Dragon Who Controls Time

Because there is no strong man in the seat of the imperial family, plus a long period of indulging in pleasure, the military strength has declined, showing a weak posture.

At this point, the various principalities showed their fangs and set off a war that swept the south step by step.

In addition to the strong and sturdy army, the Principality of Alva has a total of five high-ranking mages.

The numbers are not surprising.

But what is surprising is that among the five high-level mages, there is an archmage who masters the ninth-level magic, two eighth-level wizards, and two seventh-level wizards.

Now in front of Garen is the eighth-ring mage of the transformation system.

As the Grand Duke of Thorns said, if nothing else happens, the most powerful Principality of Alva will become a new kingdom, taking the place of Timo.

"Lord True Dragon, the war that is about to take place is just the final battle."

"Please help, mainly to deter the enemy and avoid unnecessary casualties."

"You just need to release Longwei and show your posture above the Golden Alliance Army to get a lot of treasure."

"Of course, if you are willing to really take action and assist the Golden Alliance Army in crusade against the enemy, we will give you the remuneration you deserve."

Matthew continued to invite.

Garen didn't answer immediately, and fell into contemplation, and the light of thought flashed in the dragon's eyes.

He wouldn't believe Matthew's side words.

Since they wanted to ask the real dragon to help in the battle, it meant that they could not easily defeat the remaining power of the Timo Kingdom.

Another thing that makes Jialong feel strange is that, listening to the meaning of the thorns, the golden alliance army is simply overwhelming on the battlefield.

Father, like son.

Garen himself felt that no matter how weak the Timor Kingdom was, it would still be a kingdom that has been passed down for thousands of years. It would not really be that there is no resistance at all because of the absence of legendary spellcasters.

At the very least, this war is coming to an end in just one year, and it's a little unusual to be fast.

On the other side, the high-ranking mage from the Principality of Alva looked at Garen's expression and felt a little gloomy.

After a second thought, he seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, and said, "Your Excellency Zhenlong, I heard that you are looking for a spell book."

Jialong turned his eyes and said in a low voice, "It is true."

Matthew smiled, raised his palm, and with a shimmer of light, a heavy book with a faint and simple fragrance emerged in his hand.

"Oblivion, eight-level change school spell."

"This spellbook is yours now, if you're willing to help."

"In addition, under the witness of the God of Light, I promise you that I will also present five high-level spell books of different schools after the event."

The content of high-level spells is very complex, involving a lot of runes and incantations, and a spell needs a whole book to record.

Due to the difficulty of mastering spells, no matter where the spell book is placed, few people can learn it based on it, which is not a very cherished item.

In Noah Continent, in order to learn from each other's strengths, many spellcasters will learn from each other and exchange treasured spell books.

However, high-level spell books are basically only circulated in the hands of high-level mages and cannot be easily obtained.

High-level spells from different schools....... Garen thought for a while, and finally chose to pick up the high-level spell book in Matthew's hand.

He left the Arctic and headed south for two main purposes.

One is to take the portal of the lava demiplane, which he has already obtained.

The second is to get as many spell books as possible, especially high-level spell books.

The conditions offered by the other party were already generous, plus a total of six high-level spell books, Garen had to admit that he was moved.

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The capital of the Empire Kingdom, Kraken City, the Royal Court.

In his prime, the king with a sharp face and complex eyes lived in his empty bedroom. At this time, he was standing in front of a large grid window inlaid with gold, overlooking the capital of the Empire Kingdom, which was as dead as a tomb under the night.

A cool breeze blew on him.

The moonlight was cut into fine shadows by the window grid, forming scattered silver glow spots beside him.

"The thousand-year-old kingdom foundation has been rotten so far."

"The royal family is corrupt, the nobles are greedy, there are countless worms, and the military is weakened. There is almost no other way to bring the Empire back to life."

The king stared directly at the scenery outside the window, as if talking to himself.

After a pause, he didn't move, with a hint of inquiry in his voice, and said, "Teacher, are you really sure?"

In the scattered shadows, a cloud of black smoke swirled and emerged, forming a withered face like a skeleton that was tightly pressed against the face.

"In my life, Harris, as long as I decide to do something, I have never failed."

The haggard face opened and closed the upper lip, making a harsh sound like a cat scratching glass.

And the name Harris....... If someone with a heart hears it, they will definitely be shocked.

Because he died a few years ago and was buried in the grave in the national silence, the chief legendary mage of Timo, Harris Fax.

"Russell, as my student, I have watched you grow up almost from childhood. As long as you listen to the teacher, you will be the first human emperor in Noah Continent!"

"As for the casualties of the people, the blood flowed into rivers... Haha, you have always been kind and soft-hearted since you were a child."

"Indecisive, undecided, how can you deter those countries that are just about to move! You have to take at least five points of responsibility for the current situation of the Emperor Mo Kingdom."

Being rudely reprimanded, there was no angry expression on the king's face.

He glanced at the scenery outside the window again, then withdrew his gaze, turned around slowly, and looked at the cloud of black smoke, his eyes a little tired.

"Teacher, you're right. I'm sorry for the soldiers who died for the Timor Kingdom, and I'm sorry for the people who are panicking day and night."

"But you should know that I never thought of being the head of a country...... I'm not fit to sit in this position."

The withered face in the black smoke was silent for a while, and said in an unpleasant and harsh voice: "The arrow is on the string, and it has to be sent."

"You can only choose to accept the reality, or go against my will."

The king sighed deeply, his face was tired, his voice was a little sad, and he said slowly: "Teacher, you were not like this before."

"You've changed too much for an immortal body that lasts forever."

The black smoke tumbled violently, and his voice suddenly rose a lot. He said impatiently, "It's not your turn to take care of my situation!"

"If it wasn't for that guy from Yeleger who kept staring here, I would have solved all the problems long ago, and it wouldn't have dragged on until now."

After a pause, his voice said with a hint of luck: "Fortunately, now he seems to be too busy to take care of himself and left Kraken."

The king was silent for half a minute, and finally, he turned around again and looked out the window.

"Just do it according to your ideas, and I will fully cooperate."

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