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Chapter 447: Prophet

“Field.”

Fang Bai discovered that this pupil technique was much more effective than he had imagined.

While following the fat man, he also observed their actions and arrangements.

The fat man's formation can suppress the field, squeeze the field, and form a temporary small field.

This is the principle of the road under your feet.

Every copper coin that the tall and thin man put down was placed at a node in the field, and every golden cone pierced through the key node of the field, like a wedge anchoring the field in place.

Fang Bai couldn't help but admire the methods used by both of them.

The three continued to move forward, and in the blink of an eye they were submerged in the dusk plains.

Although the ground at Dusk Plain is not very undulating and there is little vegetation or obstruction, people's vision is still blocked by invisible objects and cannot be seen clearly.

And at this moment.
"Ow!"

Two loud cries were heard, and a two-headed flying dragon slowly descended, dragging a wooden boat.

The flying dragon's huge and thick wings flapped, stirring up dust and fog in the sky.

After the flying boat landed, a group of people got off the boat.

The two-headed flying dragon rubbed its head affectionately against the chest of one of the old men.

The old man patted the two-headed flying dragon, then turned to look at the others, with a look of majesty in his eyes.

If the fat man were here, he would find that this old man was none other than the legendary dragon knight who had been chasing him before, Duke Bartholomew!
At this moment, Duke Bartholomew looked at the group of people in front of him, without saying much, and just waved gently.

"Everyone, let's go!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, and then a group of people got off the wooden boat and walked towards the Dusk Plain together.

Duke Bartholomew, with a dignified look, gazed at the dusk plain, and a young man next to him spoke.

"Father, do you think the prophecy will turn out to be true?

Is there really a magical medicine outside of Dusk Plains?"

When Duke Bartholomew heard the word 'miracle medicine', his eyes wavered slightly, and then he said calmly.

“If the prophecy must be true, then we must not have received this news.

No prophet will tell.”

Duke Bartholomew did not wait for the young man to speak before continuing.

"But since he dared to say so, it is more or less possible.

Whenever possible, it's worth a try.

After all, this is the legendary magic medicine, unique in heaven and earth. Taking it can make one ascend to heaven in broad daylight. When gods see it, they will send down their shadows to snatch this treasure from heaven and earth.

but"

“Since no divine projection has descended yet, it is most likely not a true divine medicine, but only a semi-divine medicine.

But it’s enough for us, or even just right.”

As Duke Bartholomew spoke, he turned his head to look to the right. The terrifying dragon power rose up and rolled towards the right.

"Chirp!"

A fierce eagle cry sounded. Although its momentum was not as strong as that of Duke Bartholomew, it still supported the world.

"Why is this old man Basa joining in the fun instead of avenging his apprentice?"

The young man next to Duke Bartholomew spoke with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

Duke Bartholomew glanced at Basuo indifferently. He did not have the opportunity to attack, but the look he gave him was quite strange.

"This Basa, do you feel your strength has improved?

Illusion? "

Duke Bartholomew frowned slightly, but then he didn't take it to heart.

No matter how much Basa breaks through, he will never be his match.

He looked away and looked in other directions, sensing the aura of old acquaintances, and the smile on Duke Bartholomew's face gradually disappeared. He thought that the prophet's information would be sold to two or three companies.

But I didn’t expect that at least a dozen stores were sold? !

Thinking back to the price he offered, which was almost like a buyout, Duke Bartholomew's face darkened slightly.

"Ah, cut! Ah, cut!"

"Who missed me?"

A man in fluttering white robes, with his back to the world, muttered.

While muttering, he put down the stick in his hand and looked at the direction it was pointing.
“The Bartholomew family?
Everyone else went too, so it’s just a matter of going.

Why do you think about me so much?

Buying out for one minute is not a buyout. When did you say how long the buyout would be?

How could you think I could refuse an offer from someone else?
They gave too much.”

The man in white muttered, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The people around him looked at him strangely. In their opinion, this man in white was very strange as he basically had his back to everyone else.

Even the few people who saw the front could only see the mouth and chin area, and the entire area above was shrouded in fog.

The man in white, with his back to the crowd, cast a spell and suddenly let out a light exclamation.

"It doesn't seem to be a demigod medicine? Did I calculate it wrong?"

"Could it be that it is just a legendary precious medicine?"

"No, it's impossible."

“But that’s not right.”

"No, I have to go and see for myself."

The white-robed man's expression changed slightly, and without hesitation, he immediately rushed towards the Dusk Plains.

Professional ethics, professional ethics, he can accept that he is immoral, but he cannot accept that he is unprofessional!
"What on earth is interfering with my prophecy?"

The man in white robe wanted to use the prophecy again, but the result was blank.

The man in white robe originally wanted to make a targeted prediction against those who interfered with the prophecy, but just as he was about to start, he was suddenly startled and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

The prophecy stopped immediately.

We can't continue. Continuing will definitely lead to bad consequences.

"what exactly is it?"

A surge of curiosity surged in the white-robed man's heart, but his knowledgeable reason told him.

Stay as far away as possible. Stay as far away as possible. Don't ever get close to them!
For a prophet, the unknown is always the most dangerous.

The unknown and unpredictable often means death.

but.
“I know it’s dangerous, but I can’t help it.

If you stay away from the unknown, everything is known.

So even if we are safe, even if we are alive, what is the point?"

It took the man in white robe just a few milliseconds to make the decision.

Just like the saying goes.

For a prophet, the unknown is always the most dangerous.

But at the same time, it is also the most attractive; and therefore, the most dangerous.
The man in white robe took a step forward, and his entire body gradually became blurred in the eyes of passers-by, disappearing in front of everyone bit by bit.

As they hurried on their way, the men in white couldn't help but feel excited.

"What is it? An object? Or a person?"

In the sky, murmurs sounded out of nowhere.

The usually deserted dusk plain has become lively, and teams of various forces have begun to advance forward.

Many people, holding compasses in their hands, pretended to enter the Yellow River Plain. Not long after, screams were heard, adding a bloody smell to the gloomy plain at dusk.

The smell of blood wafted in the air, the murderous intent gradually spread, and the originally dormant area of ​​the Dusk Plain gradually revived.
(End of this chapter)