"Habashur, you'd better not exaggerate. You know, I've come from another universe, and I've put some very important research on hold. ”

"That's right! We're all here for the history, magical knowledge, and technology of the Creator Race. ”

"As the first truly magical civilization in the Faeron Continent, only the Zaruk Witch is worthy of our attention."

"What's going on with that energy source gathering over the city? It seems to be being released? ”

"No, it's not just a release, it's already starting to have an impact on the temperature and environment of the entire Northland."

"Isn't this the prototype of the famous Eleven-Ring Spell [Marven's World Weaving] from the Nethrel era? I remember that this magic also had the effect of changing the temperature and even the environment by absorbing and releasing energy. ”

"Possibly. And this energy source is obviously very valuable for research. ”

So where should we start? Interrupt the other party's magical rituals first, or suppress the city first and capture all the ancient lizardmen who are resisting? ”

……

With the appearance of hundreds of legendary lichs of the Arcane Mystic Society, the scene immediately presented an atmosphere similar to that of an academic seminar.

It was as if in their eyes, the Queen of Mosara and her people, who had awakened from their slumber, had become fish on the chopping block to be slaughtered by themselves.

Especially General Taylor, who was still a little nervous, directly relaxed at this moment, and looked at the giant snake statue in the center of the city in the distance, and his eyes actually revealed a trace of sympathy.

Because he knew very well that in front of so many powerful legendary spellcasters, it didn't make much difference whether you were a creator race or an ancient people.

Even if these lichs are willing, they can directly turn the entire area of the city into a zone of dead magic temporarily.

At that time, except for the goddess of magic Midnight, the goddess of the night Shar, and the elven god Korelon, even if the incarnation of other gods comes, don't expect to use any magic and magic.

In the same way, the ongoing magical ritual will be interrupted.

Most importantly, as a member of the Empire's military hierarchy, General Taylor is well aware of how terrifying and unscrupulous the core members of the Arcane Secret Magic Society can be.

As long as Zuo Si has permission, he can even ignore the law and ethics and do some experiments that are quite explosive even in the eyes of the evil camp.

So in his eyes, from the moment this group of lichs arrived, the entire city had been sentenced to death.

What awaits those lizardfolk is a fate worse than death.

"Ahem-

Everyone, please be quiet.

I know you're interested in the Zaruk Witches and the ancient civilizations they created.

I'm actually just as excited and excited as you are.

But we still have a lot of problems to deal with.

This includes suppressing the energy source that emits light and heat overhead, preventing it from causing further devastating damage to the existing ecological environment of the entire Northland.

On top of that, capture as many ancient lizardfolk alive as you can, gain magical knowledge and techniques from books, buildings, and artifacts, and find out the truth about that lost history.

This is quite a complex and huge workload.

I think it's important to plan well to prevent unnecessary disruption. ”

Habaser Delin took the initiative to stand up and make an appeal to these colleagues, who were as loyal as himself to the left for the sake of knowledge.

Because as long as they enter the inner circle, there is basically no clear distinction between superiors and subordinates, and the lichs are equal in identity and status to each other.

This means that if you don't want to let them do anything, the best way is to divide and cooperate.

On the premise that all research results are shared, everyone is allowed to work in the field they do best.

Soon, hundreds of legendary lichs began to divide the city into districts as if no one was around, and then began to explore in groups of three or five, gathering anything they thought was valuable.

If you encounter an ambush by the lizardmen, you can simply throw a control spell over it, and then with the help of the forbidden army and summoned minions, you will all drag them all to a large building that has just been occupied and locked up.

In a few moments, the poor creatures were sent to the dissecting table to disembowel, and the skulls had already split open from the middle to reveal the brains and brains inside.

And in the process, the victim can clearly feel the outrageous extreme pain.

But under the influence of various potions and magic, it has become a luxury for them to even want to die quickly, and they can only watch these crazy people who they regard as "lowly slave races", discussing with great interest the differences in body structure and bloodline between ancient and modern lizardmen.

To prove his guess, a slightly stocky lich cut off an area of his brain near the nerve center.

And this directly led to the uncontrollable violent convulsions of an ancient lizardman's body, and finally he went completely insane because he couldn't bear the torture.

Bloody!

Cruel!

Cold!

There is no sympathy and no bottom line!

The madness of exploring the unknown, pursuing knowledge and truth made Erion Zhende, who had witnessed it for the first time, feel a chill to the bone.

Although he was not a victim lying on the dissecting table, he still had involuntary fear in his heart.

In his eyes, the lichs of the Arcane Society were far more insane than the lizardmen who claimed to be the creator race.

After all, the latter simply wants to restore the environment to a level suitable for their own survival, and it is understandable to do so from the other side's standpoint.

But the former shows contempt for all life.

"General, are you sure you just let them take over?" Arian Zhende cautiously probed.

General Taylor sneered and asked, "Or else?"

Do you think I have what it takes to stop hundreds of legendary lichs from doing what they want?

Not to mention stopping the increasingly hot energy source overhead, which only a powerful spellcaster can do.

All I have to do is cooperate with them in completing the tasks assigned to him by His Majesty the Emperor, and at the same time ensure that Neverwinter is not destroyed in this catastrophe.

And if I were you, I wouldn't have the slightest sympathy for the enemy.

Don't forget, these damn lizards are going to melt the great glaciers of the Far North and let the sea level rise flood all the coastal port cities.

They deserve to die 10,000 times for that alone. ”

Arian Zhende hung her head and sighed helplessly: "Alas, well, maybe you're right, I really shouldn't sympathize with these lizardmen, they all deserve it. ”

Hearing this, General Taylor immediately nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, it's best if you think like this."

Remember, the Empire is not as weak as the Nasir Lords, and it is merciless when it comes to its enemies.

Even if there were no such lichs, I would have ordered them to be driven out and not a single one of them would be left behind, even the children who could not resist.

For to be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

Moreover, the list of subjects that can be accepted by the empire has never included races such as lizardmen and snake people.

Unless His Majesty the Emperor changes his mind, we will kill as many as anyone who is not on the list as long as they dare to appear in the territory of the empire. ”

With the last word blurted out, General Taylor raised his leather boot and slammed a lizardman's egg to pieces, and the baby inside was trampled into a puddle of flesh and blood on the spot.

At this moment, Erion Zhende finally understood why monsters attacked towns and villages almost never happened in the regions directly ruled by the Southern Empire, and even near the road was extremely rare.

It's not that all the monsters in the mountains and forests have disappeared, but the tribes that dare to do so have basically been killed.

In order to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, the rest of the monster tribes can only continue to retreat to the wilderness far from civilization, and the lack of food will cause their numbers to continue to decrease, and eventually lose their threat altogether or simply disappear.

The greatest advantage of this seemingly ruthless and cruel policy is that it has expanded the reach of civilization, making previously unsafe places safer, many previously uncultivable lands can now be explored with confidence and boldness, and trade between towns and villages has become more and more frequent.

Thinking of this, Erion Zhende finally realized that he had recently read a new book describing the West Coast Empire.

"The root of the unprecedented prosperity and strength of the empire is the obedience of all subjects to the will of the emperor, and the crowding out of the living space of the inhabitants of the wild world in the process of expansion."

There is no doubt that an empire is never good, not even neutral, but a highly centralized government ruled by a tyrant.

The only difference is that Zuo Si, who has unlimited resources, does not need to be like other tyrants who constantly loot the wealth of the people to satisfy their own selfish desires and maintain an army strong enough to suppress any resistance.

When the vast amount of wealth is no longer satisfied with the selfish desires of the upper ruling class, but flows constantly in the middle and lower classes, the lives of the common people will naturally change for the better, and prosperity will follow.

Therefore, any form of economic problem is essentially the result of the unequal distribution of wealth at the social level.

Zuo Si used a very simple and crude method, that is, to make himself an existence above everything else, and to forcibly impose high taxes on the rich through overwhelming deterrence, and force families of more than a certain size to split up from within, so as to ensure that too powerful interest groups will never be formed.

Just as Irien Zhende gradually comprehended the deepest logic and essence of the empire, far away in the huge temple in the center of the city, the queen of the lizardmen, Mosara, had stopped guiding the power stone above her head and was walking restlessly in the center of the huge circle.

Because not long ago, she was violently disturbed by the outside world, and she couldn't enter the state of casting concentration at all.

To be exact, as soon as you control the power stone at the beginning, you will immediately feel a splitting headache.

As a powerful arcane spellcaster, Mosara knew very well that this must be the work of those invaders outside, but he had no good countermeasures, and could only hope for the assassin team he had sent out.

After about a few minutes, a bloodied male lizardman ran in from outside, knelt on the ground with a thud and reported in a trembling voice, "I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, we failed." ”

"What? Failed! Didn't I give you the treasure that was dedicated to the caster? Didn't it work? Mosara snapped.

"It did work, even disabling all the enemies around it. Can...... But even without magic, they easily killed everyone else in the group except me. ”

The male lizardmen trembled on the ground, not daring to raise their heads to meet the Queen's fierce and sharp eyes.

"Are you trying to tell me that you elite warriors and assassins failed to defeat a group of mages in hand-to-hand combat?"

Mosala's voice rose an octave so steeply that even the guards standing at the temple door could feel her irrepressible rage.

"Your Majesty, we can't be blamed for our incompetence.

It's that the enemies are just too strong.

The weapons in our hands simply cannot pierce the robes and skin of the other party.

But with the mere touch of them, our people become frozen, dried corpses. ”

The male lizardmen tried their best to defend themselves.

Unfortunately, Mosala, apparently not believing a word, dragged the unlucky man from the ground and dragged him to the statue of the serpent not far away, pulled out his dagger and plunged it directly into his neck, and then threw it into the deep pit full of bones below.

Moment!

The poor male lizardman screamed and fell, eventually dying when his ribs pierced through his body.

It is not difficult to see from the mountains of bones of the same kind that this is a place where cruel living sacrifices are held.

According to religious descriptions of the Zaruk Witches, this race is very keen on making human sacrifices to their god, the Cosmos Serpent.

In the early stages of civilization, their sacrifices were mainly to themselves, the Saruch Witch itself.

The chosen sacrifice is treated like royalty for a period of time, and can enjoy everything they can until the day of the sacred sacrifice comes.

Later, perhaps with the progress of their minds and morals, they began to gradually stop the barbaric behavior of sacrificing their own kind, and turned to the created lizardmen, snake people, and other scaly creeping creature slaves as sacrifices.

Some scholars even believe that the reason why the Saruch witches created these races was to allow them to become new sacrifices in their place.

Apparently, these lizardmen, who were suspected of usurping the name of the Witch of Saluk, also inherited this savage and cruel religious sacrifice, as evidenced by the mountain of bones in the pit beneath the altar.

After killing the useless waste, Mosara immediately asked his cronies not far away, "How long will those invaders kill here?" ”

The latter replied without thinking: "It will not be more than an hour at most, Your Majesty." Their army was very strong, even more powerful than we imagined, and there was no trace of the cowardice and humility of the slaves of the past. ”

"Damn! It is unthinkable that what was once a trivial slave has now become the biggest stumbling block to our plan for a resurgence. ”

As he said this, Mosala's tone revealed intense remorse and chagrin.

Knowing that something like this would happen, she would have killed all the slaves in her realm before she fell asleep.

"What now? Kick in our final hole cards to buy time? ”

The expression on the cronie's face instantly became extremely serious.

Mosara was obviously hesitant, but after weighing it again, he nodded: "Okay, let's start." The descendants of those slaves knew of our intentions, and now there was no way back but to gamble. ”

"As you wish!"

The cronie touched his chest with one hand and bowed deeply, then turned and walked out of the magnificent temple, standing in front of the statue of the serpent and activating the stone sundial.

In the twinkling of an eye!

A curtain of shimmering multicolored light envelops the area in the heart of the city.

All the steel raptors who broke into this area disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Seeing this, the surrounding companions immediately rushed in to rescue them, but they themselves disappeared after a flash of white light.

"What's going on? What's going on? ”

General Taylor, who saw this scene through the crystal ball, couldn't help but stand up and question.

Habather narrowed his eyes and carefully observed and cast a few prophetic spells before responding in a tone of uncertainty that "It feels like some kind of magical enchantment." ”

"Of course I know it's a magical enchantment. But what exactly does it do? Why did my soldiers all disappear when they entered? ”

General Taylor was clearly not satisfied with this answer.

"Wait a minute! I'm going to check it up close. ”

Habaser obviously knew that his answer was basically nonsense, so he immediately activated the teleportation magic and came to a place only a dozen meters away from the barrier.

At this moment, more than twenty lichs from the Arcane Secret Spell Society had arrived at the scene, and behind them were a hundred legions of spellcasters composed of mages and warlocks.

After a brief exchange, a high-level mage took the lead in chanting a spell, and at the edge of the barrier was a massive crack of the Nine Rings.

As the nemesis of all magic items and a wide range of spell effects, the Grand Crack can terminate, at least temporarily, magical enchantments and locks within a certain range.

However, what is strange is that when the Great Crack takes effect, the streamer curtain only flickered for a moment, but it did not collapse because of it.

This undoubtedly sparked the curiosity of all mages and warlocks at once.

Immediately after that, someone came forward and tried the anti-magic force field, the advanced magic dissolving ritual, etc., but the result was no different.

In the end, it was a change system that specialized in the lich that was the first to notice something, and immediately released the Nine Rings that he had prepared in advance.

Moment!

The originally inconspicuous light curtain was densely packed with hourglasses and clocks of different sizes.

Out of curiosity, he approached and gently touched one of them.

In the next second, the hourglass glowed with a blinding light and took on another view of the area on the surface.

I saw several steel velociraptor cavalry firmly bound in place by invulnerable golems and a team of lizardman mages, trying to read their thoughts and memories through magic.

Unfortunately, before they could get their hands on it, the Compleatized Steel Velocitor mount spewed black oil from its body and began to infect all living beings around it.

Even the golem, which was immune to magic and physical attacks from one to nine rings, fell to the ground and struggled and convulsed.

Judging from the outfit of the lizardmen, as well as the large number of human and dwarven slaves around, it is not difficult to tell that this is the ancient era when they had not fallen into a deep sleep tens of thousands of years ago.

Just as the lich was trying to gather more information, the effect of time stopping came to an end, and the whole person instantly withdrew from that wonderful state.

When everything was back to normal, he excitedly shouted, "I know!

These enchantments are not magical enchantments in the ordinary sense, but temporal enchantments.

All those who have been devoured and disappeared do not disappear, but return to some time in the past or in the future.

These lizardmen, who claim to be the creator race, have somehow mastered the ability to travel through time. ”

These words immediately caused an uproar among everyone present.

According to the records handed down from the time of Netheril, time travel has long been forbidden by the original Goddess of Magic, and even the legendary dragon time dragon cannot travel back in time or to the future in Toriel.

"Are you sure you read that right?"

Habaser's tone revealed an incomparable shock and disbelief.

"I swear by my own life box that there is absolutely no falsehood. If you don't believe me, you just need to pause and touch the enchantment to find out what's going on. ”

The Lich swears by his promises.

The voice has not fallen!

All of us today who have remembered the magic of time stopping have begun to chant incantations in unison, one by one entering the black-and-white torrent of time-accelerating, peering through the hourglass and clocks on the enchantment to see through the past and future fragments of the area.

As a result, when time stopped and all was over, the lichs, including Habashar, lost their ability to speak and stared at each other, not knowing how to express what they were seeing.

After all, time is inherently a very abstract thing.

Due to the prohibition of the original goddess of magic, the casters of the Faren continent did not study time in depth.

Not to mention time travel, even the real stopping of time requires legendary spells to achieve.

Moreover, there are no more than four mortals in the whole of Faeron who know and can cast this spell.

After about five or six minutes, everyone recovered from their brief shock, and Tyrantil was the first to question, "How on earth did they use the power of time to form a protective barrier?" Under normal circumstances, such a disturbance of time would inevitably alarm the goddess of magic, and then be banned from the root. ”

"Maybe it's some kind of powerful artifact effect from ancient times? Perhaps at that time, the original Goddess of Magic hadn't completely banned time travel, so the artifact could circumvent the existing rules? ”

The other lich voiced his guess in a tone of uncertainty that was not very clear.

"If they can travel time, why do they have to sleep for tens of thousands of years, why don't they just go back in time or go to a point in time where the future environment is suitable for their survival?"

Another lich objected.

All of a sudden, the core members of the Arcane Mystic Society expressed their opinions, and even quarreled over some opposing views.

While everyone was arguing about this time barrier, an octopus head with six tentacles suddenly appeared out of thin air, followed by a small dwarf Lori with a white double ponytail.

As soon as the former appeared, it immediately alerted the lichs.

Because this enhanced version of the Mind Flayer's Eater of Souls' psychic abilities is so powerful that the reality around the body is slightly distorted.

However, the Eater of Souls ignored the lich's reaction, and directly opened his mouth and said in lingua franca, "The magic items used by Queen Mosara for time travel are called Sundials and Time Crystals.

The former was created by a secret organization within the Witches of Saluk, who later created the famous Cosmos Serpent skin, now known as the Nethrel Scroll.

The Time Crystal is another powerful artifact.

No one knows exactly where it came from, and the only record is that a mysterious being who claimed to know the past, present, and future was casually discarded in front of the Mosala.

It was with these two things that she went from being a slave to a great monarch who led the ancient lizardmen to break through the shackles and build civilization.

While it is true that sundials and time crystals can achieve time travel to a certain extent without the perception of the goddess of magic, there are a number of strict rules that need to be followed.

For example, you can't bring anything from the past back to the present or the future, and for example, it only has an effect on the holder itself.

So Mosara can't travel through time to lead its people back in time or into the future.

Even she herself did not dare to go to the future easily.

Because that would mean having to give up everything you were carrying, even the time crystal in your hand.

The only thing Mosara can do is spy on future footage and then prepare ahead of time to wake up at a specific time and start her plans. ”

These words immediately blinded all the lichs, mages, and warlocks present.

Many people even think that this is completely fanciful, and there is no credibility at all.

Only Habasat frowned and asked, "Who are you?" Why do you know these secrets? ”

The Eater of Souls replied in an emotionless tone, "Me? My name is Ymir. But before I became what I am, I devoured the memory, personality, and soul of a man whose name was Margrim. ”

"What?!"

Habaser was stunned.

Because he knew that the name was the biggest person behind the Neverfell incident, except for the Queen of Mosara.

It's just that he got away with it when he ambushed Erebes, and he was caught by Zuo Si.

Then Margrim disappeared completely.

Habashar always thought that this guy had been disposed of, but he never expected that he would be sent to transform into a Soul Eater.

"You seem surprised?"

The self-proclaimed Imir Eater of Souls waved its tentacles and smiled creepily.

Habaser hurriedly shook his head, "No, I'm just a little surprised that Lord Soth would send a Eater of Souls to help. If you don't mind, can you tell us how we can break this time barrier? ”

"I'm sorry, but no one, including me, can do that.

Because in order to break an enchantment, you first need to find a sundial or time crystal.

But both of these things should be in the hands of the Queen of Mosala.

That is, in the temple on the other side of the barrier. ”

As he spoke, Ymir turned his gaze to the huge, ever-changing building on the other side of the light curtain.

"Doesn't that mean that we can only watch as the other party releases the power of the energy source and changes the climate and environment of the entire Northland and even the Faren Continent?"

There was a strong reluctance in Tyrantiel's tone.

Not only him, but the other core members of the Arcane Mystic Society also reacted similarly.

They have already been to other planes, planes and even universes, both their knowledge and vision have been completely opened, and they all think highly of themselves in their hearts, how can they accept such an incompetent and furious reality.

At this moment, Chromi, the bronze dragon who was following Ymir, finally spoke.

"No, of course not by the eyes. Don't you notice that something has been missing since the dark elves attacked Neverwinter Castle? ”

"What's missing?"

Tyrantiel first showed a puzzled expression, followed by an instant light in his eyes, and subconsciously called out a name.

"Albus Dumbledore! This guy hasn't been seen since Drow was exposed. ”

Chromie raised the corners of his mouth and raised his hand playfully and snapped his fingers: "Yes, it's him." Now he's probably already looking for the sundial and the time crystal in the barrier. So let's be patient for a while. ”

……

Meanwhile, inside the Time Enchantment, the Headmaster is embarking on an unprecedented adventure.

Because he had already found himself in some kind of extremely chaotic turbulence of time.

As you move forward, the surroundings and scenery change dramatically, sometimes the buildings look new and have all kinds of decorative plants and flowers, and sometimes only the ruins of the eaves remain.

What's even more incredible is that the person who was able to see it one second will disappear the next.

The incomparable thrill kept Dumbledore's spirits in a state of high euphoria.

After getting rid of a huge creeper chasing and biting him, he quickly hid behind a wall and gulped for a rough breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks, and couldn't help but sigh with a smile: "The goddess of magic is on it, this is much more interesting than a time turner."

It's no wonder that when he was in school, Soth always turned his nose up at Voldemort, the Death Eaters, and the Dark Wizard.

To be able to venture into such a world until death strikes is simply the greatest gift to people like me.

Now, let me see how far we are from that place. ”

With that, Dumbledore poked out half of his head to look at the huge serpentine statue in front of the temple in the distance, and immediately saw the sundial towering below the statue.

Even though it was made of stone, he could still see the blinding aura that bloomed from above with his blessed arcane vision.

Undoubtedly, this is one of the ultimate goals of his adventure.

As long as the Sundial can be closed and the Chronosphere disappears, the Imperial Army and the lichs of the Arcane Secret Society will rush in and capture the Lizardman Queen and her followers.

When the time comes, no matter what secrets are hidden in the city, they will be completely revealed.

Dumbledore himself was able to acquire a variety of knowledge, techniques, and magical items that interested him.

The most important thing is that the old lover - Gellert Grindelwald can also get an invitation to come to this world, renew the frontier together, enjoy a wonderful life, and do all the delusions that were not realized when he was young.

With infinite expectations and longing for his future life, even in the face of the danger that might lead to death, he still had a faint smile on his face and rushed out without hesitation.

Next Second......

A giant creature more than a dozen meters tall and covered with hard scales appeared in front of it out of thin air.

It has a snake-like head and body, but its upper body has two arms, a pair of bat-like wings on its back, yellow vertical pupils dotted with green spots, and the cracks between the scales on its head and back are orange like flames.

The Cosmos Serpent?

No!

Wrong!

If it's a Cosmos Serpent, it probably won't have arms or wings.

It's more like an intermediate state between the Cosmos Serpent and the Serpent God Myrsauk.

Dumbledore's mind instantly had a lot of relevant information in mind.

Although the current lizardmen of the Faren Continent generally believe in Samuel Anya, who is weakly powerful, this god was born relatively late.

In ancient times, the lizardfolk were supposed to believe in the Cosmos Serpent with their creator and master, the Saruk Witch, or in the later birth of the serpent god Mershok and his face Seth.

After all, the lizardmen had a much shorter time to free themselves from their slavery than the snake people who took over the Mershok Empire from the Saluk Witch.

They were even enslaved by the snake people for a long time before they were finally freed.

So if the Queen of Mosara came from tens of thousands of years ago, then the gods she believed in and worshipped should be the Universal Serpent and Mersok, or something in between.

You must know that the division and evolution of the gods also has a gradual process, and it is not like the calculated goddess of fate who suddenly splits in two.

"Mortal, are you on a time travel journey?"

The huge serpentine figure opened its mouth and asked with a grin.

"Yes, great gods. I'm being forced to navigate the turbulence of time, intending to shut down the enchantment that envelops this area. ”

Dumbledore touched his chest with one hand and bowed deeply.

He apparently knew that lying to the gods was pointless and utterly stupid, and made his intentions very clear.

The giant snake chuckled and nodded: "Hehe, you are very honest, which is very good, because I like honest mortals. But please give me one more reason to let you go. After all, it's my believers you're trying to destroy. ”

"I don't have any particular reason, I'm just getting things done. After all, these believers of yours intend to unleash power stones to cause a terrible environmental catastrophe that will lead to the end of the world for countless cities and mortal races. ”

After saying this, Dumbledore began to observe his surroundings out of the corner of his eye, trying to find an entrance to the next stream of time.

After all, no matter whether the huge figure in front of him was an incarnation or a projection, it was definitely not something he could handle.

"Disaster? Yes! I see, Mosara is trying to bring her kingdom back to life by changing the future. What a crazy and daring guy, I kind of admire her courage. ”

It took less than a second for the serpent to figure out what was happening in the area, and there was a hint of emotion in his tone.

Just as he was about to say something, Dumbledore instantly activated the phantom shifter in the Dharma-Saving Ring, and directly crossed the distance of fifty meters into the flow of time and disappeared without a trace.

This scene suddenly made the giant snake show a crying and laughing expression, and whispered to himself: "Did I choose to run away because I was afraid?" But it doesn't matter, I can't do anything about it anyway. As for the Mosala, she has already made her choice, and the next thing is to bear the consequences of that choice. ”

On the other hand, Dumbledore, who jumped into the new time stream, was not much better.

Although there is no threat from the gods, he is besieged by a group of eye demons, and he has no choice but to continue to consume magic equipment and scrolls to desperately dodge and escape.

Eventually, he managed to escape through a stone pillar.

And after entering the next time stream, it is only the last sixty meters away from its destination.

He even saw the strange light that bloomed from the sundial, and the crystal pillar that radiated its incredible power.

However, due to being exposed to the street without any shelter, Dumbledore was directly discovered by the guards at the door.

The latter immediately began to shout in a language he didn't understand, and a group of heavily armed lizardmen rushed out of the vicinity.

Out of his first instinct, the headmaster directly drank a bottle of invisibility potion, intending to hide first with the help of the effect of invisibility.

But he clearly underestimated the magical abilities of the lizardmen.

A lizardman with a staff in his hand just recited a syllable, and the invisibility effect disappeared in an instant.

"Well, looks like I'm going to have to get some serious."

Realizing that he couldn't be opportunistic, Dumbledore simply didn't run away, and directly took out a sealed container and threw it towards the square ground at the entrance of the temple.

Bang dang!

With the impact, the seal on the top was broken in an instant.

This was followed by a flame rising directly into the air, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Several lizardmen mages wanted to extinguish the flames.

As a result, all the spells were engulfed in flames the moment they approached, and then they became even more huge, burning everything around them wildly.

"Damn! What the hell is this? ”

A lizardman mage nervously asked his companion.

The latter shook his head with the same serious face: "Don't ask me, I don't know." Anyway, it will definitely not be an ordinary flame, but an unknown magic flame. I used the disarming spell, but it didn't work. ”

From the conversation between the two, it is not difficult to hear that they have not mastered spells such as anti-magic force fields and grand cracks that can suppress all magical effects.

The reason is simple!

At the time they lived, the people who invented these two spells and their ancestors for eighteen generations no longer existed.

And what Dumbledore unleashed was the most famous fire on the Wizarding Earth.

To deal with this thing, either use a wide range of magic suppression, or directly seal it, otherwise once it spreads, it is basically hopeless......