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Next to the Hall of Blazing Flames, the ruins of Constantine's dormitory have been completely eradicated, and it was expected that it would take decades to rebuild a palace here, but the reconstruction work was halted by Rosenlega before it could begin.

The new director of the Fire Sacred Academy probably wanted to wipe all the traces left by Konstantin, so the original location of the Sun Palace was now only a circular terrace.

The milky white jade transported from the bottom of the Sacred Courtyard Mountain paved the open-air ground, and most of the arc on the outside of the mountain was the railing of the Red Flame Stone Siege, and each railing was carved with the image of a fire-type demonic beast, red as if it were dripping blood in the sun.

Beyond the fence of the terrace is a cliff thousands of meters high, and even the Helians who have long been accustomed to living on the clouds will unconsciously take a few steps back as soon as they get close to the fence.

Sandwiched between the strange buildings on the top of the hill, this terrace is somewhat out of place, but it is also remarkable because of its enormity.

At this time, the setting sun was slanting on the terrace, dyeing Rosenlega's full white hair a faint warm yellow, and the wrinkles on his face were particularly prominent.

Since taking charge of the Fire Sanctuary for a year, Rosenlega's temperament has gradually changed, and his usual calm eyes have taken on a sense of non-anger and self-authority at this moment.

This change was clearly visible even to Kraft, who was standing beside him.

As the sun slowly fell, the shadows of the two dragged longer and longer on the terrace floor, and then climbed up to the Blazing Temple, which was also dyed golden by the setting sun.

The huge shadows of the two Liga rulers cast on the Blazing Flame Temple, and the scene was like an obscure metaphor.

After a while, the sun sets, the sky darkens, the stars begin to appear, and the magic lights that surround the terrace begin to light up.

In the field of vision, the shadows of the mountains are like black sails rising from the sea of clouds.

Rosenlega's slightly hoarse voice rang out in the night.

"What do you think of John Smith?" he asked.

"It's ......not easy," Kraft had been waiting for the question, so he had already prepared the answer, and without waiting for his grandfather to continue asking, he went straight down: "Satin said that when this child first appeared in front of him, he was extremely lonely, and Satin was misled by him. However, the big exam of the Fifth Academy should have been bumped into by him, and the news collected from the lower house, he didn't seem to take the big exam to heart at all. ”

"Hmm...... What did Shaida say?" Rosen asked again.

"This child's performance in the Blazing Hall is, as you might expect, the same thing Shaida described to him when he was on the Washing Star Peak...... But it's rare for him to have the concentration and strain......" Kraft replied.

"You don't think you said that a year ago?" Rosen turned his head to look at Kraft, his eyes visibly reproachful.

"I didn't think he would be from Middle-earth, and now it seems that I made a mistake not to marry Shaida to him......" Kraft shook his head.

Hearing this, Rosen snorted coldly.

Kraft was slightly stunned and puzzled: "Grandfather, what do you mean......"

"In the face of absolute power, no matter how exquisite the plan is, it will be crushed, he tosses and turns, not first became our pawn, and then became the subordinate prisoner of the female devil, Qiga Mountain can give him safety, but can't give him real strength. Rosen showed a hint of disdain.

"You're saying his magical achievements are limited?" said Kraft with a frown.

"That's right, this person has dabbled too much, he doesn't know how to specialize, besides, Sandru doesn't believe in people with foreign surnames, for so many years in the Qiga Mountain, except for the dragon rider himself, not to mention the legendary mage, not even the twelfth level mage......" Lawson subconsciously lowered his voice when he said Sandru's name.

"You're right......" Kraft nodded.

At this moment, a white-robed mage ran up to the terrace in a panic......

......

Mount Chiga.

As evening approached, the City of Dragons was still a busy scene, with smoke rising from all over the city.

The terrifying dragon was soaring overhead, flapping its wings occasionally, making a thumping sound as if something was pounding on the mountain.

After flying twice, the dragon returned to its nest in a state of interest. It stands ostentatiously at the mouth of its own cave, spreading its wings to the maximum, overlooking the city beneath its feet.

However, the people of the city have long been accustomed to its huge body, and no one makes a fuss.

The dragon was disappointed, and it let out a breath of heat from its nose like a sigh, and then fell to the ground, its long neck resting on the platform at the head of the cave, its eyes open and closed. This boring look is like an old war horse that feels sorry for himself because he was not taken to the battlefield by his master.

Above the dragon's head, near the winter snow line, is lower than most of the year.

Above the snow line, the entire summit is covered in snow, with the exception of the Chiga Mountain Lookout Station, which is facing the south.

From the top of the mountain, the lookout station looks like a small black dot, and if the weather is bad, it won't even be visible.

Inside the lookout station, a red-haired mage was wearing a thick gray robe, but he was still shivering, and the breath coming out of his mouth instantly condensed mist in the air.

"Can't you make this place warmer......" he grumbled, stomping his foot regularly, "or at least a different fire mage." ”

A large unkempt head suddenly emerged from a large mass of animal hair not far from him: "You are really verbose, didn't you already tell you, lighting a fire here will melt the ice and snow into a hole, and if you don't make it well, it will avalanche......"

"But there's always a way to think of it, right? If you stay like this for half a year, you can only eat some cold food every day, and you have to die here. The red-haired mage then complained.

"I've been here for five months, do you think I'm dead?" asked the fluffy head.

The red-haired mage glanced at it and said, "I don't look like you like a living person......

The fluffy head snorted, and still burrowed back into his pile of hides, only his eyes exposed.

"Seriously, I think there are a lot of ways to make it a little better here...... For example, make a water system circle along the outside of this lookout station, so that no matter how warm it is inside, the snow will not melt outside, or make the lookout station lower until the snow line is enough, or make a platform that protrudes out of the mountain, which is safer...... Hey, I said, did you hear that?" the red-haired mage kept talking, as if he couldn't withstand the cold.

"Do you think this is useful?" replied in a muffled voice from the pile of hides.

"You have to think about it, I still have to take half a year here, half a year...... Half a year...... I suspect that by the time I get below the snow line, it will shrink in half...... Hey, are you listening to me......"

This time the hides did not react.

"You can't be asleep, are you?" asked the red-haired mage.

"Beast...... "The sound of the fluffy head in the pile ......of animal skins is a little weird.

"What are you talking about? Did you listen to me?"

With a hula, the whole pile of animal skins was scattered, and the fluffy head of the same gray robe pointed to the south and shouted: "Beast tide!

The red-haired mage turned his head in horror, and through the starlight above him, he saw countless black shadows appear on the southern horizon.

The shadow stretched far and wide, occupying the entire horizon, like a flood that swept in at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A few seconds later, the warning of the beast tide resounded through the dragon city.

Immediately afterwards, the news spread to the entire territory of the Magic Continent through the sound transmission array, announcing that the beast tide that had been separated by seventy-nine years had finally arrived again.

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