"Habaser, you better not exaggerate. You know, I came all the way from another universe, and I even suspended some very important research."

"That's right! We are all here for the history, magical knowledge and technology of the creator race."

"As the first truly magical civilization in Faerun, only the Saruk witch is worthy of our attention."

"What's going on with that concentrated energy source above the city? It seems to be being released?"

"No, it's not just being released, but it's already starting to affect the temperature and environment of the entire Northland."

"Could this be the prototype of the famous eleventh-level spell of the Netheril era, the Marvin Worldweaving? I remember that this magic also achieves the effect of changing the temperature and even the environment by absorbing and releasing energy."

"It's possible. And this energy source is obviously very valuable for research."

"So where should we start? Should we interrupt the other party's magic ritual first, or should we suppress this city and capture those ancient lizardmen who are resisting?"

…

With the appearance of hundreds of legendary liches from the Arcane Mystic Society, the scene immediately took on an atmosphere similar to that of an academic seminar.

It was as if in their eyes, Queen Mosala and her people, who had awakened from their slumber, had become fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at their will.

Especially General Taro, who was a little nervous at first, now relaxed completely, and there was even a hint of sympathy in his eyes as 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, no matter whether you were a creator race or an ancient people, it didn't make much difference.

Even if these liches are willing, they can directly turn the entire area covered by the city into a dead magic zone temporarily.

By then, except for the magic goddess Midnight, the night goddess Shar, and the elven god Corellon, even if the incarnations of other gods come, don't expect to use any magic or divine arts.

Likewise, the magical ritual in progress will be interrupted.

Most importantly, as a member of the Imperial military's top brass, General Taro knew very well how terrifying and unscrupulous the core members of the Arcane Mystic Society were.

As long as they get Zuo Si's permission, they can even ignore the law and ethics and conduct some experiments that are quite explosive even in the eyes of the evil camp.

So in his eyes, from the moment these liches arrived, the entire city had been sentenced to death.

What awaits those lizardmen will be a fate more terrible than death.

“Ahem—

Everyone, please keep quiet.

I know you are very interested in the Sarrukh and the ancient civilization they created.

I am actually as excited and thrilled as you are.

But right now we still have a lot of problems to deal with.

This includes suppressing the energy source above the head that emits light and heat to prevent it from further causing devastating damage to the existing ecological environment of the entire North.

In addition, the goal is to capture as many ancient lizardmen as possible, obtain the corresponding magical knowledge and technology from various books, buildings and creations, and find out the truth about that lost history.

This is a very 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 make an appeal to his colleagues who, like him, were loyal to Zuo Si for the sake of knowledge.

Because once you enter the core circle, there is basically no clear distinction between superiors and subordinates, and the identities and status of the liches are equal.

This means that if you don't want to let them do whatever they want, the best way is to divide the work and cooperate.

With all research results shared as a prerequisite, everyone can work in the areas they are best at.

Soon, hundreds of legendary liches began to divide the city into several areas without paying attention to others, and then began to explore in groups of three to five, collecting everything they thought was valuable.

If you encounter an ambush by Lizardmen, just cast a control spell on them, and then with the help of the Imperial Guards and summoned servants, drag them all to a large building that you have just occupied and lock them up.

After a while, these poor guys were sent to the dissecting table to be disemboweled, and their skulls had been split open in the middle to reveal the brain and brain matter inside.

During this process, the victim can clearly feel the outrageous and extreme pain.

But under the effects of various potions and magic, even wanting to die quickly has become a luxury for them. They can only watch these lunatics, whom they regard as a "lowly slave race", discussing with great interest the differences in body structure and bloodline between ancient and modern lizardmen.

In order to prove his guess, a slightly short and fat lich directly cut off an area of ​​the brain close to the nerve center.

This directly caused one of the ancient lizardmen to have uncontrollable and violent convulsions, and he eventually went completely crazy because he could not endure the torture.

Bloody! Cruel!

Cold!

There was no sympathy or bottom line! The madness of exploring the unknown and pursuing knowledge and truth made Aerien Zhende, who witnessed it for the first time, feel a chill to the bone.

Even though he was not a victim lying on the dissection table, he still couldn't help feeling fear in his heart.

In his eyes, the liches of the Arcane Mystic Society were much more insane than those 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 there is nothing wrong with doing so from their perspective.

But the former shows contempt for all life.

"General, are you sure you want to let them take over everything?" Arian Zhende asked cautiously.

General Taylor sneered and asked, "What else?

Do you think I have the ability to stop hundreds of legendary liches from doing what they want? Moreover, only a powerful spellcaster can stop the increasingly hot energy source above my head.

All I have to do is to cooperate with them to complete the task assigned by His Majesty the Emperor, and at the same time ensure that Neverwinter will not be destroyed in this disaster.

And if I were you, I wouldn't have even the slightest bit of sympathy for my enemies.

Don't forget, these damn lizards are going to melt the huge glaciers in the Far North, causing the sea level to rise and submerge all coastal port cities.

For this alone they deserve to die a thousand times."

Airen Zhende hung his head and sighed helplessly: "Well - okay, maybe you are right, I really shouldn't sympathize with these lizardmen, they all deserve it."

Hearing this, General Taylor immediately nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, it's best if you think so.

Remember, the Empire's way of ruling is not as soft as Lord Nasir, and it never shows mercy to its enemies.

Even if there were no liches, I would have ordered them to be wiped out without a single one left alive, even children who had no ability to resist.

Because being kind to your enemies is being cruel to yourself.

Moreover, the list of subjects that the empire can accept has never included races such as lizardmen and snakemen.

Unless His Majesty changes his mind, we will kill as many people as possible who are not on the list as dare to appear in the empire."

As the last word came out of his mouth, General Taro raised his leather boot and crushed a lizardman egg with a bang. The already formed baby inside was crushed into a pool of blood and flesh on the spot.

At this moment, Arian Zhende finally understood why in the southern region directly governed by the empire, there had almost never been any monster attacks on towns and villages, and even their appearances near roads were extremely rare.

It’s not that all the monsters in the mountains and forests disappeared, but that the tribes that dared to do so were basically killed completely.

In order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, the remaining monster tribes can only retreat to the wild lands far away from civilization. The lack of food will cause their numbers to continue to decrease, 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, making those originally unsafe places safe. Many lands that were previously uncultivated can now be safely and boldly developed, and trade between towns and villages has become more and more frequent.

Thinking of this, Arian Zhende finally realized that he had read the description of the West Coast Empire in a new book not long ago.

"The root of the empire's unprecedented prosperity and strength is that all subjects must obey the will of the emperor, and the expansion process squeezes the living space of the residents of the wild world."

There is no doubt that the Empire was never benign or even neutral, but was a highly centralized government ruled by a tyrant.

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 capable of suppressing 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 problem is essentially the result of uneven distribution of wealth at the social level.

Zuo Si used a very simple and crude method, which was to make himself above everything else. Through the threat of overwhelming force, he imposed high taxes on the rich and forced families exceeding a certain size to split up internally, to ensure that no interest groups that were too powerful would ever be formed.

Just as Arian Zhende gradually comprehended 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 guiding the energy stone on her head and was walking back and forth anxiously in the center of the huge magic circle.

Because not long ago, she was severely disturbed by the outside world and was unable to concentrate on 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 spellcaster, Mosala knew very well that this must be the work of the invaders outside, but he had no good countermeasures and could only pin his hopes on the assassin team he sent out.

A few minutes later, a male lizardman covered in blood ran in from outside, knelt on the ground, and reported in a trembling voice: "I am very sorry, Your Majesty, we failed."

"What? Failed! Didn't I give you the treasure that was specifically designed for spellcasters? Didn't it work?" Mosara asked harshly.

"It did work, and even made all the enemies around lose their ability to cast spells. But... but even without magic, they still easily killed everyone else in the team except me."

The male lizardman prostrated himself on the ground, trembling in fear, not daring to look up and meet the queen's fierce and sharp eyes.

"You're not trying to tell me that a group of elite warriors and assassins like you couldn't defeat a group of mages in close combat?"

Mosala's voice suddenly rose eight octaves. Even the guards standing at the door of the temple could feel her uncontrollable rage.

“Your Majesty, this is not our fault.

But those enemies are just too powerful.

The weapons in our hands were simply unable to pierce each other's robes and skin.

But they just touched it, and our people turned into frozen, dried corpses."

The male lizard man tried his best to defend himself.

Unfortunately, Mosala obviously didn't believe a word he said. He pulled the unlucky guy up from the ground and dragged him to a giant snake statue not far away. He pulled out a dagger and stabbed it directly into his neck, then threw him into a deep pit full of bones below.

moment!

The poor male lizard man fell down with a scream, and was eventually pierced through the body by the sharp upright ribs and died.

It is not difficult to tell from the mountains of bones of the same kind piled up around that this is a place where cruel living sacrifices are held.

According to the description of the Saruki religion, this race is very keen on making living sacrifices to their god, the Universal Serpent.

In the early days of civilization, the main sacrifice they offered was themselves, that is, the Saruk itself.

The chosen sacrifice would be treated like royalty for a period of time and could enjoy everything available until the day of the sacred sacrifice.

Later, perhaps with the improvement of their thoughts and morals, they gradually stopped the barbaric practice of sacrificing their own kind, and instead used created lizardmen, snakemen and other scaly reptile slaves as sacrifices.

Some scholars even believe that the Saruki witches created these races in order to make them new sacrifices instead of themselves.

Obviously, these lizardmen who are suspected of usurping the title of Saruk witches have also inherited this barbaric and cruel religious sacrifice. The mountains of bones piled in the deep pit under the altar are the best proof of this.

After killing the useless rubbish, Mosala immediately asked his confidant not far away: "How long will it take for those invaders to get here?"

The latter answered without hesitation: "No more than an hour, Your Majesty. Their army is very strong, even stronger than we imagined. There is no trace of the cowardice and humility they had when they were slaves."

"Damn it! Who would have thought that those insignificant slaves back then have now become the biggest stumbling block in our plan to rise again."

As he said this, Mosala's tone revealed strong regret and annoyance.

If she had known 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 suddenly became extremely serious.

Mosala was obviously a little hesitant, but after weighing it over and over again, he nodded and said, "Okay, let's start. The descendants of those slaves know our intentions. At this point, there is no way out and we can only go all out."

"As you wish!"

The confidant placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then turned and walked out of the magnificent temple, stood in front of the giant snake statue and activated the stone sundial.

In a flash!

A curtain of shining colorful light enveloped the area in the center of the city.

All the Iron Raptors who broke into this area disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When the companions around saw this situation, they immediately rushed in to rescue him, but after a flash of white light, they themselves disappeared.

"What's going on? What happened?"

General Taro, who saw this scene through the crystal ball, couldn't help but stand up and question.

Habaser squinted his eyes and observed carefully and cast several prophecy spells before responding in an uncertain tone: "It feels like some kind of magic barrier."

"Of course I know it's a magic barrier. But what exactly does it do? Why did all my soldiers disappear after entering?"

General Taylor was obviously not satisfied with this answer.

"Wait a minute! I need to check it out at a closer distance."

Habaser obviously knew that the answer he gave was basically nonsense, so he immediately activated the teleportation magic and came to a place only a dozen meters away from the barrier.

At this moment, more than twenty liches from the Arcane Mystic Society have arrived at the scene, and behind them is a legion of one hundred spellcasters composed of mages and warlocks.

After a brief exchange, a high-level wizard began to chant the spell first, and fired a Nine-Ring Great Disintegration at the edge of the barrier.

As the nemesis of all magical items and large-scale spell effects, the Great Sundering can terminate, or at least temporarily terminate, the effectiveness of magical barriers and puzzles within a certain range.

But what was strange was that when the Great Rift took effect, the layer of flowing light curtain only flickered for a moment, but did not collapse.

This undoubtedly immediately aroused the curiosity of all mages and warlocks.

Soon after, someone else came forward and tried anti-magic fields, advanced magic dispelling rituals, etc., but the results were no different.

Finally, it was a lich who specialized in transformation who first noticed something and immediately released the nine-ring time stop he had prepared in advance.

moment!

The originally inconspicuous light curtain was densely populated with hourglasses and clocks of various sizes.

Out of curiosity, he walked closer and gently touched one of them.

The next second, the hourglass burst into a dazzling light, and another scene of the area appeared on its surface.

I saw several Iron Raptors being firmly restrained in place by an invulnerable golem and a team of Lizardman mages, who were trying to read their thoughts and memories through magic.

But unfortunately, before they could succeed, the fully-transformed Iron Raptor mount began to spew out black oil from its body, which began to infect all living things around it.

Even the golem that was immune to magic and physical attacks from level one to nine fell to the ground, struggling and twitching continuously.

Judging from the way the lizardmen were dressed, as well as the large number of human and dwarf slaves around them, it was not difficult to tell that this should be the ancient times tens of thousands of years ago when they had not yet fallen into slumber.

Just when the lich wanted to collect more information, the effect of time stop ended, and the whole person instantly came out of that strange state.

All those who were swallowed up and disappeared did not disappear, but returned to a certain period of time in the past or future.

These lizardmen who call themselves the Creator Race have somehow mastered the ability to travel through time."

These words immediately caused an uproar among everyone present.

Because according to the records handed down from the era of Netheril, time travel had long been banned by the first goddess of magic. Even the legendary dragon species Time Dragon could not go back to the past or go to the future in Toril.

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

Habaser's tone revealed unparalleled shock and disbelief.

"I swear on my own phylactery that this is absolutely true. If you don't believe me, you only need to cast a time stop and then touch the barrier to know what is going on."

The lich gave a solemn promise.

Before he finished speaking!

所有今天记忆了时间停止魔法的人都开始不约而同的吟唱咒语，紧跟着一个接一个进入到黑白色的时间加速洪流中，通过结界上的沙漏和钟表去窥探这片区域在过于和未来的某些片段。

结果当时间停止全部结束之后，包括哈巴瑟在内的巫妖都失去了语言能力面面相觑的盯着彼此，根本不知道该如何表达自己看到的景象。

毕竟时间原本就是非常抽象的东西。

由于初代魔法女神的禁止，导致费伦大陆的施法者对时间的研究并不深入。

别说是时间旅行了，就连真正的让时间停止都需要传奇法术才能实现。

而且全费伦知晓并能施展这个法术的凡人绝不超过四个。

大概五六分钟之后，众人从短暂的震惊中回过神来，泰兰提尔率先开口质疑道：“他们究竟是怎么做到用时间的力量来形成防护结界的？正常情况下这种时间的扰动必然会惊动魔法女神，然后被从根源上禁止。”

“也许是远古时代某种强大神器作用？或许在那个时候，初代魔法女神还没有完全禁止时间旅行，所以这件神器可以避开现有的规则？”

另外一名巫妖用不是很确定的语气说出了自己的猜测。

“既然可以进行时间旅行，那他们为什么还要沉睡上万年，为何不直接返回过去或者前往未来环境适宜自己生存的时间点呢？”

又一位巫妖提出了异议。

一时之间，奥法秘术会的核心成员们纷纷各抒己见，甚至是为了某些相互对立的观点而争吵。

就在众人对这个时间屏障争论不休的时候，一个拥有六条触须的章鱼头突然凭空出现，在他的身边还跟着一名留着白色双马尾的侏儒小萝莉。

前者刚一出现立刻就引发了巫妖们的警觉。

因为这个夺心魔的强化升级版版本噬魂怪的心灵异能实在是太强大了，以至于身体周围的现实都出现了轻微的扭曲。

不过噬魂怪并没有理会巫妖们的反应，直接张开嘴用通用语说道：“摩萨拉女王进行时间旅行所使用的魔法道具叫做日晷和时间水晶。

前者是一种由撒鲁克巫虺中的秘密组织创造，他们后来还创造了大名鼎鼎的寰宇巨蛇皮肤，也就是现如今人们所熟知的耐瑟瑞尔卷轴。

而时间水晶则是另外一件强大神器。

没人知道它究竟来自于何处，唯一的记载就是曾经有一个自称了解过去、现在和未来的神秘存在，将其随意丢弃在摩萨拉的面前。

正是凭借着这两样东西，她才从一介奴隶变成了带领远古蜥蜴人打碎镣铐建立文明的伟大君主。

虽然日晷和时间水晶的确能够在一定程度上避开魔法女神的感知实现时间旅行，但需要遵守一系列严格的规则。

比如说不能从过去带任何东西返回现在或未来，再比如说只对持有者本身产生效果。

所以摩萨拉无法通过时间穿梭来实现带领自己的子民回到过去或前往未来。

甚至就连她本人都不敢轻易的前往未来。

因为那意味着必须放弃身上所携带的一切，甚至包括手中的时间水晶。

摩萨拉唯一能做的就是窥探未来的片段，然后提前做好准备在特定的时间醒来并启动她的计划。”

这番话顿时给在场所有的巫妖和法师、术士们干蒙了。

不少人甚至觉得这完全就是天方夜谭，根本没有一丁点可信度。

唯有哈巴瑟眉头紧皱的问了一句：“你究竟是谁？为什么会知道这些秘密？”

噬魂怪用不带一丝感情的语气回答道：“我？我的名字叫伊米尔。不过在成为现在这幅样子之前，我吞噬了一个人的记忆、人格和灵魂，他的名字叫做玛格瑞姆。”

“什么？！”

哈巴瑟整个人顿时愣住了。

因为他知道这个名字就是无冬城事件除了摩萨拉女王之外最大的幕后黑手。

只不过在伏击艾瑞贝斯的时候玩脱了，结果被左思逮了个正着。

后来玛格瑞姆就彻底消失了。

哈巴瑟一直以为这家伙已经被处理掉了，可万万没想到居然是送去转化成了噬魂怪。

“你似乎很吃惊？”

自称伊米尔的噬魂怪挥动触须露出了令人毛骨悚然的笑容。

哈巴瑟赶忙摇了摇头：“不，我只是有点惊讶，索斯阁下居然会派一个噬魂怪来帮忙。如果不介意的话，能告诉我们要如何才能破坏这个时间结界吗？”

“抱歉，包括我在内任何人都做不到这一点。

因为想要破坏结界首先就需要找到日晷或时间水晶。

可这两样东西应该都掌握在摩萨拉女王的手中。

也就是在结界另外一边的神殿中。”

说着，伊米尔把目光投向了光幕另外一边那座不断变化的巨大建筑。

“那岂不是说，我们只能眼睁睁看着对方释放能量源的威力，改变整个北地乃至费伦大陆的气候环境？”

泰兰提尔语气中带着强烈的不甘。

不光是他，其他奥法秘术会的核心成员反应也都差不多。

早已经去过其他时空乃至宇宙的他们，不管是知识面还是视野都已经被完全打开，一个个在心底都自视甚高，怎么可能会接受这样无能狂怒的现实。

就在这时，跟在伊米尔身边的青铜龙克罗米终于开口说话了。

“不，当然不是眼睁睁看着。难道你没有察觉到，从那些黑暗精灵进攻无冬城堡开始就少了点什么吗？”

“少了点什么？”

泰兰提尔先是露出了疑惑的表情，紧跟着两眼瞬间放光，下意识喊出了一个名字。

“阿不思·邓布利多！这家伙在让卓尔暴露之后就再也没有出现过。”

克罗米翘起嘴角十分俏皮的抬起手打了个响指：“对，就是他。现在他恐怕已经在结界内寻找日晷和时间水晶了。所以就让我们耐心的等待一会儿吧。”

……

与此同时，在时间结界的内部，校长大人正在展开一场史无前例的大冒险。

因为侵入进来的他已经发现，自己已经进入到了某种极度混乱的时间乱流中。

每前进一段距离，周围的环境跟景色就会急剧变化，有时候建筑看上去很新还有各种各样的装饰性植物与花卉，有时候就只剩下一片残檐断壁。

更不可思议的是，上一秒还能看到的人下一秒就会消失不见。

那种无与伦比的刺激让邓布利多的精神处于高度亢奋状态。

在摆脱了一只追着自己咬的巨大爬行生物后，他飞快躲在一面墙的后面大口大口穿着粗气，抹了一把额头与脸颊上的汗水忍不住笑着感叹道：“魔法女神在上，这可比时间转换器有意思多了。

难怪在上学的时候，索斯对于伏地魔、食死徒和黑巫师总是嗤之以鼻。

能在这样的世界冒险直至死亡降临简直就是对我这类人最大的恩赐。

现在，让我瞧瞧距离那个地方还有多远。”

说罢，邓布利多探出半个脑袋朝远处神殿前巨大的蛇形雕像张望，立刻便看到了耸立在雕像下面的日晷。

尽管这玩意是石头做的，看他依旧能凭借加持的奥术视觉看到上边所绽放出的刺眼灵光。

毫无疑问，这就是他本次冒险旅途的终极目标之一。

只要能关闭日晷让时间结界消失，那么外面的帝国军队和奥法秘术会的巫妖们就会冲进来把那位蜥蜴人女王和她的追随者全部抓住。

到时候无论这座城市里隐藏了怎么的秘密都将彻底被解开。

邓布利多自己也能从中获取到各种各样自己感兴趣的知识、技术和魔法物品。

最重要的是老情人——盖勒特·格林德沃也能获得邀请函来到这个世界，一起重续前缘享受精彩绝伦的人生，把年轻时候没能实现的妄想现在全部干一遍。

带着对于未来生活无限期待与憧憬，即便面对可能会导致死亡的危险，他脸上仍旧挂着淡淡的微笑，义无反顾冲了出去。

下一秒……

一条足有十几米高、浑身上下覆盖着坚硬鳞片的巨型生物凭空出现在面前。

它有着蛇一样的脑袋和身躯，但上半身拥有两条手臂，背后还有一对类似蝙蝠一样的翅膀，黄色的竖瞳中点缀着绿色的斑点，头部和背部鳞片之间的裂缝呈现出火焰燃烧般的橘黄色，仅仅是被盯上一下就会感觉血管中的血液都凝固了。

寰宇巨蛇？

不！ 不对！

如果是寰宇巨蛇的话应该不会有手臂和翅膀。

这更像是介于寰宇巨蛇和蛇人之神麦尔绍克的中间状态。

邓布利多脑海中瞬间浮现出了大量的相关信息。

尽管费伦大陆现如今的蜥蜴人普遍信仰弱等神力的塞缪安亚，但这位神明诞生的时间比较晚。

In ancient times, the Lizardmen should have believed in the Giant Serpent of the Universe together with their creator and master, the Saruk witch, or they should have believed in the later-born Snake God Mershok and his fortune teller Seth.

After all, compared to the snake people who took over the Melshok Empire from the Saruk witches, the lizard people got rid of slavery in a much shorter time.

They were even enslaved by the snake people for a long time before they finally gained their freedom.

So if Queen Mosala came from tens of thousands of years ago, then the gods she believed in and worshipped should be the Cosmic Serpent and Mershok, or something in between.

You have to know that the split and evolution of gods is also a gradual process, not like the goddess of fate who was calculated and suddenly split into two.

"Mortal, are you time traveling?"

The huge snake-like figure opened his mouth and asked with a smile.

"Yes, great God. I am forced to move forward in the turbulence of time, intending to close the barrier covering this area."

Dumbledore placed his hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

He obviously knew that lying to God was pointless and extremely stupid, and he made his intentions very clear.

The giant snake chuckled and nodded: "Haha, you are very honest, which is very good, because I like honest mortals. But please give me another reason to let you go. After all, you are trying to destroy my believers."

"I don't have any special reason, I just want to complete the mission. After all, your followers intend to release the energy stone to create a terrible environmental disaster. Countless cities and mortal races will usher in the end of the world because of it."

After saying this, Dumbledore began to observe the surrounding environment out of the corner of his eye, trying to find the entrance to the next time stream.

After all, no matter whether this huge figure in front of him was an incarnation or a projection, it was definitely not something he could deal with.

"Disaster? Ah! I see. Mosala is trying to revive her kingdom by changing the future. What a crazy and bold girl. I admire her courage a little bit."

It took the giant snake less than a second to figure out everything that happened in the area, and there was a hint of emotion in his tone.

Just when he was about to say something, Dumbledore instantly activated the Apparition in his magic storage ring, directly crossed a distance of fifty meters and disappeared into the time stream without a trace.

This scene immediately made the giant snake reveal a helpless expression, and he murmured 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 made her choice, and the next step is to bear the consequences of this choice."

On the other side, Dumbledore, who jumped into the new time stream, was not much better off.

Although there was no threat from the gods, he was besieged by a group of beholders. He had no choice but to keep consuming magic equipment and scrolls to dodge and escape.

Finally, he managed to escape by passing through a stone pillar.

And after entering the next time stream, there are only the last sixty meters to the destination.

He even saw the strange light emanating from the sundial and the crystal pillar on it that exuded amazing power.

But the terrible thing was that because he was exposed on the street without any shelter, Dumbledore was directly discovered by the guard at the door.

The latter immediately began shouting in a language he could not understand at all, followed by a group of fully armed lizardmen rushing out from nearby.

As a subconscious first reaction, the principal drank a bottle of invisibility potion directly, intending to hide with the help of the invisibility effect.

But he obviously underestimated the magical abilities of these lizardmen.

A lizardman holding a staff simply recited a syllable, and the invisibility magic effect disappeared instantly.

"Well, it looks like I have to do something serious."

Realizing that he couldn't take shortcuts, Dumbledore simply gave up trying to escape. Instead, he took out a sealed container and threw it onto the ground in front of the temple entrance.

Bang!

With the impact, the seal above was instantly broken.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of fire rose into the air and continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Several Lizardman mages tried to extinguish the fire.

As a result, all spells were engulfed by flames the moment they approached, and then became even larger, madly burning everything around them.

"Damn it! What the hell is this?"

A lizardman mage asked his companion nervously.

The latter also shook his head with a serious face: "Don't ask me, I don't know either. Anyway, it is definitely not an ordinary flame, but an unknown magical flame. I used the magic to dispel it, but it didn't work."

It is not difficult to hear from the conversation between the two that they do not have the ability to master spells such as anti-magic field and great lysis that can suppress all magical effects.

The reason is simple! In the era they lived in, the people who invented these two spells and their ancestors no longer existed.

What Dumbledore released was none other than the Fiendfyre, which was famous on the magical earth.

To deal with this thing, you either have to use large-scale magic to suppress it, or seal it up directly. Otherwise, once it spreads, there will be no hope...