Dragon Who Controls Time

One after another, figures with elemental auras around them followed closely behind.

They were all Arcanists who had been attracted by the news of the floating city.

As for the ordinary people ... Without Arcanists, they could only stay in the city and watch the Arcanists leave.

Garen also wanted to take a look at the floating city.

If nothing unexpected happened, the glorious Netheril Empire would have many majestic floating cities in the future. These were the foundation of their empire.

He loved to witness the progress of history and the rise and fall of civilization.

Soon, the Arcanists and Dragons arrived at their destination.

The nether mountains.

This was the largest mountain range in Netheril, named after Netheril. There were mountains that were thousands of meters tall, with undulating mountains and dense forests.

Now, many Arcanists had doubts in their hearts.

Why did éolmer bring them to this mountain range?

Could it be that the floating city was built in the mountains ...? Many Arcanists thought.

However, he soon got the answer to this question.

After flying for another ten minutes or so, ioram stopped.

A tall mountain that was about three thousand meters tall appeared in garen's vision.

The shape of this mountain was rather special.

It was not as rugged and steep as the other mountains. It was in the shape of a cone, with a huge circumference of hundreds of kilometers, and was decorated with green woods.

"What about the floating city?"

Garen asked as he looked around.

He didn't see any signs of a city.

With a proud expression on his face, éolmole pointed at the mountain closest to them and said, " "This is the place."

Garen was slightly stunned.

The group of Arcanists behind ioram and the silver Dragon were also stunned.

"Don't joke around. Where is it?"

Éolme looked at the mountain and smiled. I'm not joking. This is the floating city's vessel I've chosen.

As he spoke, the Grand Arcanist lowered his altitude and landed at the bottom of the mountain under everyone's gaze.

At the same time.

the magic net began to shake violently.

Countless elemental energies began to gather around ioram's body. It was already night time, but the countless elemental lights illuminated the place as if it was daytime.

In the midst of ioram's obscure and solemn chanting, garen could clearly feel that the magic net was a little overwhelmed.

Ka ka ka ... The magic net was breaking apart on a large scale.

This meant that the spell ioram was using was beyond level 9. Otherwise, it wouldn't have caused such pressure on the magic net.

But as usual, the moment the magic net broke, a strange energy repaired it-the goddess of magic. This God had been quietly repairing the magic net, and could be said to be very conscientious.

As time passed, the elemental light that filled the sky fell into ioram's right hand.

The light covered his palm and formed an extremely bright palm blade.

"What a dangerous feeling."

Garen looked at ioram's swishing palm blade, and felt a very dangerous aura from it.

This Grand Arcanist was getting stronger and stronger.

Immediately.

Under everyone's gaze, ioram raised his palm with a solemn expression and waved it cleanly at the bottom of the mountain that was thousands of meters tall.

Level 11 legendary arcane spell-mountain cutting.

This was a destructive and powerful spell that was developed on the basis of the 10-Circle Mountain-crushing spell. It had the fierce power to easily cut a mountain thousands of meters high from the bottom and could be used in battle.

The moment iolém chopped off his palm ...

Buzzzzzz!

There seemed to be a straight and sharp ray of light that flashed past the bottom of the mountain and extended to the horizon.

A moment later, there was no more movement.

I'm fine. ioram retracted his palm with a tired expression.

At this moment.

A strong gust of wind blew past, and the rows of thick trees around the mountain shook slightly. Then, with a series of rumbles, they began to fall at the same time, splashing a large amount of dust. At the place where the thick trees broke, an extremely sharp and smooth cut could be seen.

and ... The dense forest that surrounded the bottom of the mountain all showed signs of breaking.

The mountain itself did not seem to have changed.

However, garen knew that the connection between the mountain and the ground had been cut off.

"If this spell were to land on the enemy, tsk."

Garen lowered his head and looked at ioram. He felt that he should have a good chat with the Grand Arcanist after this. In the past twenty years, he must have developed a lot of powerful arcane spells.