The old man's body was huge. He was more than five meters tall and looked like an enlarged version of an ordinary old man. He wore a green druid robe with the symbol of a golden moon and a silver star on it. There was also a circle of white wheat, indicating that he was a big druid above level ten.
The druid's aura was hidden very well. Garon could not tell what level he was.
However, he was at least a level ten existence.
After the two of them sat facing each other, the old man looked at Garon and said slowly.
"There's no need to sense it. I'm in the village now, and all my power has merged with the village's protective magic circle. Here, I'm the entire magic circle. This magic circle has the power of a Level-15 magic circle. Although my spiritual power isn't enough to control such a great power, it should be able to reach Level-14."
He smiled.
"Moreover, how can everything in this world be explained by a mere division of levels?"
"That's true." Garen nodded approvingly. He picked up the cup of dark green tea that was prepared for him and poured it into his mouth gently. Instantly, a sweet, honey-like aroma filled his mouth. It brought along the fragrance of many different flowers, making him unable to help but relax and become intoxicated.
"I collected more than three thousand different flower pollen and brewed it into rare honey. It takes a year to make a cup of it like this," the old elf explained. "It can dissolve the strong Abyss aura on your body."
Garon's heart skipped a beat.
"You saw through me."
Indeed, as the old elf said, it was impossible to distinguish the specific level of strength based on the division of levels. Sometimes, it was not impossible for opponents who were a few levels lower to make a big comeback. After all, strength was only one kind of power. There were also strategies, schemes, strategies, tactics, traps, and so on. They were all part of power.
"I've been friends with the third elder of your clan for many years. Although that guy is ambitious and wants to leave White Dragon Mountain and bring the White Dragon Clan to greater heights, in recent years, especially after you were expelled, your clan's situation has been deteriorating," the elf elder said in a low voice.
"What kind of pressure or enemy?" Garon raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.
"Enemy." The elder shook his head. "Right, you can call me Green Beard."
"You can also call me Garon," Garon said politely.
"Alright, Garon." Green Beard continued, "In the Ten Thousand Dragon War five years ago, the Deladia Empire and the Dark Elves had a decisive battle. Both sides had invested almost all of their military forces. Naturally, the White Dragon Clan had also invested a large number of young and strong men. And the end result was … "
"Defeated?" Garon frowned.
"Yes. A crushing defeat. "Green Beard nodded, a trace of melancholy appearing on his face.
"A crushing defeat … As far as I know, the strength of the Empire should far surpass that of the Dark Elves, right?" Garon was puzzled.
"Of course. Emperor Gus had reached the threshold of level-15, and he was even more arrogant. With the Anti-Calamity Dragon Spear, he was basically unstoppable." Green Beard sighed. "However, an unexpected variable appeared."
"Variable?"
"The Void Fissure. A large number of Void Fissure gushed out from the rear, and countless Void Creatures rushed out. The Empire's army was caught in a pincer attack from both sides, and suffered a crushing defeat. One of the tyrannical creatures even knew our language. He called himself the Demon Hunter Demon Master, and was not someone Emperor Gus could fight against. In the Ten Thousand Dragon War, he captured a large number of participating Dragon Clans, slaughtered, plundered, and even enslaved them. Although I don't know why he spared a portion of the White Dragon Clan, the White Dragons had also suffered heavy casualties in the previous Ten Thousand Dragon War with the Dark Elves."
"Demon Master?" Garon smiled bitterly. He did not expect to return to his own world after so many twists and turns. Sparing the White Dragon Clan was obviously because this Demon Hunter Demon Master knew some inside information. Perhaps he was acquainted with the Deception Demon Master, or perhaps his reputation as a healer had spread far and wide, or perhaps there were other reasons. In any case, the other party had given him face.
"Looks like you know something." Green Beard keenly noticed Garon's abnormality.
"Forget it, I'll go back personally and see for myself." Garon stood up.
"That's good too. My Teleportation Formation here is directly connected to your clan. You can go back and ask for yourself. Actually … "Green Beard wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, he did not open his mouth.
Garon glanced at him.
"Thank you very much."
"No need. I hope you can integrate the current clan well." Green Beard shook his head.
Leaving the bamboo house, Garon was led by an Elf man towards the Teleportation Formation.
Along the way, there were many Elves who came to watch him. Men, women, old, and young, all looked at him with friendly eyes. It was obvious that the White Dragon Clan had left a good impression on them.
Garon even met a small group of human adventurers who were invited in for tea. Each of them were closely monitored like prisoners. Looking at the difference in treatment Garon received, this group of people was obviously unhappy.
Garon stood on the Teleportation Formation. Suddenly, a layer of hazy green light shone and covered every part of his body.
The green color in front of his eyes flowed and lasted for a few seconds. Then, the green color dispersed and there was a pure white ice wall in front of him. He was in a small ice cave and there was an old White Dragon that seemed to be disabled guarding the side. He opened his old and blurry dragon eyes and looked at Garen carefully.
"You are?" This Teleportation Formation could only be used by creatures who were approved by the Elf Elders. Therefore, he did not show any hostility.
"Has the tribe reached such a stage?" Garon did not answer his question. Instead, he looked at him in shock.
To think that a crippled old White Dragon would be sent to guard such an important teleportation array.
He released a little bit of Draconic Aura. Suddenly, the unique Draconic Aura made the old White Dragon tremble.
"I'm Garon."
Garon's voice slowly spread.
Before the Old White Dragon could react, he saw Garen disappear in an instant, leaving only a fading afterimage on the spot.
*****
The sound of the wind whistling past Garen's ears echoed in his ears.
He had already turned into his dragon form and looked down at the original White Dragon Clan. Weak White Dragons formed a patrol team and flew around the snowy peak. In the middle of the snowy peak, the Dragon Whelps were groaning under the training of their instructors.
A few strong Adult Dragons were about to fly out. They seemed to have noticed this White Dragon that they had never seen before. They immediately turned around and flew toward him.
"You are …?" One of the White Dragons could still vaguely see a familiar face.
"Garon!!??" he suddenly shouted. "You are Garon!!?"
His voice suddenly echoed throughout the entire White Dragon Snowy Peak. It stirred up a long echo.
The entire White Dragon Snowy Peak was silent at first. Then, it instantly became lively. For the Dragon Clan, a few decades was not a long time. However, Garon seemed to have just left not long ago.
One by one, the remaining White Dragons flew out and surrounded Garon in the air.
He hovered in the air and looked at the White Dragons around him. There were only a dozen or so Adult White Dragons left. The rest were all Old Dragons and Dragon Whelps. These Adult White Dragons had even just reached adulthood.
The entire clan had actually weakened to this extent.
"Garon, you are finally back! There is hope for the clan! "
"You are the last hope of the clan! The elders, the elders are all … "A Young Dragon who was still a Dragon Whelp cried softly.
After all, he was a dragon who grew up in the clan. He still had feelings for the clan.
Most of the Adult White Dragons that were temporarily formed had already died in battle.
Garon looked around and did not see many familiar faces.
"Where are Satwo, Sathree, and Safour?" he asked softly.
"Brother Garon!"
A few Dragon Whelps flew over. The surrounding White Dragons made way for them. It was Satwo and the others.
They had all grown up and looked much more mature. Perhaps they would become Young Dragons after some time.
"You are finally back." Suddenly, an old voice came from the periphery of the dragons.
The White Dragons immediately quieted down and made a path.
An Old Dragon who was so old that his body was full of wrinkles flew in slowly.
Although he was so old, Garon still vaguely recognized his identity.
"Third Elder …" He did not expect that in just twenty or thirty years, this Level Nine Peak Powerhouse would age to this extent. It was obvious that Third Elder was not far from death … His life was about to be exhausted and he was about to reach the end.
Third Elder was still holding the Scepter of Tiamat in his hand. It represented the majesty of God. However, at this moment, it had already dimmed.
"It is good that you are back …" Third Elder looked at Garon. There was some kind of complicated hope in his eyes. It was a kind of deep rejoicing.
"My only dream, dream, wish, is to build a tribe where all White Dragons can live in peace … At first, they were all against it and were imprisoned by me. Now, my power has been exhausted. Unfortunately, this dream may never come true …" Third Elder said while trembling. "Reyman betrayed us … Our only hope is you …"
He reached out his claws and handed the scepter to Garon.
"I have been waiting for you … The prophecy told me that you will definitely come back."
Garon did not take the scepter. Instead, he stared at Third Elder. At this moment, he had begun to emit the Death Aura of his soul. It was the result of over-exhausting his soul. It was obvious that in the previous war, he had released some kind of great power that was enough to exhaust his soul.
No matter what, when he was in the clan, he had a vague feeling that Reyman might be the son of the world at this stage, the center of all fate.
Leaving the clan was inevitable. However, in the current situation where the clan was so weak, he had no intention of coming back.
"You … don't want to?" Third Elder laughed bitterly. "Well, it's easy for me to leave, but you are forced to take over this mess … I went overboard … I …"
"I don't accept the God's Scepter. It just means that I don't accept Tiamat's faith," Garon said in a deep voice.
He reached out his hand and grabbed the scepter.
Poof!
The crystal ball at the top of the scepter that represented Tiamat was crushed by him.
"I am me, Tiamat is Tiamat," Garon looked at Third Elder's shocked expression and the group of White Dragons who were even more silent.
At this moment, the White Dragon Clan that was at the end of its rope, Garon suddenly raised the scepter.
"From today onwards, I am the leader of the clan. Does anyone have any objections?"
No one made a sound. The slightly stronger White Dragons had all left and abandoned the clan.
For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind and snow.
*****
At the same time, under an abandoned church in the distant Central Empire.
A dark shadow emerged from the ground and slowly seeped into Reyman's mouth, eyes, ears, and nose.
Reyman's dragon body trembled violently. However, his eyes released a distorted, painful, and unwilling expression. However, he still tried his best to persevere.
"Follow the ancient will … Only then can you fulfill your final wish …" Countless voices were narrating in his mind in countless languages.
Reyman's dragon body was rapidly turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was not the black of a Black Dragon. Instead, it was a black that did not have any luster at all.
The fate of the world was gradually giving birth to different entrusted beings.
Meanwhile, in dozens of other places, black shadows were madly invading the bodies of different living beings.
Similarly, in various Void Cracks in the world, True Spirits and Devil Masters slowly walked out. The invisible and transparent power of karma slowly entangled and gathered on their bodies.
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