Chapter 157: Nine hundred years, the Dragon Feast Cult and the Emperor of the Empire!

The dragon head fell to the ground, and the red dragon showed a look of unwillingness and fear. In the end, the slender and beautiful silver dragon tore its body into pieces and cut off its dragon head.

The red dragon's body collapsed with a loud bang, and the spurting dragon blood dyed the earth all over.

In the town, Ignis revealed her true face and looked at the few people still alive in the town.

After thinking for a while, Ignis flapped her wings and flew into the sky. Her dragon breath seemed endless as she flew over the town. The silvery-white breath fell on the ground, almost freezing the entire town into an ice sculpture.

The few people who were still alive also completely lost their lives under the silver dragon's breath.

At this moment, the silver dragon that was breathing dragon breath paused, looked at the top of the mountain in the distance, let out a dragon roar, and quickly flew there.

When Ignis's dragon body appeared on the almost completely shattered mountain, all she saw was a vast expanse of white land.

Snowflakes were falling from the sky. The dragon lich was no longer there. Only the corpse of a huge silver dragon was lying in the snow.

A trace of lament appeared on Ignis's dragon head.

"Amos..."

She whispered her brother's name softly.

Silver Dragon has a family-loving nature, and Amos has always treated her well.

Even though due to the influence of the Dragon God, Amos' feelings towards his family are not pure, but as a brother and a silver dragon, Amos is qualified.

Her brother died, dying in the attempt to kill the dragon lich, and Ignis also let out a mournful dragon roar.

The breath of the evil dragon had almost dissipated, and only a faint smell remained on the body of Amos.

Ignis knew that it was Amos who finally sealed the dragon completely in his own body.

"You're a hero, Amos."

Ignis said softly.

The Silver Dragon spread her wings and flew again, looking for Deya and Mavis.

But apart from the corpse of a red dragon and many elves on this broken mountain, she did not find any other living creatures.

Ignis became anxious.

I flew around again, but still found nothing.

Silver Dragon tried to calm herself down, she fell to the ground and fell into thought.

If Deya and Mavis were dead, their bodies should be left behind. Even if their bodies were destroyed, it would be impossible for there to be no trace at all.

Even the dragon lich left behind a pile of ashes.

So, Deya and Mavis should not be dead?
So why did they disappear?

After thinking for a while, she closed her eyes and lowered her dragon head, as if she was praying.

After an unknown amount of time, the silver dragon opened its eyes again, looking much calmer.

"Teacher...Teacher, where are you?"

Suddenly, a child's panicked shout was heard from behind the dragon.

Ignis looked back and saw Raymond, wearing thin clothes and without even shoes, running to the top of the mountain.

In this snowfield created by Amos, Raymond was shivering with cold, but he still endured the pain and went up the mountain to look for Deya.

At this time, the only people alive on the island were Ignis and Raymond.

Raymond showed a look of fear when he saw the tall and graceful but still terrifying silver dragon in front of him.

Even though he knew that the silver dragon in front of him was the beautiful sister he had always seen before, Raymond was still afraid of the dragon's might.

The half-dragon mustered up his courage, walked up to the silver dragon, and asked through gritted teeth: "Have you seen my teacher?"

Raymond didn't know Ignis's name, it was dragon language, which he had not learned.

Ignis's huge dragon head shook slightly.

Raymond shuddered. He also saw the body of Amos. Such a powerful silver dragon died here. Could it be that the teacher...

Raymond's eagerness made him forget his fear. He asked in panic, "Could it be... Could it be that the teacher..."

Raymond didn't dare say the word.

Silver Dragon said in a pleasant and light voice: "He is not dead."

Raymond was overjoyed and asked hurriedly, "Where did the teacher go?"

"I don't know. He's missing."

Ignis was still as blank and indifferent as before, saying very little: "...You should leave here too."

After all,

Ignis no longer paid attention to the half-dragon. She flapped her wings vigorously, blowing up a gust of wind and snow. The huge dragon body disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Raymond wanted to shout something, but in the end he closed his mouth and watched the silver dragon fly away.

Ignis prepares to go to Dragon Island in the sky to find some dragons for help.

The dragon evil is sealed in the body of Amos, and his body must not be destroyed, so specific spells need to be used on his corpse.

Secondly, she also planned to find a dragon and completely seal the island to prevent anyone from discovering or approaching it.

A better way would be to take Amos' body away directly, but it is best not to move the body that is sealed with the dragon, and it is best to leave it where it is.

"They told me to leave too, but how can I leave here? Teacher, where have you been? Am I not smart enough and am I too slow in learning magic to disappoint you?"

Raymond talked to himself in a crying voice.

But he quickly shook his head, and stopped feeling sad. The teacher was not that kind of person. He had been teaching him seriously for nearly a month. He was a responsible and good teacher.

The teacher must have encountered something and left in a hurry without even saying goodbye to me.

Raymond still felt heavy in his heart.

Yinlong used the word "missing", which means the teacher might still be in danger.

"Could it be that the teacher was exiled? The teacher once told me about a similar spell."

"No matter what, I will study magic well. As long as I become stronger and master more spells, maybe I can find my teacher and find out what happened to him!"

"Maybe in two days, the teacher will come back on his own."

Raymond is a very strong man. Even when his mother died, he still wanted to make himself stronger to avenge his mother in his grief.

Yes, revenge!
His father, the dragon who deceived his mother is not here. He must find that dragon and kill him!

Also, the mother's sad death is related to these dragons.

Those evil dragons deserve to die. It was they who caused my mother’s death and my teacher’s disappearance!
The premise of all this is to become strong, stronger than the dragon!
Raymond made up his mind. He turned around and prepared to leave here first, return to the cave where he lived before, and then think about how to leave here and go to the outside world.

The stories his mother and teachers told him about the outside world filled him with anticipation, fear and worry.

Can I really adapt to life outside?

Raymond was daydreaming when he suddenly stepped on something.

He felt very clear in his bare feet.

He looked down and saw what looked like a book among the footprints in the snow.

Raymond loved books very much. He quickly squatted down, swept away the snow, and picked up a thick book from the ruins.

The cover of the book was made of metal. He brushed off the snow and turned it over curiously.

The contents inside are written in a special magic language.

Although he learned part of this language from his teacher, he did not learn it completely and could barely recognize some characters.

"Dragon...Crystal? How do you pronounce the second word? I have no idea."

Raymond scratched his head in distress.

However, based on the texts he already knew, he could roughly tell that this book should be an experimental log, which contained extremely detailed experimental steps and various data.

This experimental log should belong to that dragon lich.

Raymond subconsciously wanted to burn it, but in the end he thought about it and put it away.

The teacher said that knowledge is not wrong, the only thing wrong is the people who use this knowledge.

Although the dragon lich is not a good person, the knowledge it studies is not necessarily bad.

Holding the book, Raymond walked down the mountain and headed towards the cave on the cliff by the coast.

He was still looking forward to it in his heart. In fact, his teacher was still there, waiting for him in the cave, waiting for him to come back and teach him magic.

He hoped that as soon as he returned to the cave, he would hear the teacher's stern rebuke: "Why are you so slow to come back? Copy the theory I taught you ten times!"

Raymond shook his head. "No, no, no, the teacher won't speak so harshly. Well, there should be a lot of good things on the top of the mountain. I'll go over and look for them when I have time."

Raymond walked into the cave with anticipation, but disappointment followed.

There was no teacher inside.

But soon, Raymond found some books piled up in the corner.

He hurried over and saw a letter on the pile of books.

Raymond quickly opened the letter, which contained the words that Deya left for him.

The general meaning of the letter was that Deya left him all the spell books of necromancy from the first to the sixth ring, including some books on theoretical knowledge of magic.

This knowledge was enough for him to learn from an apprentice wizard to become a sixth-ring wizard.

After this, if he still wants to be promoted, he can only rely on himself.

Because all the necromancy spells that Deya currently masters are limited to these.

At the end of the letter, Deya encouraged Raymond, hoping that he would study hard, become an excellent wizard, and use magic to change his destiny.

The tears in the corners of my eyes couldn't stop flowing.

"Teacher, I promise you that I will become an excellent wizard!"

……

Nine hundred years later, in a mysterious area beneath the Narpo Empire Palace.

A middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous wizard robe woven with the holy emblem of Dragon Feast and with dragon-like features was standing in front of a bookshelf.

The books on the bookshelf are yellowed and worn. Although they are protected by magic, it can be seen that these books have been read countless times before being protected by the magic.

The contents of the books are all some low- and medium-level magical knowledge. For him, a master of magic, the knowledge in these books is not worth mentioning.

The wizard's hand gently swept across the covers of these books. No one was more familiar with these books than him. He had read each of them thousands of times in the past nine hundred years.

And to him, these books are items that hold extremely important memories, treasures that he has kept for nine hundred years.

The man seemed to come back to his senses from his reminiscence. He sighed and said, "I'm really getting old. I'm actually reminiscing about the past."

He muttered to himself and turned around. Behind him stood a person respectfully.

Anyone from the Narbo Empire would definitely recognize this person standing respectfully, because he is the emperor of the empire!

(End of this chapter)