Dragon Who Controls Time

She glared at Garen, but after seeing Garen's dragon fist, her head suddenly ached, she couldn't help shrinking her neck, but in the end she plucked up the courage and snorted coldly and arrogantly: "I lost what Salia lost. Things, sooner or later, I will grab them back with my own hands.”

"Karen, don't be too proud."

He was taking out a gem, because he stole one from Bai Longniang and planned to give it back to her at this time, so he took back the gem he just took out.

"I'm waiting for that day to come, but at your own risk."

For all creatures that were surpassed by Garen, he did not believe that the other party still had a chance to surpass him.

This is the confidence that belongs to Time Dragon.

With the passage of time, the gap between Bai Longniang and him will only get bigger and bigger.

Immediately, under Jialong's gaze, Bai Longniang reluctantly picked up those ivory and magic ice crystals, and then slowly moved towards the edge of the dragon's nest.

When she walked to the very edge and looked at the scenery of the territory that no longer belonged to her, she couldn't help but look back at Garen with a bit of resentment.

And Jialong was appreciating his gains, and ignored Bai Longniang's intentions.

Bai Longniang snorted coldly, the dragon wings vibrated and flew out of the dragon's nest. When she saw the three little dragons waiting in the snowstorm outside, Bai Longniang felt even worse.

They reminded Bai Longniang that Jialong was her eldest son.

"The first time I gave birth, I gave birth to a dragon like this..."

"I don't want any cubs in the future!"

Bai Longniang thought firmly in her heart.

She gave birth to dragon eggs just for fun at first, but when the hatchlings were really born out of their shells and needed her to spend part of her time and energy to take care of them, she became impatient and regretted her hasty decision.

Although adult dragons can't control their births completely according to their wishes, as long as they don't want to, their chances of getting pregnant will be terrifyingly low.

However, most true dragons give birth to offspring in their adult or prime years.

Because with the growth of dragon age, the probability of a real dragon's conception will fall off a cliff after entering old age, and it is only luck if you want offspring.

While looking at the three hatchlings unhappily, he motioned them to follow him.

Soon, one big and three small, the figures of four white dragons gradually disappeared in the blizzard and left Garen's territory.

Inside the Dragon's Nest on the Ice Cliff, Jialong's eyes moved slightly and he closed his eyes.

In his mind, a small spot of light moved rapidly.

The position of the light spot represents the position of Bai Longniang at this time.

She was robbed of her territory but was not confused. She seemed to have her own plans and was moving towards the northeast with a clear goal.

The reason why he was able to detect Bai Longniang's movement was because Jialong conveniently placed a time stamp on her, which was located on the tip of Bai Longniang's tail and was difficult to detect.

Jialong opened his eyes and felt the white dragon girl who was walking away. It didn't take long before he regained his mind.

He took stock of his gains.

There are seventy-six magic gems with various attributes and colorful colors. They are surrounded by elemental auras, exuding bursts of magical fluctuations, making the elemental energy in the surrounding air very active.

Next to these gems, Garen felt his breathing remarkably easy.

The flow of magic power in his body has become faster, and the absorption and transformation efficiency of elemental energy in the air has also increased a lot.

This feeling is like suddenly coming from a narrow and dull secret room to a vast and fresh grassland, which makes Long feel relaxed and happy.

In addition to magic gems, those steel armors and swords or spears branded with standard patterns can arm a team of a hundred people.

These are the most conspicuous things in the Ice Cliff Dragon's Nest.

"The pattern is a bit like a tulip."

"Did Bai Longniang attack the human army?"

Looking at the uniform pattern on the armor and weapon, Garen thought silently in his heart.

Although it is not a magic item, it is a good thing because it is well-made and has a slight metallic luster, but it is a pity that Garen has no relatives who can use these armored weapons.

Whether it is an ogre or a polar ice spirit, they are much taller than humans.

Glancing over the armor and weapons, Garen looked at the spell scrolls one by one.

These spell scrolls are rolled into a cylindrical shape, with different colors, showing a triangular outline that is stacked together, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top.

Garen used a trick to detect the aura. Looking from the bottom to the top, he found that the aura emitted by these spell scrolls was weak at the bottom and brighter as they went up, and they were stacked in the order of quality.

As for the brightest aura... Bright enough to be dazzling, it was a pale yellow spell scroll that Garen was currently holding.

On this spell scroll, a symbol is engraved.

The shape of this symbol is a horizontal ellipse with a crossed cross in the middle, and a spike-like bulge on the main body.

This symbol, which Galleon recognized, was the symbol of the Evocation School.

It means that this spell scroll contains an evocation spell.

The evocation system belongs to the most intuitive and powerful lethal schools of several spell schools. It is usually accompanied by extremely impactful visual effects. The power and damage during battle are much stronger than other spells in the same ring.

The most classic evocation spell is fireball. Spellcasters with other beliefs in their hearts even spend their whole lives studying variants of fireball.

Big fireballs, bursting fireballs, lava fireballs, blazing fireballs......the list goes on.

There are even Fireball variants in Legendary spells, so you can imagine how much spellcasters love Fireball.

Closer to home, below the energy symbol, there is text written in Noah's common language.

Seventh-level spell, Whirlwind of Teeth.

The name doesn't sound like Evocation, but more like Transmutation or Summoning, but Gallen knows that no spell can simply infer its effect from its name.

Gallen's knowledge of spells comes from books obtained from the two-headed ogre, and the knowledge gained only involves the median fifth-level spell.

The seventh-level spells already belonged to the category of high-level spells.

The casters who master high-level spells are rare and powerful, and have the combat power comparable to that of an adult dragon.

"Fortunately, I didn't let Bai Longniang use it, otherwise I would suffer."

Kanon thought of the thunderstorm technique that made the silver electricity in the area of ​​several dozen meters dance wildly.

He imitated Bai Longniang, solemnly put the vortex scroll in his mouth, and pressed it under the dragon's tongue as his hole card.

"However, where did Bai Longniang get the seven-ring spell scroll?"

"Given by an unknown dragon father? It's quite possible."

Garen shook his head without thinking any further.

As for the other spell scrolls, Garen also looked at them carefully.

There are a total of forty-seven spells, and there are spells of various schools, but the level is relatively low, between the first and fifth rings.

There is only one fifth-level spell scroll, three fourth-level spell scrolls, and the rest are low-level spells of one to three levels.

The lower-level spell scrolls are optional for Garen, but the ones above the median are good things, and he can use them.