Dragon Who Controls Time

over an hour ago.

Grand Duke Tulip's father, High Mage Morton Tulip, trekked over the slow ice field with his grandson and granddaughter.

In Noah Continent, nobles usually like to use beautiful, noble, or powerful things as surnames. Many principalities in the south prefer plants, and their surnames are mostly tulips, thorns, and lilac.

In the smoke of the war with the Principality of Mosha for several months, the Principality of Walker was completely defeated.

The reason for the failure is not only that the opponent's troops are strong and strong, and the grassroots combat strength, especially the cavalry, is quite strong, but also that the high-ranking mages of the Principality of Walker lost to the high-ranking mages of the Principality of Mosha because of the intervention of a red dragon in a critical local war. All killed.

Moulton did not participate in that war.

Moulton is a gifted spellcaster. At the age of fourteen, he cast his first third-level spell, Fireball. At the age of twenty, he entered the middle position, and he was a skilled explosive fireball for him. Lost a great reputation.

Because he likes fireball very much, and he also adheres to the principle of fireball, he makes the enemy and teammates dread, and some people take a lot of nicknames for Moulton.

Fireball Barbarian, Explosive Maniac, Ferocious Red Flame... To have this type of nickname for a learned spellcaster is a testament to how much Morton likes to use only Fireball to solve his troubles.

He stepped into high ground at the age of fifty.

However, because of an injury in his early years, he stopped at the high level of the Seventh Ring. Since then, he stopped traveling and exploring on the mainland, returned to his hometown, and became a respected Master Mage.

Moulton didn't love power status, and he was obsessed with researching stronger, faster and more violent variants of fireball, which he considered an art.

Although his body does not allow him to cast spells beyond the seventh level, he remains obsessed with theoretical research and never tires of it.

Since no one wanted to provoke a famous high mage specializing in fireballs, his son, Rio Tulip, won the power struggle and became king of the Duchy of Walker.

People respectfully call Rio Tulip the Grand Duke of Tulip, or King Walker.

Grand Duke Tulip died in the battle of defeat that changed the stalemate because he went on an expedition with the army.

And Moulton's temperament gradually stabilized with age. It was no longer a violent temper that would use fireball techniques to smash people, but his body was also not as good as before, and he was even more addicted to the study of fireball techniques. disappeared from the sight of the world.

When the troops of the Principality of Moxia approached the city, he just opened the mage tower that had been dusty for a long time, walked out of it, and then heard the news of his son's death and the changes in the country's structure.

An angry Morton wanted to turn all the soldiers of the Principality of Mosha into ashes, but the Grand Duke of Thorns had obviously heard about Morton's rumors, and directly let two high-ranking mages walk together. The people cut down the weeds to eradicate the roots, so as to avoid future troubles.

Before the change, Moulton would be desperate to release his anger, even if he died, he would have to make the enemy pay the price.

But not now, because the son left behind two young children.

The children didn't look like Moulton was in his old age, he or she still had a long way to go.

Looking at the two children who were terrified and panicked, Moulton calmed down and planned to take them away from the southern kingdom, and under the pursuit of two high-ranking mages, they went deep into the Arctic Icefield.

Because the high-level mages of the evocation school who specialize in fireball are like a humanoid nuclear bomb, no one will be assured that such an enemy is living in the dark, and they are chasing after them.

In the depths of the Arctic Icefield, there is a friend Moulton made when he was young, a kind-hearted and innocent person who loves to help weak creatures and likes to fight injustice.

He crossed the plains, through the forests, over the mountains...... Finally came to the ice field.

However, under the constant pursuit of two high-level mages whose magic power is not weaker than his peak, Moulton's old injury committed.

The speed is getting slower and slower, and with two children who need to be taken care of, he knows that he will be caught up sooner or later, and by that time, the magic power will be exhausted by escaping, and he will not even have the ability to resist.

Simply, Moulton took the initiative to stop, recuperate, and wait for the approach of the enemy.

Two only six-year-old children, Lilith Tulip and Amos Tulip, looked at Moulton with worried expressions.

"Grandpa......you, how do you feel?"

The little girl with blond skin and clear eyes like the blue sky asked weakly.

It's really like.... Moulton looked at the little girl Lilith, a warm current emerged in his heart, and memories flashed in his eyes.

"We're going behind your back, don't give up."

The little boy Amos' voice was immature, but his face was more calm than his peers.

He was blond like Lilith, but with brown eyes and wheatish skin, not the milky color of Lilith.

Listening to the grandson's words, Moulton smiled, touched the little heads of the two, and said, "Silly child, your grandfather is me, but it's very powerful."

"It's them who will run away next."

It's just....... I probably can't accompany you to go any further....... The old mage sighed in his heart.

The only thing that comforts him is that the two children have inherited his talent, and they can perform some simple first-level spells at the age of six, and they are all of the energy system, and their power is not bad.

Coupled with a set of sophisticated magic tools, as long as the luck is not too bad, don't encounter the white dragon, the top ice field hunter like Winter Wolf, there is a high probability that he can find his friend alone.

Lilith squeezed her small fist and said happily: "Grandpa is the best, drive away those bad guys, and then we can go home."

Amos is not as naive as his younger sister, and from Moulton's melancholy and reluctant expression, he knows that Moulton will definitely not be as relaxed as he himself said.

Otherwise, why was the decision to fight head-on until now?

The little boy gritted his teeth and remained silent, a raging flame called revenge ignited in his heart.

Time passed silently, and it didn't take long for two figures to appear in the horizon, both of them men. The faces looked like middle-aged men of about forty years old. There was a ray of wisdom in their eyes, and the elemental aura around them was extremely dazzling.

"Multon, hand over the lava key, we will give you a chance to live, as long as you don't set foot on the land of the southern countries, and under the witness of the God of Light, sign a contract that you will never avenge the forces of the Principality of Mosha."

The high-ranking mage of the Enchantment School flashed a strange light in his eyes, and the invisible spiritual power swept towards the old mage.

Moulton remained motionless, and a magic stand was raised around him, isolating the opponent's indiscriminate enchantment spells.

Time is ruthless, my time has passed...... Moulton thought to himself.

In front of him, the two high-ranking mages whom he had never seen before actually put on the appearance of winning, and there was no trace of fear at all.

Thinking back then, which wizard of the same level didn't look deeply jealous in front of him?

Without saying a word, he put the two children next to him, took off the ring from his fingertips, solemnly handed it over to Amos, and whispered a few words with the telephony technique.

In the next second, the expression of the old mage changed, becoming solemn, heavy, solemn, with a trace of fanaticism, and spitting out obscure incantations...... If there is someone familiar in the early years When friends or enemies see the expression of the old mage, they will definitely run away as soon as possible, instead of staying in place.

However, the two high-level mages just applied many counter-spells with cautious expressions, and superimposed many shields with different effects.

A small bright fireball the size of a pea appeared at the front of Morton's staff, aiming at the two people in the sky.

Three-ring fireball?

The two high-ranking mages looked at each other, because Morton's casting action was very similar to fireball.

But they knew that what Morton cast could not be the three-ring fireball technique, so they were more cautious to put many defensive spells on themselves.

Immediately afterwards, the old mage's eyes were frantic and excited~www.readwn.com~, but his face was suddenly withered and pale as paper.

He burned his life and spirit, and the magic power poured out like a flood of opening gates. In a state of overload, it was poured into the small fireball incessantly.

The ninth-circle spell, the Great Sun Fireball.

To be more precise, it is the great sun fireball of the ninth-circle spell Morton.

He stopped at the seventh ring, but he built more than one spell model with eight and nine rings in his mind, all of which were high-level variants of fireball.

The price of casting is life.

"Please say hello to my unreal son."

The old mage smiled hard, and his already old face seemed to have aged ten years again in an instant, with an air of exhaustion.

At the same time, under the horrified gazes of two unknown high-ranking mages, the small fireball at the front of his staff instantly flew into the air, appeared beside them in an instant, and suddenly expanded, turning into a dazzling small sun, The two were completely submerged.

Layers of shields cracked, and spells failed one by one.... The huge fireball rolled endlessly, illuminating one sky, just like its name, like a big sun in the sky.

Below, Moulton raised his head, his eyes tended to be calm, and he quietly admired the brilliance of artistic magic. At the same time, he squeezed the last trace of magic power, forming a shield around him, protecting the two children from the aftermath of the sun's fireball.

The two children were immersed in the dazzling magic light, their faces were excited, and they did not notice the strangeness of Moulton.

He used a staff to support his body and barely stood, his eyes gradually lost sight, the flames were reflected in his field of vision, and his pupils slowly dissipated.

It's not bad to end the curtain in this way.... The old mage's eyes are calm, and with a gust of hot wind blowing, the fire of life goes out at the same time.