199. Chapter 199: Strategic retreat

Chapter 199: Strategic retreat
Two years and one month after David’s ‘launch’ from the great desert of Feren Anarok, he woke up for the first time from his slumber, and then saw a cloud of the purest body of water in the sea of stars, like a colorful marble lying quietly on a dark tabletop.

It was also the first gravitational slingshot acceleration point he had arrived at – Calpe.

And so the carvings on Davy’s body slowly lit up with his will, and his wings spewed out six crimson auras as he accelerated towards Calpe.

As he gradually approached, he was also finally able to look down on this pure planet without any land to speak of but exceptionally beautiful from the first viewpoint, which actually showed three colors throughout its body, the cold icy area of the poles, the azure blue in the middle and the emerald green of the equator because of the sargassum area.

“Unfortunately, there is not that time to explore and stay for a while.”

According to the unearthed Nesser antiquities, in the early days of star development, there were also idle artists who had traveled a special voyage to this place in order to exquisitely depict it, and the painting was even offered a sky-high price by the Selenites, who might be the incarnation of Sulun.

And the Torrell system is not as ‘lonely’ as the universe in which the Blue Star is located, even on such an extreme planet, on the ice floes that cover hundreds of miles of thick chunks of thick ice, inhabited by a large variety of predators, only relatively limited intelligence.

Click, unable to say what mood David once again used the [Spell Illusion] to ‘film’ it, and sent it back to Toriel who was already 500 million kilometers away.

Just as he finished accelerating through Calpe’s orbital gravitational ejection on the seventh day and was about to enter the second period of his slumber, he was surprised to receive a message back from Toriel:

“A perfect work of art, how I wish I could travel the stars with you . It’s a shame I can’t.”

As soon as he saw this egghead ‘paternal body sentence’, how could David not realize that this was a magical transmission sent to him by Papa Dragon himself.

If placed in the usual, he and Tania basically heard the dragon father began to send ‘Wenqing disease’ are how far away from how far away, really can not stand him that kind of ‘petty middle-aged sick moaning’, just do not know is not in the situation of the different, David heart actually has a kind of Inexplicably touched, instinctively want to talk to this old father for a while, but in an instant gave up this not very realistic idea.

This magic world is different from the Blue Planet, there is no radio wave transmission, he can only communicate with him briefly through the celestial positioning direction when he is close to the celestial body, the dragon father who is in Torrell, and this will be similarly limited by the transmission of magic power.

In other words, he would only have the opportunity to message each other with the direction of Toriel for such a short period of a few days during his journey.

And as he traveled farther and farther afterward, that contact would only become more and more difficult, if not, impossible.

The transmission was seen to say:

“In response to the marking conundrum you presented with the ‘Quantum Dot Ink’ based on your mother, Pavla, I have found the Alchemical Direction, I, for one, will be catching up with your travels, and I wish you a good ride.”

When he saw this sentence David’s whole dragon was shocked, what the hell is quantum dot ink, he had only heard of quantum communication, quantum computers and other research directions when he was in his previous life.

But he whirled back to the relevant literature he had casually flipped through in college, confirming that some semiconductors would exhibit quantum size effects between 2 and 10 nanometers, but no one knew exactly what it was because of.

‘Mom, you’re really my super dragon!’ David said with a heart full of emotion.

Compared to himself who was sitting on a mountain of treasures but didn’t know how to utilize it, Pavela, the schoolteacher, was the truly heaven-defying existence in this world.

Then Davey hurriedly transmitted back a copy of some dusty material sheets in his mind about precursors that might be able to synthesize quantum dots when he was about to move away from Calpe.

It was only when the transmission was finished that he suddenly remembered.

That’s not right! Even if Attilicia really did ‘alchemize’ this kind of thing, he who had never seen a physical object and didn’t know the exact nature of it, no matter how [arrogant] he was, he still couldn’t ‘I seek’ it out ah.

As soon as he thought of this, David, who was originally as calm as water, instead became nonchalant.

Toriel, ‘Ghost City’.

Attilicia, who had just recorded David’s summons back to that material sheet, couldn’t show the slightest smile on her face.

It wasn’t that there was a problem on Toriel’s side, because there weren’t any relatively powerful forces in the Anarok Desert where their flying fortress landed, plus they always hunkered down inside the city and didn’t show any aggressiveness, so up to now, all the surrounding parties except sending some sentries for exploratory reconnaissance, after they all evaporated just like that red-robed bald guy”, they were all in the same position. After the red-robed bald man evaporated, they collectively fell into silence.

Attilicia knew that this should be due to the intimidating nature of the Nethereal floating city’s history, coupled with the Dragon Queen’s other arrangements to attract the attention of the Torrell gods and all parties, the return of this floating city to its homeland, in comparison, seems to have become the most ”normal” historical event.

The real trouble lies in their homeland, Ellaria.

Rather, just a while ago, he had just received a message from Zorciat, through a soul link with the elf Evgeni:

Compared to their group of fake immigrants posing as ‘Nethers’, the group of High Elves from the new continent of Elarria, led by that Queen Alashea from the island of Torrell’s Eternal Gathering, seemed to have a genuine intention to return to the old continent and then rebuild the Dwensel Empire.

At first, when she heard about this, she was a bit incredulous, because the old continent, as early as a thousand years ago, because of the elves, dwarves, humans, orcs and dragons of the war of the five armies was beaten into a scorched earth, and finally by the high elves detonated the well of magical power, resulting in the whole of the old continent into a land of broken magical network, magical energy frenzy.

As a result, the orcs were completely wiped out in the old continent of Scannus;
The elves retreated to the new continent of Granier to rebuild Dwensel;

The Dwarves retreated to the dark mountains in the east;

The civilization of mankind was directly broken into three petals, the south has been reduced to a desert of Kutaro ancient country directly into the ground in the physical sense, only a lonesome tomb and wandering undead, and a few nests of blue dragons jumping on their graves.

The other flap left to resist in the north degenerated into a primitive society that drank blood and became barbarians bred by the elves in the old continent.

Only the last petal likewise fled to the new continent of Middle Earth to redevelop, until chained to the Middle Earth nations of the gods of Toriel who were eager to expand their faith;
Only the survival of the more perverted five-colored dragons, is considered to be in the ‘finally no one wants’ the old continent stood firm, but the number also fell to the extent that can be comparable to the Torrells.

It was also because of this complicated history that Atilicia was still a bit incredulous when she heard this news from Hiatt.

After all, in the shitty environment of Old World Scannus, the five-colored dragons would have to pick and choose where to live.

Take the area around Pavla’s territory, the Katgana Mountains, for example, when David dragged the group of High Elves he caught to the plains to dig potatoes, he almost didn’t kill them alive.

He really couldn’t figure out what kind of idea those elves had to go back to Scannus to rebuild the empire.

It wasn’t until Hiatt’s words that he was enlightened:

“According to Nymphadora’s observation report, I don’t know if it’s due to the fragments of the God of War’s divine Kingdom crashing in, the Old Continent Scannis also detected a situation where the magic power seems to have started to rise, and at the same time the magic power has also started to stabilize, and more importantly, it seems that wheat can be planted on the land of that gang of barbarians.”

“Indeed . . is it.”

This thing that should have made the dragon happy was something that made Attilicia’s face become heavier.

Regarding the matter of the Ellaria Plane transforming from the Submaterial Plane to the Prime Material Plane because of the divine War’s initiation, he had once discussed this situation with Davy.

Magic Tide.

A tidal wave of magic due to high-energy debris.

But it should have taken at least a thousand years for this influence to change.

So there was only one possibility that Attilicia could think of:
That was that through the divine war between the Pentacolor Dragon Queen and the God of War, that new Goddess of Magic after the Saint’s Cataclysm had also begun to pay attention to Elariya, and had begun to work on restoring the magical network of Skanes.

That was the only possibility that could make the change in the Old Continent’s magical environment so obvious.

This was the only way to explain why the High Elves were so eager to return to the Old Continent. They, wanted to move the entire elves of Toriel, over there.

Just as when they raised their clan to move into the main material plane of Toriel.

Even if it was to be placed under the hedge of a giant dragon.

Until they held back for four thousand years, and with a Dragon Frenzy Labyrinth Lock, they completely drove the giant dragon backstab, out of the stage of history.

Subsequently because of the spider goddess Rose, no, then the elf god queen Ailoxene rebellion of this fuse, completely detonated the elves internal contradictions, five battle of the crown coupled with the Drow elves split, so that the elves will play themselves off just.

And in Ella Rhea this newborn main material realm, the high elves, once again see their own race re-emerge, the hope of dominating the realm.

Only this time, the one who bore the brunt of it, was the five-colored dragon, or rather.

The territory of his own son, Davyutos – Katgana.

Because the only port of entry into the Old Continent of Scannus was in the plains of Katgana.

Atilicia thought about it and asked:
“Where is Christos?”

“Still conquering in the Dark Regions, and has not returned yet.”

“Hasn’t returned so far?” Attilicia found it a bit unbelievable.

Recalling their previous visit to Bato Hell to head to the Evil Scale Fortress to be inexplicably implicated in the conspiracy of the Blood War, she couldn’t help but speculate with some malice that it couldn’t be that they were also caught in some kind of trap, right?

Or was it simply blocked by the High Elves in the Dark Territory?
After all, while Christos was an old red dragon who was a Legend, there were plenty of Legends on the High Elf side as well, and in particular, one of the best things these elves could do:
Magical Maze Lock.

He instantly asked Hiatt to relay the message:

“Tell Nymphadora to be wary of movements from the Dwensel elves, and in the event of force majeure, abandon Katgana and retreat back towards the Dark Mountains.”

“Yes.” Hiatt.

This was his final decision.

Only this time, he didn’t pray to Pavla, nor did he choose to tell David.

Because he knew Pavla, with Pavla’s nature, she might not care about that so-called territory, and more crucially, she was currently in the depths of the War God God’s divine Kingdom, so she had no time to care about the movements in the Material Realm’s Eralia.

David, on the other hand, would definitely care.

But by the time that child received this message upon arriving at the next planet, it would be at least ten years later.

Ten years from now, whatever happened, it would be a done deal.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

Because he knew that even if he, as a silver dragon, got a personal visit from Tiamat, the queen of the five-colored dragons, no, Tiamat, would definitely not see him.

With the ability of a Dragon God, what he saw must be farther away than himself.

And how could it be because of the gain or loss of a place in Skanis, let David give up the strategic plan against the King Killing Star.

Because of this, he didn’t want David to be caught in the same dilemma as himself.

Shiyat also brought news about Silver Grand Duke Mirriam through Evgeny’s side:

Due to Silver Grand Duke Mirriam’s political uncooperativeness and her orthodoxy in the hearts of the Elves of Ellaria, Elf Queen Alascia directly ordered the court mages to build a smooth high wall along the soil of Ceolus in order to prevent more High Elves from fleeing to Ceolus City.

Compared to the Green Dragon Nymphadora, who still had a way out, the Silver Archduke Miriam, a dear friend who had supported him in his potions research for nearly ten years in the past, was the one who was really in a dilemma, and also the one who needed the most help from the outside world.

Thinking of this, Atilicia tilted his head and closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths to calm his complicated mind, and came to a group of children who were fiddling with the model of the ‘Magic Ship’.

Those were his newly accepted students.

Only it was different from all the children he had come into contact with in the past.

Mortals learn in layers.

And the way they learned, they all came in awakened clusters .
It came to the point where he, the teacher, needed to ask these students for arcane instruction.

He knew that this was exactly what David had once said, the result of the awakening of the Seed of Memory.

He squatted down in front of one of the teenagers, named Oberon, and he raised his hand to gently stroke the head of the child who shared the same name as a certain Nesser Grand Auror in history, cupping the model of the magical ship and moving it towards the red dragon clay sculpture at the very periphery of the galaxy, and then softly asked:

“Oberon, can I catch up with him in thirty years?”

The boy shook his head, “You know, teacher, we don’t have Mithril energy cores.”

Attilicia seemed to know the answer to this and magically generated another silver dragon model:
“What if we take the Red Robe Mage’s magical sculpture and build it with your magical ship?”

Auberon thought for a moment, took the silver dragon model from Attilicia’s hands, shoved it onto the model of the magical ship, and then rushed it towards the model of the ‘sun’ as the other students gazed in either awe or skepticism, before looking seriously at Attilicia and saying:

“Then you must set off within ten years, and then fly in reverse towards the sun, using its gravity as a slingshot.

“So that, theoretically, you can catch up with Lord Davyutos in that time.

“But this orbit is so close to the star that any operational error will cause you to crash into the sun because of the ‘Lohi Limit’.

“Even if you make no mistakes, a solar wind, a flare eruption, could likewise wipe you from the stars.

“Are you really sure, you want to do this?

“Mr. Attilicia.”

Instead, Attilicia smiled and touched their heads:

“Then, please.”

(End of chapter)