The old man's body is very huge, more than five meters tall. He is like an enlarged version of an ordinary old man. He wears a green druid robe with the symbols of the golden moon and silver stars on it, and a circle of white wheat ears, which represents
His identity as a great druid of level 10 or above.n∈
This druid's aura was well hidden, and Garen couldn't find out what level he was even though he was sensing it carefully.
But it is at least a level ten existence.
After the two sat down facing each other, the old man looked at Gallon and spoke slowly.
"No need to sense anymore. I am now in the village, and all my strength is integrated with the village's protective array. Here, I am the entire array. This array has top-level power of fifteen. Although my mental power is
It’s not enough to control such a huge strength, but it can reach level 14 if used.”
He smiled.
"Furthermore, how can everything in this world be explained clearly by a mere hierarchical classification?"
"That's right." Garen nodded approvingly, picked up a cup of dark green tea prepared in front of him, and poured it gently into his mouth. Immediately, a sweet fragrance like honey filled his mouth, with many kinds of flavors.
The aroma of flowers makes people feel relaxed and intoxicated.
"It takes one cup of rare honey collected from more than 3,000 different flower pollens and brewed in one year to produce the cup you drink." The old elf explained. "It can just dissolve the strong aura of the abyss on your body."
Garen's heart trembled.
"You saw it."
Indeed, as the other party said, it is impossible to distinguish specific levels of strength based on level classification. Sometimes opponents who are several levels apart have great reversals. After all, strength is only one type of power. In addition, there are
Strategy, tactics. Strategy, tactics, traps, etc. are all part of power.
"I have been friends with the third elder of your clan for many years. Although that guy is ambitious and wants to leave Bailong Mountain independently and develop the Bailong clan, in recent years, especially since you were expelled, your clan has been deteriorating.
." The elf elder whispered.
"What kind of pressure or enemy?" Garen asked in a low voice with a raised brow.
"It's an enemy." The elder shook his head. "By the way, you can call me Green Beard."
"You can also call me Gallon." Gallon said politely.
"Okay, Garen." Green Beard continued, "In the Battle of Ten Thousand Dragons five years ago, the Dilada Empire and the Dark Elves fought in a decisive battle. Both sides invested almost all their military strength. The White Dragon Clan was naturally also
A lot of young adults were invested. And the ending is..."
"Failed?" Garen frowned.
"Yes. A miserable failure." Luxu nodded, with a hint of melancholy on his face.
"A tragic defeat... As far as I know, the empire's strength should far exceed that of the dark elves, right?" Garen asked in confusion.
"Of course, the extraordinary strength of Emperor Gus is as high as the fifteenth level. He is even more arrogant. With the artifact to counter-rob the Dragon Spear, he is basically unstoppable." Green Beard sighed, "But. Unexpected
Variables appeared."
"variable?"
"Void cracks, a large number of void cracks poured out from the rear, and countless void creatures rushed out. The Imperial Army was caught in a double attack and was defeated. One of the powerful creatures even knew our language. He called himself the Demon Hunter Demon Lord,
It was not something that Emperor Gus could contend with. During the Ten Thousand Dragons War, he captured, massacred, plundered, and even enslaved a large number of dragons participating in the war. Although he did not know why he spared some of the White Dragon clan, the White Dragons also
Because of the previous Ten Thousand Dragons War and the desperate fight against the black elves, there were heavy casualties."
"Demon Lord?" Garen smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, he turned around and returned to his own world. Letting go of the White Dragon clan, it is obvious that this demon hunter knows some inside stories. Maybe he knows the Lord of Lies, or maybe
It was because his therapist's reputation spread too far, or perhaps for some other reason, but the other party gave him a face.
"It looks like you know something." Luxu keenly noticed Garen's strangeness.
"Forget it, I'd better go back in person and see with my own eyes." Garen stood up.
"Okay, my teleportation array directly connects to your clan, you can just go back and ask in person. Actually..." Luxu hesitated, but still did not speak.
Garen glanced at him.
"Thank you very much."
"No, I hope you can integrate the current clan." Luxu shook his head.
After leaving the bamboo house, Garen was led by an elf man towards the direction of the teleportation array.
There were quite a lot of elves running around to watch him along the way, men, women, old and young, and they all looked at him with friendly eyes. It was obvious that the White Dragon clan had made a good impression on them.
Garen also met a small group of human adventurers who were invited to drink tea. Each one of them was closely monitored like a prisoner. Seeing the extremely different treatment he received, Garen, this group of people was obviously very unbalanced.
Garen stood on the teleportation array, and a hazy green light suddenly shone, covering all parts of his body.
There was a green flow in front of him, which lasted for a few seconds. The green dispersed, and in front of him was a white ice wall. He was in a small ice cave, and guarded by an old white dragon that seemed to be disabled. He
Longan opened his old and dim eyes and looked at Garen carefully.
"Who are you?" The only creatures that came to this teleportation array were recognized by the elf elders over there, so he didn't show any hostility.
"Has the tribe reached this point?" Garen did not answer his question, but looked at him in astonishment.
Guarding such an important teleportation array was actually a crippled old white dragon sent by the faction.
He released a little bit of dragon power, and the unique aura of dragon power suddenly made Old Bai Long tremble all over.
"I am Garen."
Garen's voice spread slowly.
Before Old Bailong could react, he saw Garen disappear instantly, leaving only an afterimage that slowly faded away.
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The whistling wind echoed in Garen's ears.
He has transformed into a dragon body, overlooking the original White Dragon clan below. Weak white dragons formed a patrol team, flying around the snow peak. In the middle of the snow peak, the young dragons were wailing under the training of the instructors.
The few strong adult dragons were about to fly away. They seemed to have discovered his white dragon, which they had never seen before, and immediately turned and flew towards him.
"Are you...?" A white dragon still has a vaguely familiar appearance.
"Gallon!!??" he yelled suddenly. "Are you Gallon!!?"
His voice immediately resounded throughout the entire White Dragon Snow Peak, stirring up long echoes.
The entire White Dragon Snow Peak was silent at first, and then boiled up in an instant. For the Dragon Clan, just a few decades is not a long time. And it seemed that Garen had just left not long ago.
The remaining white dragons flew out one after another, surrounding Garen in the air.
He was suspended in the air and looked around at the white dragons around him. There were only a dozen adult white dragons left, and the rest were all old dragons and young dragons. These adult dragons were even just adults.
The entire clan has become so weak.
"Garen, you are finally back! There is hope for the clan!"
"You are the last hope of the clan! Elders, elders..." A young dragon who was still a young dragon began to cry in a low voice.
After all, the dragon grew up in a clan and still has a lot of affection for the clan.
Most of the temporarily formed adult white dragons have died in battle.
Garen looked around and didn't see many familiar people.
"Where are Sa'er, Sa, San, Sa, Si and the others?" he asked in a low voice.
"Garongo!"
Several young dragons flew over and were given a space by the surrounding white dragons. It was Sa Er and the others.
They have all grown up and look much more mature. Maybe they will become young dragons in a while.
"You are finally back." Suddenly an old voice came from outside the dragon group.
The white dragons immediately became quiet and made way for a passage.
An old dragon with wrinkles all over his body slowly flew in.
Even though he was so old, Garen still vaguely recognized his identity.
"Third Elder..." He didn't expect that this ninth-level apex expert would have aged like this in just twenty or thirty years. It could be seen that the Third Elder was not far from death... His life had already
About to run out. About to come to an end.
The third elder still held the scepter of Tiamat in his hand, which represented the majesty of God, but it was now dim.
"It'll be nice if you come back..." The third elder looked at Garen, with some kind of complicated sustenance in his eyes. It was a kind of deep happiness.
"My only ideal, dream, and wish is to establish a tribe where all white dragons can live in peace... At first, they all opposed it and were imprisoned by me. But now, my power has been exhausted. Unfortunately, this ideal may no longer exist
I can't see it anymore..." The third elder said tremblingly, "Lehman defected... Our only hope is you..."
He stretched out his paw and handed the scepter to Garen.
"I have been waiting for you...The prophecy told me that you will definitely come back."
Garen did not pick up the scepter, but stared at the third elder. At this moment, he had begun to exude the death energy of his soul. It was the result of excessive consumption of his soul. It was obvious that in the previous war, he had released something that was enough to
His great ability to consume souls.
In any case, when he was in the clan, he actually had a vague feeling that Lehman might be the son of the world at this stage, the center around which all destiny revolves.
Leaving the clan is inevitable, but when the clan is so weak, he has no intention of coming back.
"Aren't you... unwilling?" The third elder smiled bitterly, "Yes, it was easy for me to leave, but you are forced to pick up this mess... I went too far... It's me.
..."
"I don't accept the scepter of God, it just means that I don't accept Tiamat's faith." Garen said solemnly.
He stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed the scepter.
puff!
The crystal ball representing Tiamat at the top of the scepter was crushed by him.
"I am me, and Tiamat is Tiamat." Garen looked at the shocked look on the third elder's face, and the white dragons surrounding him who were even more silent.
The Bailong clan was at the end of its rope. At this moment, Garen suddenly raised his scepter.
"From today on, I am the leader of the clan. Who has any objection?"
No one had any voice, and the slightly more powerful White Dragons all left, abandoning the clan.
For a while there was only the sound of wind and snow.
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At the same time, underground in an abandoned church in the distant Central Empire.
A deep black shadow emerged from the ground and slowly penetrated into Leman's mouth, eyes, ears and nose.
Rayman's dragon body shook violently, but his eyes showed distortion, pain, and unwillingness. However, he always tried hard to persevere.
"Follow the ancient will... Only then can you realize your final wish..." Countless voices were speaking in his mind in countless languages.
Rayman's dragon body is rapidly turning black at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. It is not black like a black dragon, but black with no luster at all.
The fate of the world gradually gave birth to different sustenance.
In dozens of other places, black shadows crazily invaded the bodies of different creatures.
Similarly, in the cracks in the void around the world, true spirit demon lords slowly step out one by one, and the invisible and transparent power of cause and effect slowly entangles and gathers on them. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster !