With a gloomy look on his face, Iros strode into the battle hall of the temple.
The entire hall is filled with a rich magical atmosphere, with layers of magic arrays appearing one after another. More than ten temple mages are working in the magic arrays to maintain the operation of the magic arrays.
In the center of the magic circle is the sand table of the entire continent of Toril. On the sand table, clouds can be seen at this moment, and the light and shadow are different.
It was raining in the northwest and snow was falling on the peaks of the Central Mountains, while the sky was clear and clear in the south. The weather conditions of the entire continent were displayed here at once.
Iros sighed slightly in his heart. In the whole world, perhaps only the Holy Church of the Holy Church has such strength. It can maintain the continuous operation of such a huge magic circle with dozens of high-level mages taking turns.
Iros waved his hand, and a Templar mage immediately chanted a spell, activating the deepest magic circle. A layer of faint light passed over the entire sand table, and then dozens of areas lit up slightly.
Iros looked over area after area, looking very carefully.
According to Qin, these magic arrays will sense some tyrannical beings on the continent and glow in the corresponding areas.
She vaguely proposed that if Master Sindar was still there, then under his auspices, the power and attributes of the tyrannical existence hidden in those areas could be seen from the luster color and brightness of those areas.
Of course, this magic circle is not omnipotent. Beings with too high or too low power will not be detected by this magic circle, and those beings who know how to hide their aura will not appear in the magic circle.
But even so, Iros was extremely shocked when he saw this magic circle for the first time.
Iros didn't know if there were tyrannical beings hidden in these areas, but at least the area where Dragon City was located and the basin where the Black Dragon clan gathered were all displayed on the sand table.
But knowing where these dragons are is of little use. Even with the strength of the Holy Church, it is a very crazy idea to cross mountains and rivers to attack Dragon City.
Suddenly, Iros seemed to feel that there was a little bit of disharmony in the area where Dragon City was hidden.
When he looked carefully, this abnormality had disappeared. He stared at that area, but could no longer see anything.
Iros frowned. Although the vitality of Dragon City is severely damaged and its strength is no longer as good as before, there are at least dozens of golden dragons in Dragon City. There are more than ten adult golden dragons. Those are definitely not the temples he leads.
Can handle it.
From Iros's point of view, even pulling the Holy Son Heathcote wouldn't work.
As for the Pope, he couldn't see through the depth of the Pope at all. Although he had seen the Pope's earth-shattering prophecies before and after, Iros always felt blank every time he thought about the Pope's strength.
And how could the Pope follow him to attack Dragon City?
Since he had to cross a long distance, Iros could not bring more people with him. Of course, there would be no problem with his manpower to deal with the high-level dragons who were alone, but it was too few to deal with the hordes of giant dragons.
Unless someone like Michael takes action, two dragon cities will be destroyed in one fell swoop.
Iros shook his head to drive this absurd idea out of his mind, and his eyes fell on other areas.
It seems that there should be many powerful beings hidden in those areas distributed in the deep mountains and swamps, and the souls of these beings should be enough to help Lilith sustain herself for a while.
Iros looked at the glowing areas and was silent. However, in just a few minutes, all the temple mages who had reached at least fourteen or five levels of magic were sweating on their foreheads, and they were about to be unable to cope.
The crazy squeeze of the magic circle.
At this moment, Lilith suddenly pulled Lailos' clothes and pointed to an area with her little finger.
Iros was slightly startled and looked back at her. Lilith pointed at that area, her golden eyes full of determination.
Julia glanced at Lilith, snorted, and turned her little face to the side in disdain.
Iros looked at the area again, nodded, and ordered to the left and right:
"Just go there! Prepare the teleportation circle. We will set off the day after tomorrow."
Qin agreed, and Iros looked at Moonlight Dragon City again, feeling that there was always something lingering in his heart.
Iros pointed to Moonlight Dragon City again, frowned and said: "Prepare another small teleportation circle, I want to go here to take a look."
"When should we prepare the magic circle?" Qin asked.
"The sooner the better!"
When Iros looked down at the vast land of the North Kingdom again, it was already dusk.
These days, I have seen so much of the unreal scenery of the secret realm and the soft mountains and beautiful waters of the southern country. When I was able to look at the vast and boundless land of the northern country again, Iros's chest suddenly surged with pride again.
Iros recognized the direction, and his figure began to flash in the air, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.
While he was flying rapidly, a sudden movement occurred in Iros's heart, and he suddenly stopped castrating.
Below him is a stretch of mountains.
The mountains are majestic yet delicate, with knife-like peaks covered with greenery. Between the peaks, a river meanders through.
Against the background of the clouds at dusk, it looks like there are thousands of golden snakes swimming on the river.
What makes this picturesque landscape even more legendary is that on the top of a mountain near the river, there are two elegant giant dragons!
The beautiful dragon body shining with soft silver light naturally belongs to the leader of the golden dragon clan, the dragon prophet Craneo.
Next to her, there was a small, but full of mystery and majesty, sacred dragon!
Iros's face became a little strange. It turned out that the strangeness he felt was actually because the breath of the golden dragon was mixed with the breath of other dragons, and it was a breath that he was very, very familiar with.
"The battlefield is always the best destination for heroes..."
The dragon's chant of the sacred dragon has a strange calmness and elegance. It is like reciting a poem: "It was also dusk like now, and the sky was filled with clouds like fire.
But what is burning is not the sunset, but the glory of the God of Light!
Yes, in that war, my masters and I faced not only millions of troops, but also the tall figure of the God of Light!
But the master was fearless! He stood alone in front of the God of Light and his millions of servants!
Ah, how powerful he was in that epic war..."
The sacred dragon howled uncontrollably, and then realized that it had lost its composure. It immediately regained its poet's temperament and said in a low voice full of melancholy:
"No, in front of those despicable and shameless enemies, the master sacrificed his own life in exchange for our escape. That is... courage!"
Cranio was very moved when he heard it, and he chirped lowly, echoing the voice of the sacred dragon.
The sacred dragon wanted to say something more, but a dangerous intuition suddenly passed through his heart, and he immediately turned his head and looked behind him.
At the same moment, Cranio also felt something and turned back to look at the sky behind him.
Iros was slowly falling from the sky, and everything in the space around him was slightly distorted.
Although there was no electric fire, and the two giant dragons did not feel any pressure, the invisible sense of oppression was far more powerful than these tangible deterrents.