A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The dragon's breath spread upon landing, destroying all living things on the ground.

The screams were expected, and so were the cries.

But none of these sounds lasted; the village was burned down, and finally, all was quiet.

The only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the fire burning wood.

The crackling sound was steady yet chilling.

This is just a dragon, just a dragon spewing a breath of air at random.

Without even using the concept, a village vanished in the blink of an eye.

Villages of the Black Iron race? Let alone Black Iron race villages, even Bronze race villages would meet the same fate under the Dragon's Breath.

Besides the dragon that escaped, several other dragons also went unpunished.

They are spreading terror across this continent.

Why did these dragons do this? There was no particular reason; they just did it on a whim.

They can choose not to unleash their dragon breath, or they can choose to do so.

It was nothing more than acting on impulse; that was the only reason those people died.

Life is cheap, incredibly cheap, in the face of racial disparities.

Nicol Bolas's "Fantasy Rift" did indeed take away most of the dragons.

However, only a few dragons remained.

To be honest, these dragons are enough to destroy Shouzhang City, a peripheral city of the Yundu Kingdom.

However, in any case, it's at least slower than the destruction caused by a swarm of dragons, isn't it?

Nicol Bolas hovered above Shouzhang City, knowing he wouldn't get involved in any more troublesome battles.

He didn't want to pay attention to the rampage of those young dragons.

Even if a village of Dark Iron golems dies, or several villages of Dark Iron golems die, Nicol Bolas Dragonbeard won't even bother to pick one off.

He will only focus on the matter of relocating Shouzhang City.

Nicol Bolas only preserved the entirety of the Black Iron species.

In other words, He was unwilling to let the death of a million Dark Irons cause Kapras to lose his balance, but He would not care about the lives of ten thousand Dark Irons.

“I am Nicholas. (Dragon language)” Nicholas transformed back into a dragon and chanted high above Shou Zhang City.

For Him, this was a long-awaited song.

However, this also indirectly proves how difficult it is to carry out large-scale, selective spell transfers.

"I come from this place, and I will lead all things to that place... (Dragon's language)"

Nicol Bolas chanted the spell in the Dragon Language. While it was indeed more convenient to communicate in the Common Language, as a dragon, casting spells in his native language was obviously more powerful.

These words, translated into common language, seem short, but Nicolaes spoke them slowly.

It takes a lot of time to pronounce almost every word and phrase.

As the chanting continued, a huge magic array surrounded Shouzhang City.

With such an obvious magic array, how could the people in Shouzhang City not notice it?

Even though it's nighttime, there will always be people working night shifts and people staying up all night in a city.

There are quite a few people who enjoy nightlife.

And all of them were watching the patterns passing under their feet.

From the air, the pattern of this magic circle is very intricate, but it becomes less obvious when magnified.

Therefore, many people cannot see the overall pattern, but only a wide stripe at the foot.

"What... what is this?" A drunkard by the roadside, his eyes still blurry, stared in confusion at the lines running under his legs, muttering incoherently.

"Uh, drunk? No, no, no, impossible, I'm not drunk." The drunk person pretended to be sober and said he wasn't drunk.

It's estimated that by tomorrow, he will have a blackout and think that everything he's seeing now is just an illusion.

"Hahaha, I'm not drunk." The drunk man, holding an empty bottle, chuckled foolishly under the streetlight.

Admittedly, this guy was drunk, but not everyone in Shouzhang City was drunk.

The guards on night patrol ran off in a panic.

"Something's happened! Something's happened!"

"The ground of Shouzhang City is glowing!!!"

"Quick, go get the captain!"

"Call the captain?! Go report to the city lord directly!"

The guards' conversations rose and fell, waking some of the sleeping people.

Many people rubbed their sleepy eyes, walked to the windowsill, and looked out the window, wanting to know what had happened.

And so, people realized—

Shouzhang City was surrounded by a magic array.

The ground was trembling slightly, as if there was an earthquake.

The night seemed to be torn apart, and particles were scattered around.

"Run! Ahhhhhh!!!" The timid people thought some kind of disaster was about to happen in Shouzhang City and started shouting.

"run..."

People tried to escape, but found that no matter where they ran, the vibrations continued, and no matter where they ran, they could see glowing patterns.

"Everyone to the shelter! Quickly!!!" However, some experienced guards calmed down and shouted in the street.

No matter what happens, the first thing to do is to call people to a shelter.

The shelter can withstand earthquakes, typhoons, and air raids.

Taking shelter during an earthquake? Yes, there's absolutely no problem with taking shelter during an earthquake.

A shelter is not simply an area hidden underground.

The refuge in the city of Kapras, a Black Iron race, was originally designed to protect against various natural disasters.

That is a precious design that has been preserved from ancient times.

Now all we can do is pray that it works.

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Countless orbs of light floated around Nicol Bolas, while multiple golden spheres were also in motion.

These spheres brought Him information from the ground, so Nicholas also knew how panicked the Dark Iron race was because of his magic.

He didn't care that his good intentions were being seen as sabotage, and continued singing.

"Give me some time, my allies," Nicol Bolas thought to himself as he chanted, narrowing his dragon eyes.

What He lacks now is time.

The goal of "Fantasy Rift" was never to wipe out all the young dragons in one fell swoop.

It was merely to imprison the two dragons that were the leaders.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king"—this principle applies to both higher and lower species. "Roar!!!!!!!!!" Upon regaining his senses after being teleported, Fu Qing roared.

His sharp gaze swept across the surrounding scenery.

The ground beneath Him was devoid of life, appearing as if it were a surface haphazardly piled up with mud.

The uneven ground looked as if it had been struck by various meteorites, making Fu Qing feel desolate.

Below is this vast land, but the view above is completely different.

There was no blue sky, but rather a blanket of darkness, yet this darkness was somehow different.

Because it shouldn't be this dark.

Countless stars dot the black curtain.

These stars, like the fruits in Fu Qing's own courtyard, shone with dazzling light.

The twinkling starlight could not dispel the darkness.

This darkness is so profound that it makes one understand that this is not darkness without light, but a blackness that has reached its extreme depths.

Even the light avoided this deep darkness.

Being in this place, I didn't feel any fear at all; instead, I felt a sense of dreamlike wonder.

Yes, it's probably only in dreams that one can reach such a dreamlike scene.

However, Fu Qing was certain that this was not a dream, but a real place, or rather, a "reality" that had been created.

As a dragon, it is impossible for Him to have His mind and judgment affected by Nicol Bolas's magic.

To make a silver-grade creature fall into a deep, inescapable illusion, that's something only a gold-grade creature can probably do.

"Roar!!!!" Fu Qing exhaled a blue dragon breath in a certain direction.

The dragon's breath was like a tornado mixed with green leaves, tearing through the air and even creating a deep trench in the ground from the aftershocks.

The direction from which Fu Qing unleashed his dragon breath appeared to be unobstructed, but the rapidly advancing dragon breath was "blocked" after a few seconds.

It's like there's a wall somewhere that's invisible to the naked eye.

Even Fu Qing's dragon eyes couldn't see anything transparent in that direction.

"As expected, it's a place with limited space." Fu Qing realized the nature of this place with just a simple breath of dragon's breath.

Nicolaes created a fantastical space that is boundless in the senses, but physically finite.

The two contradictory elements were forcibly combined.

It's not that there's a wall somewhere that becomes transparent; rather, it's that He is indeed in a boundless place, yet space is solidified.

It seems a bit hard to understand.

Fu Qing had not studied these things and could not explain the situation logically.

He simply figured out his current situation by relying on the Silver race's almost instinctive understanding of the nature of the world.

But how can He leave this place?

A locked room from which one cannot leave? Ridiculous, of course not for Him.

It was created using magic, so all that's needed is a little effort to dissipate the magic that sustains the spell.

The premise is that no one interferes with Him.

However, Fu Qing believed that Nicol Bolas would not have been unprepared.

That's the cunning Nicholas, the unorthodox dragon.

"So you've become Nicol Bolas's henchman, Zhiming?" Fu Qing stared at the giant tortoise lying motionless on the ground and said in a deep voice.

Although the giant tortoise's color was different from the land, its motionless form still made it appear as a small mountain.

Zhiming's size is like a moving building, even larger than the dragons.

Just standing there is intimidating.

However, even though he is of the Silver rank, Fu Qing will not be intimidated by his size.

Moreover, He and Zhiming knew each other.

Zhi Ming and Fu Qing are both native Silver-type beings from the Eastern Continent, and they both know some information about each other.

After all, there are quite a few famous silver-level individuals in the Eastern Continent, but not many.

Ladonka and some other young dragons came from other continents.

The original number can be counted on one hand.

“Hmm…hmm…thugs? No, I’m His ally.” Zhi Ming shook his head, denying Fu Qing’s statement.

His speech was as slow as ever, almost unbearably so.