Chapter 60 Seventh Circle High-Level magic
She glared at Brian, but upon seeing his eager dragon fists, her head began to throb slightly, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck. However, she finally mustered the courage to haughtily snort, "One day, I, Salia, will personally reclaim what I have lost.
"Brian, don't get too complacent."
Brian, who was in the process of pulling out a Gemstone to return to her, having stolen one from her previously, immediately put it back upon hearing her words.
"I look forward to that day, but be prepared for the consequences."
Brian didn't believe that any creature he had surpassed could ever surpass him again.
This was the confidence of a Time Dragon.
As time passed, the gap between he and the White Dragon Mother would only widen.
Then, under Brian's watchful gaze, the White Dragon Mother reluctantly gathered the ivory and magical Ice Crystals, slowly moving toward the edge of the Dragon's Lair.
When she reached the edge, she looked out at the territory that no longer belonged to her, casting a resentful glance back at Brian.
Brian, however, was admiring his spoils and paid no further attention to White Dragon Mother.
With a cold snort, the White Dragon Mother flapped her Dragon Wings, flying out of the Dragon's Lair. Seeing her three young dragons waiting in the storm outside, her mood worsened.
They reminded the White Dragon Mother of Brian as her firstborn.
"My first time giving birth, and I produced a dragon like this...
"I'll never have Hatchlings again!" the White Dragon Mother resolved in her heart.
She had initially laid the dragon eggs for fun, but when the Newborn Dragons actually hatched and required her time and effort to care for them, she grew impatient and regretted her hasty decision.
Though adult dragons couldn't entirely control their reproduction, the likelihood of pregnancy was incredibly low if they didn't want it.
However, most True Dragons would have offspring during their adulthood or prime years.
As dragons aged, their chances of conceiving would plummet, and having offspring would depend on luck.
Irritably looking at the three Newborn Dragons, she signaled them to follow.
Soon, the figures of one large and three small White Dragons gradually disappeared into the storm, leaving Brian's territory.
Inside the Ice Cliff Dragon's Lair, Brian closed his eyes.
In his mind, a small light was moving rapidly.
That light indicated the White Dragon Mother's current position.
She had lost her territory but didn't seem lost. It was as if she had a plan, moving steadily northeast.
Brian could track the White Dragon Mother's movements because he had placed a time marker on her, located at the tip of her tail, making it hard to detect.
Brian opened his eyes, sensing White Dragon Mother moving farther away, and soon refocused.
He took stock of his spoils.
Various magical Gemstones of different attributes and colors, totaling seventy-six, surrounded by Elemental Super magic. They emitted waves of magical energy, making the elemental energy in the surrounding air extremely active.
Near these Gemstones, Brian felt his breathing was exceptionally smooth.
The circulation of magic within his body sped up, and his efficiency in absorbing and converting elemental energy from the air significantly increased.
It felt like moving from a narrow, stuffy room to a vast, fresh grassland, bringing great comfort to the dragon.
Besides the magical Gemstones, there were also numerous steel armors and sharp swords or spears, enough to arm a hundred-man squad.
These were the most conspicuous items in the Ice Cliff Dragon's Lair.
"The pattern looks somewhat like a tulip."
"Did the White Dragon Mother attack a human army?"
Brian thought silently, looking at the uniform patterns on the armor and weapons.
Though not magical items, their excellent craftsmanship and slight metallic sheen made them valuable. Unfortunately, Brian had no subordinates who could use these armors and weapons.
Both Ogres and Arctic Ice Spirits were much larger than humans.
His gaze passed over the armor and weapons, landing on a stack of magic scrolls.
These magic scrolls were rolled into cylinders of various colors, forming a triangular pile, wider at the base and narrower at the top.
Using a magical technique to detect super-magic, Brian saw that the magic scrolls emitted a brighter super-magic glow from the bottom up, indicating they were arranged by quality.
The brightest super-magic glow, almost dazzling, came from a pale yellow magic scroll that Brian now held.
A symbol was engraved on this magic scroll.
The symbol resembled a horizontal oval with a cross in the center, surrounded by outward-pointing spikes.
Brian recognized this symbol as the mark of the Evocation school. It indicated that the magic scroll contained an Evocation spell.
Evocation was one of the most visually impactful and powerful schools of magic, often accompanied by dramatic visual effects and more destructive power than spells of the same level from other schools.
The most classic Evocation spell was Fireball, with some spellcasters dedicating their lives to studying its variations.
Great Fireball, Explosive Fireball, Lava Fireball, Scorching Fireball... the list was endless.
Even Legendary magic included Fireball variants, showing how beloved the spell was among spellcasters.
Back to the point, below the Evocation symbol, there were words written in the Noah Common Language.
"Seventh Level Magic: Raging Fang Vortex"
The name sounded more like a Transmutation or Summoning spell, but Brian knew that one couldn't judge a spell's effect by its name alone.
Brian's knowledge of magic came from books obtained from William, which only covered up to mid-level fifth-level magic.
Seventh-level magic belonged to the realm of High-level magic.
Spellcasters who mastered High-level magic were rare and powerful, possessing combat abilities comparable to adult dragons.
"Good thing the White Dragon Mother didn't use this. Otherwise, I'd be in trouble."
Brian recalled the Thunderstorm spell that filled an area with raging lightning.
He mimicked the White Dragon Mother's actions, carefully placing the Raging Fang Vortex scroll under his tongue as a trump card.
"But where did the White Dragon Mother get a seventh-level magic scroll?
"A gift from an unknown dragon father? That's quite possible."
Brian shook his head, not dwelling on it.
He also examined the other magic scrolls.
There were forty-seven in total, covering various schools of magic, but their levels were relatively low, ranging from first- to fifth-level.
There was only one fifth-level magic scroll, three fourth-level magic scrolls, and the rest were first- to third-level spells.
Lower-level magic scrolls were of little use to Brian, but those of mid-level and above were valuable to him.
