About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

That’s what the people in the Secret Sanctuary call it, but no one knows what it’s really called. After all, my colleagues never like to name their abilities.

If you are unfortunate enough to encounter this ability, then I can only wish you good luck. Although you may not die in it with your ability, it can trap you. No one knows how long it can be trapped.

In short, if you let her release this thing, you basically don't have to think about how to defeat her. The only thing you have to think about is how to escape from there. "

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In the vast wilderness, the beautiful sky and wilderness, Snow was lying on the soft grass, holding green grass leaves in his mouth, his eyes in a trance.

Beside him, the white and black magic dragons lay quietly around him, snoring greenly, shaking the tip of their tails from time to time, and letting out a faint moan.

The beautiful girl sat beside him and sang melodious folk songs.

"Huh..." Snow let out a long breath, and then propped himself up.

"Snow? Are you awake?" The girl looked at Snow with a smile, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat some sandwiches?"

As she spoke, she opened the ivy-woven dinner basket, revealing the layers of sandwiches inside with mayonnaise and tomatoes on white bread.

"Well, thank you, Sarah," Snow smiled slightly, reached for one, and took a bite.

The soft mayonnaise and sweet and sour tomatoes weave together the country memories of childhood taste buds. The girl in front of me is still so lovely, entrusting all the beautiful reveries of youth.

"It's just that when I see you again at this age, I always feel more like looking at my granddaughter," Snow gently stroked the girl's head.

"Huh? Snow, what are you talking about?" The girl tilted her head, "Why do you make it sound like you are very old?"

"Very old? Ha, yes, I am very old. After all, most of my soul has decayed," Snow shook his head with a wry smile.

"Soul?" The girl pressed her index finger to the side of her lips, tilted her head, and asked doubtfully, "It's so complicated, I don't understand it, and it's something related to arcana..."

Every move is the softest memory hidden deep in the memory.

"Haha, yes, arcana," Snow looked at the wilderness in front of him and let out a sigh of relief, "I used to love to talk to you about arcane things, but you obviously weren't interested."

"I think it's nothing," the girl scratched her cheek, "After all, Snow, you like arcana the most, don't you?"

"Yes, I like arcana the most. How stupid it is," Snow laughed. "Obviously this beautiful scenery is so moving, but my mind is filled with arcane arts. How stupid."

"What are you talking about? Snow, you are so smart and you still call yourself stupid, what should I do?" the girl protested.

"Haha," Snow smiled and shook his head.

Then, he looked at the beautiful scenery in the distance and was silent for a while.

"Really, it was like this last time. I really want to stay here forever," Snow sighed.

"Huh? Can't you?" the girl asked doubtfully, "Snow, can't you stay here forever?"

"Haha, of course it won't work. Well, it's already started," Snow looked at the distant skyline.

Not long after, a dark sun rose from the end of the grassland, and the entire sky was dyed a dim crimson.

Then, there were the flying dragon cavalry that blocked the sky and the rain of arrows that filled the sky.

Snow just looked at the sky indifferently, watching the rain of arrows falling towards where he was.

"That, that's..." The girl looked at the arrow, lost her mind for a moment, and then suddenly threw herself on Snow, protecting him tightly under her.

Countless sharp arrows fell from the sky and pierced the girl's body one after another.

However, the girl did not move at all. She just hugged Snow and tried her best to protect him in her arms. Her fingers were deeply embedded in the muscles on Snow's back. The twitching and trembling all reflected her positive attitude. The excruciating pain endured.

However, Snow just let her hold him quietly without saying a word.

Finally, the rain of arrows stopped, and the flying dragon knight passed over the two people's heads, and behind them, the green wilderness had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the blazing flames burned the entire land.

The girl raised her head with difficulty.

Her expression trembled slightly, as if she wanted to smile, but she didn't even have the strength to smile.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she were saying something, but she could only tremble as softly as a mosquito moan.

"...so...good..."

"you still……"

After only uttering a few simple syllables, she lost even her last strength, slowly lowered her head, and fell into Snow's arms forever...

"Snapped."

Snow was lightly tapped on the forehead.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the sullen expression of another girl.

"Really, what are you thinking about," the silver-haired girl in a robe frowned and muttered with dissatisfaction, "Tomorrow is the project defense, are you ready?"

"Oh, it's you this time, Magina," Snow looked at the girl in front of him.

"What am I? Who else is there besides me?" the silver-haired girl asked dissatisfied.

"Haha, it's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen you like this for a long time," Snow breathed out.

"What? I had this dress a long time ago, right?" The silver-haired girl tilted her head.

"Yeah, this is the teacher's wizard tower, right?" Jon Snow looked around.

"Did you sleep and get confused? Or what?" The silver-haired girl asked in confusion.

"Maybe, after all, in a place like this, it's impossible not to be confused," Jon Snow said, standing up and walking to the window beside him.

Looking up, there was an endless sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

Sky City...

Once the last holy city of wizards.

"Unfortunately, it has now become a flying doghouse..." Jon Snow muttered.

"What are you talking about?" The silver-haired girl walked behind Jon Snow, "If the master knew about what you said about Sky City, he would have to throw you down from the sky."

"Really?" Jon Snow smiled, "Well... Then what do you think it would feel like if you really jumped down from the Sky City?"

"How would I know? What, do you still want to jump?" The silver-haired girl looked at Jon Snow suspiciously.

"Well, to be honest, yes," Jon Snow smiled at the silver-haired girl.

Then, he pushed open the crystal window, then pressed the windowsill and jumped out of the window.

"Hey! Are you crazy! Bastard!" The silver-haired girl was so scared that she screamed, and then she actually chased Jon Snow and jumped out of the window.

Looking at the girl's terrified expression and her figure rushing towards him regardless of life and death, Jon Snow smiled.

"So, do I trust you so much in my heart? Really," Jon Snow looked at the girl and sighed, "It can't be just my wishful thinking, haha..."

As he said, he slowly closed his eyes, letting his body fall from the air, and feeling the endless fall...

"Bastard! Chant! I can't catch up with you!"

The girl's heartbreaking cry came.

But Jon Snow just smiled.

"Sorry, it will never end if it goes on like this, I, must go out..."

"Bang!"

Jon Snow fell on the wooden floor.

Opening his eyes, the unfamiliar ceiling and the dull-looking Movente came into view at the same time.

"Huh... Fortunately, I was prepared," Snow muttered.

Then he turned over and stood up neatly, looking at Moven.

The latter's eyes were dull, and he stood there trembling all over, holding the Dark Sword tightly in his right hand.

"Well... Tsk," Snow was secretly shocked, and tied Moven directly to the wall with a restraint.

Then, he walked to Moven, pried open his right hand, took the handle of the Dark Sword from his hand, and then handed the Blazing Mastiff to him.

"Now you should use this knife," Snow said softly, "Come out quickly, Carly is still waiting for you."

After that, Snow jumped out of the window.

Who knew that as soon as he got out of the window, a scorching aurora fell from the sky and came straight to kill him.

"Mirror..." A syllable came out of Snow's mouth.

But in this syllable, it seemed to be connected with hundreds of different single sounds.

A spherical mirror shield instantly appeared outside his body, directly deflecting the aurora back to the sky.

The next moment, the figure of the third king knight appeared in front of him and punched Jon Snow.

"Radiant!" Jon Snow shouted, and a white phantom dragon instantly appeared behind him, and a breath of dragon sprayed towards the woman in front of him.

Energy exploded, Jon Snow turned around and landed on the back of the phantom dragon.

On the other side, the figure of the third king knight also stopped in the air not far away.

"I didn't expect that someone could wake up so early," she narrowed her eyes and looked up and down at Jon Snow, "How did you do it?"

"Hehe, how did you do it?" Jon Snow smiled, "I think, probably practice makes perfect?"

The third king knight frowned slightly, stared at Jon Snow's face for a long time, and suddenly realized, and said: "Ah, you are the rat! Haha, someone helped you cover up the first two times, so you ran away from me, this time it seems that you don't have such good luck."

"Really?" Jon Snow smiled slightly, "But I am actually quite confident in my ability to escape, maybe I can run this time too?"

"Well, let's see," the third king knight whispered, his figure flashed, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Jon Snow.

Invisible waves bloomed in front of Jon Snow like an explosion.

Jon Snow looked down at her and said softly: "It's your turn, Wuxiang."

201. Three-in-one How many times have I said that you should be serious when fighting

Dragon City, a majestic and beautiful city.

Each of its buildings is forged from high-temperature smelted obsidian. Even the entire city's chassis is a piece of obsidian crystal.

And this city is located in the center of the lava peaks, suspended by countless chains hundreds of meters thick in the empty space in the center of the giant peaks, and below the city is the rolling lava.

This city is full of incredible things. Its architectural style is so unique that even every inch of land is like a miracle.

It is simply unimaginable that humans can build such a city.

And in fact, it is indeed not built by humans.

The race that built it is dragons.

A race composed entirely of demigods, born with superb command, and able to comprehend the most profound spells as they grow older, the dragon race.

They are extremely powerful, but individuals are extremely rare. I don't know if it is the will of the world or the natural selection. The reproduction rate of purebred dragons is extremely slow, and there are often only one or two newborn dragons in thousands of years.

But the dragon race is a promiscuous race.

The powerful magic allows them to look like ordinary people, and they are happy to walk the world in human form. A long life is always accompanied by some boredom, and the prosperity and joy of the world are what they like most.

Over time, their aesthetics began to approach humans. They are promiscuous and free, and they can always inadvertently leave many seeds in the world.

They are called half-dragons.

With half dragon blood, they have always been gifted, but because of the promiscuity of the dragon clan, their birth is often not glorious.

This has created an awkward situation for half-dragons. On the one hand, they can always easily stand out because of their talents, but on the other hand, they are often lonely and often wooed and targeted by local forces.

Because of their inglorious origins and jealous bloodlines, even if they accept the wooing, they often don’t get much good face. In the end, they will also be targeted.

As more and more such incidents occurred, the conflicts between the half-dragons and other races became more and more intense. The newborns of the half-dragons were often regarded as an ominous sign, and the dragons became the rats crossing the street and were despised by all parties.

When these foul words against the dragons spread all over the world, how could the proud pure-blooded dragons endure it?

Then, news of dragons attacking villages began to break out all over the world, but soon, the dragons found that this would only further deteriorate their reputation.

Later, the dragons changed their minds and began to threaten the local forces, asking them to restore the reputation of the dragons and dragon hybrids in the region.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. How could these local tyrants allow these dragons to do evil, not to mention that many of them, although their territories are as small as bullets, still like to lick their faces and call themselves the king of a country, claiming that they have supreme royal power.

The dragons hated these local tyrants, but they valued their reputation and were unwilling to further deteriorate their reputation by simply destroying them. In the end, they chose a compromise.

This method left countless legends for later generations - kidnapping the women of the so-called king's family.

This did prevent their reputation among the people from further declining, and it had a good effect in the short term, but they touched the most sensitive nerves of those in high positions.