章節 135: Chapter 135 The Memories of the Watchers

However, just as the war was about to come, a magus woke up all the sleeping giant dragons.

The magus was also one of the five guards from the ancestors of the Similulu clan.

He was also about to wake up an old friend, an old opponent, Storm, a dark night elf.

Storm was Stormrage's brother. His ability was so powerful that he didn't dare to easily have a try.

He was old and might not be able to save the world and lead the war as when he was young.

But he felt that this young man named Jack could do it better than him.

As for his clansmen, it was a tragedy, an idiot.

How could mage disappear in this continent where magic was worshiped? They all existed as gods.

Only when a person slowly aged would he realize that the passage of time was so fast.

A watchman sat in a room on the mountain and looked down at the world below, surrounded by countless glimmering spheres. He waved his hand, and the light ball moved in the direction of the gesture, floating in the huge oval room.