Mysterious journey

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, representing He is an Archdruid of level 10 or above.

This druid's aura was well hidden, and Garen couldn't find out what level he was even though he sensed it carefully.

But it is at least a level ten existence.

After the two sat down facing each other, the old man looked at Garen and spoke slowly.

"No need to sense anymore. I am now in the village, and all my power is integrated with the village's protective array. Here, I am the entire array. This array has top-notch power of fifteen levels. 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 just 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 The aroma of flowers makes people feel relaxed and intoxicated.

"It takes more than three thousand years to collect the pollen of more than 3,000 different flowers and brew the rare honey you drink," the old elf explained. "Just enough to 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 Strategies, schemes, strategies, 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 is still an 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 was.”

"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, who is as high as the fifteenth level, is even more unparalleled. With the artifact to counterattack the Dragon Spear, he is basically unstoppable." Green Beard sighed, "But, unexpected Something changed."

"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 tyrannical creatures even knew our language. He called himself the Demon Hunter Demon Lord. He was not at all. Emperor Gus could compete with him. During the Ten Thousand Dragons War, he captured, massacred, plundered, and even enslaved a large number of participating dragon clans. Although he didn’t know why he spared some of the White Dragon clan, the White Dragons also because of the previous The Ten Thousand Dragons War fought tooth and nail with the black elves, resulting in heavy casualties."

"Demon Lord?" Garen smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, he turned around and returned to his own world. He let the White Dragon clan go. It was obvious that this demon-hunting Demon Lord knew some inside stories. Maybe he knew the Demon Lord of Lies. Maybe he knew the Demon Lord of Lies. 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 seems 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.

"That's fine. My teleportation array directly connects to your clan. You can just go back and ask in person. Actually..." Luxu hesitated, but still didn't 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 a lot of elves running around to watch him along the way, men, women, old and young, and they 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 was closely monitored like a prisoner. Seeing the extremely different treatment that Garen received, this group of people were 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 flow of green 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, with an old white dragon who seemed to be disabled guarding the side. Longyan, whose old eyes were dim, looked at Garen carefully.

"Who are you?" The teleportation array can only come with creatures 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 the dragon's power, and the unique dragon's power suddenly made Old Bailong tremble all over.

"I'm 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 peaks. In the middle of the snow peaks, the young dragons were wailing under the training of the instructors.

The few strong adult dragons were about to fly out, and 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 shouted suddenly. "Are you Garen!!?"

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 instantly. For the Dragon Clan, just a few decades is not a long time. And Garen seemed to have 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 sobbed 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.

"Brother Garon!"

Several young dragons flew over and were given a space by the surrounding white dragons. It was Sa Er and the others.

They have also 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 suddenly 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 can be seen that the third elder is not far away from death. His life is about to be exhausted and is 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 good if you come back." The third elder looked at Garen, with some kind of complicated sustenance in his eyes, which 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 never be seen again. We're here." The third elder said tremblingly, "Lehman defected. Our only hope is you."

He stretched out his paw and handed the scepter to Garen.

"I've been waiting for your prophecy to tell 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. 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 was inevitable, but with the clan so weak, he had no intention of coming back.

"Aren't you willing?" The third elder smiled bitterly, "Yes, it was easy for me to leave, but you are forced to pick up this mess. It was me who went too far...it was me."

"I don't accept the scepter of God, it just means that I don't accept Tiamat's faith." Garen said solemnly.

He reached out 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. But he always tried to persevere.

"Only by following the ancient will can you realize your final wish." Countless voices were saying 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, from the void cracks in the world, one by one, the True Spirit Demon Lords slowly stepped out, and the invisible and transparent power of cause and effect slowly entangled and gathered on them. .