harleyscars Chapter 232 The Land of Exile
Chapter 232 The Land of Exile
Chapter 232 The Land of Exile
They are all caught in the whirl of spatial changes.
Whether it is the sword light that swears to kill, or the platinum brilliance that contains destruction.
After being forcibly cut from the battlefield, Ron, who fell into darkness, seemed to fall into the void. This is not the feeling of squeezing and spinning brought by Apparation, nor is it the portkey hooking your navel and slamming toward you. After the pull of the drag.
It was as if he had suddenly appeared in a gravity-free space, and the dull black filled all the positions of his eyes.
Except that beam of light.
Part of the power of the illusory holy sword held tightly in his hand was consumed, and the lightsaber that had not completely dissipated seemed to pierce through the invisible space barrier in front of him. There was a frightening breaking sound, and Ron restrained the oath The light of the sword of victory made it re-condense into an illusory blade.
Holding the scabbard Avalon in his left hand, and the phantom of the broken steel sword in his right hand, looking at this dark world, Ron put the lightsaber into the sheath, and Avalon can preserve the remaining power so that it will not be too fast dissipate.
He took out several unactivated Portkeys that he kept on his body. They were given by Dumbledore and Nicolas May, but they could emit blue light and drag people from any place to the set location. The teleportation props of the coordinates cannot be activated at this time.
There is no problem of insufficient magic power. The portkeys made by the two great magicians can even take people across half of the earth, from the South Pole to the North Pole.
But forget about landing on the moon. In the vacuum of the universe, there is a chaotic flow of magic power. At least for now, magic can't do this kind of thing that seems outrageous, but it is actually outrageous.
Since the Portkey was fine, the problematic thing was his current position.
It is difficult to calculate how long you have spent here when you are surrounded by darkness. This aimless floating definitely does not give you a sense of peace of mind.
But soon, some vague light and shadow seemed to appear in the darkness in the distance. It was the distant view of a castle made of gray-white stone bricks. The simple castle was grand but not luxurious. This castle seemed to be built for battle. The castle of service is riddled with wounds, scarred but not dilapidated.
Even if you can only catch a glimpse of it from a distance, you can feel the murderous aura of iron and blood condensed in the endless war.
A familiar feeling, or a familiar call came from the illusion of the distant castle.
In Egypt, when Ron wielded the sword of vowed victory with the help of the endless magic power of Obelisk's giant soldier, he once felt this kind of call, which was brought to him by the illusory holy sword in his hand. The subtle feeling of intimacy and familiarity is exactly the same.
'Maybe there is the lost royal city of the Holy British Magic Empire? '
Ron thought to himself, and he tried to get closer to that side, closer to the place where the faint call came from.
But in the void, he had no way to draw strength, but he couldn't get close to it. Ron, who was exiled to this gap in space, could only follow the will of the person who released the magic, follow the established path, and head towards the distance. Float away.
The deepest desire in the caster's heart will affect and determine the final direction of this magic, and Bellatrix's most urgent and strongest desire at that time was to keep Ron far away, the farther the better, it is best to go To a place from which you will never return.
Obviously, the royal city, which is ready to open the door for Ron at any time, is definitely not the first choice for this exiled magic.
Ron could only watch the royal city go away. Just after the illusion disappeared, Ron suddenly felt a sense of falling, and quickly regained his senses. A bright light broke into his vision surrounded by darkness.
As the speed of the fall became faster and faster, Ron, who was tied in front of the full-speed high-speed rail, clenched his teeth to keep himself from shouting. No deceleration and buffering magic could affect the momentum of the fall. It seems that the feeling of skydiving without a parachute bag and without magical help twiddled his heartstrings crazily.
It could be because of fear, or it could be because of this strong stimulation, the already strong body swelled up again, and two stars and magic patterns were lit up one after another. be awakened.
but at this time
"You gave me wings!"
Ron, who broke through the defense in an instant, yelled in grief and indignation. Could it be possible that he could step on the air and go to the sky if his strength became stronger?Falling at this speed, even a dragon will be killed!
"Boom~"
There was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and smoke and dust flying all over the sky. When it fell to the ground suddenly, Ron caught a glimpse of a green patch of green, which should be a forest, but the loud noise failed to startle the surrounding area. bird.
The expected impact like a high-speed rail hitting a mountain did not really appear, that is, the impact of falling from more than ten or twenty floors was absorbed after the dragon's physique was awakened and bent knees.
But a cadenced "ah ↑ ah ↓ ah ↑ ah ↓ ah ↑~~" still appeared from the very center of the smoke.
Ron, who had slipped and sat down on a pile of not-so-beautiful things, jumped up from his spot while howling.
"Which wicked thing did a good thing!"
The hands that had just stood on the ground were covered with cuts and scratches. Ron, who waved his hands to disperse the smoke, pulled back and pulled hard. Finally, the culprit who stabbed his ass was found.
Those were some irregular shapes with spiked scales. This familiar appearance made him raise his head, and what caught his eyes was the dried-up skeleton of a huge fire dragon.
"Hungarian Horntail?"
Grinning his teeth, he pulled out all the dragon scales that had pierced his thick skin. He just fell on the head of this Horntail Dragon. These spiked scales were the scales covering the top of its head.
The flesh and blood have dried up, leaving only a layer of dry and hard old skin, and only a jagged frame of the thorny fire dragon, but it is not difficult to see that before this fire dragon died, it was definitely a six An old guy who made a base at the age of [-] and entered the ancient dragon stage.
"No wonder it can pierce my skin." Ron took out the space bag and took a sip of the healing potion, waved his wand to deal with the residue in the wound, "but where is this?"
Looking at the virgin forest surrounded by towering trees, Ron couldn't understand at all, how could a dragon die so casually in such a broken place?
The large and small wounds on his body quickly recovered under the triple effects of dragon physique, potion, and spells. Except for the tattered robe, Ron, who was no longer in serious trouble, pulled out the Firebolt and just kicked it lightly. He jumped into the sky.
What caught my eye was a huge island, even if I flew hundreds of meters into the sky, I could barely see the outer boundary of the island.
A towering mountain is hundreds of kilometers above the ground, and its almost cylindrical shape makes it look like a strange pillar of the sky.
This doesn't seem like a landscape created by nature, but what is the use of wizards building such a mountain?
Looking at the Optimus Prime standing in the middle of the island, Ron flew towards the column full of doubts.
But just as he turned his gaze downwards, overlooking the island below, a trace of cold sweat trickled down his back.
Hundreds, or even thousands, of densely packed, inexhaustible corpses of dragons came into view. When he looked down from a high altitude, he saw an incomparably huge cemetery of giant dragons.
"Dragon Island, Shyvana"
Ron instantly understood where he was. Apart from the disappearing Dragon Island, there was absolutely nowhere to see the stunning scenery here.
Although the island that seemed to have lost its vitality was dotted with greenery, there was no singing of birds, no roaring of beasts, only the ominous dilapidation emanating from the piles of countless dragon bones.
It was past two o'clock yesterday and I still haven't done it——
Then I fell asleep, and my head was fine when I woke up. The plot was almost sorted out, so let's get to work.
Today I will make up all that I owed yesterday.
(End of this chapter)