I made the Dragon God in the game

"Field."

Fang Bai found that this pupil technique was much more useful 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 his feet.

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

Fang Bai couldn't help but admire the methods of the two.

The three continued to move forward, and in a blink of an eye they were submerged in the Dusk Plain.

Although the ground of the Dusk Plain was not very undulating, and there was no vegetation or obstruction, people's vision would still be blocked by invisible objects and could not see clearly.

And at this moment.

"Ao!"

Two loud calls sounded, and a two-headed flying dragon dragged a wooden boat and slowly fell.

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

After the flying boat landed, a group of people walked down from the flying boat.

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

The old man patted the two-headed flying dragon, turned to look at the others, and there was a sense of majesty in his eyes.

If the fat man was here, he would find that this old man was the legendary dragon knight who had chased him before, Duke Bartholomew!

At this moment, Duke Bartholomew looked at the group of people in front of him, without saying much, and waved his hand gently.

"Everyone, let's go!"

"Yes!"

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

The majestic Duke Bartholomew looked at the Dusk Plain, and a young man next to him spoke.

"Father, do you think the prophecy is true?

Is there really a magic medicine outside the Dusk Plain?"

When Duke Bartholomew heard the word magic medicine, his eyes fluctuated slightly, and then he said calmly.

"If the prophecy is true, then we will never get this news.

No prophet will say it."

Duke Bartholomew continued without waiting for the young man to speak.

"But since he dared to say so, there must be some possibility.

As long as it is possible, it is worth a try.

After all, this is the legendary divine medicine, the only one in the world. If you take it, you will ascend to heaven in broad daylight. The gods will send down projections to snatch it.

But..."

"Since there is no projection of the gods, it is probably not a real divine medicine, but just a semi-divine medicine.

But it is enough for us, and it can even be said to be just right."

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

"Chiu!"

A fierce eagle chirp sounded. Although the momentum was not as strong as Duke Bartholomew, it also supported a piece of heaven and earth.

"Why does this old thing, Basao, come here to join in the fun instead of avenging his apprentice?"

The young man next to Duke Bartholomew said with a bit of arrogance in his eyes.

Duke Bartholomew glanced at Basao indifferently, without the opportunity to attack, but the look he gave him was quite strange.

"This Basao, does he feel that his strength has improved?

Illusion?"

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

No matter how much this Basao breaks through, he will not be his opponent.

Retracting his gaze, looking in other directions, sensing the breath of old acquaintances, the smile on Duke Bartholomew's face gradually disappeared.

He thought that the information about the prophet would be sold to two or three companies.

But he didn't expect that it was sold to at least a dozen companies? !

Recalling the price he offered, which was comparable to a buyout, Duke Bartholomew's face was slightly gloomy.

"Ah, cut! Ah, cut!"

"Who missed me?"

A person in white clothes, with his back to the world, muttered.

While muttering, he put down the stick in his hand and looked at the direction it pointed.

"Bartholomew family?

Others have gone too, so they just went.

Why do you think so much about me?

Buying out for one minute is not buying out, when did you say how long the buyout would be.

How could you think I could refuse the price offered by others?

They are offering too much."

The man in white muttered, with a slight smile on his face.

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

Even the few people who saw the front could only see his mouth and chin, and everything above was shrouded in mist.

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

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

"Could it be just a legendary treasure medicine?"

"No, it's impossible."

"But it's not right."

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

The man in white robes' face changed slightly, and without hesitation, he immediately rushed towards the Dusk Plain.

Professional ethics, professional ethics, he can accept that he is immoral, but he cannot accept that he is unprofessional!

"What on earth interfered with my prophecy?"

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

The man in white robe wanted to make a targeted prediction for the interference, but just as he was about to start, he suddenly shuddered, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

The prophecy stopped immediately.

It cannot continue, and continuing will definitely lead to bad consequences.

"What is it?"

The white-robed man was filled with curiosity, but his knowledge and reason told him.

Stay as far away as possible, stay as far away as possible, never go near!

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

The unknown and the unpredictable often mean death.

But.

"I know it's dangerous, but I can't help it.

If I stay away from the unknown blindly, everything will be known.

What's the point of being safe and alive?"

The white-robed man made the decision in just a few milliseconds.

Just like that sentence.

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

But at the same time, it is also the most attractive; and therefore, it becomes the most dangerous.

The white-robed man took a step forward, and the whole person gradually blurred in the eyes of passers-by, disappearing in front of everyone bit by bit.

On the way, the white-robed man couldn't help but feel excited.

"What is it? Is it an object? Or a person?"

In the sky, a murmur sounded out of thin air.

And the usually deserted dusk plain has become lively, and teams gathered one after another began to move forward.

Many people held compasses in their hands and pretended to enter the Yellow River Plain. Not long after, screams rang out, adding a bit of blood to the gloomy Dusk Plain.

The bloody smell wafted, and the murderous intent gradually spread. The originally dormant Dusk Plain gradually revived.