Far above the clouds, beyond the reach of even birds, lies a city built on a huge floating island, protected by powerful ancient magic. The name of the city is "Angshel", which is taken from the legendary word of the gods, which means "the first city".

A city built in such a secluded place and protected by powerful magic would normally be quite magnificent, but there is not a single decent building in sight of the city, only scattered rocks and mosses clinging to it. The reason why this is the case is because there was a terrible war here thousands of years ago that later generations called the "Final War". Crystal-like and transparently shaped like a bryophyte that glows yellow-green fluorescent would have been thought to be some kind of magical plant by anyone who looks at it, but its original appearance is just ordinary moss, and the reason why it has become what it is now is because the surrounding environment is filled with an astonishing density of magic, and the amazing magic unleashed by that war still haunts the city even after thousands of years. Such a strong magic force will corrode the body of ordinary creatures, and if you don't have enough strength to resist it, your body will be petrified. Indeed, the city is full of strangely shaped rocks, which used to be humans, elves, orcs and monsters, but now they are part of the city, watching the world change with the eyes of the rocks.

Even in such a time-cursed city, there are still inhabitants, which is why it is called a city rather than a ruin or ruin. They are the only creatures that can survive such a high density of magic, and they are called dragons!

So "Angshel" has another well-known name, and that is - "City of Dragons"!

Although it is a dragon city, not all dragons can enter and exit freely, if there is no self-knowledge, the dragon with low ability will also be corrupted by magic when entering here, so the dragons who can live here are all absolute powerhouses who have experienced a long time and have huge magical power.

There was a regular sound of tapping in the empty rocky square, the sound of the bottom of a staff hitting the ground, and with it appeared a thin old man, with pale hair and deep wrinkles, showing that he had lived a long time unimaginably long for ordinary people.

Dressed in a simple gray-and-white robe, the old man with a wooden staff in his hand still walked calmly in the face of the terrifying gaze of several dragons around him, as if he was walking in his own back garden.

In contrast, the faces of the dragons around them showed a slight fear on their faces, and they flapped their huge wings like a curtain and retreated to make way for the old man. Of course, the old man is not an ordinary person, from the fact that he is twice as long as a human, with sharp knife-like ears and eyes shining with white light, it can be seen that the old man's race is a high elf. In fact, the old man's name was Aviri Noldor Louisinn, and the elves called him a prophet or the Holy Spirit, while the humans gave him a more intuitive name, the Elven King.

The Elven King stopped in front of a sleeping blue dragon and said in a funny tone inappropriate to his identity, "How long will you sleep this great lizard?" ”

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and the dragon slowly opened its dark blue eyes, perhaps the word dragon could no longer be used to describe its body, and the elf king stood in front of it like an ant standing in front of a human.

"Dragons and lizards are two different races, I've explained to you countless times over the millennia, I thought you High Elves were a strict race," the dragon's face showed a unique smile when he saw a long-lost acquaintance, and the voice without the slightest complaint was transmitted to the other's mind through consciousness.

"Hahahaha, it seems to me that it's all the same," the Elf King let go of his staff and sat cross-legged on the ground, which stood straight in the air as if it was still being held.

"Hehehe, how dare you say that," the dragon let out a hearty laugh.

In this world, the only one who dares to compare his holy dragon king Bazamut with a lizard may be the old man in front of him.

"Vic Elm is dead," a simple sentence shrouded the otherwise cheerful atmosphere in a haze, and the Elven King touched his beard hanging down his waist and said calmly, but there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

"Killed?" Hearing the Elven King's words, the dragon showed the same expression as him.

"How is it possible, there should be no one else in this world who has the ability to defeat Vikel now except you, me, and the sealed demon god Mondbar, it should be a natural death, after all, it is a creature that has existed since that time."

"Isn't there that human imp, I think it's called Viyed or Asyid."

"It's Vesside, is the dragon's memory going to fade, it's really pitiful," the Elf King shook his head teasingly, "That little ghost is very powerful, but it is said that he is dead, and he was defeated by the dragon knights of the human country on the day of reincarnation, so it should have been last month." ”

"Even he is dead, but after all, after doing so many excessive things, it is inevitable that he will be resented," the dragon looked around and let out a sigh, even though it was a sigh, it shook the surrounding rocks like a hurricane, "There are fewer and fewer familiar faces, but Vic El is a monster and will be resurrected even if he dies." ”

"It's just that when it grows old enough to be called a monster again, I don't know how many years it will take, I'm afraid we won't see that time."

"I can't see you, old man, I'll live a long time," the dragon said in a defiant tone.

"Hmph, that's not necessarily, don't forget that you're older than me," the Elf King fought back, not to be outdone.

"Hahahaha, you came all the way here, shouldn't it be to discuss with me the question of who will die first?"

"It's just that I want to see my old friends when I have nothing to do, am I so unpopular?" The Elven King's tone looked a little angry.

"This ...... Not really, I just don't think you should come here for no reason," Although they are far superior to other species in terms of perception and physical ability, the dragons, who don't need much communication, can't recognize the emotional colors in the language, and can't tell whether the old man in front of him is really angry or just joking, the dragon frowned and explained.

"Just kidding, just kidding, it's been so many years, why is it still a stupid lizard." The Elven King burst out laughing.

"It's a dragon, not a lizard!" The dragon stubbornly corrected.

"Actually, there is indeed a very important matter this time," the Elven King's eyes became serious, "the demon god Mondbarr may be resurrected!" ”