Dragon Who Controls Time

Garen's sturdy dragon head pressed down, and the breath from close range hit Amos's face, making the little boy's heart almost stop beating.

The petite and pitiful Lilith fainted to the ground without saying a word, quite neat and tidy.

Garen looked at the two humans, but he did not have any pity or sympathy for the same kind in the past.

At the beginning of his birth, he was still a bit like a man in a dragon's skin. From time to time, he would recall himself as a human being, and his mind was swaying, but as time passed, he became more and more pure.

This change Gallen has long been aware of, but he has never resisted.

Whether it is a person or a dragon.

He is him.

When Kanon was feeling emotional, Amos racked his brains, trying to find an opportunity to allow himself and his sister to live.

After more than ten seconds, Amos suddenly seemed to grab a life-saving straw, and hurriedly shouted: "Respected True Dragon, I want to make a deal with you."

Jialong's eyes moved slightly, and he said calmly: "You are all my trophies all over your body, what do you want to trade with me."

Amos thought of the old mage whispering in his ear before he died, his face darkened, and he tried to cheer up: "This space ring contains the spell research diary left by grandfather and many valuable magic materials. ."

He stretched out his finger, and a delicate ring gleamed.

Garen glanced at the space ring and said, "Although it belongs to you, it already belongs to me."

Amos shook his head, took off the ring, and handed it to Gallen, saying, "The space ring needs a spell to open."

"Forcibly opening it will only destroy everything inside."

Garen took the space ring in his hand, observed it carefully for a while, and used the unlocking technique, but it didn't work.

It does have an alternative spell lock on it.

The spell lock from a high-level mage cannot be unlocked by Garen.

He looked at Amos and remained silent.

Amos was afraid of the murderous intention of Jialong, and hurriedly said: "I just want to live with my sister, I sincerely ask you to accept the ring, and swear in the name of the Dragon God that you will not kill us, let us go, I will immediately Turn on the spell to tell you."

"My sister and I will also swear to the God of Light that we will not seek revenge directly or indirectly against you in the future by any means."

The little boy looked nervous and spoke cautiously, waiting for Garen's answer.

Afterwards, Garen checked the other magic items on them and found no other storage items.

Picking up all the magic items, then Garen said slowly: "Tell me the spell, and I will let you go."

Before Amos' face turned happy, Garen paused and said indifferently, "However, a spell, a ring, want to make a true dragon swear in the name of God, do you think it's possible?"

Amos' face tightened, and he was speechless in the shadow of Garen's dragon wings.

"You, what do you want?"

Jialong's eyes were flat, and his tone was inexplicable: "You can choose to believe in the promise of the real dragon."

"Then, swear in the name of the God of Light."

Amos' face changed constantly, he looked at his unconscious sister, and under Garen's calm gaze, he finally lowered his head and said, "Mr. True Dragon, I believe in your promise."

He told Garen a spell.

Jialong cooperated with the spell, and his mental power extended to touch the space ring. Immediately, he felt a space of tens of cubic meters in his mind. There were many spellcasting materials stacked in it, as well as similar styles of staffs, robes, and scattered magic. Gems, tons of gold....and a dozen thick notebooks.

Get rich get rich!

Garen's eyes brightened.

Not long after robbing Bai Longniang's treasure, he gained more wealth than Bai Longniang's treasure, and he brought it to his door by himself. Such an easy harvest made Jialong overjoyed and his mood became happy.

At the same time, Amos raised his heart in his throat and looked at Garen nervously, knowing that it was time to decide the fate of himself and his sister.

Garen stared at Amos, because he was in a good mood, and finally said slowly: "Swear it."

Amos was stunned for a moment, and then said with ecstasy: "Thank you, Mr. True Dragon who is merciful and merciful."

After Amos took the oath, Lilith, who had fainted, was awakened, and she swore to God in a dazed and confused way.

In the Noah Continent, swearing in the name of the existing gods, if violated, it will attract the attention and curse of the gods, and the consequences are quite serious.

"Roy, send the two of them out of my territory."

After receiving Garen's order, the extreme north ice spirit approached the two children, carried them away, and sent them out according to Garen's instructions.

As for these two human children without magical props, how to survive on the vast ice field is not in the scope of Garen's consideration.

After that, Garen returned to the Ice Cliff Dragon Nest with the harvest.

After throwing the Li Mammoth that he froze and hadn't eaten as a reward for Uga Bonebreaker, he returned to the Dragon's Nest.

In the Dragon's Nest on the Ice Cliff, Jialong's eyes lit up as he scrutinized the space ring.

This small bright white ring was made according to the size of a human finger. He couldn't wear it at all, and it was not as big as Garen's dragon scale.

After a few seconds, he vomited a spell and concentrated on the space ring.

Immediately afterwards, there were ripples and fluctuations in the space, and a lot of things fell out of it, and it turned into a small pile after a while.

The largest number of them are magic materials that Garen does not know....... some plants, biological tissues, stones engraved with runes...... all Well preserved.

Other than that, what interests Garen the most are the magic gems, gold coins imprinted with tulip patterns, and a dozen thick notebooks.

He poured all the magic gems and gold coins on his big ice crystal bed, and was glad to find that they could barely cover his bed, but the thickness was a little thin, just a thin layer.

Garen took a deep breath of the cold air.

The more intense elemental energy made him very comfortable, and the flow of blood seemed to have sped up a lot.

Immediately afterwards, he lay on the rugged treasure bed, put the pile of magic materials that he didn't understand the purpose of into the space ring, and put the space ring in the corner of the bed.

With more than a dozen notebooks beside him, Garen carefully picked up the first one and looked at it.

This note records the experience and experience of the high-ranking old mages on the spells of the evocation school, especially the various fireball techniques.

"The world's spells are divided into eight, only fireballs and other..."

The alternative obsession with fireball revealed in the words and writing made Garen look weird, and at the same time he looked at it with more interest.

As time passed, Jialong read the notes word by word, and his understanding of the evocation school spells became more and more profound, especially the fireball spell. Many basic rune spells were recorded in his mind.

Garen put down the first notebook and turned his attention to the second, and then the third............

His face was solemn and serious, mixed with the joy of gaining more knowledge.

After three days of nonstop research, Jialong let out a sigh of relief and closed the last notebook, still a little unfinished.

There are sixteen notebooks in total.

Eleven is the old mage's lifelong experience in spells, and Garen has benefited a lot from his understanding of the energy system.

But what made him more happy were the other five.

If the five notebooks are spread out, it will definitely cause a fight and **** among the magic school mages on the Noah Continent.

Because they recorded a large number of high-level fireball variants with seven or more rings. There are three different types of nine-ring fireball alone. The complex and mysterious runes on the spell model made Garen dizzy.

"These notes are worth more than everything else put together."

Garen had already recorded these contents in his mind, but he still solemnly put away all the notes.

Immediately, he closed his eyes slightly, used mental power as a pen, concentrated his thoughts, and slowly sketched a spell model like a burning fireball in his mind.