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    The old man's body is very huge, more than five meters tall. He is like an enlarged version of an ordinary old man. He wears a green druid robe with the symbols of the golden moon and silver stars on it, and a circle of white wheat ears, representing  He is an Archdruid of level 10 or above.  n¡Ê This druid¡¯s aura was hidden quite well, and Garen couldn¡¯t find out what level he was even though he was sensing it carefully.  But it is at least a level ten existence.  After the two sat down facing each other, the old man looked at Garen again and spoke slowly.  "No need to sense anymore. I am now in the village, and all my power is integrated with the village's protective array. Here, I am the entire array. This array has a peak power of fifteen levels. Although my mental power is  It¡¯s not enough to control such a huge amount of strength, but it can probably reach level fourteen.¡± He smiled.  "Moreover, how can everything in this world be explained clearly by just a simple level classification?" "That's right." Garen nodded approvingly, picked up a cup of dark green tea prepared for him in front of him,  Gently pour it into your mouth, and the sweet fragrance like honey immediately spreads in your mouth, with the aroma of many kinds of flowers, making people unable to help but relax and be intoxicated.  ¡°It takes one cup of rare honey from more than 3,000 different flower pollens to be brewed in one year,¡± the old elf explained.  "It can just dissolve the strong aura of the abyss on your body." Garen's heart shuddered.  "You saw it." Indeed, as the other party said, it is impossible to distinguish specific levels of strength based solely on level classification.  Sometimes, it is not uncommon for opponents who are several levels apart to make a huge reversal. After all, strength is only one type of power.  There are also strategies and strategies.  Strategy, tactics, traps, etc. are all part of the power.  "I have been friends with the third elder of your clan for many years. Although that guy is ambitious and wants to leave Bailong Mountain independently and develop the Bailong clan, in recent years, especially since you were expelled, your clan has been deteriorating.  ." The elf elder whispered.  "What kind of pressure is still an enemy?" Garen asked in a low voice with a raised brow.  "It's the enemy." The elder shook his head.  "By the way, you can call me Green Beard." "You can also call me Garen." Garen said politely.  "Okay, Garen." Green Beard continued, "In the Battle of Ten Thousand Dragons five years ago, the Dilada Empire and the Dark Elves fought in a decisive battle. Both sides invested almost all their military strength. The White Dragon Clan was naturally also  A lot of young people were invested, and the outcome was" "Failed?" Garen frowned.  "Yes. A disastrous defeat." Luxu nodded, with a hint of melancholy on his face.  "A disastrous defeat As far as I know, the empire's strength should far exceed that of the dark elves, right?" Garen asked in confusion.  "Of course, the extraordinary strength of Emperor Gus is as high as the fifteenth level. He is even more arrogant. With the artifact to counterattack the Dragon Spear, he is basically unstoppable." Green Beard sighed, "But. Unexpected  Variables have appeared. " "Variables?" "Void cracks, a large number of void cracks poured out from the rear, and countless void creatures rushed out. One of the powerful creatures was defeated from two sides.  Language. He calls himself the Demon Hunter Lord, and is not something that Emperor Gus can compete with. During the Ten Thousand Dragons War, he captured a large number of dragons participating in the war, massacred, plundered, and even enslaved him. Although he did not know why he let the white dragon go.  Part of the clan, but the white dragons also suffered heavy casualties due to the previous ten thousand dragon war with the black elves. " "Demon Lord?" Garen smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect to turn around and return to his own world.  After passing the White Dragon Clan, it was obvious that the Demon Hunter Lord knew some inside information, perhaps because he knew the Lord of Lies, perhaps because his reputation as a healer had spread too far, or perhaps for some other reason. In short, the other party gave him face.  "It looks like you know something." Luxu keenly noticed Garen's strangeness.  "Forget it, I'd better go back in person and see with my own eyes." Garen stood up.  "That's fine, my teleportation array directly connects to your clan. You can just go back and ask in person. Actually" Luxu hesitated, but still didn't speak.  Garen glanced at him.  "Thank you." "No, I hope you can integrate the current clan." Luxu shook his head.  Leaving the bamboo house, Garen was led by an elf man towards the direction of the teleportation array.  There were a lot of elves running around to watch him along the way, men, women, old and young, and they all looked at him with friendly eyes. It was obvious that the White Dragon clan had left a good impression on them.    Garen also met a small group of human adventurers who were invited in to drink tea. Each one was closely monitored like a prisoner. Seeing the vastly different treatment that Garen received, these people were obviously very unbalanced.  .  Garen stood on the teleportation array, and a hazy green light suddenly shone, covering all parts of his body.  There was a flow of green in front of him, which lasted for a few seconds. The green dispersed, and in front of him was a white ice wall. He was in a small ice cave, with an old white dragon who seemed to be disabled guarding the side.  Longyan, whose old eyes were dim, looked at Garen carefully.  "Who are you?" Only creatures approved by the elf elders over there came to this teleportation array, so he didn't show any hostility.  "Has the tribe reached this point?" Garen did not answer his question, but looked at him in astonishment.  Guarding such an important teleportation formation was actually a crippled old white dragon sent by the sect.  He released a little bit of dragon power, and the unique aura of dragon power suddenly made Old Bailong tremble all over.  "I am Garen." Garen's voice spread slowly.  Before Old Bailong could react, he saw Garen disappear instantly, leaving only an afterimage that slowly faded away. ? **************** The whistling wind echoed in Garen¡¯s ears.  He has transformed into a dragon body, overlooking the original White Dragon clan below.  Weak white dragons formed a patrol team, flying around the snow peak.  In the middle of the snow peak, the young dragons were wailing under the training of the instructors.  The few strong adult dragons were about to fly away.  It seemed that he had discovered a white dragon that he had never seen before, and it immediately turned and flew towards him.  "Are you?" A white dragon still has a vaguely familiar appearance.  ¡°Galeung!!??¡± he shouted suddenly.  "Are you Garen!!?" His voice immediately resounded throughout the entire White Dragon Snow Peak.  A long echo arose.  The entire White Dragon Snow Peak was silent at first, and then boiled up in an instant. For the Dragon Clan, just a few decades is not a long time.  And Garen seemed to have left not long ago.  The remaining white dragons flew out one after another, surrounding Garen in the air.  He was suspended in the air and looked around at the white dragons around him. There were only a dozen adult white dragons left, and the rest were all old dragons and young dragons. These adult dragons were even just adults.  The entire clan has become so weak.  "Garen, you are finally back! The clan has hope!" "You are the clan's last hope! Elders. Elders all" A young dragon who was still a young dragon began to cry in a low voice.  After all, Long grew up in a clan and still has a lot of affection for the clan.  And most of those temporary adult white dragons have died in the battle.  Garen looked around and didn¡¯t see many familiar people.  ¡°Where are the two, three, four and others?¡± he asked in a low voice.  "Brother Garon!" Several young dragons flew over and were given an empty space by the surrounding white dragons.  It was Sa Er and the others.  They have all grown up and look much more mature. Maybe they will become young dragons in some time.  "You are finally back." Suddenly an old voice came from outside the dragon group.  The white dragons immediately became quiet and made way for a passage.  An old dragon with wrinkles all over his body slowly flew in.  Even though he was so old, Garen still vaguely recognized his identity.  "Third Elder" He didn't expect that this ninth-level apex expert would have aged like this in just twenty or thirty years.  It can be seen that the third elder is not far from death his life is about to be exhausted.  Coming to an end.  The third elder still holds the scepter of Tiamat in his hand, which represents the majesty of God, but it is now dim.  "It'll be nice if you come back" The third elder looked at Garen with some complicated suspense in his eyes.  That's a very deep feeling of joy.  "My only ideal, dream, and wish is to establish a tribe where all white dragons can live in peace At first, they all opposed it and were imprisoned by me. But now, my power has been exhausted. Unfortunately, this ideal may no longer exist.  I can't see it anymore" The third elder said tremblingly, "Lehman defected Our only hope is you" He stretched out his paw and handed the scepter to Jia.  Long.  "I have been waiting for youThe prophecy told me that you will definitely come back." Garen did not pick up the scepter, but stared at the third elder, who had begun to exude the energy of his soul at this moment.He was angry, which was the result of excessive consumption of his soul. It was obvious that in the previous war, he had released some powerful ability that was enough to cause him to lose his soul.  No matter what, when he was in the clan, he actually had a vague feeling that Lehman might be the son of the world at this stage, the center around which all destiny revolves.  Leaving the clan is inevitable, but when the clan is so weak, he has no intention of coming back.  "Aren't you unwilling?" The third elder smiled bitterly, "Yes, it was easy for me to leave, but you are forced to pick up this mess I went too far It's me.  " "I don't accept the scepter of God, it just means that I don't accept Tiamat's faith," Garen said solemnly.  He suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed the scepter.  Poof!  The crystal ball representing Tiamat at the top of the scepter was crushed by him.  "I am me, and Tiamat is Tiamat." Garen looked at the shocked look on the third elder's face, and the white dragons surrounding him who were even more silent.  The Bailong clan was at the end of its rope. At this moment, Garen suddenly raised his scepter.  "From today on, I am the leader of the clan. Who has any objections?" No one had any voice. The slightly stronger white dragons all left and abandoned the clan.  For a while, there was only the sound of wind and snow. ? ********** At the same time, underground in an abandoned church in the distant Central Empire.  A deep black shadow emerged from the ground and slowly penetrated into Leman's mouth, eyes, ears and nose.  Lehman's dragon body shook violently, but his eyes showed distortion, pain, and unwillingness.  But he always tried to persevere.  "Only by following the ancient will can you realize your final wish" Countless voices were speaking in his mind in countless languages.  Rayman¡¯s dragon body is rapidly turning black at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. It is not black like a black dragon, but black with no luster at all.  The fate of the world has gradually given rise to different people who have placed their trust in it.  And in dozens of other places, black shadows crazily invaded the bodies of different creatures.  ??Similarly, in the cracks in the void around the world, true spirit demon lords slowly step out one by one, and the invisible and transparent power of cause and effect slowly entangles and gathers on them.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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