"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?"
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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!
All those who memorized the time-stopping magic today began to chant the spell at the same time, and then one after another entered the black and white accelerated time torrent, using the hourglass and clock on the barrier to peek into certain fragments of this area in the past and future.
As a result, when the time stop was completely over, the liches including Habaser lost the ability to speak and stared at each other, not knowing how to express what they saw.
After all, time is a very abstract thing.
Due to the prohibition of the first generation of magic goddess, spellcasters on the continent of Faerun have not conducted in-depth research on time.
Not to mention time travel, even truly stopping time requires legendary spells to achieve.
And there are no more than four mortals in all of Faerûn who know and can cast this spell.
About five or six minutes later, everyone came back to their senses from the brief shock. Tyrantil was the first to question, "How on earth did they manage to use the power of time to form a protective barrier? Under normal circumstances, this kind of time disturbance would inevitably alarm the Goddess of Magic, and then be banned from the source."
"Perhaps it is the work of some powerful artifact from ancient times? Perhaps at that time, the first generation of magic goddess had not completely banned time travel, so this artifact can circumvent the existing rules?"
Another lich expressed his guess in an uncertain tone.
"Since they can travel through time, why do they have to sleep for tens of thousands of years? Why don't they just go back to the past or go to a point in the future when the environment is suitable for their survival?"
Another lich raised an objection.
For a while, the core members of the Arcane Mystic Society expressed their opinions one after another, and even quarreled over some opposing viewpoints.
Just as everyone was arguing about the time barrier, an octopus head with six tentacles suddenly appeared out of nowhere, followed by a dwarf loli with white twin tails.
The former immediately aroused the liches' vigilance as soon as it appeared.
Because the psychic powers of this enhanced and upgraded version of the Mind Flayer are so powerful that the reality around its body is slightly distorted.
However, the Soul Eater ignored the reactions of the liches and opened his mouth to speak in the Common Language: "The magic tools used by Queen Mosara for time travel are called sundials and time crystals.
The former was created by a secret organization among the Sarrukh witches, who later created the famous Skin of the Cosmic Serpent, which is now known as the Scroll of Netheril.
The Time Crystal is another powerful artifact.
No one knows where it came from. The only record is that a mysterious being who claimed to know the past, present and future once casually dropped it in front of Mosala.
It was with these two things that she was able to transform from a slave into a great monarch who led the ancient lizardmen to break free from 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, a series of strict rules must be followed.
For example, you cannot bring anything from the past back to the present or future, and it only has an effect on the holder himself.
Therefore, Mosala cannot lead his people back to the past or to the future through time travel.
Even she herself did not dare to move towards the future easily.
Because that means having to give up everything you have, even the time crystal in your hand.
All Mosara can do is glimpse snippets of the future, then prepare herself to wake up at a specific time and put her plans into motion.”
These words immediately stunned all the liches, mages, and warlocks present.
Many people even think that this is a complete fantasy and not credible 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 I became what I am now, I devoured the memories, personality, and soul of a man. His name was Magrim."
"What?!"
Habaser was stunned for a moment.
Because he knew that this name was the biggest mastermind behind the Neverwinter incident besides Queen Mosala.
However, he went too far when ambushing Eribes and was caught by Zuo Si.
Then 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-eating monster.
"You seem surprised?"
The Soul Eater who called himself Ymir waved his tentacles and smiled a creepy smile.
Habaser shook his head quickly: "No, I'm just a little surprised that Lord Soth would send a soul-eater to help. If you don't mind, can you tell us how to destroy this time barrier?"
“I’m sorry, but 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 gaze to the huge, constantly changing building on the other side of the light curtain.
"Doesn't that mean that we can only watch helplessly as the other party releases the power of the energy source and changes the climate environment of the entire Northland and even the continent of Faerun?"
There was a strong sense of reluctance in Tailantier's tone.
Not only him, but other core members of the Arcane Mystic Society also had similar reactions.
They have already been to other time and space and even the universe, and their knowledge and vision have been completely opened. They all think highly of themselves in their hearts. How could they accept such an incompetent and furious reality?
At this moment, Chromie, the bronze dragon following Ymir, finally spoke.
"No, of course not watching. Didn't you notice that something was missing from the moment those dark elves attacked Neverwinter Castle?"
"What's missing?"
Tarantel first showed a puzzled expression, then his eyes lit up instantly and he subconsciously called out a name.
"Albus Dumbledore! This guy hasn't been seen since he exposed the drow."
Chromie raised the corner of his mouth playfully and snapped his fingers: "Yes, that's him. He's probably already in the barrier looking for the sundial and the time crystal. So let's wait patiently for a while."
…
At the same time, inside the time barrier, the principal is embarking on an unprecedented adventure.
Because when he intruded, he found that he had entered into some extremely chaotic time turbulence.
As you advance a certain distance, the surrounding environment and scenery will change dramatically. Sometimes the buildings look very new and there are all kinds of decorative plants and flowers, and sometimes there are only a few ruins left.
What’s even more incredible is that the person who was visible in the last second would disappear in the next second.
The incomparable stimulation made Dumbledore's spirit highly excited.
After getting rid of a huge reptile that was chasing and biting him, he quickly hid behind a wall, breathing heavily, wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks, and couldn't help but smile and sighed: "Goddess of Magic, this is much more interesting than the time converter.
No wonder when he was in school, South always looked down on Voldemort, Death Eaters and dark wizards.
Being able to adventure in such a world until death comes is simply the greatest gift for people like me.
Now, let me see how far I am from there."
After saying this, Dumbledore stuck half of his head out to look at the huge snake statue in front of the temple in the distance, and immediately saw the sundial standing under the statue.
Even though this thing was made of stone, he could still see the dazzling light emanating from it with his arcane vision.
There is no doubt that this is one of the ultimate goals of his adventure.
As long as the sundial can be closed and the time barrier can be eliminated, the imperial army and the liches of the Arcane Mystic Society outside will rush in and capture the Lizardman 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 all kinds of knowledge, technology and magical items that interest him.
The most important thing is that the old lover, Gellert Grindelwald, can also get an invitation to come to this world, renew their past relationship and enjoy a wonderful life together, and do all the delusions that could not be realized when they were young.
With infinite expectations and longings for future life, even when facing dangers that might 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 all over its body appeared out of thin air in front of him.
It has a snake-like head and body, but its upper body has two arms and a pair of bat-like wings behind it. Its yellow vertical pupils are dotted with green spots, and the cracks between the scales on its head and back are a burning orange-yellow color. Just staring at it will make you feel that the blood in your veins has solidified.
The cosmic serpent?
No! That's not right!
If it is the Cosmic Serpent, it should not have arms and wings.
This is more like an intermediate state between the Cosmic Serpent and the Serpent God Mershok.
A large amount of relevant information instantly emerged in Dumbledore's mind.
Although the lizardmen of Faerun now generally believe in the weaker god Samuel Anya, this god was born relatively late.
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 worshiped 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 traveling during your time?"
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...
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