"Habaser, you'd better not be exaggerating. You must know that I came here from another universe specially, and I also suspended some very important research."
"That's right! We all come here for the history, magical knowledge and technology of the creator race."
"As the first truly magical civilization in the continent of Faerûn, only the Saluk witch deserves our attention."
"What is going on with that concentrated energy source over the city? It seems to be being released?"
"No, it's not just being released, but it's already starting to have an impact on the temperature and environment of the entire Northland."
"Could this be the prototype of the famous eleven-ring spell [Marvin World Weaving] in the Netheril era? I remember that this magic also achieves the effect of changing temperature and even the environment by absorbing and releasing energy."
"It's possible. And this energy source is obviously of great research value."
"So where should we start? First interrupt the opponent's magic ritual, or first suppress the city and capture all the ancient lizard people who are resisting?"
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With the appearance of hundreds of legendary lichs from the Arcane Society, the scene immediately took on an atmosphere similar to an academic seminar.
It was as if in their eyes, Queen Mosala and her people, who had awakened from their slumber, had turned into fish meat on the chopping board to be slaughtered by themselves.
Especially General Taylor, who was a little nervous at first, now relaxed completely, and there was actually a hint of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at the giant snake statue in the center of the city in the distance.
Because he knew very well that in front of so many powerful legendary spellcasters, it didn't matter which creator race or ancient people you were, it didn't make much difference.
Even if these lichs are willing, they can directly turn the entire area covered by the city into a dead magic area temporarily.
By then, except for the goddess of magic Midnight, the goddess of night Shar, and the main elf god Corellon, even if the incarnations of other gods come, don't expect to be able to use any magic or divine spells.
Likewise, the ongoing magical ritual will also be interrupted.
The most important thing is that as a member of the top ranks of the imperial military, General Taylor is very aware of how terrifying and unscrupulous the core members of the Arcane Society are.
As long as you get Zuo Si's permission, you can even ignore laws and ethics and do some experiments that are quite explosive even in the eyes of the evil camp.
So in his eyes, from the moment this group of lichs arrived, the entire city had been sentenced to death.
What awaits those lizardmen will be a fate more terrible than death.
"Ahem——
Everyone, please stay quiet.
I know that you are very interested in the Saruk witches and the ancient civilization they created.
I'm actually just as excited and excited as you are.
But right now we still have many problems to deal with.
Including suppressing the energy source emitting light and heat above the head to prevent it from further causing devastating damage to the existing ecological environment of the entire Northland.
In addition, there is also the need to capture as many ancient lizardmen alive as possible, obtain corresponding magical knowledge and technology from various books, buildings and creations, and find out the truth of that lost history.
This is a rather complex and huge workload.
I think we should make a good overall plan to prevent unnecessary damage."
Habaser Delin took the initiative to stand up and issue an initiative to these colleagues who, like him, were loyal to Zuo Si for the sake of knowledge.
Because once you enter the inner circle, there is basically no clear distinction between superiors and subordinates. The identities and statuses of lichs are equal to each other.
This means that if you don’t want to let them do whatever they want, the best way is to divide labor and cooperate.
The premise is that all research results are shared, allowing everyone to engage in the areas they are best at.
Soon, hundreds of legendary lichs began to divide the city into several areas without anyone noticing, and then started exploring in groups of three to five people, collecting everything they thought was valuable.
If you encounter an ambush by a lizard man, just throw a control magic at it, and then with the help of the imperial army and the summoned servants, drag them all to a large building you just occupied and lock them up.
After a while, these poor guys were sent to the dissecting table to have their intestines cut open and their skulls already split in the middle to reveal the brains and brain matter inside.
During this process, the victim can clearly feel the heinous and extreme pain.
But under the influence of various potions and magic, even wanting to die quickly became a luxury for them. They could only watch these madmen, whom they regarded as a "lowly slave race", discussing ancient times with great interest.
Differences in body structure and ancestry between lizardfolk and modern lizardfolk.
In order to prove his guess, a slightly pudgy lich directly cut off an area of the brain near the nerve center.
This directly caused an ancient lizard man to twitch violently and uncontrollably, and eventually went completely crazy because he could not bear the torture.
bloody!
cruel!
Cold!
There is no sympathy or bottom line!
The madness to explore the unknown and pursue knowledge and truth made Erin Zhende feel a biting chill when she witnessed all this for the first time.
Although he was not a victim lying on the autopsy table, he still felt involuntary fear in his heart.
In his eyes, the lichs of the Arcane Order were much more insane than the group of lizardmen who claimed to be the creator race.
After all, the latter simply wants to restore the environment to a level suitable for their own survival, and it is understandable to do so from the other party's standpoint.
But what the former shows is contempt for all life.
"General, are you sure you're going to let them take over everything?" Erin Zhende asked cautiously.
General Taylor sneered and asked: "Otherwise?
Do you think I have the ability to stop hundreds of legendary lichs from doing what they want to do?
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What I have to do is cooperate with them to complete the mission assigned by His Majesty the Emperor, while ensuring that Neverwinter will not be destroyed in this disaster.
And if I were you, I wouldn't have even the slightest sympathy for my enemies.
Don't forget, these damn lizards are going to melt the great glaciers in the Far North, causing sea levels to rise and flood all coastal port cities.
For this alone they deserve to die ten thousand times."
Erin Zhende lowered his head and sighed helplessly: "Oh - well, maybe you are right. I really shouldn't sympathize with these lizard people. They all deserve their punishment."
Upon hearing this, General Taylor immediately nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, it's best if you think so.
Remember, the empire does not rule as weakly as Lord Nasir, and it treats its enemies without mercy.
Even if there were no such lichs, I would order them all to be driven out and no one left alive, including even young children who have no ability to resist.
Because kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
Moreover, the list of subjects that the empire can accept has never included races like lizardmen and snakemen.
Unless His Majesty the Emperor changes his mind, we will kill as many people as are not on the list who dare to appear within the empire."
As the last word blurted out, General Taylor raised his leather boots and crushed a lizard-man egg with a bang. The already-formed baby inside was trampled into a mess of blood and flesh on the spot.
At this moment, Aerion Zhende finally understood why monsters almost never attacked towns and villages in areas under the direct control of the empire in the south, and even their appearance near roads was extremely rare.
It's not that all the monsters in the mountains and forests disappeared, but that the tribes who dared to do this were basically killed.
In order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, the remaining monster tribes can only continue to retreat to wild lands far away from civilization. The lack of food will continue to reduce their numbers, and eventually they will completely lose their threat or simply die out.
The biggest benefit of this seemingly cold and cruel policy is that it has expanded the radiation range of civilization and made previously unsafe places safer. Many previously uncultivated lands can now be developed with confidence and boldness, and the bridges between towns and villages
Trade also became more frequent.
Thinking of these, Erin Zhende finally realized that he had read a description of the West Coast Empire in a new book not long ago.
"The root cause of the empire's unprecedented prosperity and strength is that all subjects must obey the emperor's will, and the occupation of the living space of the inhabitants of the wild world during the expansion process."
There is no doubt that the Empire has never been benevolent or even neutral, but has been a highly centralized government ruled by tyrants.
The only difference is that Zuo Si, who has unlimited resources, does not need to constantly plunder the people's wealth to satisfy his own selfish desires and maintain an army sufficient to suppress all resistance like other tyrants.
When huge amounts of wealth no longer just satisfy the selfish desires of the upper ruling class, but continue to flow among the middle and lower classes, the lives of ordinary people will naturally improve and prosperity will follow.
Therefore, any form of economic problems is essentially the result of the uneven distribution of wealth at the social level.
And Zuo Si used a very simple and crude method, that is, to make himself a being above everything else, to force high taxes on the rich through the intimidation of overwhelming force, and to force families exceeding a certain size to split up from within.
, ensuring that overly powerful interest groups are never formed.
Just when Erin Zhende gradually understood the deepest operating logic and essence of the empire, far away in the huge temple in the center of the city, the queen of the lizardmen, Mosala, had stopped studying the energy stone above her head.
Guiding, was walking around anxiously in the center of the huge magic circle.
Because not long ago, she received severe interference from the outside world and could not enter the state of concentration for casting spells.
To be precise, as soon as you start controlling the energy stone, you will immediately feel a splitting headache.
As a powerful arcane spell caster, Mosala knew very well that this must be the fault of the invaders outside, but he had no good countermeasures and could only place his hope on the assassin team he sent out.
About a few minutes later, a male lizard man covered in blood quickly ran in from outside, knelt on the ground with a plop and reported in a trembling voice: "I'm extremely sorry, Her Majesty, we failed."
"What? Failed! Didn't I give you that treasure specifically for spell casters? Didn't it work?" Mosala asked sharply.
"It did work. It even made all surrounding enemies lose their ability to cast spells. But...but even without magic, they still easily killed everyone else in the team except me."
The male lizard man prostrated himself on the ground and shivered, not daring to raise his head to look into the Queen's fierce and sharp eyes.
"Are you trying to tell me that you, a group of elite warriors and assassins, actually failed to defeat a group of mages in close combat?"
Mosala's voice suddenly rose an octave, and even the guards standing at the door of the temple could feel her overwhelming anger.
"Your Majesty the Queen, we cannot be blamed for our incompetence.
But those enemies are simply too powerful.
The weapons in our hands cannot penetrate the opponent's robes and skin at all.
But with just a touch, our people turned into frozen, dry corpses."
The male lizard man tried his best to defend himself.
Unfortunately, Mosala obviously didn't believe a word of it. He picked up the unfortunate guy from the ground and dragged him to the giant snake statue not far away. He pulled out the dagger and inserted it directly into his neck, and then piled it all down.
Throw it into a pit of bones.
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The poor male lizard man screamed and fell down, and was eventually pierced by sharp vertical ribs and died.
From the mountains of bones of the same kind piled up around it, it is easy to tell that this is a place where cruel human sacrifices were held.
According to the religious description of the Saluk shaman, this race is very keen on sacrificing human beings to the god they believe in - the giant snake of the universe.
In the early days of civilization, the main sacrifices they offered were themselves, that is, the Saluk witches themselves.
The selected sacrifice will receive treatment equivalent to that of a royal member for a period of time, and can enjoy everything they can until the day of sacred sacrifice.
Later, perhaps with the advancement of their ideological and moral standards, they began to gradually stop the barbaric behavior of sacrificing their own kind, and instead used the created scaly reptile slaves such as lizardmen and snakemen as sacrifices.
Some scholars even believe that the reason why the Saluk witch created these races is to let them become new sacrifices on their behalf.
Obviously, these lizardmen who are suspected of usurping the name of Saluk Witch and Snake have also inherited this barbaric and cruel religious living sacrifice. The pile of bones in the deep pit under the altar is the best proof.
After killing the useless trash, Mosala immediately asked his cronies not far away: "How long will it take for those invaders to get here?"
The latter answered without thinking: "It won't take more than an hour at most, Your Majesty. Their army is very powerful, even more powerful than we imagined. They can no longer find the slightest bit of cowardice and humility they had when they were slaves."
."
"Damn it! I didn't expect that the slaves who were so insignificant back then have now become the biggest stumbling block to our plan to re-emerge."
When saying these words, Mosala's tone revealed strong regret and annoyance.
If she had known that something like this would happen, she would have killed all the slaves in the territory before falling into a deep sleep.
"What should we do now? Activate our last trump card to buy time?"
The expression on the confidant's face instantly became extremely serious.
Mosala was obviously hesitant, but after careful consideration, he nodded: "Okay, let's start. The descendants of those slaves know our intentions, and now there is no way out and we can only make a desperate move."
"As you wish!"
The confidant put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then turned around and walked out of the magnificent temple, stood in front of the giant snake statue and activated the stone sundial.
In a blink of an eye!
A curtain of shining colorful lights enveloped the central area of the city.
All the Steel Velociraptor Dragoons that broke into this area disappeared without a trace in an instant.
When the surrounding companions saw this situation, they immediately rushed in to rescue, but they themselves disappeared after a flash of white light.
"What's going on? What happened?"
General Taylor, who saw this scene through the crystal ball, couldn't help but stood up and asked.
Habaser squinted his eyes to observe carefully and cast several prophecy spells, and then responded in an uncertain tone: "It seems to be some kind of magic barrier."
"Of course I know it's a magic barrier. But what is its function? Why did all my soldiers disappear after entering?"
General Taylor was obviously not satisfied with this answer.
"Wait a minute! I'm going to confirm it up close."
Habaser obviously knew that the answer he gave was basically nonsense, so he immediately activated the teleportation magic and came to a place only ten meters away from the barrier.
At this moment, more than twenty lichs from the Arcane Society have arrived at the scene, and behind them there is a legion of one hundred spellcasters composed of mages and warlocks.
After a brief exchange, a high-level mage took the lead in chanting a spell and fired a nine-ring disintegration shot at the edge of the barrier.
As the nemesis of all magic items and large-scale spell effects, the Great Disintegration can terminate, at least temporarily, the effect of magic wards and mythical locks within a certain range.
But what is strange is that when the Great Disintegration took effect, the curtain of light only flickered for a moment, but it did not collapse because of it.
This undoubtedly immediately aroused the curiosity of all mages and warlocks.
Immediately afterwards, someone else came forward and tried anti-magic force fields, advanced disenchantment rituals, etc., but the results were no different.
In the end, a lich who specialized in the change system was the first to notice something and immediately released the nine-ring time stop he had prepared in advance.
moment!
Hourglasses and clocks of different sizes appeared densely on the originally inconspicuous light curtain.
Out of curiosity, he walked closer and gently touched one of them.
The next second the hourglass burst into dazzling light, and another scene of the area appeared on the surface.
I saw a few Iron Velociraptor Dragoons being tightly bound in place by the invulnerable golem and a team of lizardman mages, trying to read their thoughts and memories through magic.
But unfortunately, before they could succeed, the completed steel raptor mount spewed out black glittering oil from its body and began to infect all surrounding creatures.
Even the golem, which was immune to magic and physical attacks from levels one to nine, fell to the ground, struggling and twitching.
From the clothing of the lizard men, as well as the large number of human slaves and dwarf slaves around them, it is not difficult to tell that this should be the ancient era tens of thousands of years ago before they fell into sleep.
Just when the Lich wanted to collect more information, the effect of stopping time ended, and the whole person instantly exited that wonderful state.
After everything returned to normal, he excitedly shouted: "I know!
These enchantments are not magic enchantments in the ordinary sense, but time enchantments.
All the people who were swallowed up and disappeared did not disappear, but returned to a certain time period in the past or future.
These lizardmen, who claim to be the creator race, have somehow mastered the ability to travel through time."
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Because according to the records handed down from the era of Netheril, time travel has long been banned by the first generation of magic goddess, and even the legendary dragon species Time Dragon cannot go back to the past or go to the future in Toril.
"Are you sure you read that correctly?"
Habaser's tone revealed unparalleled shock and disbelief.
"I swear on my own phylactery that there is absolutely no lie. If you don't believe it, you only need to cast a time stop and touch the barrier to find out what's going on."
The lich swore a guarantee.
The words have not yet been spoken!
All those who remembered the time-stopping magic today began to chant the spell in unison, and then one by one entered the black and white time-accelerating torrent, using the hourglass and clock on the barrier to peek into the past and future of this area.
certain fragments.
As a result, when time stopped and all ended, the lichs including Habaser lost their ability to speak and stared at each other, not knowing how to express what they saw.
After all, time is originally a very abstract thing.
Due to the prohibition by the first-generation goddess of magic, spellcasters in Faerûn did not study time in depth.
Not to mention time travel, even truly stopping time requires legendary spells.
Moreover, there are no more than four mortals in Faerûn who know and can cast this spell.
About five or six minutes later, everyone recovered from the brief shock. Tyrantir was the first to question: "How on earth did they use the power of time to form a protective barrier? Under normal circumstances, this kind of time
The disturbance will inevitably alarm the Magic Goddess, and then be banned from the source."
"Perhaps it is the function of some powerful artifact in ancient times? Perhaps at that time, the first-generation goddess of magic had not completely banned time travel, so this artifact can avoid existing rules?"
Another lich expressed his guess in an uncertain tone.
"Since time travel is possible, why do they have to sleep for tens of thousands of years? Why not just go back to the past or go to a time in the future when the environment is suitable for their survival?"
Another lich raised an objection.
For a time, the core members of the Arcane Society expressed their opinions one after another, and even quarreled over some opposing views.
While everyone was arguing about this time barrier, an octopus head with six tentacles suddenly appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a dwarf little lolita with white twin tails.
The appearance of the former immediately aroused the vigilance of the lich.
Because the psychic powers of this enhanced and upgraded version of the Mind Flayer are so powerful that the reality around the body is slightly distorted.
However, the Soul Eater ignored the reactions of the lichs and directly opened his mouth and said in Common Language: "The magic props used by Queen Mosala for time travel are called sundial and time crystal.
The former was created by a secret organization among the Saluk witches. They later also created the famous Cosmic Serpent Skin, which is now known as the Netherese Scroll.
The time crystal is another powerful artifact.
No one knows where it came from. The only record is that there was once a mysterious being who claimed to know the past, present and future, and he randomly threw it in front of Mosala.
It was with these two things that she transformed from a slave into a great monarch who led the ancient lizard people to break their shackles and establish civilization.
Although sundials and time crystals can indeed achieve time travel to a certain extent while avoiding the perception of the goddess of magic, they need to follow a series of strict rules.
For example, you cannot bring anything from the past back to the present or future, and for example, it only has an effect on the holder itself.
Therefore, Mosala cannot lead her people back to the past or to the future through time travel.
Even she herself does not dare to go to the future easily.
Because that means having to give up everything you carry, even the time crystal in your hand.
The only thing Mosala can do is peek into the future and then prepare in advance to wake up at a specific time and launch her plan."
These words immediately confused all the lichs, mages, and warlocks present.
Many people even think that this is a complete fantasy and has no credibility at all.
Only Habaser frowned and asked: "Who are you? Why do you know these secrets?"
The Soul Eater replied in an emotionless tone: "Me? My name is Ymir. But before becoming what I am now, I swallowed the memory, personality and soul of a person. His name is Mag.
Rem.”
"What?!"
Habaser was stunned for a moment.
Because he knew that this name was the biggest mastermind behind the Neverwinter incident besides Queen Mosala.
But he got away with it when ambushing Aribes, and was caught by Zuo Si.
Later, Magrim disappeared completely.
Habaser always thought that this guy had been dealt with, but he never expected that he was actually sent to be transformed into a Soul Eater.
"You seem surprised?"
The Soul Eater who called himself Ymir waved his tentacles and showed a creepy smile.
Habaser quickly shook his head: "No, I'm just a little surprised that Mr. Soth would actually send a Soul Eater to help. If you don't mind, can you tell us how to destroy this time barrier?"
"Sorry, no one, including me, can do this.
Because if you want to destroy the barrier, you first need to find a sundial or a time crystal.
But both of these things should be in the hands of Queen Mosala.
That is, in the temple on the other side of the barrier."
As he spoke, Ymir turned his attention to the ever-changing huge building on the other side of the light curtain.
"Doesn't that mean that we can only watch the other party release the power of the energy source and change the climate environment of the entire Northland and even Faerûn?"
There was strong reluctance in Tyrantir's tone.
Not only him, but other core members of the Arcane Society had similar reactions.
They have already been to other time, space and even universes, and their knowledge and horizons have been completely opened. They all have high self-esteem in their hearts, how could they accept such a reality of incompetence and rage.
At this moment, Chromie, the bronze dragon who was following Ymir, finally spoke.
"No, of course I'm not just watching. Haven't you noticed that something is missing since those dark elves attacked Neverwinter Castle?"
"What's missing?"
Tyrantir showed a puzzled expression at first, then his eyes instantly lit up, and he subconsciously shouted a name.
"Albus Dumbledore! This guy has never been seen again after exposing the drow."
Chromie raised the corners of his mouth and playfully raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Yes, that's him. Now he is probably looking for the sundial and time crystal in the barrier. So let us wait patiently for a while."
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At the same time, inside the time barrier, the principal is embarking on an unprecedented adventure.
Because after intruding in, he had discovered that he had entered some extremely chaotic time flow.
Every time you advance a certain distance, the surrounding environment and scenery will change drastically. Sometimes the building looks new and there are various decorative plants and flowers, and sometimes there is only a broken eaves and broken wall.
What's even more incredible is that people who can be seen one second will disappear the next second.
That unparalleled stimulation put Dumbledore's spirit in a high state of excitement.
After getting rid of a huge reptile that was chasing him and biting him, he quickly hid behind a wall and breathed heavily. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks and couldn't help but smile and sigh: "The goddess of magic.
This is much more interesting than the time converter.
No wonder that when he was in school, Soth always scorned Voldemort, Death Eaters and dark wizards.
Being able to adventure in such a world until death comes is simply the greatest gift to people like me.
Now, let me see how far we are from that place."
After that, Dumbledore poked out half of his head to look at the huge snake-shaped statue in front of the temple in the distance, and immediately saw the sundial standing under the statue.
Even though this thing is made of stone, he can still see the dazzling aura blooming from it with his blessed arcane vision.
There is no doubt that this is one of his ultimate goals on this adventure.
As long as the sundial can be turned off and the time barrier disappears, the imperial army from outside and the lichs of the Arcane Order will rush in and capture the lizard queen and her followers.
By then, no matter what secrets are hidden in this city, they will be completely revealed.
Dumbledore himself can also obtain a variety of knowledge, technology and magic items that he is interested in.
The most important thing is that the old lover Gellert Grindelwald can also get an invitation to come to this world, reconnect with each other and enjoy a wonderful life together, and fulfill all the dreams that were not realized when they were young.
With infinite expectations and longing for the future life, even in the face of danger that may lead to death, he still had a faint smile on his face and rushed out without hesitation.
The next second...
A giant creature that was more than ten meters tall and covered with hard scales appeared out of thin air.
It has a snake-like head and body, but its upper body has two arms, and a pair of bat-like wings on its back. Its yellow vertical pupils are dotted with green spots, and the cracks between the scales on its head and back show burning flames.
It's so orange that you can feel the blood in your veins coagulating just by being stared at.
The giant snake of the universe?
No!
wrong!
If it were a giant snake, it wouldn't have arms or wings.
This is more like an intermediate state between the giant serpent of the universe and the snake-man god Myershok.
A large amount of relevant information instantly appeared in Dumbledore's mind.
Although the lizardmen in Faerûn today generally believe in the weak divine power of Samuel, this god was born relatively late.
In ancient times, the lizard people should have believed in the giant snake of the world together with their creator and master, the Saruk shaman, or they may have believed in the snake-man god Mershok and his face Seth who were born later.
After all, compared to the snake people who took over the Mershok Empire from the Saluk Witch, the lizard people were freed from slavery in a much shorter time.
They were even enslaved by the snakemen for a long time before finally gaining freedom.
So if Queen Mosala came from tens of thousands of years ago, then the gods she believed in and worshiped should be the Great Serpent of the Universe and Mershok, or something in between.
You must know that the division and evolution of gods also have a gradual process, and they are not suddenly divided into two like the goddess of fate who was calculated.
"Mortal, are you traveling in time?"
The huge snake-shaped figure opened its mouth and asked with a half-smile.
"Yes, great god. I am being forced to move forward in the turbulent flow of time, intending to close the barrier covering this area."
Dumbledore put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.
He obviously knew that lying to the gods was pointless and extremely stupid, so he made his intentions clear.
The giant snake chuckled and nodded: "Haha, you are honest, which is very good, because I like honest mortals. But please give me another reason to let you go. After all, the people you are trying to destroy are my believers.
"
"I don't have any special reason, I just want to complete the task. After all, these believers of yours intend to release the energy stone to create a terrible environmental disaster, and countless cities and mortal races will usher in the end of the world."
After saying these words, Dumbledore began to observe the surrounding environment with the corner of his eyes, trying to find the entrance to the next time stream.
After all, no matter whether the huge figure in front of him is an incarnation or a projection, it is definitely not something he can handle.
"Disaster? Ah! I know, Mosala is trying to rejuvenate her kingdom by changing the future. She is such a crazy and bold guy, I even admire her courage."
It only took the giant snake less than a second to figure out everything that happened in this area, and there was a hint of emotion in his tone.
Just when he was about to say something, Dumbledore instantly activated the phantom in the magic storage ring, directly crossed the distance of fifty meters and disappeared into the flow of time without a trace.
This scene immediately made the giant snake look dumbfounded, muttering to himself: "Did I choose to run away because I was afraid? But it doesn't matter, I can't do anything anyway. As for Mosala, she has already made her decision
After making your own choice, the next step is to bear the consequences of this choice.”
Dumbledore, who jumped into the new time stream on the other side, didn't feel much better.
Although there was no threat from the gods, they were besieged by a group of beholders. In desperation, they could only continue to consume magic equipment and scrolls to dodge and escape.
He finally managed to escape when he passed through a stone pillar.
And after entering the next time stream, there is only the last sixty meters away from the destination.
He even saw the strange light blooming from the sundial, as well as the crystal column inserted on it that exuded amazing power.
But the fatal thing was that because he was exposed on the street without any cover, Dumbledore was directly discovered by the guard at the door.
The latter immediately started shouting in a language he couldn't understand, and then a group of heavily armed lizardmen rushed out from nearby.
Out of a subconscious first reaction, the principal drank a bottle of invisibility potion and planned to use the effect of invisibility to hide first.
But he obviously underestimated the magical abilities of these lizard people.
A lizard man holding a staff just chanted a syllable, and the invisibility magic effect disappeared instantly.
"Well, it seems I have to do something serious."
Realizing that he couldn't take any chances, Dumbledore simply didn't run away. He took out a sealed container and threw it on the ground in the square at the entrance of the temple.
Bang!
With the impact, the seal above was instantly broken.
Immediately afterwards, a ball of flame rose directly into the sky and continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Several lizardfolk mages tried to extinguish the flames.
As a result, all the spells were engulfed in flames the moment they approached, and then became even larger, burning everything around them crazily.
"Damn! What the hell is this?"
A lizard mage asked his companions nervously.
The latter also shook his head seriously: "Don't ask me, I don't know either. Anyway, it's definitely not an ordinary flame, but an unknown magical flame. I used dispel magic, but it didn't do anything.
Effect."
It is not difficult to tell from the conversation between the two that they have not mastered spells like anti-magic force field and big rupture that can suppress all magic effects.
the reason is simple!
In the era they lived in, the people who invented these two spells and their eighteen generations of ancestors no longer existed.
And what Dumbledore released was the fire that was famous on the magical earth.
To deal with this thing, one must either use a wide range of magic to suppress it, or directly seal it, otherwise it will be basically hopeless once it spreads...