Chapter 1284 When Dusk and Dawn Meet

Lao Mi has been a little irritable recently. He hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

Menil is a little devil who is annoying to dragons, even more annoying than his father and grandfather. Gladys, who dotes on her children, sincerely invites the dragon to be her child's preschool teacher.

After stopping the story of dragon history, Lao Mi casually gave a reason and took the young Silver Moon Dragon Hazareslevu to fly towards the Vast Ocean, which was considered a long-awaited stretch of muscles.

Hazareslevu didn't wake up for a long time. He was one of the first sleeping dragons awakened by the legendary dragon horn. When he closed his eyes, it was the darkest era of Caledor.

At first, he was miserable and thought that the dragon race was about to be destroyed, otherwise Caledor would not risk taboo means to awaken the dragon...

But the facts were countless times better than he expected. The legendary dragon horn was found, and the eternal curse of the Dragon Bone Wasteland gradually disappeared... The descendants of the old patriarch also became a new look.

Flying side by side with Minasnir over the sea, Hazardslev was several times thinner than the eldest, and soaring beside him seemed like a deformed child who had been abused since childhood.

But Hazardslev was already considered one of the strongest in the tribe, with towering spiked horns that were sharp and shiny, and sharp dragon teeth that had a steel-like luster.

There was still plenty of time, and Hazardslev didn't mind chatting with Minasnir to satisfy his curiosity.

"Minasnir... I heard from a certain Shining Star Dragon who didn't want to reveal his name that you only mastered the Wind of Agil during the battle of the Finnuval Plains, and then went to the Old World and became the old guy in the temple."

"What do you want to ask? I hate chattering little ghosts the most, whether they are elves or dragons."

Knowing the tragic experience of Old Min, Hazardslev turned around and seemed to be causing trouble.

"You are the only one in the tribe who has successfully returned to the ancient times, when the dragon was not infected by the wind of magic. Although no one wants to ask, the old guy never showed control over the wind of magic when he was sleeping in the temple.

And your situation seems a little strange. I have never seen a dragon with the ability to cast spells comparable to Slan."

"You are too young, so you are shallow." Minasnil didn't have the slightest idea of ​​answering directly. If he said it, it would be useless, so he just didn't say it.

"You are the same as Imrik, always hiding some key information."

"The truth is never something worth pursuing..." Minasnil said indifferently. When the Silver Moon Dragon wanted to ask more questions, he suddenly used gravity magic to sneak attack, reducing the speed while using the wind of heaven to operate the airflow on the sea surface, allowing the speed to increase rapidly.

"Compared to awakening magic ability, you should learn to fly first."

Hazerslev, who was filled with the torrent of air into his mouth, had difficulty breathing for a while, and could only curse the tribe leader for not being martial.

The dragon flew very fast, so fast that it arrived at the ark as the target point in just a few days and months.

The flagship of the Shadow King was a black ark captured from Nagarond, which was the largest piece of land after the shattering of Nagareth.

After countless Admirals Druzy committed evil and plundered on the sea, it finally returned to its true homeland.

With the blessing of the old woman and the unremitting design of a group of shadow mages, this ark named Raven can remain almost invisible while sailing.

Although this is incredible, this is the combination of magic and divine power... Among them, Belannar contributed a lot of constructive opinions, although the old wizard may have regarded it more as an experiment.

As the dragon approached, the tower that was originally scouting the movements on the sea surface immediately noticed the movements in the sky. The approach of the behemoth made the elves more vigilant.

After sensing that it was the Phoenix King's intimate mount, the ark gradually broke away from the shadows and flashed light in an open space on the left, guiding the landing position of the dragon.

The landing of the giant beast caused a huge dust storm, which covered the Phoenix King.

The arrival of Old Mi naturally gave Imrik the greatest confidence. No matter how big the difficulties were in the past, as long as Old Mi was there, they would definitely be solved.

If the problem was not solved, it must be because Old Mi was not there, or because Old Mi was slacking off. Which dragon can understand national policies and government affairs and take care of children? He is a model dragon.

"Your Highness Minasnir." Bokaqili greeted and walked towards his dragon partner Hazerslev. Without the help of his attendants, it was not easy to put on the dragon saddle...

And as the attendant of the Phoenix King, he still needed to put the dragon saddle on Old Mi. The clumsy look of the Nagarys elves was really worrying.

"Bokaqili, stop fiddling with your broken dragon saddle, take the dragon spear and set off immediately."

Imrik's scolding made Bokaqili more helpless. He opened his mouth and held the belt of the dragon saddle in his hand, looking very confused.

"But your majesty, without the assistance of the dragon saddle, it is difficult to hold the dragon spear, and..."

"No, just follow my instructions."

Bokakili turned his head and glanced at his dragon partner, only to find that the corners of his mouth kept pulling, obviously laughing.

The Flame Knights who usually acted arrogantly in Ulthuan did not dare to say a word when facing the real boss.

Seeing his partner looking at him, the Silver Moon Dragon comforted him: "Don't worry, the elves who once tamed Imrik also fought with a spear without a dragon saddle. You are definitely not inferior to him."

Imrik glanced at the Silver Moon Dragon, his eyes threatening death.

"Imrik" is an extremely sacred and important name in Caledor. It is the product of the translation of Dragon language into Elven language. It is the name of the first dragon that fought side by side with the elves.

This Silver Moon Dragon seems to be praising, but in fact it is sarcastic and stealing the concept.

Hazarslev shrank his head. Except for a few thorn-headed shining star dragons, almost all dragons are in awe of the Phoenix King. Standing next to him, they trembled all over like a dead old guy.

"Don't play tricks, the current matter is important..." Minasnil patted Hazarslev's head, warning him to be honest, and then lowered his head to look at the Shadow King beside him.

"Aris, how is the magic tower? Is it connected smoothly?"

The Shadow King stared at the center of the Ark, the magic tower built with countless energy stones, with a calm expression and coldness.

"The White Tower of Hoeth, the Far North Omen of Gorond, the Pyramid of the Stars in the South, the Great Temple of Itaza, the Altar of Sotek in the South... Once the time is right, at the intersection of dusk and dawn, you can use this ark as a spellcasting material."

The intersection of dusk and dawn is an extremely demanding astronomical phenomenon, but the opportunity has already appeared... (End of this chapter)