Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"For lust, huh? Why are you so surprised? It's illegal to discriminate against the physiological needs of elemental beings."

"But aren't you fire elementals? Don't you have reproductive isolation?"

"Huh? How do you think those mixed elements came to be? Our hunting range is very wide!"

"...This is an eye-opener." The red dragon priest realized that this operation was imperative, and the molten dwarves really needed to change.

"Are you fire elementals having a tough time right now?"

"A bit, I guess. Last time we went to the Elemental Plane to chat with the other elements, we were really embarrassed. We were like a fire without a source, completely lost and without a target. Let's not even talk about the other elements. Do you know the Radiant Elements? A small elemental race that isn't even one of the four major elements has been incredibly arrogant lately. They seem to want to fight anyone they see. Damn it, they say there's a very strong Light Spellcaster in the real world, and those Radiant Elements are going crazy with excitement. Why don't you try to be more impressive? Where are our Fire Elemental Spellcaster idols? Freheimer, you're not weak either. Can you stop being obsessed with blacksmithing and become an idol to bring some honor to the Fire Elementals?"

"...Regarding the idol, what do you think of Red Dragon? A top-tier fire mage."

Baron Garden rubbed his little head.

"But weren't all the dragons dead?"

“We dragon priests have a grand plan…” Freheimer brandished the fire hammer in his hand, “If you let me strike Molten Core with this hammer, I’ll give you a red dragon idol and restore Mackenbert’s burning vitality.”

"Fine!" Baron Garden roared, burning the sunscreen and sun chair. "I knew you wouldn't let me down, Freheimer. It wasn't for nothing that I spent years squatting in this cave and even skipped my date with the ice elemental beauty. I still prefer the fiery lady's hotness, hahahaha."

The Garden Baron cast a protective spell on the Red Dragon Priest, hoisted him onto his back, and transformed into a wave of heat that rushed toward the lava pool.

“Freiheimer, as you forge the Heart of Molten Fire, you are also striking the Heart of Mackenbert’s Mountain. A volcanic eruption and lava rain are bound to erupt in the Dwarf Kingdom.”

"Then let him erupt, let those idiotic dwarves hear the alarm clock of life!"

"Hahaha, I love it! We really get along!"

Deep within the lava pool, gazing at the burning core, the red dragon priest raised his fire hammer and slammed it down.

"Rebuild our molten heart!"

"Dwarves and fire, you can't afford to mess with them!!!"

Chapter 588 The Dream of Fallwood

The City of Wanderings, District 5 of Light, Elf District.

The scholar walked through the verdant forest, watching with some concern the green dragon priest who was supervising the packing of the white-haired elf clan. Irason intended to use this opportunity to bring the wandering Wither Druids back to their homeland. Under the green dragon priest's "majesty," the stiff-faced, abnormal elves agreed to her request.

"Are you really alright, Irason? I'm still worried about you being alone."

The Blue Dragon Priest expressed his concern, or rather, his panic, which was dismissed with a smile by Irason.

“Brother! I was once the leader of the tribe, this little thing is nothing to worry about! Don’t you also have the heavy task of harvesting the tribe’s power? Neglecting your own duties is not the mark of a qualified dragon priest.” Irason had long wanted to try giving instructions to the all-powerful scholar while in a high position.

"That... I've already finished harvesting the power of the tribe."

The scholar casually pulled out a palm-sized, glowing diamond from under his robe. It was the core of the Wandering City teleportation array, now fully charged and brimming with the power of the arcane sorcerers.

“How is that possible?! We’ve only been back for three hours! Don’t you need to discuss plans with the Secret Council, argue repeatedly, and finally win by a narrow margin, and then spend a lot of time performing the harvesting ritual?! Why do you collect the power of your race like it’s breathing, Brother Moroki?! It’s such a troublesome task!!!” Irason roared in despair. Thinking of the trouble he was about to face, the scholar in front of him seemed like an insurmountable mountain, and he couldn’t help but kneel down.

The scholar, somewhat exasperated, pulled out a scroll and began to arrange his schedule.

"Upon my return, I immediately consulted with the Arcane Royal Family, that is, my children. However, both my son and grandson refused my discussions, citing their heavy academic workload, and relinquished control. Since my return, the Arcane Council has treated itself as a vassal of the monarchy. While I am pleased with this trust, I would appreciate a degree of autonomy from them. As for the materials, the Wandering City is now immobile, and its magic array core is perfectly suited for storing energy. As its master, dismantling it would be a piece of cake. As for the source of power... because I am a Moroki, my magic can replenish the power of my race, reducing the Arcane's power loss to zero. They have no complaints about this loss-free arrangement."

Hearing the scholar's boastful statement, Irason shed tears of shame.

"I don't want to talk to my elder brother for the next month, so please don't come looking for me."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you going back to the Dream Forest? If I go to you, it will turn into a diplomatic incident. If my magic replenishment doesn't add the aura of a blue dragon, I hope I can still help you, my sister. But, do you really not need my help? The Wandering City has some business dealings with the Dream Elves, and may even have some influence in the Dream Elf leadership."

Irason rejected the scholar's suggestion.

“Although you seem quite omnipotent, brother, you still can’t do this. The Dream Elf’s governing body consists of the Queen and the Council of Elders. We will not allow our trading partners to interfere with our autonomy. Moreover, the Fifth District of Light is mostly populated by Wither Druids, who were originally exiled Dream Elves and were already on the fringes of Elf society. Perhaps the City of Wanderings will also be excluded.”

"As the protector of the Wither Druids back then, your situation wasn't too bad. In the eyes of those dream elves, you were probably the culprit who betrayed them and caused the division of the race."

“But I really didn’t think that much back then. I just felt sorry for these rejected people!” Irason grabbed the scholar’s ​​collar and shook him back and forth, trying to explain that he was a good kid. “I wanted to find them a home, and the City of Wanderers was really suitable.”

"Then I took you in after you ran away from home, and for decades... You really don't miss home at all..."

"Hey hey hey..."

I wasn't complimenting you.

"...I'm sorry. But I recently returned to the Dream Forest and reunited with my daughter Tiffany! I can still do it!"

The Elf Queen must have felt helpless, seeing her son return home after decades to reunite with his daughter.

The scholar sighed. When the Sleeper was sealed away, the green dragon priest, a master of dreams, merged his own dreams with the evil thoughts of the gods, dragging them into the depths of the dream world. This allowed the dragon priest to escape the wicked whispers. But Irason paid a price; her mental state became unstable, and she even experienced cognitive impairment between reality and dreams, often appearing foolish and lacking common sense. Even if Morokie was angry with his companion who had once entrusted him with life and death, he would forgive her.

"Even so, the Dream Elf has survived your leadership and hasn't collapsed yet. The Elf race is truly resilient."

Ira Songn pouted.

"How rude of me! I used to have a good job too!"

"Then the Elven Senate was established to balance the Queen's power..."

The green dragon priest jumped up, and several passing dream elf girls covered their mouths and chuckled, looking at their tribal leader with affection.

"That's not my fault, it's the system I established as the governor!"

"Consul? Weren't you the regent queen back then? Why did you create the position of consul?"

"Because I have a full-time job that I can't handle! I have to ask my good friends for help!"

"If you've abandoned governance, what job are you supposed to do?"

The green dragon priest waved his flower-studded staff and spun around in place.

"The Green Dragon Priest's mission is, of course, to protect the dream realm and eliminate the corruption of nightmares!"

He's gone to sleep. This guy abandoned his job with the Queen to go to sleep.

"That governor must be very outstanding. After all, compared with other dragon-kindled beings, the Dream Elf's development is quite good." The scholar no longer wanted to confirm Irasorn's bottom line.

When the governor was mentioned, Irason's eyes lit up, as if he were showing off his treasure.

"That's right! She's my most reliable best friend! Susanna is my appointed consul, Tiffany's godmother, and the founder of the Senate! She's incredibly amazing!"

Susanna? The scholar pondered for a moment. He'd never heard Irason mention her name before; had their relationship faded?

wrong.

"Such a prominent position, compared to you, makes her practically the behind-the-scenes manager of the Dream Elves. With such powerful backing, your attempt to seize power within the Dream Elves is still fraught with difficulty. I understand... you've been stripped of your power. That once reliable lady is no longer so reliable, is she? Otherwise, why would you only remember that name now?"

Irason's face turned bright red, his eyes darted left and right, and his two index fingers touched his chest.

"Actually...actually..."

"actually?"

"Actually, I forgot. Susanna has probably been sleeping in the dream for decades. She's probably still waiting for me to wake her up. After all, like me, she's an immortal being with a very weak sense of time... Brother..."

The scholar slapped the mask with his hand, his trembling voice sounding like a low growl.

"You've forgotten your dearest friend... for decades..."

Irason ducked down, pulled down the nearest branch, and hid his face behind the leaves.

"...Decades...that's not a very long time, is it..."

Chapter 589 Nightmare Heart Susanna

Blue roses bloomed amidst the thorny thickets, their delicate blossoms scattered among the black brambles. The thorns, more numerous than hairs, sent a chill down one's spine, even though the roses were exceptionally beautiful.

This is a forest bathed in polarized light, where the soil and plants appear as a dark black, and black thorns, like invaders of this land, keep everything out.

The swaying arms stirred the lush greenery, a gentle breeze carried a sweet fragrance, and with each step the fairy took, new buds sprouted from the ground. The verdant green protected the lady as they walked together toward the thicket of black thorns. The thought of her delicate skin about to touch the steel-like thorns, the imagining her skillful hands being cut, stirred a pang of guilt.

So she softened. Every thorn that the fairy was about to touch withered, and the black earth seemed to come alive again for her. The beauty of spring enveloped the fairy within a meter's reach, and the black thorns opened a door for her, allowing her unimpeded passage into the depths of the thicket.

Irason reached out and wiped the dew off the rose petals with her fingers, and the somewhat apprehensive green dragon priest relaxed considerably.

“Susanna…”

The petals she touched swayed slightly, as if responding to the fairy.

Following his intuition, Irason began searching through the thorns. The location of Susanna's slumber was easy to find, for Susanna was a nightmare tree spirit, and the place where the plants murmured least was her dwelling. In Irason's mind, Susanna's murmurs echoed continuously.

“Irason…”

The green dragon priest quickly located Susanna's "bed," an oval-shaped recess that had been dug out, with antler-like branches blocking the top. Irason saw her face through the gaps. Manipulating her "bed curtains" to rise, Irason gazed at Susanna's face with a touch of nostalgia.

Her skin was a deep purple, the texture of which felt like a tender plant shoot coated with olive oil. Her physical structure resembled that of an elf, with slender limbs and delicate features, though she was slightly smaller than the Green Dragon Priest. Her captivating beauty was a weapon to attract the opposite sex, and Susanna possessed a composed air that the Green Dragon Priest both relied on and envied. In short, she was a beauty, though her appearance was merely a disguise.

The Green Dragon Priest knew perfectly well that his friend Susanna's existence in the real world was all a facade. She was a nightmare, an evil that devoured dreams, but still his friend, and the one he could rely on most.

Good morning, Ilan.

When the green dragon priest came to his senses, Susanna had already woken up, completely naked, lazily propping herself up and smiling at him. As Susanna opened her eyes, her aura transformed into an alluring, corrupting evil, but her eyes were cold, and black liquid streamed from the corners of her eyes, leaving two tear tracks on her flawless cheeks.

Good morning, Susanna... sister.

Susanna's smile became even more radiant after hearing the last two words. She stretched and stood up from the thorn bushes, embracing Irason and burying her face in his arms.

"Ilan, you've gained weight."

"Yes, the world has changed a bit over the years."

"I like these changes."

The Green Dragon Priest took out a pastry box from his pocket, which was packaged in the City of Wanderings.

"These are snacks for my sister!"

"Thank you, Ilan." Susanna took the box and, seeing the green dragon priest's disappointment, deftly opened the elaborate packaging herself. "What's this? Something delicious?"

"It's jujube cake, delicious jujube cake. I prepared it for my sister!"

Two women, not young in age but not in appearance, squatted on the ground, sharing the food they had just eaten after their reunion.

"I'm sorry, Susanna, it took decades to wake you up."

"Ah, then I'll forgive you for the sake of the food." Susanna, with crumbs of jujube cake on her lips, reached out and patted the dragon priest's head.

"It's only been a few decades, and I'm already very gratified that you still remember me." Susanna acted as if she had known this would happen all along, which made the Green Dragon Priest feel a little sad.