Pillar of Yita

”I come from the Ancient Tower, Miss Sophie,” Hilveld replied with a slight smile. ”And I remember that Miss Sophie also comes from that place, right?”

”Hmm.”

Sophie nodded. Indeed, she had spent her rookie years there, which wasn’t traditionally within the realm of Silver Weslan, but was actually the first front where the Tabopolis Oak Knights and the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team clashed.

Not many knew this secret, but this woman seemed to know her well. Sophie couldn’t help but take another look at her, feeling that the other party might harbor some hostility towards her.

But Hilveld simply responded to her gaze with a smiling face.

The group entered the hall.

Fang Hong had just heard a muffled, belly-deep voice complaining: ”Heresy!” He turned past a corridor column only to see a tall Lizardman speaking.

With tawny skin and black diamond patterns painted over its eyes, looking as huge as a toad, he continued, ”They have even colluded with humans, utterly fallen, truly the most base of creatures.”

”And those creatures from the sea, I heard they have also conspired with these humans. The sacred bloodline of Guda Suoke, polluted by these degenerates.”

He kept on speaking incessantly.

The tall, gray-skinned Lizardman had already turned around alertly, his gaze sweeping across Fang Hong and the others, then treating them as if they were air, focusing intensely on Tainaric.

His elongated pupils had narrowed into a thin line.

”The Sokin Clan!” Fang Hong recognized him instantly—one of the most famous branches of the three holy families of Andasok, and the true leaders of the Far South Kingdom. To him, this Lizardman seemed even stronger than Tainaric, at least taller by a margin.

The opponent’s Golden Hand also appeared more splendid than Tainaric’s, which must be the Sokin Holy Relic, the Semi-Divine Artifact ”Sun God’s Grasp,” clearly revealing his identity.

This little place had actually gathered two princes of the Andasok Lizardman, and the others seemed exceptionally formidable as well. At least, Fang Hong could recognize the identity of the tawny Lizardman.

The Lizardman from the Tada Clan, strongest among the Spellcasters.

Then he looked up and saw the Elder Lizard crouching on the beam, adorned with feather decorations, whose reputation was even greater— being a descendant of Saint Hugon of the Blood Lizard Clan, as renowned as the Andasok Lizardmen, or even more so.

In the hall, there was also an Old Dwarf, recognizable just by his distinctive frost-gray eyebrows—a Steelbrow Dwarf.

Having Steelbrow here was not surprising.

Fang Hong was intimately familiar with the life story of Meijeli Tolagotos, aware of his deep friendship with Steelbrow, aside from not knowing about his close connection to the Lizardmen.

Behind that dwarf,

Fang Hong saw the legendary Giant Dragon for the first time.

The scene was even more stunning than he had imagined, a hall filled with treasures like the dragon’s lairs depicted in all the legendary tales, almost dazzling everyone’s eyes.

Parker staggered, ’ouch,’ and fell to the ground with a thump, mouth gaping open, drool nearly running out. If it hadn’t been for Tianlan hastily dragging the embarrassing fellow back, he probably would have rushed forward without hesitation.

The others were also somewhat surprised.

Even if not astonished by the mountain-like wealth here, they were amazed by the dragon atop the mountain of gold.

This legendary Giant Dragon was even larger than a fully-formed Nikopolas, its tail coiled like a spear, enough to circle around the entire hall. Its green scales, reflecting the light of the gold, were deep as emeralds, and it occasionally breathed out a golden flame when it exhaled, its voice as loud as thunder.

And those wings that blotted out the sky, people almost had to tilt their heads back to catch a glimpse of them, and this was while they were folded. One could hardly imagine the grand spectacle when they were spread.

But even a creature as immense and ancient as this dragon

clearly felt weak; the old dragon breathed heavily, occasionally opening its eyelids to reveal a slit, its golden gaze sweeping over each person in the line.

But just this action seemed to have exhausted all its strength.

Seeing Meijeli Tolagotos in this state, Fang Hong was taken aback.

His impression of this legendary dragon had remained with those majestic and impressive historical images on the internet, where the old dragon had plenty of strength, and in its human form, was also dignified and elegant.

And Fang Hong remembered that when it last appeared in Colin Ishurian thirty years ago, it didn’t seem to have aged to the state seen today.

What exactly had happened?

”I am old, I apologize for not being able to receive you,” it was at this moment that an old, booming voice erupted like a thunderclap across the hall’s dome, falling into everyone’s heart: ”But young friends, welcome to my palace.”

Fang Hong saw that Meijeli Tolagotos hadn’t opened his mouth and paused for a moment before realizing it was telepathic communication.

Then, before the others could reply, a confident voice came from within his mind: ”Hello, Mr. Tolagotos, nice to meet you. I am Tata, Tata-Big Thumb-Morning Star.”