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‘Mnozdo?’

Nathanos took the stone. At first he didn't notice anything unusual. After a careful look, he asked, "What else did the person who gave this thing to you say?"

"I didn't say anything, I just emphasized that you and I must meet. I think... it should be that he hopes you can help the Dragon Throat Clan."

"I will never help anyone for no reason unless I can get something." said the wither, his eyes still remained with the amber stone. He pointed it at the moon rising to the highest point in the sky, and found through the moonlight that there was nothing hidden inside the stone.

"Why not break it? Maybe only by breaking it can you know what's inside."

"What if that person wants you to give me is this amber stone itself?"

Grott's face became very ugly. But there was no contempt or anger in Nathanos' tone. In fact, his voice sounded more sensible than when the Orc first met him.

"Amber, have you seen this kind of thing?"

"Of course, amber rough stones can usually be found underground under the pine tree."

Nathanos closed his eyes and murmured: "Yes, there are often bugs or leaf debris inside this stone. There is almost no amber inside. This is what makes this stone special."

The orc opened his eyes wide and watched Nathanos pull a dagger out of his boots and carve a knife on the hand that was still covered with flesh and blood.

The dark purple blood fell onto the amber stone. Grott originally thought that the blood should follow the surface of the stone and then cause some reaction, but the real situation was that the blood was completely absorbed. When the first drop of blood came into contact with the stone, a subtle light flashed by, and was sucked in, turning into black traces after black traces, which looked like a poison invading human skin. As the lower blood became more and more traces appeared. They were combined together as complex as the human veins.

"There is no blood sticking to yours in the middle." Grot stared at the stone in surprise. There was a color like the stone in the center of the amber stone that was not soaked by blood. The wither also saw it, and he was sure that it was what Mnoddor wanted to give him.

The wither squeezed the stone hard with his hands that still had flesh and blood. Now the blood marks that looked like cracks completely turned into cracks, and the number continued to increase.

After a crisp and loud sound of shattering, the thing hidden in the stone finally showed its true form. Nathanos looked at the gadget and carefully paved the useless gravel.

What he saw in front of him was a smooth and flawless hexagonal crystal. Putting it in the palm of his hand, the wither could feel a little cold. Grott had held his breath and was waiting for Nathanos's next action.

"This thing..." The undead's voice trembled a little, and his body trembled. "The power contained in it is beyond my understanding." Nathanos said, slowly, carefully closing his fingers and holding this piece of mysterious fragment.

His eyes suddenly widened. In shock, he could not even control the ability of his body to move. Everything he had experienced, all the experiences, all the difficulties he had suddenly poured into his mind. He never forgot the past, but he was not as clear as it is now, as if these memories were all sealed in pieces. But he no longer felt sad or angry. An inexplicable desire occupied his thoughts, and this desire turned into two words: Change!

Change what happened in the past and change your own destiny.

Yet he immediately realized that this idea was extremely stupid and dangerous. He is now the leader of the Forgotten, with a huge army and a broad plan. There is nothing wrong with his status quo. Nathanos once vowed not to let the past tie himself up again.

He wanted to let go of the crystal, it was burning his mind.

“I… don’t need…change.”

Nathanos gritted his teeth and said, these words should have roared out, but were stopped by something hidden in the crystal.

‘Nathanos?’

‘Mnozdo?’ The Withered One heard the voice of the Eternal Dragon King.

‘Take it with your heart and feel what you have in your hands.’

‘Why? Why give me this?’

'That's not your memory, the wither, but your time.'

The undead didn't quite understand, 'My time? Why is my time inside this stone?'

'Because I can no longer help you with Nozdom. My time is almost over. But your existence must not be discovered by the bronze dragons. This crystal comes from the time hourglass of the bronze dragon's holy object, I extracted it from it and hid all the time and part of the time guardian power collected by the bronze dragon in this crystal.'

‘The power of time protection?’ Nathanos could not judge the current situation of the Eternal King from Mnozdo’s tone, but the decisive words made the Withering One suddenly remember that he had gone to the end of time before, but he did not see the end of the bronze dragon king Nozdom. Could it be that Clomatus’s death did not change the fate of the King of Time?

‘That is, the power given to the guardian dragon by the Titan.’

‘I don’t need this kind of power. I no longer do stupid things that change my destiny.’

‘Listen to me, the witherer. The hidden danger that has always been the most threatening to you is time, and your biggest enemy is time. The managers of time must eliminate you, and you can only compete with it if you master their power. I don’t expect you to turn the past. I just want you to protect yourself before you get real powerful power.’

Nathanos wanted to laugh when he heard this. Mnozdo actually thought his power was not strong enough. ‘Then let Nozdom face me. A guardian dragon has already fallen, and he may become the second one.’

‘What about after you defeated him? Have you ever thought that your body can withstand the blow? Look at your left hand.’

‘You don’t need to worry, I have found a way to restore my body.’ The wither suddenly thought of something, ‘Can I control the speed of body decay with the strength you give me?’

‘No, the power of time cannot act on the person who masters time.’

Nathanos was disappointed and even more disdainful of the crystals held in his hand.

‘The method you are talking about is that ritual? Energy, special places, and blood... Can you do it, Nathanos?’

Mnozdo's words made the wither feel like he was punched in the chest.

‘You… know?’
Chapter completed!