Clay Ostraz wakes up and realizes that he has been asleep.

And that's never what he's supposed to do. At the same time, he discovers that he is not in dragon form, but in human form, and is still wearing the clothes he wore as Crassus.

Crassus slowly inspected his surroundings. It's a rugged cave on a desolate hilltop, and from here you can get a bird's-eye view of the large swamp below. Although he couldn't remember how he got here, he recognized it immediately.

The wetland is close to the destination, but it is not on the original route. The red dragon mage walked out of the cave in confusion, and then he looked up at the sky, trying to remember how he had come here, but his mind went blank.

The last thing he remembered was that he barely reached the beach with the last of his strength. He was trying to find a hidden place to recuperate.

And after that, Crassus couldn't remember at all, and he had never been like this before. Especially at a time like this, he didn't want to be unable to remember anything. To make matters worse, he didn't know how long he had been asleep, a dragon might only rest for a few minutes, but at the same time it could rest for weeks, depending on the circumstances around him.

The trip has been a constant situation since the beginning, and this is no coincidence. He looked around and complained a little about his current situation.

After reorganizing his thoughts, he put his frustration aside. If this was really someone else's trick, he thought, he should be able to figure it out soon. And what bothers him the most now is that he is very close to his destination.

So close to Grimbaatar......

Crassus began to transform into dragon form...... Then something suddenly occurred to him: dragons are easy to spot even in the dark. However, if he remained in his current form, it would be easier to infiltrate these terrifying mountains. And that's why he left the Dragon's Sleep Sanctuary only to be forgotten by a sudden slumber, and it's likely that he became like this.

Absolutely, so Crassus followed the mountain, carefully looking for a way down the mountain. If he didn't want to be detected by the magical creatures, he would have to use weak magic to hide his whereabouts, and his current appearance was not suitable for casting too strong spells.

He carefully used his gloved hands to climb from the rocky mountain to the wetlands below. There is a large temperature difference between the mountain and the mountain, and the mountain is much colder and more humid below. Even though he looks like a pale elf, he has the abilities of a dragon and is able to maintain his body temperature. The cold, wet weather in the wetlands didn't bother him much; Although the cave on his way was much more comfortable, warm and humid due to the location. When Crassus stepped on the soft and moist soil of the wetland, he first stepped in. You can hear the joy of all kinds of wetland creatures. Normally, wetlands are supposed to be very noisy, but today the sound still seems too quiet.

It seemed that they were all afraid of the danger in their vicinity - and Crassus felt it.

But there were no strange noises nearby, and no hidden magic attacked him. Crassus went into the depths of the swamp in the direction of Grimbaatar.

The dense vegetation quickly obscured Crassus, who realized that all of them looked sick as he brushed the annoying vines from his face. On the outside, they all look like they're growing well, but on the inside they're all distorted. The situation in wetlands is getting worse and worse.

These cursed mountains are spreading pollution...... I have to stop this. He grimly brushed aside the branches and vines that followed, feeling uneasy that he had once only thought of completely abandoning the land in order to save his beloved Red Dragon Queen and destroy the souls of orcs and demons. And these sins must have taken root here when he himself went to the depths of Grimbaatar.

As he was flying, he saw that some of his descendants were still guarding the land, and he had done nothing. There are always so many crises. There were so many unexpected circumstances that he couldn't set out to do it.

After-the-fact reflection can solve any problem, and the same is true for Crassus. However, while this thought did not bring any change here, it calmed Crassus's guilt a little.

He creaked with every step, and it was too loud with echoes. But to make the sound quieter, he had to use more magic. He still wanted to be able to sneak into Grimbaatar, though it seemed increasingly difficult to do so now.

Some bugs hovered around him but flew away immediately, most of them living on blood, but it was clear that he wasn't their preferred type. But there are also some who believe that Crassus's blood is absolutely delicious. He could sense that he was nearby, but without him he could not be completely sure of his location, unless he could know the qiē hidden in the mountains. Crassus walked cautiously: he wasn't very strong in his current form. You can't just do whatever you want.

However, he was not attacked on his difficult journey. The purple-clad mage entered the heart of the wetlands and decided to risk his mind here to send his mind to Grimbaatar.

Far from the swamp's lush waters, Crassus leaned against a mossy tree and began casting spells. Immediately, his horizons became very broad. It is impossible for a person to carry out such a powerful horizon, but a dragon can.

Instead of caring about anything else, he sent his spirit directly to the barren land on the edge of Grimbaatar. Then, his restlessness widened exponentially. The sight of these mountains made Crassus want to explore the secrets.

He narrowed his eyes and sent his consciousness into Grimbaatar.

After the darkness had passed, he saw some broken images. But at first glance. There were only a few stalagmites, stone pillars, and orc bones, which were apparently left behind when they were driven from Grimbaatar.

Strangely incapable of anything wrong at all, Crassus fell into deep thought.

His brow furrowed. Sensing something approaching. He was about to retract his consciousness, but soon found that his consciousness was trapped in Grimbaatar!

Crassus wanted to take it back, but it was as if he were actually trapped in the rocks and dirt. He slammed his fist into the hope of making a way out of here.

However, this made the situation worse, and these actions made it impossible for him to monitor his body.

Crassus tried again in vain, thinking that the person who set the trap might attack him every second, but luckily nothing happened.

But. Even if the person who set it forgot about it, Crassus would have to get out of it as much as he could. He worries about his physical body and fantasizes that his consciousness can return to his body.

After another futile effort, the red dragon mage pondered for a moment, focusing on the magical matrix that trapped his consciousness. It wasn't difficult to perceive, but he was immediately struck by its intricate structure. This is clearly the work of a master speller, and given his likely age, there is a good chance that this was inflicted by Deathwing himself.

Either way, Crassus knew he had to find the key to breaking the spell. Only by breaking this magic can he have any hope of survival.

His consciousness sank into the spell and began to parse its principles. Ironically, if this is truly Deathwing's masterpiece, then the only person who can understand the mad dragon's twisted mind is himself, who has also lived a long life. Crassus began to envision himself as the guardian dragon who had watched the earth for thousands of years to warn the world.

Following this thought, he thought along the node of magic. He found some patterns, but the forks in the road filled him with doubts.

A path seemed more promising, and Crassus traced it back to the www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion. What he had sensed earlier was coming at him, getting closer and closer. Suddenly, he felt a strong hunger, not for flesh and blood, but for something more important to him.

Something coming at him wanted to devour his magic...... (To be continued.) )