A young dragon about a foot long appears in the middle of the "Storm Furnace".

Unlike ordinary dragons, it does not have the slightest ferocity all over its body, but instead reveals a touch of lightness that belongs to the wind. The pale cyan torso and dark cyan scales are as if carved from green jade, which can be called flawless.

The next moment, the young dragon groaned loudly, and its mouth opened wide, revealing a little bit of crystal-like teeth. Within a radius of several hundred meters, a sudden suction force appeared, and Turanze let go of the situation and let go of the control of the "Storm Furnace".

Wind and fire, the flow of magic that constructs spells, disintegrated in an instant, and all of them were swallowed by the young dragon. Its body expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was only a few feet long at first, but after just a few breaths, a giant dragon with a length of ten meters appeared in front of everyone, it turned over lightly, hovering above the large array, and at the same time opened its mouth wide, and continued to devour the surrounding free magic energy.

"It's not enough ......," Turanze estimated for a moment, shaking his head secretly. He looked at the unconscious Allegri, weighed it, and took out a turquoise spar from his bosom and threw it at the wind dragon in the air.

The dragon's eyes lit up, and he folded his wings and swooped down, taking the hedron in his mouth and swallowing it in a few bites. Brilliant and clear, overflowing, its huge body, covered with a layer of lustrous crystalline, and at the same time, the breeze swirled, holding it in mid-air, and it didn't even need to flap its wings.

On the other side, under Brooke's strong mediation, the security forces finally put aside the dispute and temporarily retreated. In the face of a giant dragon, a few thousand people are far from its opponents. What's more, they can't even tell whether they are friends or foes around them, so how can they join forces to fight the enemy?

"It seems. I don't need to make any more moves," said Duke Van Schinkel, glancing at the situation in the field, and muttered to himself, "You're here?"

The last sentence seemed to be a conversation with the air, but from the gloomy night, Ventrov's answer was immediately heard. "I'm coming. ”

"So, is the arrangement of the 'Death Bell' brother ready?" the red-robed old man continued to ask. Before going to the meeting, "Death Knell" was ready to be deployed, just waiting for this moment to come.

"Yes, the 'Sludge' should also arrive in the Buyada Empire. Ventrov's voice faded away. "I need to climb to the top of the mountain, and I'll leave it to you. ”

"You'd better go fast, and in a quarter of an hour, you'll be able to set up the 'Ten Thousand Miles in the Sky'. The old duke reminded casually, he stood in front of the large array, looking at those glorious magic patterns, and had to admit that this was indeed a force worthy of awe. At some point. Even the evil gods had to take advantage of it. to achieve their own ends.

At this time, Turanze's heart was also filled with the same sense of pride. Magic, it is with magic that weak humans have the strength to fight against those powerful races, and can fight their way out until they become the masters of this human world.

Seeing that the wind dragon's size was getting bigger and bigger, Turanze pulled his right hand, and Allegri, who had fallen to the ground, bounced up again, and a stream of purple-red magic seeped into the magic circle, and after several transformations, it was continuously transported over.

Allegri's face turned pale, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he couldn't open his eyes. He had actually woken up from the dream, but he couldn't control his body, he couldn't perceive everything in the outside world, and the effect of the "pull" had not yet been lifted, he was like a deaf and blind man, trapped in quiet darkness.

"He's about to be scrapped, isn't he?" Turanze thought, such a crazy extraction is enough to make a great magician fall from the top to the first level, no, maybe even lower than the first level, not even as good as a magic apprentice.

But the wind dragon got impatient, and with a long groan, it bent its slender neck and looked directly at Allegri. There was a hint of greed in those jade-like eyes. Then, the dragon inhaled sharply, and from the corners of Allegri's mouth, nose, and eyes, purple-red liquid slowly flowed out, and one of the semi-liquid crystals almost condensed into substance.

"Now, it's definitely useless. Turanze shook his head, allowing the dragon to suck Allegri's source of magic. He could imagine what it was like, what it was like to lose everything, never to recover.

Thousands of miles in the sky, the Tower of Wind, promoted to a legendary mage, above the clouds, looking down on the world, a series of scenes, in Turanze's mind, and finally Christina, that beautiful face......

Someone loses everything, and he, is about to gain everything.

Hiss -

A chill rose from Turanze's back, and he looked up in astonishment, only to see the dragon staring at him with salivation, a greedy look, as if he had just looked at Allegri!

"Stand down!" Turanzer waved his hand vigorously and rebuked in a loud voice. This dragon was hatched by his own hands, and should not disobey his orders.

"Silly boy. Van Schinkel chuckled softly, a smile full of sarcasm.

The "Ten Thousand Miles in the Sky" large array has three magical energy hubs, each of which requires a person of the Grand Magician level or above to be in charge. However, none of these three can control the Great Array, but are sacrifices, the sacrifices that activate the Great Array.

This point should be recorded in the secret book of the "Sky Temple", but when Turanze took over the secret codex, was some of its content tampered with?

The dragon approached, ignoring his rebuke, and Turanze was frightened and tried to flee, but found himself firmly fixed in place, unable to move.

"Blade Vortex!" Turanze chanted loudly, waving his hand to unleash dozens of recurve blades, which were enhanced versions of the "Wind Blade", each of which was as sharp as the Hundred Tempered Steel Blades. They swirled like wheels, like a whirlpool of rushing water, protecting Turanze in the middle.

What can make up the wind blade, after all, is the magic of the wind system, and the dragon just sucks it and swallows it into its belly, and it is a small dish.

Before passing out, Turanze's last impression was a majestic dragon face. For some reason, he suddenly remembered his teacher, the current head of the "Temple of the Sky", "Madrage" Fadreva.

After absorbing the origin of the magic power of the two great magicians, coupled with the essence contained in the dragon egg, the wind dragon was completely formed, and its wings stretched out, reaching the order of magnitude of 100 meters.

Even among dragons, it is difficult to see such a large size, not to mention, each of its scales and armor is as delicate as a work of art, and there is no flaw to be found.

The dragon soars, and the wind is fierce. Suddenly, it roared, its powerful wings flapped, and the wind rushed by, knocking the trees in the mountains and the people in the field to the ground.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (There will be a small change in a while, possibly.) ）