Two years and a month after Davy was 'launched' from the Great Desert of Feren Annaroke, he woke up from his slumber for the first time, and then he saw the purest body of water in the sea of stars, like a colored marble lying quietly on a dark table.

This is also the first point of acceleration of the gravitational slingshot he arrived at - Calpe.

So the engraving on David's body slowly lit up with his will, and his wings erupted six red rays, speeding towards Calpe.

As he approached, he was finally able to overlook this pure planet with no land to speak of but beautiful and abnormally beautiful from the first perspective, and its whole body was actually showing three colors, the polar ice zone, the blue in the middle and the equator because of the emerald green of the sargassum region.

"It's a pity that I didn't have that time to explore and linger for a while."

According to the excavated ancient books of Nether, in the early days of the development of the starry sky, there were idle artists who sailed here to delicately depict it, and even the painting was offered a sky-high price by the Selennes, who may have been the embodiment of Suren.

And the Torrell galaxy is not as 'lonely' as the universe where Blue Star is located, even on such an extreme planet, where hundreds of miles of thick ice floes are inhabited by a wide variety of predators, but with relatively limited intelligence.

Click, Davy, who couldn't say what mood he was in, used the [Spell Illusion] to 'shoot' it down again, and sent it back to Torreel, who was already 500 million kilometers away.

On the seventh day, when he had completed his acceleration through the gravitational ejection of Calpe's orbit and was about to enter the second stage of slumber, he received a reply from Torrell:

"Perfect work of art, how I hope to be able to travel with you in the sea of stars. It's just a pity I can't."

As soon as he saw this painful 'father's body sentence', David didn't know that this was a magic message sent to him by Daddy Long.

If it is placed in normal times, he and Tanya are basically how far away they are when they hear that Long Dad began to have a 'young man's disease', and they really can't stand his 'petty bourgeois middle-aged disease-free moaning', but I don't know if it's a difference in the situation, David has an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and instinctively wants to talk to this old father for a while, but he gave up this unrealistic idea in an instant.

Unlike Blue Star, this magical world does not transmit radio waves, and only when he is close to the celestial body, the dragon father in Torrell can communicate with him briefly through the direction of the celestial body's positioning, which is also limited by the transmission of magical power.

In other words, he only had the opportunity to exchange messages with Torrell in the direction of a few short days during his trip.

And as he travels farther and farther away, this contact will only become more and more difficult, or even impossible.

I saw that the summons said:

"In response to the marking puzzle you raised and according to your mother Pavla's 'quantum dot ink', I have found the direction of alchemy, I will catch up with your journey, I wish you all the best."

When he saw this, David was shocked, what the hell is quantum dot ink, he had only heard of quantum communication, quantum computers and other research directions in his previous life.

But he immediately remembered the relevant literature he had read in college, confirming that some semiconductors exhibit quantum size effects between 2 and 10 nanometers, but no one knows why.

'Mom, you are really my super dragon! David said with emotion.

Compared with himself who sits on Baoshan but doesn't know how to use it, Pavla, a scholar, is the real anti-heaven existence in this world.

Then, as he was about to move away from Calpe, David sent back a list of precursor materials that had been in his mind about the possible synthesis of quantum dots.

It was only after the arraignment was completed that I suddenly remembered.

That's not right! Even if Artilisia really 'alchemist' this kind of thing, no matter how arrogant he is if he has never seen the real thing and doesn't know the specific nature, he can't 'think' it.

As soon as he thought of this, David, who was still like water, did not calm down.

Torrell, 'Ghost City'.

Artilisia, who had just summoned David back to the document slip, couldn't put the slightest smile on his face.

It's not that there is a problem on Toriel's side, because there are no relatively strong forces in the Annarok Desert where their flying fortress landed, and they have never cowered into the city, nor have they shown any aggression, so up to now, except for sending some sentinels to conduct tentative reconnaissance, after all of them 'evaporated' like the red-robed bald head, they collectively fell into silence.

Artilicia knew that this was supposed to be a deterrent to the history of the Floating City of Netheril, and with the other arrangements of the Dragon Queen attracting the attention of the gods and all parties of Torrell, the return of the Floating City to its homeland seemed to be the most 'normal' historical event in comparison.

The real trouble lies in their hometown, Ellaria.

But just a while ago, he had just received a message from Zolthiat, through a link with the spirit of the elf Evgeni:

Compared to their gang of fake immigrants pretending to be 'Nethers', the High Elves of the New World of Elaria, under the leadership of Alaskia, the queen of Torrell Forever, seem to have a real intention of returning to the Old World and then rebuilding the Devensel Empire.

At first, Artilisia was a little incredulous, because the Old World had been scorched thousands of years ago in a battle between elves, dwarves, humans, orcs, and dragons, and finally the High Elves had detonated the well of magic, turning the entire Old World into a land of broken nets and rampant magical energy.

At this point, the orcs were completely extinct in Scanis, the Old World;

The elves retreated to the New World of Glanyère to rebuild Devensel;

The dwarves hid away in the dark mountains to the east;

The human civilization was directly beaten into three petals, and the ancient country of Kutaro, which had been reduced to a desert in the south, was directly physically smashed into the ground, leaving only a lonely ancient tomb and wandering undead, and a few nests of blue dragons jumping on their graves.

The other petal that remained in the north to resist degenerated into a primitive society that drank blood from Rumao, and became a barbarian tribe raised by elves in the Old World.

Only the last of them also fled to the New World Middle-earth to redevelop, until the Middle-earth kingdoms of the Toreel gods, eager to expand their faith, on the chain;

Only the five-colored dragons, whose survivability is more perverted, have gained a foothold in the Old World where 'finally no one wants', but their numbers have also dropped to a level comparable to Toriel.

It was precisely because of this complex historical reason that Artilisia was still a little incredulous when she heard the news from Ciat.

After all, with the broken environment of Scaniss in the old continent, the five-colored dragon has to be picky to live.

Take the area of the Katgana Mountains in Pavla's territory as an example, when David pulled the group of high elves he captured to the plains to dig potatoes, he almost didn't kill the elves alive.

He really couldn't figure out what the elves had in mind to go back to Scaniness and rebuild the empire.

Until Siat's words made him pause:

"According to Nymphadora's observation report, I don't know if it was due to the fall of the God of War Divine Kingdom fragments, the Old World Scaniss also detected that the magic seemed to be starting to rise, and at the same time, the magic power also began to stabilize, and more importantly, the land of those barbarians seemed to be able to grow wheat."

And so it was. ? ”

This should have made the dragon happy, but it made Artilisia's face even heavier.

He had discussed the situation with David about the transformation of the Ellaria Plane from the sub-material plane to the primary matter plane due to the revelation of the Divine War.

Magic tides.

Tides of mana due to high-energy shards.

But this change in influence should have taken at least a thousand years.

So there is only one possibility that Artilicia can think of:

That is, through the divine battle between the five-colored dragon queen and the god of war, the new goddess of magic after the Sage Catastrophe also began to pay attention to Elaria and began to repair Scanis's magic net.

This is the only possibility that can make the magical environment of the Old World change so obviously.

This is the only way to explain why the High Elves are so desperate to return to the Old World.

They want to move the entire Elves of Torrell over.

Just as they moved into the Torrell Main Material Plane with their clan.

Even if it's under the dragon's hedge.

Until he endured for 4,000 years, he completely stabbed the dragon in the back and drove him out of the stage of history with a dragon madness.

Later, because of the spider goddess Rose, no, the fuse of the rebellion of the elf god queen Elosine at that time completely detonated the internal contradictions of the elves, and the five crown battles plus the division of the drow elves allowed the elves to play themselves out.

And in the nascent main material plane of Elaria, the High Elves once again saw the hope of their race rising again and dominating the plane.

Only this time, the first to bear the brunt is the five-colored dragon, or rather.

The territory of his son Davyyutos, Katgana.

Because the only port in Scanis, the Old World, is on the Katagana plain.

Artilisia thought for a moment and asked:

"What about Christos?"

"Still fighting in the dark region, and has not returned yet."

"Still haven't returned?" Artilicia thought something incredible.

Thinking of the conspiracy they had previously made to come to Bato Hell to go to the Evil Scale Fortress and was inexplicably involved in a bloody battle, I couldn't help but speculate maliciously, could it be that they had also fallen into some routine?

Or was he simply locked up in the dark by the High Elves?

After all, although Christos is a legendary old red dragon, there are many legends on the High Elves' side, especially the one thing that these elves are best at can do this:

Magic Lock.

He immediately asked Siat to relay:

"Tell Nymphadora to beware of the moves from the Devensel elves, and in the event of force majeure, you can abandon Katagana and retreat in the direction of the Dark Mountains."

"Yes." Siat.

It was his final decision.

Only this time, he didn't pray to Pavla, and he didn't choose to tell David.

Because he knows Pafla, with Pavla's temperament, he may not care about the so-called territory, and more importantly, she is in the depths of the God of War God Kingdom at the moment, and she has no time to care about the movements of Ellaria in the material world.

David, on the other hand, must care.

But by the time the kid arrives on the next planet and receives this message, it will be at least ten years later.

Ten years later, whatever happens, it's a foregone conclusion.

But there is nothing he can do about it.

Because he knew that even if he was a silver dragon and was personally seen by Tiamat, the queen of the five-colored dragon, no, Tiamat would definitely not see him.

With the power of a dragon god, what he sees must be much farther than himself.

How could Davy give up his strategic plan against Slayer because of the gains and losses of Scanis.

Because of this, he didn't want David to be caught in the same dilemma as he was at the moment.

Through Evgeny, Siat also brought news about the Silver Grand Duke Milliar:

Due to the political incooperation of the silver archduke Milliria and her legitimacy in the hearts of the Elves of Ellaria, the elven queen Alaskia directly ordered the court mages to build a smooth high wall along the territory of Celerus in order to prevent more High Elves from escaping to the city of Celerus.

Compared with the green dragon Ni Fadora, who still has a way to retreat, the silver Grand Duke Milli, this close friend who has supported his pharmaceutical research for nearly ten years, is really in prison, in a dilemma, and also the most in need of outside help.

Thinking of this, Artilisia tilted her head and closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, calmed down her complicated thoughts, and came to a group of children who were fiddling with the model of the 'magic ship'.

It was his new students.

It's just different from all the children he's ever come into contact with.

Mortal learning is gradual.

And their way of learning is awakening.

Later, it became the point where he, the teacher, needed to ask these students for arcane teachings.

He knew that this was exactly what David had said, the result of the awakening of the seed of memory.

He crouched down in front of one of the teenagers named Oberon, raised his hand and stroked the head of the child with the same name as one of the great Arcanists of Nesser, pinched the model of the magic ship and moved towards the clay sculpture of the red dragon in the outermost part of the galaxy, and then asked softly:

"Oberon, can you let me catch up with him in thirty years?"

The kid shook his head, "Teacher, you know, we don't have a Mithic core. ”

Artilisia seems to have known this answer for a long time, and has magically generated a model of a silver dragon:

"What if you use the magic glyph of the red-robed mage and add your magic ship to it?"

Oberon thought for a moment, took the silver dragon model from Atilisia's hand, stuffed it onto the model of the magic ship, and then rushed towards the model of the 'sun' with the amazed or suspicious gazes of the other students, and then looked at Atilicia seriously:

"Then you have to go in ten years, and then fly in reverse to the sun, using the sun's gravity as a slingshot.

"So, theoretically, you will be able to catch up with Lord David Yutos in this time.

"But this orbit is too close to the star, and if you make any mistake in operation, you will fall into the sun because of the 'Loch limit'.

"Even if you don't make any mistakes, a solar wind, a flare eruption, can wipe you out of the stars.

"Are you really sure you want to do this?

"Teacher Artilisia."

Artilicia smiled and touched their heads:

"Well, please."

(End of chapter)