Joris was wearing a slightly thick reddish-brown jacket and a fur hat that looked like mink fur on his head, making him look even shorter and fatter.

There were some snowflakes on his shoulders. With this outfit, he had to stop and hold a bow and arrow in his hand to become a hunter who went into the mountains to hunt.

"Have you disturbed?" Joris asked, looking at the bedroom door that Martin took.

Martin shook his head and asked the old man in sideways, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with me, senior?"

After knowing Joris' identity, Martin became more awe of the ancient dragon. After all, the ancestors of the Olic family may have something to do with another ancient dragon.

"I do have something urgent to come to you." Joris did not enter the door, but took out a bag of things from his pocket, which was wrapped in kraft paper and wrapped tightly.

But Joris opened the kraft paper in just a few seconds, revealing what was inside. It was... a small pile of sand!

"This is……?"

Martin was a little confused. In his perception, they were just a pile of ordinary sand, but the color was strange, it looked a little white, and it was very thin.

Wait, Martin frowned, he seemed to have such a little impression of this sand...

Joris holding kraft paper shook his hand gently.

A layer of power that Martin had not discovered completely dispersed from the sand.

The sand also exposed its original appearance.

The white sand seemed to be painted with pigments and became colorful.

The most important thing is that the sand has a very rich spiritual aura, which makes Martin feel extremely friendly.

In addition to the breath of the spiritual world, there is also the residual of mixed power that seems very manic and cannot distinguish the source.

From these two characteristics, Martin also recalled where he had seen this thing...

Spiritual Realm, Oria Ruins!

On the desolate ancient battlefield over there, the sand looks like this!

To this day, Martin still cannot tell what areas are there in the remnants of those mixed forces.

"It seems you know where this thing comes from?"

Martin nodded, then hesitated a little.

"I've seen this kind of sand somewhere in the spiritual world, but I'm not sure if it's the only one there."

Joris watched Martin's expression change, and he was relieved to hear his answer.

"No doubt, this thing should exist only in one place, the remains of Oria...."

Martin's eyes narrowed, but he didn't expect that Joris knew about this place too!

However, when Martin thinks of this person's age, it is not surprising that people may know more than themselves!

Just in the time when thinking.

The sand from the spiritual world is directly exposed to the material world, and has undergone very strange changes.

They are colorful and generally tend toward warm colors, and continue to emit a halo with the same warm color. The halo is like smoke, spreading outward at a slow speed, similar to pigments that spread in water.

The halos they release seem to change the characteristics of space and bring spiritual breath to the surrounding things.

Even the rough kraft paper is dyed orange-red.

But this phenomenon did not last long. After a while, the sand and soil in the kraft paper completely disappeared without leaving any trace...

Martin was a little confused. What was the purpose of Joris showing him this handful of sand?

"Don't worry, I just want to ask you for a favor."

Joris threw away the empty kraft bag and clapped his hands and said.

"Take me to the ruins of Oria!"

Hearing Joris' request, Martin did not agree immediately.

He knew where that battlefield was located in the spiritual world, and it was not difficult to drive the spiritual world island to reach it.

The only dangerous section of the road is in the dark mist, with the body of the evil god who dominated the flesh and blood.

Not long ago, the Flesh Lord failed to invade Faralin twice and seemed to be injured in the second time.

So a while ago, Martin saw some of the flesh-and-blooded limbs from Votto's hands, which he used to block Karan from destroying the dream world passage.

This evil god who has been used many times seems to be really not very useful in his mind.

But no matter how weak he is, he is an evil god, and Martin doesn't want to take risks.

I had already encountered it once in the black fog on the spiritual island and the flesh and blood master. Who knows if it will be prepared?

Maybe because of my repeated obstacles, the flesh and blood master had a particularly deep impression of me.

"Is there any problem? Don't you know how to get to the remains of Oria?" Joris saw Martin's hesitation.

Martin shook his head and expressed his concerns.

"I know where in the Oria ruins spiritual world, but on the periphery of the ruins, you have to pass through a very dangerous area. You are very likely to encounter an evil god believed by the undead, and that ruin is even more dangerous!"

In addition to the flesh and blood master on the road, the violent sandstorm that Martin witnessed last time when he left seemed to be raging repeatedly on that ancient battlefield.

The remaining power rioted in the flying sand and dust, leaving a deep impression on Martin.

He relied on the unique spatial characteristics of the spiritual island to escape from that place.

This is what makes Martin even more worried.

Joris nodded, signaling that he knew, and then asked, "It is normal for that kind of place to be dangerous. As for the flesh and blood master, it is reasonable to appear near it."

"But if I can guarantee your safety, can you take me to that place?"

Martin hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

This big guy said this, and it wouldn't be appropriate for him to refuse.

The last time he arrived at the ruins of Oria, he anchored the last bit of the quill there, but in the subsequent battles, the bit of the bit had been replaced for safety.

So if you want to take people there, Martin can only find the black foggy ocean in the spiritual world again, and pass through the fog and space cracks again before reaching the ruins of Oria.

As for the small island in the spiritual world... Joris must have seen this classroom a long time ago, and Martin is not afraid of it being exposed.

In "Travels in the Spiritual Realm" written by Dacketry, it is recorded that when he was studying with the "teacher", he saw three ancient dragons turning into human form to listen more than once and asking questions.

"Senior is in a hurry? Can you ask, what are you going to that ruin? "Martin turned around and looked at the empty door of the bedroom. Doriyani had woken up and stood at the door of the bedroom.

"I'll go make tea."

Doriani was very sensible and turned to the kitchen. She had never seen Joris, but she realized that Joris was not an enemy.

Martin noticed his gaze stayed on Doriani's back for half a second, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

Joris paused, then walked into the living room and sat down on an old chair next to the table.

Martin also sat next to him.

"It's not very urgent...but this matter has something to do with you."

Joris said, waving his hand at the same time, the invisible force spreading around, the sound and breath were isolated, and Martin felt the room quiet.

It has something to do with me?

Martin waited for Joris's next sentence with doubt.

"You should know the origin of your Oric family, right?"

Joris asked directly.

"Urnido?" Martin asked back with the intention of confirmation.

Joris nodded, confirming Martin's previous speculation.

After being confirmed by Joris, Martin became even more curious.

What does this matter have to do with the remains of Oria? Did Urnido also participate in that battle?

"I, Urnido and Shaula, are all giant dragons from ancient times. They had no lifespan limit. A long time ago, for some reasons, they had to avoid a disaster that might affect us." Joris said.

What kind of disaster is it? To make the dragon have to hide?

Martin was a little curious.

But Joris did not discuss in depth this aspect, but continued to tell.

"Urnido and Shaula chose to merge their own bloodlines with humans, so there were two bloodline families, Oric and Deresor. This practice was very common at that time. In addition to knights and warlocks, there were also many bloodline powers born. Now it seems that there are not many bloodline powers that can withstand the test of history."

"Xiaula chose Deresor, Secret Art? Isn't it the Charlie family's warlock bloodline?" Martin asked in confusion.

Joris seemed to have some doubts about this issue: "According to my observation, the bloodline power of the two families of Deresor and Charlie should both come from Shaula. Perhaps she did it deliberately, or it may be that the bloodline power has changed and two different branches have been differentiated. Although this situation is not common, the process is too long and anything can happen."

Countless thoughts flashed through Martin's mind. In this way, the Charlie family and the Deresor family actually came from the same source.

Secret arts and sorcerers, from the perspective of energy waves, do seem to have some similar flavors.

Martin recalled the feeling of seeing the third prince using power before.

These two bloodlines are very powerful even in the Fifth Century and still control the two countries...

Doriani came out of the kitchen with a teapot and placed the steaming tea cup in front of the two of them.

Just as he was about to go back to the bedroom to avoid the conversation between the two, Joris took the initiative to speak, "Little girl from the fate sequence, you can sit down and listen!"

Doriani stopped and turned around, hesitated on his face, looking at Martin.

Seeing Martin nodding, he sat down and chose Martin's side.

Joris smiled slightly, "I chose another way to sleep under the inspiration of an old friend."

Martin immediately realized, who was the old friend Joris said - Nabich, or the moon.
Chapter completed!