Dragon Who Controls Time



The reason why Garen acted in secret was not because he was afraid of the Elf Gods living in the open space in the Greenwood, but because he did not want to alert the enemy and alert the Fairy Dragon God to leave.

At the same time.

Countless elves were active at night in the large and small elf clans, tribes, kingdoms, and other areas established in the green forest.

The Dragon Clan's War of Glory was also known as the War of Destruction by the elves, which meant that the Dragon Clan had fallen into decline. It had been almost 200 years since the War of Glory, but the elves, who had suffered heavy injuries in the war, had not forgotten the terror of the Dragon Clan, especially the Lord of the Dragon Court who had swept through the battlefield.

The shadow of the Lord of the Dragon Court still hung over the hearts of many elves.

The elves who had participated in the war and survived all knew how terrifying the Lord of the Dragon Court was.

Even the annoying elven children who refused to sleep at night would instantly stop crying and not dare to make any more noise when their parents threatened them with the name of the Lord of the Royal Court.

At the edge of a river that was covered in flowers, a few traumatized elven veterans gathered around a bonfire and mourned for their relatives and friends who had died in the war. As long-lived species with good memories, the cruelty and bloodshed of war were still vivid in their minds.

"Stephanie, I heard that you saw the Lord of the Royal Court with your own eyes when you were fighting in the prime material plane.”

Hearing this, a beautiful female elf veteran with a sad expression slowly said,"Yes ... I saw with my own eyes that the Twin Flower Oracle who served the Goddess of Life was easily captured by the other party. The army that originally had the advantage was instantly defeated.”

The bonfire danced with the wind, and the flames twisted slightly, reflecting in the female elf's eyes.

She recalled the terrifying scene back then.

The silver dragon swept across the sky, and wherever it passed, the dragon's might shook the consciousness of countless elves, turning them into soulless shells that fell to the ground like harvested wheat.

At the thought of this, a heavy shadow shrouded his heart.

The female elf's expression became painful.

She found it difficult to breathe and fell to the ground with a thud. Her body curled up as she breathed heavily and broke out in cold sweat.

The elf beside her hurriedly cast a healing spell to relieve the pressure on the female elf.

" Stephanie, remember, this is the Green Forest, the home of us elves.”

"You won't be hurt here.”

an elven veteran said.

Under the healing and comfort of her companions, the female elf's aftereffects from the war were slightly better. She opened her eyes and lay flat on the grass filled with flowers."Yes, the war is over. I will never see that terrifying Dragon God again...........”

Suddenly.

Her pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, reflecting a silver dragon that appeared in the sky and covered the sun.

The giant dragon's figure flashed across the sky.

The soul shadow that had just shrunk suddenly erupted.

"Ah!"

The female elf screamed and closed her eyes again. She hugged her head tightly and curled up.

At the same time, in the clearing of the green forest, many elves stared at the night sky in a daze. The image of the dragon that flashed past their minds was still there. Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and their hearts sank into a thick shadow.

This night was destined to not be peaceful.

Garen no longer covered his body. His dragon body tore apart the milky white moonlight, passing through the night sky of the green forest clearing, leaving a long silver trail.

An alternate dimension in the Greenwood Grounds, within the Afande Kingdom.

Many elven gods were shocked. They looked out of the divine kingdom and at the silver dragon with a vast aura.

"Garen Aurelian, what is he doing in the Wild?”

"The dragon race is currently facing the blockade of the gods. Could it be that they want to vent their anger on us?”

For a moment, when they thought of the death of almost all the members of the Giant God System and the extinction of the Giant Tribe, compared to the current strength of the Dragon God System, the Elven Gods all felt solemn.

ραпdα -n૦νe| , c૦m After the end of the Giant Extinction War, the Elven Gods were very afraid and even somewhat glad, because their losses in the war were not worth mentioning compared to the giants.

"This aura is filled with danger and oppression............ He's already a mid-level divine power."

"In less than 200 years, he has broken through to a mid-level Divine Power. What a terrifying growth rate.”

"Even if we were to fight in the outer planes, I wouldn't have the confidence to defeat him.”

Solonor, the God of Bow and Arrow, looked at the dragon with a heavy expression.

Garen's reputation was built step by step from the moment he stepped on Saint Soronor.

Originally, Soronor had hoped to avenge himself in the future, but now he felt that he no longer had the chance.

One had to know that during the War of Glory, Garen was only a Demigod. After the war ended, he had initially obtained a God's clone with a Low-Level Divine Power. His main body was still at the Demigod level, so it was difficult for him to really participate in the war of gods. However, Garen's main body was now the mainstay of a God System, and it would become stronger and stronger in the future. He had not reached the upper limit.

The Lord of the Royal Court had appeared in the Green Forest.

The elves, who had been at peace for a long time, were panicking.

"There's no need to panic."

At this time, the divine thoughts of the Master God Corelon were transmitted into the minds of every elf god.

Corelon's Godhead was at level 19. Although it could not compare to the top Main Gods such as Annan or Io, it was still one of the best among all the Main Gods in the God System. Now, it had fallen to level 18, but it was still not to be underestimated.