The gods are the spirits of all things.

Since they were collectively sealed by the evil gods two thousand years ago, the aura level of this plane has shown a downward trend.

The world is like a big pool, and the aura is the clear stream in it, when the water quality turns from clear to turbid, the first to be affected is always those big fish, not small shrimp like humans. Powerful species such as demigods or dragons had to lie dormant to avoid making ends meet.

However, it is difficult for ordinary people to come into contact with these races, and their lifespan is almost infinite, and the number of years they can doze off is often measured in ten years and a hundred years, so human beings don't care at all. What's more, the only people who are interested in these phenomena and have the ability to study them are the members of the magic camp. After the "Violet War", the mages either left the island of Therland or disappeared, and the exploration of the magic tide also came to a complete standstill.

The free energy that can be mobilized is getting less and less, the power of spells is getting lower and lower, the traces of demonic beasts are becoming more and more rare, and the promotion of mages is becoming more and more difficult.

But now, when the ancient tree left the Emerald Dream Realm, the dragon roared across the sky, and the awakening of these species at the top of this realm marked that the aura concentration of this plane had finally returned to its normal level.

In the third year of the revival calendar, late spring, the last day of April.

A red dragon that has just grown up appears at the "Victory Day Celebration" of the Snowton Empire. As a result, it became the first dragon recorded in history to appear in public. Since then, the war between human beings has no longer been confined to human beings themselves. The wild horses that burned with endless war began to be uncontrollable. Slide into the abyss of disaster.

Coincidentally, the red dragon was named Pringer, which in the ancient Snowton language means "calamity".

The person who named it was its owner, Viscount Davide. He is also two thousand years later. The first dragon knight on the continent.

The name contained infinite glory, but Allegri couldn't help but frown when he saw who was sitting on the saddle. He finally understood why King Nacini had tolerated Davide in every possible way. It is a hassle to sign a contract with a savage and unreasonable dragon, and every dragon will be protected for a certain period of time after fulfilling a contract. this time. It's not a long time for the dragon clan, it's only three or five hundred years, but for humans, it's unimaginably long.

King Nacini will never allow such a precious battle power to be lost in vain. Even if it is a legendary mage, the important Cheng dù in his heart should not be as good as a dragon knight. At least. From the order of appearance, this psychology of his. It's embodied.

"Alas......" Allegri sighed in a low voice, the grudge between him and Davide could not be relieved, but the other party now actually has the aura of "Dragon Knight", just like having a protective umbrella, which is really helpless.

"Count Allegri. At this moment, the old magician next to him suddenly asked softly, "Can you tell me when you will return to the Herseus Valley?"

"The celebration is over. Two days later," Allegri was stunned, and hurriedly turned to reply, "I wonder what the master commands?"

"I want to go with the Count, okay?" said Villanoo's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were as clear as water. The "Star Dome", which had spread out for nearly a hundred miles, was now shrinking to the size of a fist, and was slowly rotating in the palm of its hand.

The White Pagoda is still majestic.

However, the princes and nobles who lost their souls were completely destroyed.

Three Hussars, Five Heroes, Legendary Demon Warriors, Dragon Knights...... Every time Nacini opened a hole card, they would involuntarily exclaim, and the only bit of courage left in their hearts was gone with the wind in this "ahhh

"Snowdon, where did you get the dragon?" Innedil had completely lost interest in talking to them, his eyes narrowing slightly, and he was communicating with the Pale Lord at the top of the White Tower.

"That's a red dragon, according to my eyesight, its body length should be between 32 and 36 meters," the Pale Lord introduced slowly, and didn't seem to take the hideous dragon to heart at all, "and a normal adult red dragon, the body length is about 40 meters, and judging by the depth of its eyes and the scales on its body, this should be a giant dragon that has just come of age......"

"Hmm......" Innedil looked at the light curtain, looked carefully for a moment, and sure enough, he found that the red dragon's eyes were darker, the scales were shiny, and the shape was regular, and it looked majestic, but it did not have the kind of "vicissitudes of time" described in the Holy See's collection.

"According to my speculation, this young dragon must have been discovered by the Snowdonians not long after it matured, and it is likely that it was during the Nacini raid on the Wolf Plains," the Pale Lord paused for a moment before continuing, "If the legendary mage was also present at the time, they would have been able to force the newly awakened dragon to sign a contract." ”

"In that case, it would not be surprising that King Nacini would be able to recover the barbarians for his own use," Innedir continued, "Large-scale range spells will make the barbarian cavalry suffer, and under the high altitude vision of the dragon knights, their main force and even the location of the herd will not be hidden. ”

"Exactly," echoed the Pale Lord, "Nacini has been very rewarding this time. ”

"The more he gains, the more tricky the next war will be," Inedil stood for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh, "How can the ruined Holy See and the devastated Duchy of Ian resist Snowton's million-strong division." ”

"In the past few days, I have seen in you the shadow of you a few years ago," the Pale Lord's voice was full of nostalgia, "At that time, you were still a confused apprentice, and after being reprimanded by Samuel, you hid in the corner and secretly wiped your tears......"

Innedil stiffened and did not answer.

"I remember that after you wept, you made a vow," the Pale Lord's tone suddenly became agitated, "and it was because of this oath that I finally decided, at the risk of being discovered, to help you. ”

"Teacher......" Innedil shouted with some emotion, and he opened his eyes with a bright light.

"Go back," the young white-robed archbishop commanded with a wave of his hand, "Snowton's iron hooves will eventually set foot on our land, and no matter what you choose, the White Tower is here, and it will never fall." (To be continued......)

PS: (Lantern Festival is Valentine's Day in China.) ）