Chapter 575 573 Don't Commit Suicide and You Won't Die

Chapter 575 573. Don't commit suicide or you will die

Granza Island's relatively remote geographical location relative to many continents has determined that it has been a relatively closed island environment for a long time. Here, outsiders are always rare, and some pursuing magicians have ventured out to the surrounding continents early.

However, more than four hundred years ago, the tranquility of Granza was broken.

The dragon Fagutar descended on the mountains near the southeast coast of Granza and settled there completely.

Since the beginning of records, there have been eight crusades against this dragon that announced its identity and enclosed its territory to prohibit all approaching, but without exception, all ended in a miserable defeat, and the most recent dragon-slaying battle took place about two hundred and twenty years ago.

The desperate conclusion that "Fagutar is invincible" has affected every subsequent generation of Granza people. Even when Fagutar fell into a deep sleep, no one dared to try a sneak attack.

However, in the ninth dragon-slaying that was carried out not long ago after sensing Fagutar's weakness, the various factions in Granza finally made some gains!

Emperor Bruel, who was of cat-eared mixed race, summoned all the learned magicians in the country and asked them to study what the treasure taken from the dragon's back was.

Bruel did not have the courage to organize an army to slay the dragon alone. This time, as in the past, all forces in Granza were gathered to share the losses, and the spoils obtained from the dragon would be divided equally.

Some forces chose dragon blood, dragon scales, and even dragon flesh cut from wounds that could be seen with the naked eye, while Bruel had another choice after hesitating again and again.

The elite magicians of Granza took advantage of Fagutar's weakness to knock down two "magic tools" that seemed to be nourished by the dragon's body. Although they looked ordinary and could not even feel a trace of magic, they could be solemnly carried on the body of a dragon. Judging from the dragon clan's constant pursuit of powerful racial beliefs, they must contain extraordinary power!

Bruel handed over all the spoils he had won from this dragon-slaying battle, and also attached some of his own treasures, in exchange for a rectangular block the length and thickness of a normal person's arm. It was purple-gray in color, with very obvious signs of wear and tear on the surface, and it felt extremely rough. The uneven and undulating texture surprised Bruel. He couldn't imagine what a race like dragons would do with such a rough workmanship.

But when he thought that this was something that the dragon carried and nourished with its body, Bruel gave up this absurd idea.

"There must be secrets hidden in it that we don't know, and it is very likely to be closely related to the magic of the dragon race!"

Under Bruel's mobilization, domestic scholars and magicians were able to see this wonderful rectangular block. They gathered around it and whispered to each other, and people kept proposing new hypotheses to try to solve the mystery that lingered in everyone's mind.

"Your Majesty, I think this may be some new type of crystal that was bred in the magic tide last time. Perhaps it is because the dragon has never seen it before that it has the idea of ​​nourishing itself and exploring the truth. In addition, it has been sleeping for many years and has forgotten this matter."

Bruel frowned and looked at the "treasure" he had exchanged for a lot of dragon blood and dragon scales. The muscles on his cheeks twitched unnaturally.

"You mean that the dragon would place objects that it did not recognize neatly in front of a stone tablet with other mysterious magic tools. It's ridiculous!"

Bruel's rebuke made the scholar who spoke shudder and retreated in fear.

"I want a well-founded speculation, not 'I think'!" Bruel ordered again, "Issuing a bounty, anyone who can figure out the true purpose of such an object or reveal its secret will be rewarded heavily!"

Although many scholars and magicians felt that Bruel might just be unable to accept that he had paid a huge price for a useless object, they had to admit that if it was a useless object, how could such a powerful dragon still use magic to protect it even at the critical moment of life and death?

For several days, everyone put forward various conjectures and personally touched and studied it, but no one could see through the secret of this rectangular block. On the basis of being unable to further study it by sampling, everything came to a standstill.

The adventurers who took the bounty and came to the palace wanted to soar to the sky with their rich experience, but in the end they could only leave in disgrace.

However, Bruel also got good news. Another guy who exchanged a "magic tool" for a large sum of money also failed to figure out the mystery.

"Your Majesty, there is a suspicious person outside the royal city who is unwilling to show his true face and always wears a mask. He claims that he knows 100% what the dragon is carrying. If he is wrong, your Majesty will deal with him."

Bruel, who was thinking hard with the rectangular block in his arms, was refreshed, but when he thought that so many people had come here with solemn promises in the past few days, but in the end they got nothing, he snorted angrily.

"Let him in, I want to see why he is so confident."

Exactly in line with what the servant said, the person who was led into the palace was covered in a robe, and the only face that showed his body was covered with a mask. The magicians who were in the palace discussing and thinking about the purpose of the rectangular block used magic to perceive it, but found that the other party actually blocked their prying eyes tightly.

Bruel did not hesitate, he stood up holding the rectangular block and walked down the steps step by step.

"You said, do you know what this is?"

"Absolutely true." The person in front of him answered neither servilely nor arrogantly.

"Bold, actually disrespecting your majesty!"

Bruel reached out to stop the attendant. Compared with knowing the secret, speaking without honorifics and not being polite were nothing. He just wanted an answer now.

"If your answer is proven to be wrong, then..."

Bruel clapped his hands lightly, and the guards outside the door carried out a huge iron maiden.

"I hope you can give a wise answer, otherwise, this newly designed torture device will write the first history with your blood."

The visitor was not frightened by the torture device, but asked in a calm tone: "Can I touch this treasure with my own hands?"

Bruel frowned and narrowed his eyes, but thinking of the man's extremely confident tone, he snorted and signaled the guards to hand it over. At the same time, several magicians came behind the masked man and killed him on the spot if he made any unusual movements.

Even at this time, the masked man remained cautious. He even just held the rectangular block with his robe.

"You took something you shouldn't have taken, and now it's time to return it to its original owner."

The sudden words startled Bruel.

"The dragon Fagutar has no grudges against you, and has not invaded your land. Since visiting this continent four hundred years ago, there has been no record of him actively hurting anyone. But you have repeatedly conquered for your own selfish desires and stolen the dragon's treasures, paying countless lives for this. You really deserve to die."

Bruel's face flushed with anger at the desecration of his authority. He didn't care about anything else, and all the accumulated emotions of these days were vented together.

"Control him, I want this madman to feel all the torture instruments and die with the last drop of blood!"

The palace was windy, and several magicians standing behind the masked man felt the chill from behind before they could cast spells.

The waist and neck were pressed by cold blades, and death was imminent.

The magicians in the hall who had reacted just wanted to rescue their companions, but were shocked to see that the masked man had taken off his disguise, revealing his hideous black mist body. The tentacles ejected from the body easily rolled Bruel to his side. Even though Bruel was a fifth-level magician, he was still unable to resist.

"You...you..." Bruel trembled all over.

The magicians whose king was held hostage did not dare to act rashly, and could only stare blankly.

"Don't you want to know what this is? Let me tell you." Lu Yu raised the rectangular block and announced loudly in a joking tone, "This is the file used by Fagutar to polish his nails!"

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The scholars and magicians in the hall who had not yet left were stunned. They stared at the rectangular block, trying to connect it with the file, and found that the uneven texture on it seemed...it could indeed be used to polish nails.

"Nonsense, Fagutar is a giant dragon, how could he use such a small object to polish his nails!"

"That's right, he is a giant dragon who is proficient in magic, and there are ten thousand ways to polish his nails!"

"If you want to steal the treasure, just say it directly, no need to say high-sounding words, let alone mock us!"

The magicians who felt insulted stood up one after another.

Lu Yu sneered: "Who told you that this is the file used by Fagutar himself?"

"You ignorant people dominated by desire stole the tool that the girl he once loved used to polish his nails and scales for him!"

As soon as these words came out, you could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Polishing?

Dragon, girl?

In front of Bruel, Lu Yu took out Fagutar's broken, palm-sized nails and began to polish them in public.

The harsh friction sound and the debris scattered on the ground drained Bruel's strength in an instant.

"How could it be a file? How could it be a nail clipper!"

"I used all my spoils of war and the kingdom's treasures to buy this. How could it be possible!"

Bruel's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was ferocious.

Lu Yu snorted coldly and threw him aside. Bruel, who rolled over twice and got up, felt weak on his feet. Seeing the file in Lu Yu's hand, he collapsed powerlessly.

But suddenly, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Why would a dragon keep such a thing so preciously? Are you crazy!"

Bruel really couldn't understand it, but after experiencing so many things, Lu Yu understood why Fagutar did this.

He had been tortured to the limit by decay and needed "emotion" to maintain his few sanity.

The girls he liked, Vanessa, Sayer, and the souls that were closely connected to him left one after another, leaving only him still perched on the mountain, staring at the people coming and going.

Ten, twenty, thirty years, just blinked and opened his eyes, and everything that repeated itself made him, who had seen through the world, feel boring and extremely disgusted.

When time lacked an anchor, life was just a passing cloud, and Fagutar's soul was already full of dead air. He was so similar to Clorens.

All the objects that he cherished and kept on his body were shining nodes in his long life. Whenever he saw these treasures, his thoughts would return to the time that made him warm, as if some people had never left.

In Fagutar's eyes, she was always a girl. She took a file and smoothed his crooked nails bit by bit. The harsh noise of "sizzling" seemed to travel through time and take him back to a lazy afternoon.

Fagoutar knew that it was a waste of time to do this. Maybe he even stopped the girl and told her not to waste precious time, but the girl didn't think so. She happily gave this time-wasting thing a romantic color and did it patiently.

"You should be grateful to Fagoutar. He didn't pursue the intention of you ignorant people. Otherwise..."

Bruel jumped up from the ground like an excited monkey: "Otherwise, what? He can't protect himself now. Don't scare people!"

"He was poisoned, wasn't he? Don't try to hide it from anyone. His ugly posture of painful struggle tells everything. Death is just a matter of time. Who are you? Why do you point fingers at me from a high position!"

Like a gambler who felt that he had a huge advantage and lost everything in the end, he refused to admit his failure. For the remaining dignity and prestige, Bruel angrily fought back.

A large number of magicians rushed in from outside the temple. After receiving the dispatch notice, they immediately entered a state of combat readiness.

Lu Yu, who was locked by a large amount of magic power, acted calmly. Lulu and Sera in the chat room looked at Bruel as if he was a clown.

"What makes you think I can be threatened by these?" Lu Yu laughed in anger, "Is it because I am not a dragon, I don't have a huge body and indestructible scales?"

"This is my palace, here are my magicians, and you are the only one, I don't understand why you think you can get away safely."

"After killing you, I will continue to launch dragon slaying wars, and I will take back what I lost!"

Magic power lingered around Lu Yu, but he did not cast a spell, but quietly gave up his body: "Indeed, with enough numbers, even second-level and third-level magicians can kill ninth-level magicians, but... you are not qualified."

"You made the wrong choice. If you had just shut up and let me go, nothing would have happened."

"You chose to stay... then leave your life behind."

Sera issued a cold verdict.

A creepy scream suddenly sounded from outside the hall. The magician who was checking the situation was easily pierced by the spirit body filled with gray gas and fell straight to the ground.

Sera took over the body and said, "You let those poor soldiers and even ordinary people act as cannon fodder to attract Fagutar's attention, so that the magician can get a chance to attack. Their tragically dead spirits wandered on the beach for a long time."

"So I gathered them together a little, changed their posture, and let them have the capital to revenge on you who manipulated them to death."

"Thank you for letting me practice before pushing open that door." Sera ordered mercilessly, "Don't kill those who can't resist, don't kill those who have no magic power, and others, please do as you please."

The guards obviously didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. They raised their weapons to try to stop these crazy gray spirits, but they were torn to pieces by the gray spirits.

After seeing the guards abandon their weapons and flee while the gray spirits ignored them, the guards followed suit one by one, and the servants fled frantically, leaving only the dignitaries and magicians to resist with difficulty.

As soon as the magician cast a spell, the high-speed gray spirit rushed in front of him, pouring corrosive magic into their bodies. Their bodies gradually became covered with a dead aura, and they could only struggle and tremble helplessly.

The dignitaries howled and fled everywhere, but were snatched away by the gray spirits one by one, playing with them like toys, or throwing them into the sky to let them fall freely, or being dragged back and forth on the steps like rags.

The gray spirit dominated by the obsession of revenge let out a terrifying howl, and Bruel watched in horror as a twisted spirit got closer and closer to him.

Lu Yu said: "This time I will not let you go even if I become a ghost, it is not a weak threat."

Bruel, who was devoured by the gray spirit, howled in pain, his twisted face appeared and disappeared between the gray spirits, and the gnawing sound was endless.

"You treat them as cannon fodder, so feel the evil thoughts of this group of cannon fodder."