Dragon Who Controls Time

Faerun Continent.

north.

Rage Peak, a huge gathering place for orcs in Faerûn.

Surrounding a huge mountain nearly five thousand meters high, there are endless dense forests, meandering rivers, rolling hills and depressions, and... Countless orc tribes.

In Faerûn, savage orcs are synonymous with robbers.

They do not produce themselves, and run around the earth in a ferocious and terrifying way of plundering, like a group of lawless robbers, robbing the wealth and territories of other civilized groups.

Looting other races and strengthening themselves is the main way for orcs to develop.

Because every orc is a natural warrior, and there are powerful occupations such as shaman, wizard, wolf rider, etc., many biological races suffer from the looting of orcs, but they do not have the strength to compete with orcs, so As a last resort, he gave up his territorial homeland and went far away under the power of the orcs.

However, this situation has come to an end.

Because the orcs provoke more formidable enemies than them.

In the violent fluctuations in the space, huge magical flywheels with hundreds of figures standing silently flew out of the space portal.

Buzz!

On the ground centered on the Furious Peak, a large number of portals were also opened one after another, and burly human warriors in heavy armor continued to kill from it, killing the orc tribe from all directions.

Heavy and powerful footsteps made the ground tremble violently.

"Kill all these filthy and cruel beasts, and leave none of them!"

On a magic flywheel, the leader of the army who raided the Rage Peak, the Great Arcanist Eorem exuded a dazzling elemental aura, and issued orders in a deep voice.

The moment you get the order.

Thousands of arcanists began to cast magic.

They showed no mercy and poured one after another powerful arcane spells towards the orcs below.

Boom!

Fire, Lightning, Hurricane, Frost... Arcane magic of different attributes destroyed the forests.

And the orcs who live there are buried in the deadly brilliance of magic along with the forest here.

Rage Peak is a gathering place for orcs.

However, this is actually the rear of the orcs. The most powerful and elite army of the orcs is not stationed in the Fury Peak, and this is the first time that teleportation magic appears. .

One by one orcs were either reduced to ashes under violent spells, or their heads were beheaded by the sharp swords of warriors.

The orc's counterattack was insignificant.

As time passed, the orcs slowly showed despair.

Surrounded by raging fire and human warriors, some orcs fell to their knees and gave their hope of survival to their faith.

"Great orc god, your followers are being attacked by despicable humans."

"Blood and fire covered the earth."

"Your loyal believers pray to you, lower your mighty divine power, and give your believers the power to drive out these despicable human beings!"

Orcish prayers echoed above Rage Peak.

Most of the arcanists in the sky knew the orc language. They listened to the prayers of the orcs before they died. Their expressions were indifferent, and they did not waver.

However, just after a few breaths, Eorem's expression suddenly changed.

His eyes were dignified, and he looked up somewhere in the sky.

"Could the orc god really answer the prayers of these guys?"

The deities generally do not interfere in the struggles of the material world.

The Great Arcanist, who is more than 150 years old, does not believe in gods. He believes that the so-called gods are only creatures with more powerful power. However, disbelief in gods does not prevent Eorem from feeling deeply for the power of gods. of fear.

The magic power surging and condensed on the staff.

The Arcanists on the flywheel platform acted in unison.

They prepare their own spells, even if the other party is the incarnation of a god.

at the same time.

With the violent fluctuation of space, under the frenzied cheers of the orcs and the slightly nervous gaze of the Arcanist, a huge figure came from nowhere, and gradually formed from an illusory body into a real body.

"Don't act rashly."

Looking at the behemoth in his field of vision, Eorem froze for a moment, restraining the arcanists under him.

Suddenly appearing in the sky above the battlefield has nothing to do with the orcs.

It's a train.

A super-giant dragon with a body length of 47 meters and a wingspan of nearly 60 meters.

Glittering silver scales, four sturdy dragon horns, strong physique and limbs, and several strange black scale rings surrounding the body...... . The silver dragon came to this side of the world, he did not take the initiative to exude the dragon's power.

But the body, which is much larger than the magical platform under the feet of the arcanists, naturally exudes a powerful and breathtaking pressure.

Because I don't know which side of the silver dragon is.

The chaotic battlefield fell into a brief calm due to the appearance of the silver dragon.

"Um............Where is this?"

"There seems to be something wrong with the elemental energy here."

Garen stretched his dragon wings, blocking the light cast by the sun, forming a shadow outline on the ground.

He used the Imaskar Dharma Ring as an anchor for time-space teleportation. As soon as he arrived at this new time line, he keenly discovered the strange situation of the elemental energy in the air. The elemental energy here is intertwined in an orderly manner, as if one Zhang's ubiquitous magic network.

With the movement of Garen's mind, he can easily mobilize the magic element through this magic network.

"This is the magic net, right?"

"A magical web that makes spellcasting easier and more convenient."

Garen reacted and thought silently in his heart.

He had seen the Merry Paladins, and there was an introduction to the Faerun Continent, which mentioned the word magic net.

The Weave is a powerful deity, the authority of the goddess of magic.

The elemental energy in the air here is not as chaotic and disorderly as that of Noah Continent. The caster has to spend a lot of mentally combing the elemental energy to construct the spell. With the existence of the magic net, the threshold for becoming a spellcaster will be greatly reduced.

"Are the humans of the ancient Imaskar Empire below?"

Garen's eyes swept across the human mage and warrior below.

With just one glance, he shook his head slightly, rejecting what he had just thought.

He didn't see any miraculous creations.

There is no artificer here.

"There is a certain error in the transmission. This should be the Faerun Continent, but it may not be within the ancient Imaska ​​Empire."

Garon thought about his situation.

Just like the plane teleportation technique will have certain errors.

His time-space teleportation also has errors, and it is a double error of time and location, but with the Imaskar Ring as the anchor point, the error will not be too large.

"I need more news about Faerun."

Garen thought to himself.

He knew about this main material world, but he didn't know enough about it.

at the same time.

The legendary spellcaster with the most powerful breath among the humans and orcs looked at Garen and said solemnly in the language of dragons: "Your Excellency, the mighty true dragon, what is your purpose for coming here?"

At this time, Eorem sensed an unfathomable power in the silver dragon in his field of vision.

If he's here to help the orcs, it's definitely not good news for the human army here.

Around the Furious Peak, human warriors are still wielding sharp weapons and fighting orcs in a life-and-death battle, while the Arcanists in the sky, due to the arrival of Garen, have focused their attention on Garen. , did not continue to pour spells on the orcs.

This gave the orcs a little breathing room.

But that's all.

The silver dragon looked down, and under the vigilant gaze of the human arcanists, he said to their leader: "You continue, I'm just passing by."

After all, the silver dragon was in the wind, looking at the war situation with great interest, and became a spectator.

"There are a lot of spellcasters here."

Garen looked at the figures of the arcanists.

There are more than 10,000 warriors on the earth, and about 1,000 spellcasters in the sky.

Regardless of the quality, the number of casters of more than 1,000 made Garen a little scared.

Normally, an army of this size would not have so many spellcasters.

At the same time, after knowing that Garen was not the savior of the orcs, Eorem relaxed a little, but still remained vigilant about this powerful silver dragon.

"Keep attacking!"

"Don't let any orcs go."

After receiving the order of Eorem, the arcanists spared no effort to release spells.

The casualties of the orcs increased sharply.

The Grand Arcanist, who had legendary strength in the eyes of Garen, took a deep breath.

Thick magic burst out from his tiny human body.

In the sound of obscure incantations, Garen could clearly feel the trembling of the surrounding magic net, and countless elemental energies were connected to the great arcanist through the magic net.

Ten Rings Legendary Arcane Mountain Splitting!

Boom!

In the thunderous momentum, the towering peak of Fury shook violently.

at the same time.

The huge mountain more than 5,000 meters high seems to have been affected by an irreversible force. The mountain body burst into terrible cracks, and even extended directly to the ground. The huge crack engulfed countless orcs.

And the spell isn't over yet.

collapse!

The magic net trembled violently, and then in the desperate eyes of the orcs and the longing eyes of other arcanists, half of the mountain above the mountainside shattered from the inside out.

In the endless dust cover, the huge rocks are swelled one after another, like countless small meteorites, passing through dangerous and deadly arcs in the air, carrying destructive kinetic energy, and falling like a goddess scattered flowers. the surrounding land.

dong dong dong!

The earth shatters, and dense deep pits keep appearing

For a time, the dull roar that reached the sky was incessant.

The orcs were overwhelmed by the torrent formed by the collapse of the mountain.

As for the human warriors among them, when the Great Arcanist was preparing the spells, they had been brought to the sky by other Arcanists through spells such as Feather Fall, away from the deadly land.

When the aftermath of the spell gradually ceased.

There are also some orcs with incomparably tenacious vitality struggling out from the countless rubble.

But what awaits them is the blade of a human warrior.

Kanon looked at the huge broken mountain with a surprised look on his face.

The power of the spell cast by this guy is much greater than what Garen thought.

"Because of the existence of the magic net?"

The silver dragon closed his eyes slightly, carefully sensing the magic network between heaven and earth.

With the magic net, it is easier for the caster to mobilize elemental energy, and the power of spells that can be constructed has been greatly enhanced.

Phew... A small fireball emerges between Garen's dragon claws.

"Well, there is indeed more fire element energy in it."

Garen blinked, holding the small fireball and detonating it.

puff!

In the subtle explosion sound, Garen felt the power of the fireball technique, which was at least three points stronger than the fireball technique he performed on the Noah Continent and the Kara planet.

"Magic net, it's really a good thing."

"However, the legendary spell seems to cause some damage to the magic net."

Kanon's eyes shone with elemental aura, and he saw the magic network between the sky and the earth.

He saw that due to Eorem's legendary magic, the magic net connected to him had some broken and broken marks, but it was repaired in a flash.

at the same time.

After destroying the orcs here, the Great Arcanist raised his head again and stared at the silver dragon high in the sky.

"Lord True Dragon, where are you from?"

Eorem flew high into the sky under the brilliance of the spell, stopped in front of Garen, and asked with a friendly face.