Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 311 The Dragon Soul
The ceremony of the Human Archmage Scholar is still going on. In the center of the altar, he stirs the magic power floating in the air, just like stirring the galaxy with twinkling stars.On the surface of the altar, the coats of arms ignited by magic power lit up one by one with the actions of the archmage, and a phantom of a blue dragon rose in the magic circle. It stayed behind the scholar and overlapped with the human body.

As the mage raised his head, the giant dragon phantom followed him and raised his head high, letting out a deafening roar.The space was torn apart, and the chaotic void behind the rift carried a dangerous color.

From the crack, four figures stepped out.

The Red Dragon Priest is a dwarf with a bushy brown-red beard that looks like a tree stump, with red hair like roots.The dwarf priest looked solemnly at the human mage in the center.

The green dragon priest is a slender and beautiful elf, with big eyes full of inspiration, looking at the human mage with sparkle.

The white dragon priest rushed out of the crack on the frosty frame. Even if it is humanized, the mermaid's prominent fins and scales still exist. The bewitching mermaid is like the frost queen.Looking at the human in the center with icy eyes.

The space cracked, and a huge four-meter-high human figure smashed into the crack. Wearing a broken sacrificial robe, the black dragon priest looked at the blue dragon priest in the center with an angry face.

On the dark wall, five giant dragon phantoms were fighting each other, roaring and roaring, almost overwhelming the sound of the ceremony itself.

In the end, the blue phantom spread its huge wings, and the four beams of light merged into the blue dragon's body.

The four dragon priests knelt on one knee.

"I dedicate here the perseverance of Freiheimer."

"I offer here the purity of Princess."

"I offer here the peace of Erathon."

"I hereby offer the power of Ormheide."

In the center, the human mage began to chant.

"Morokei's wisdom will continue the age of the dragon."

The power of the five giant dragons began to gather as the human mage raised his hand.Converging and blending with each other, faster and faster, until they merge into one, the hot light begins to flicker.

At the center of the magic storm, something is being produced.

It was a crown, and on the body made of diamonds, the five-color gemstones at the tip were shining.

The crown of the age.

Morokee Crown of Humanity.

The human mage was fascinated by the brilliance, he stretched out his finger, and it was almost within reach.

The power inherited from the dragon, after the ceremony is completed, humans will become the masters of the new era.

Just the last sentence.

"My clan inherits the crown from the dragon and becomes the master of the new era."

The gemstone crown that is slowly falling is only a gap away from the fingertips.

Lyle watched nervously, while the scholar and Irathorn looked away.

An angry roar resounded through the sky, accompanied by a dive from the sky to the earth, driving away all light.

All evil has nowhere to hide.

Under that ray of light, the crown instantly shattered.

"I won't allow it! Claws and flames roaring over the heads of my brethren!"

"I won't allow it! My compatriots are struggling and crying for their lives!"

"I won't allow it! There is a race above humans!"

"In the name of the Holy Light! Dragon, die for me!"

"From now on, aliens are not allowed to exist in the territory of human beings. Wherever human beings go, evil will definitely end! Because we are the new masters of the era!"

"This is the age of the Holy Light!"

Accompanied by the wail of the giant dragon resounding through the heavens and the earth, five dragon priests fell to the ground.

Times have changed, and they feel that thousands of miles away, the leader of the giant dragon, the Dragon King, has been beheaded and died in the hands of humans who possess the power of the Holy Light.The light shines on the earth, forming eternal day.The world is celebrating the birth of a new king.

However, it was not them, the dragon priest, who lost together with the dragon.

The human mage wailed in pain in the center of the altar, his body began to shatter, and blood flowed on the ground.Blood stained his robes red, ruining the king's etiquette to nothing.

The blood in the corner of his eyes muddied his vision, he stood up with difficulty, and looked bitterly at the four companions like him.

"We failed."

Feeling the vitality in his body that died along with the dragon, the human mage knew that his time was numbered.He forcibly used his magic power to cut off his connection with the ethnic group, so as not to interfere with those mages from the erosion of the ruins.

The physical tearing is already painful, but the spiritual unwillingness is even more heartbreaking.

The dying mage abandoned his demeanor, his golden hair red with blood, howling hysterically.

"Why! Why us!"

"We've been through so much! We've sacrificed so much! We've given up so much! In the end, we've lost it all!"

The words of the mermaid were choked and sobbed, "My brothers, we need to accept our failure. We have to accept the fact that there is still a race waiting for us. The Dragon Family has not fallen yet, we have to keep our hope. "

"What hope is there! The dragon is finished! All! All! My efforts with Morroki have become a joke! All sacrifices are meaningless!"

"Then you should do what you have to do, blue dragon priest! Mermaids and elves live on the edge of the world, and dwarves live underground. Only your mage group and the ancient humans of the black dragon priest need to be prepared."

"Facing the impact of the times, the impact of the Holy Light."

After all, Priest Bailong left the altar and disappeared behind the crack.

The dragon priests left one by one, leaving all the expectations of the future tense here, leaving with disappointment and loneliness.

Mr. Scholar still stayed where he was, feeling his gradually thinning body.He looked at the black dragon priest who stood up slowly.

"We just failed, and there is nothing left."

"We still have each other. And the will the dragons have inherited to us. Their names, their souls."

The black dragon priest stroked his heart.

"The soul of the dragon."

"I thought you'd feel the same way I did, after I lost my guide, the dragon Morroki. I thought we had the same responsibilities, Ka..."

The black dragon priest interrupted the scholar.

"It is the same, my brother. It is because of our sins that we keep ourselves well. We are the dregs of the dragon, and we must exist."

"From now on, call me Ormheide, I am the soul of the surviving black dragon, and I am an invincible power."

"I see, Brother Ormhead."

"Abandon the names of human beings and preserve the will of the dragon."

"I am Morroki."

The memory of Mr. Scholar is frozen here.

Behind the shocked Lyell, Mr. Scholar patted his head.

"After reading it, let's start the experiment."

Lyle looked at Mr. Scholar in shock.

"Teacher, Morroki is..."

"It is the name of the dragon I have inherited."

"Every dragon priest has made a corresponding choice, forgetting his own name, and inheriting the will of the dragon."

"This is the soul of the dragon."

"Our bond with the dragon."

(End of this chapter)