Dragon Who Controls Time

Faerun continent, North, Netheril.

In the arcane city that belonged to ioram, at this moment, the city was filled with a strange atmosphere that had never been there before.

Under the light of the morning sun, Arcanists in sorcery robes gathered together, discussing something enthusiastically. Most of them looked excited, but the ordinary people who were not Arcanists looked at the Arcanists with worry.

The ratio of spellcasters in nelrael was half of that of Aladia.

However, this was still a very high ratio.

Out of every ten people, one of them had a decent talent for spellcasting and became a respected Arcanist. Even if they could not become an Arcanist, they could still use the magic net. As long as they could sense elemental energy, they could cast some low-level arcane cantrips. Half of the netherrians knew how to use simple cantrips.

However, only Arcanists could be considered true spellcasters.

Those who knew some simple cantrips could only be considered ordinary people in Netheril.

Although the floating city of ioram had yet to take to the sky, news of it had already spread throughout Netheril, attracting a large number of Arcanists to come and see the floating city.

In ioram's mind, the floating city was a city belonging to Arcanists, a pure place for studying Arcana.

This also meant that ... The floating city only welcomed Arcanists.

It would be difficult for the commoners of Netheril to gain the right to enter the floating city.

Of course, whether the first floating-Space City could take off into the air was still uncertain. But if it succeeded, the people of netherrell who could not enter the floating-Space City would lose the protection of Arcanists. Their lives on earth would be more difficult than before. Many ordinary people thought of this, so they were worried.

In the strange atmosphere of the two extremes, time passed quietly.

A few minutes later.

In the Golden morning light, a touch of silver-white color appeared from far away.

In the wild wind, the silver-white color became clearer. The figure that was far away in the sky became clear in just a few blinks of the eye.

Under the reflection of the morning light, the silver Dragon seemed to have a layer of faint golden light on its body. The gold and silver intertwined and glowed, exuding a luxurious and Noble temperament, making it difficult for people to look away.

Hu!

The legendary Dragon's figure covered the sky and set off a gust of wind that covered arcane city.

Its broad wings blocked out the strong sunlight, leaving a deep Shadow of the Dragon on the streets of the city below. Countless netherriers looked up at the sky, their faces filled with fear and respect as they looked at the silver Dragon.

I heard that Lord eolém has a legendary dragon friend.

"It seems to be true now."

Some of the netherriers whispered.

who do you think is more powerful, Sir eolém or this legendary dragon? "

Lord eolham is a Grand Arcanist. Of course, Lord eolham is more powerful.

I, I thought so too, but this Dragon is so huge. It seems like he can smash the tallest Wizard Tower in the city with one claw.

“.................”

Garen kept his Dragon might.

As a guest, it would not be good to scare the people of ioram to death.

A few seconds later, a tall Wizard Tower appeared in garen's field of vision. This tall Spire was made entirely of magic stone, and countless arcane runes floated and drifted on the surface of the stone Gray, emitting a glaring elemental light in the eyes of the spell caster.

Garen had seen this Wizard Tower before.

In the early stages of the saint's descent, ioram had sent him a message from the top of this Wizard Tower.

This was ioram's Wizard Tower, as well as his daily residence.

This Grand Arcanist was all alone and had no offspring. His parents had died in the passage of time, and he had been doing his own research in the wizard Tower almost all the time. He was a scholar who was very obsessed with Arcana.

At this moment, at the top of the wizard Tower, a figure wearing a simple gray robe stood up.

There were many arcane wards with warning effects set up around the city. When garen approached this place, iolham sensed his arrival.

The silver Dragon retracted its wings, and the violent wind stopped.

The sharp dragon claws grabbed the top of the wizard Tower and landed firmly on the top.

The tall Wizard Tower of ioram was already an eye-catching attraction in the city. Now, with the arrival of a super-large legendary dragon, it attracted the attention of almost everyone in the city, including many legendary Arcanists and Grand Arcanists of Netheril. Many of them had come to the city of ioram.

"You've come at the right time,"

hehe. iolham smiled.

His face still looked like an old man, but compared to the first time garen saw him, there were no signs of aging.

Ioram had already used the eternal life spell, and garen, who had also mastered the eternal life spell, had noticed this.

It wasn't just éolme.

The Grand Arcanists nearby had all used the spell of eternal life.

Not long after the eternal life spell had been developed, ioram had taught it to everyone. All the Grand Arcanists of Netheril were the beneficiaries of the eternal life spell.

The silver Dragon lowered its eyes, and its huge shadow shrouded the Arcanist.

you've prepared the first floating city? "