"I'll consider it." Gus nodded slightly. With a swoosh, he actually disappeared instantly.
The body that contained a huge energy wave just now was just a projection!
Garon's heart trembled slightly. He already understood what the two of them were talking about.
A sense of displeasure arose in his heart. Although he was not against signing an Eternal Contract with a peak powerhouse, he was not against it. However, even if he was not against it, he would still be the peak existence sooner or later. He did not care about this Eternal Contract to help him improve.
Moreover, this contract actually required him to give half of his life to another person for no reason!
Displeasure rose in his heart towards the Third Elder's self-assertion.
"Garon, come here." The Third Elder's voice was heard. Garon raised his head and saw the Elder looking at him with a gentle gaze.
He lifted his leg and walked slowly to the Elder, standing at the position where the person was standing just now.
"The Elder has summoned me. What instructions do you have?" He asked respectfully.
The Third Elder sized up Garon from head to toe. His powerful gaze seemed to be able to see through Garon.
"You must have heard what I said just now?"
Garon hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"Yes, is it about the Eternal Contract?"
"It's good that you understand." The Third Elder turned around and took out a black leather book from the huge bookshelf behind him. To a human, the book was about the size of a bathtub when flipped open. However, to the dragon race, it was a small book.
He flipped open the book. The pages of the book flipped and automatically jumped to one of the pages in the middle.
"King Gus is the most powerful existence in the Deladia Empire. He is the Thunderbolt King who has mastered the power of thunder. One step further and he will be a demigod existence. He is very ambitious, so he hopes to find a dragon race to sign an Eternal Contract with him to extend his life to the limit. Every dragon race is within his scope of choice. Among our clan, I recommend you. "
Garen didn't say anything.
"You have to understand that the Thunderbolt King is the true peak existence. Some people speculate that his strength has reached the peak of the material realm, reaching the theoretical level of Level Fifteen. Once he chooses you, then your value and your strength will increase explosively. "The Third Elder tempted.
"Level 15?" Garon was slightly taken aback. "Isn't level 9 the peak?"
"Level 9 is the pinnacle of the profession. There is no path after that. Only by walking a path that belongs to oneself can one continue to move forward. In theory, as long as one breaks through Level 15 and reaches Level 16, one can become a demigod. King Gus is just one step away, but his lifespan is running out …" The Third Elder smiled.
"Then what's the difference between a Level Nine professional and an existence beyond Level Nine?" Garon did not answer whether he was willing or not. Instead, he asked about other things.
"Difference?" The Third Elder pondered for a moment before answering seriously. "There isn't much of a difference. The nine levels are for spells. In fact, the gap between the corresponding levels is very large, and a level nine professional is already the peak of living creatures. "After leveling up, the most powerful spells will be at the 9th Tier, but there will be a huge difference in the restrictions, endurance, number, type, strengthening, and so on."
He turned a page of the book and continued.
"Just like a Level Nine who can only use one Level Nine spell and has to chant it, and an existence who can have five Level Nine spell slots in a day and can also cast it instantly. Who do you think is stronger and who is weaker?"
"Understood …" Garon roughly understood the division and continued to be silent.
"Then, about the eternal contract, what are your wishes?" The Third Elder asked gently.
Garon frowned and replied carefully without batting an eyelid.
"If King Thunderclap is willing, I naturally have no objections. Such a good opportunity is hard to come by. " He could not have any objections. Obviously, this plan was fought for by the Third Elder. If he still did not appreciate it, he would be unappreciative. Facing a terrifying existence comparable to a Level Ten, he did not even have the confidence to escape from his soul.
They were not on the same level at all.
After Level Six, each level was like the difference between heaven and earth. It was equivalent to the difference between the powers of spells.
"That's good." The Third Elder smiled. The faint hint of threat also faded away. "Practice well. Once there is news about this, I will inform you."
"Thank you very much, Elder." Garon lowered his head. The Third Elder was an old dragon who had lived for at least thousands or even tens of thousands of years. His rich experience was definitely not someone he could easily deceive. Hence, he definitely could not show even the slightest bit of reluctance.
"Very well, you can go back first. I will summon you if there is anything. Also, remember to be prepared. The border war is about to begin. You will also be summoned. In the next ten years, be prepared for battle at all times. "
"Understood."
Garon put down his gift and turned to leave politely. Only then did he go down and walk out of the cave.
"Oh, right. If you really don't like the matter of Boris and those two little fellows, I will ask Wylow to pay attention to it. "The Elder said casually.
"Thank you very much, Elder!" Garon turned around and bowed again. He finally received a satisfactory answer.
Obviously, the Third Elder had said these words to his face. With his status and position, paying attention to such a small matter was naturally telling Garon clearly that he was giving him face. He wanted him to know how to be grateful.
Otherwise, with his status as an Elder, he would not pay attention to such trivial matters at all.
After leaving the Elder's cave, Garon passed through the corridor guarded by the Dragon Guards. He realized that the weakest of these guards were Level Seven existences. Adult White Dragons were usually Level Six. The Level Seven White Dragons here were obviously carefully cultivated and strengthened.
After leaving the cave, he flapped his wings and flew up from the cave entrance. He swooped down along the outer side of the snowy peak.
The middle of this snowy peak was the Dragon Whelp Training Center that he had attended before. Just as he flew here, he heard a burst of cold laughter.
"Beat him! Cripple him! As long as you don't beat him to death, I will take responsibility for everything! "It was Wylow's voice.
Garon looked towards the direction of the voice. Immediately, he saw a few Dragon Whelps surrounding a Dragon Whelp at the entrance of the canyon where the Dragon Whelp Combat Training Center was. They were punching and kicking a Dragon Whelp. Occasionally, they would use their tails to whip it mercilessly.
Wylow stood at the periphery and scolded loudly.
Garon frowned slightly. He looked carefully at the Dragon Whelp that was being bullied. It was Boris.
The sound of kicking and hitting could be heard continuously. The Dragon Whelps laughed mischievously and hit Boris with all their strength.
Garon swooped down immediately.
Bang!
He landed heavily behind the group of Dragon Whelps. He landed heavily on the ground, causing the snowflakes on the ground to scatter everywhere.
The commotion immediately attracted the attention of Wylow and the other Dragon Whelps.
"Oh, it's Garon?" He said with a fake smile. Looking at Garen who was obviously taller than him by more than a head, he felt a little guilty. However, he immediately remembered that he was a White Dragon who had signed an Eternal Contract with the Prince. His identity was no longer the same as before. Instantly, he felt more confident.
"Why? You suddenly want to come back to the Dragon Whelp Class to see everyone? "He tried to make conversation.
"What are you all doing?" said Garon coldly. "Did all of you turn a deaf ear to what I said last time?" He had just been oppressed by the Third Elder. Now, he did not like Wylow no matter how he looked at him.
"Nothing much? Hehe, I just gave Boris some pointers on his combat skills. "Wylow glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. "Garon, this is none of your business. I have already given Leona to you. Don't be ungrateful."
"Ungrateful?" Garon chuckled. "For the sake of the Elder, I'll give you three seconds to leave."
Wylow was stunned. He seemed to think that he had heard wrongly. Garon actually dared to say such things to him?
"What did you … say just now? Three seconds? "
"One."
"Garon, don't think that I'm afraid of you."
Wylow's expression instantly turned gloomy. A few strong Dragon Whelps surrounded Garon under his signal. The Dragon Guards who were patrolling the surroundings also noticed that something was amiss and flew over. It was obvious that they were paying attention to Wylow's safety at all times. It seemed that the Third Elder really favored Wylow.
"Two."
However, all of these were not enough to make Garon afraid. As someone who could possibly sign a contract with King Thunderclap, even the Third Elder had to consider his attitude toward the Elder in case the contract was successful in the future. When that time came, he would become the key existence that could influence King Thunderclap's attitude.
However, Wylow did not know about these. He was certain that he had signed an Eternal Contract with the Prince of Deladia. Garon would definitely not dare to do anything to him!
Moreover, there were so many protectors around him. Even if Garon could fight, what could he do?
"Garon, don't bother about me!" Boris, who was being beaten, roared stubbornly. "Who asked you to bother about me!!? Leave by yourself! Leave!! "One of his eyes was so swollen that he could not open it. Looking at Garon, his gaze was faintly filled with anxiety.
Bang bang!
Two patrolling Adult White Dragons landed behind Garon and surrounded him.
"Garon, don't be agitated. Wylow is the Elder's closest grandson after all," said one of the White Dragons in a low voice.
Garon turned around and glanced at the two White Dragons. Then, he looked at Boris who was covered in injuries and was almost beaten into a cripple. A hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.
"I advise you to stay out of this matter."
The implicit threat in his words immediately angered the two Adult White Dragons. They did not expect this genius White Dragon whose reputation had spread far and wide to be so arrogant!
No matter how much of a genius he was, he was still only a Dragon Whelp. He actually dared to threaten the Adult White Dragons. He simply did not know the immensity of heaven and earth!
The commotion here had attracted the attention of the other Dragon Whelps who were in class. Some of the Dragon Whelps ran out one after another. Among them was an instructor who walked out. It was the instructor who had taught Garon before. When he saw this situation, he wanted to stop it but it was too late.
"Garon, I gave you face last time," said Wylow coldly. "I heard that you have three siblings, right? Looks like I'll have to take good care of them … "
"Three," said Garon in the end.
The entire place quieted down.
The two White Dragons tensed up and stared at Garon. Two Level Six Draconic Auras instantly oppressed Garon's body.
Garon looked around.
Rumble!!!
He violently exploded a huge cloud of snowflakes. His entire dragon body grew several meters in length. The muscles all over his body surged and condensed like water. Level Six Draconic Auras could not suppress him at all! Garon's entire body seemed to have expanded to twice its original size in an instant.
The two Adult White Dragons pounced forward in an attempt to hold Garon down. However, as soon as they came into contact, they were pushed aside by Garon from the left and the right.
Bam! Bam! With two hits, the two Adult White Dragons were sent flying by him as if they were trash. They crashed heavily into the ice wall beside them.
Bam!
Garon grabbed Wylow who was scared out of his wits with his claws. He grabbed his neck and hung him in mid-air.
After his body expanded, he was almost as big as an Adult White Dragon. The scales all over his body glowed with a cold pale luster.
Psst!
A scorching ray shot out from the hands of an Adult White Dragon Guard beside him. It was obvious that another Dragon Guard had rushed over and attacked.
"Put him down! Garon! "
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