The old man's body is very huge, more than five meters high, like an enlarged version of an ordinary old man, wearing a green druid robe with the logo of a golden moon and a silver star on it, and a circle of white ears of wheat, representing His status as an Archdruid above tenth level.
The druid's aura was well hidden, and Garen couldn't find out what level he was after careful sensing.
But at least level ten exists.
After the two sat down facing each other, the old man sized Garen up and spoke slowly.
"No need to sense, I am now in the village, all my power is integrated with the village's guardian circle, here, I am the entire circle, this circle has the top power of level 15, although my spiritual power It is not enough to control such a great strength, but it can reach the fourteenth level when it is played out."
He smiled.
"Besides, how can everything in this world be explained clearly by a mere hierarchy?"
"That's true." Garen nodded approvingly, picked up a cup of dark green tea prepared for him in front of him, poured it gently into his mouth, and immediately the sweet fragrance like honey permeated his mouth, with many kinds The aroma of flowers can't help but relax and intoxicate the whole body.
"Collect more than 3,000 different kinds of flower pollen, and brew the rare honey that you can drink in a year." The old elf explained. "Just enough to dissolve the strong abyssal breath on your body."
Garen's heart shuddered.
"You saw it."
Indeed, as the other party said, Guangguang can't distinguish the specific level of strength based on the division of levels. Sometimes opponents with a difference of several levels have a big reversal. After all, strength is only a kind of strength. Strategies, stratagems, strategies, tactics, traps, etc., are all part of power.
"I have been good friends with the third elder of your clan for many years. Although that guy is ambitious and wants to truly leave Bailong Mountain independently and carry forward the Bailong clan, but in recent years, especially since you were expelled, your clan has gone from bad to worse. .” The elf elder whispered.
"What kind of pressure is the enemy?" Garen asked in a low voice, raising his brows.
"It's the enemy." The elder shook his head, "By the way, you can call me Lube."
"You can also call me Garen directly." Garen said politely.
"Okay, Garen." Greenbeard continued, "During the Battle of Ten Thousand Dragons five years ago, the Dirada Empire and the Dark Elves fought a decisive battle. Both sides invested almost all of their own military power. Naturally, the White Dragon Clan was also defeated. A lot of young and middle-aged people were invested. And the end is."
"Defeated?" Garen frowned.
"Yes. A fiasco." Luxu nodded, with a hint of melancholy on his face.
"A fiasco. As far as I know, the empire should be far stronger than the dark elves, right?" Garen asked puzzled.
"Naturally, the extraordinary strength of Emperor Gus up to the 15th level is even more incomparable. With the magic weapon Anti-robbery Dragon Spear, it is basically unstoppable." Luxu sighed, "However, the unexpected There are variables."
"variable?"
"Cracks in the void, a large number of cracks in the void gushed out from the rear, and countless void creatures rushed out. The imperial army was caught in a two-sided attack and was defeated. One of the tyrannical creatures even knew our language. He called himself the demon hunter, and he was not at all. Emperor Gus was able to contend. During the Ten Thousand Dragons War, he captured a large number of participating dragons, massacred, preyed, and even enslaved them. Although he didn’t know why the White Dragons were spared, but the White Dragons also because of the previous The Ten Thousand Dragons War fought desperately with the Black Elves, and there were heavy casualties."
"Devil Lord?" Garen smiled wryly. He didn't expect to turn around and return to his own world, letting the Bailong clan go. Obviously, this demon hunter knew something inside, maybe he knew the lie demon lord, maybe It was because his therapist's reputation spread too far, or maybe it was for some other reason, but the other party gave him a face.
"It seems that you know something." Luxuan keenly saw the strangeness of Garen.
"Forget it, I'd better go back and see for myself." Garen stood up.
"Alright, my teleportation array directly connects to your clan, just go back and ask yourself. Actually." Luxu hesitated to speak, but still didn't speak.
Garen glanced at him.
"Thank you very much."
"No, I hope you can integrate the current clan well." Luxu shook his head.
Leaving the bamboo house, Garen was led by an elf man towards the teleportation array.
Along the way, there were many elves who came to watch him, men, women and children, all looked at him with friendly eyes. Obviously, the White Dragon Clan gave them a good impression in front of them.
Garen also met a small group of human adventurers who were invited in for tea, and each of them was closely monitored as if they were prisoners. Seeing the vast difference in treatment Garen received, the 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.
A piece of green flowed in front of his eyes, which lasted for a few seconds, then the green spread out, and there was a piece of pure white ice wall in front of him. He was in a small ice cave, guarding an old white dragon who seemed to be disabled. Longan looked at Garen carefully with his old and dim eyes.
"You are?" Only creatures approved by the elf elders over there can come from this teleportation array, so he didn't show any hostility.
"Has the tribe reached this point?" Garen didn't answer his question, but looked at him in astonishment.
To guard such an important teleportation formation, it was actually a crippled old white dragon sent.
He released a little dragon's power, and the unique dragon's power suddenly made the old white dragon tremble.
"I'm Garen."
Garen's voice spread slowly.
Before the old white dragon could react, he saw Garen disappear in an instant, and there was only a slowly fading afterimage in place.
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The whistling wind echoed in Garen's ears.
He has turned into a dragon body, overlooking the original White Dragon Clan below. Weak white dragons form a patrol team, flying around the snow peak, in the middle of the snow peak, the young dragons are howling under the training of the instructor.
The few strong adult dragons that were left were about to fly out, but they seemed to have spotted this white dragon that he had never seen before, and immediately turned to fly towards him.
"Are you...?" A white dragon could vaguely see a vaguely familiar face.
"Garon!??" He yelled violently. "You are Kanon!!?"
His voice immediately resounded through the entire Bailongxue Peak, stirring up long echoes one after another.
The entire White Dragon Snow Peak was quiet at first, and then boiled instantly. For the Dragon Clan, just a few decades is not a long time. And Garen seemed to have left not long ago.
The remaining white dragons flew out one after another, and surrounded Garen in the air.
He was suspended in the air, looking around at the white dragons, there were only a dozen adult white dragons left, the rest were old dragons and young dragons, and these adult dragons were even just grown up.
The entire clan has actually weakened to this point.
"Garon, you are finally back! The clan has hope!"
"You are the last hope of the clan! Elders, all the elders..." A young dragon who was still a young dragon wept softly.
After all, the dragon grew up from the clan, so he still has a lot of affection for the clan.
And most of the adult white dragons formed temporarily have already died in battle.
Garen looked around, but he didn't see many acquaintances.
"Where are they?" He asked in a low voice.
"Brother Garong!"
A few young dragons flew over, and a space was given up by the surrounding white dragons. It was Saer and the others.
They have also grown up a lot, and they seem to have matured a lot, and maybe they will become young dragons in a little while.
"You're finally back." Suddenly an old voice came from outside the dragon group.
The white dragons immediately quieted down and made way for a passage.
An old dragon that was so old and wrinkled all over 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 powerhouse would age like this in just twenty or thirty years. It can be seen that the third elder is not far from death, his life is about to be exhausted, and it 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 already dimmed at this moment.
"It's good that you come back." The third elder looked at Garen with some kind of complicated sustenance in his eyes, which was a kind of deep gratitude.
"My only ideal, dream, and wish is to establish a tribe that allows all white dragons to live in peace. At the beginning, they opposed it and were imprisoned by me. Now, my strength has been exhausted. Unfortunately, this ideal may no longer be possible. We are here." The third elder said tremblingly, "Leiman has defected. Our only hope is you."
He stretched out his claws 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 go to pick up the scepter, but stared at the third elder. He had already begun to exude the dead spirit of his soul, which was the result of excessive consumption of soul. Obviously, in the previous war, he released something that was enough to make him He consumes the great power of the soul.
In any case, when he was in the clan, he actually had a vague feeling that Lehman might be the leader of the world at this stage, the center of all destiny.
Leaving the clan is inevitable, but with the clan so weak, he has no intention of coming back.
"Don't you want to?" The third elder smiled wryly, "Yes, it's easy for me to leave, but you are forced to pick up this mess. It's me who went too far...it's me"
"I don't accept the scepter of God, it just means that I don't accept the belief in Tiamat." Gallon said in a deep voice.
He reached out his hand sharply 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 expression of the third elder, and the group of white dragons who were even more silent around him.
At this moment, Garen suddenly raised his scepter for the desperate Bailong clan.
"From today, I am the clan leader, who has any objection?"
No one had any voice, and the slightly stronger 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, under an abandoned church in the distant Central Empire.
A deep black shadow emerged from the ground and slowly penetrated into Lehman's mouth, eyes, ears and nose.
Lehman's dragon body vibrated violently, but his eyes were distorted, painful, and unwilling. But always try to persist.
"Follow the ancient will to realize your final wish." Countless voices spoke in his mind in countless languages.
Lehman's dragon body was rapidly turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye. It wasn't black like a black dragon, but a black that couldn't even see a little luster.
The fate of the world has gradually given birth to different sustenance.
And in dozens of other places, black shadows frantically invaded the bodies of different creatures.
In the same way, from the cracks in the void all over the world, the true spirit demon masters slowly stepped out one by one, and the invisible and transparent force of cause and effect slowly entangled and gathered on them. .
(end of this chapter)