As night fell, the magi set up guards and defenses around the camp. Of course, their own tents would also be equipped with the same, or even stronger, defensive and warning measures.
Aslan casually carved a few Faerie Letters onto some stones, buried them in the ground, and then lay down on the bed in his tent and took out a game console. Although there were no smartphones in this era, the simplest pixelated game consoles had already appeared. While not as fun as the games of the future, it was better than nothing.
As for the novels of this era... they were mainly the more classic ones. Even after such a long time, Aslan could still recall some of the plots, but he could still occasionally buy them to review. A person's interests always come and go, and the same was true for long-lived species. He had already spent three or four months reading novels when he first arrived in this world. Now, although the games were simple, they were still fine for passing the time.
Aslan didn't play for too long before turning off the game console and putting it aside. As a long-lived species who had been able to maintain his physical condition for 1500 years without much change—unlike a certain black-haired girl who was only over 2000 years old and already had a bad back—maintaining a good work-rest schedule was the key within the key.
However, not long after Aslan and the others lay down, a clap of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky. At the same time, a loud dragon's roar spread throughout the ruins, waking everyone from their slumber. Aslan, in particular, sat up straight and rushed out of his tent.
This loud dragon's roar was all too familiar to Aslan. Although he had only heard this roar once, he would never forget it. Rushing out of the tent, he looked towards the center of the ruins. Although it was now night and the sky was covered with dark clouds, everyone present was a magus, so they could still barely see a little of the situation.
In the darkness, the city was still empty, as if there was nothing there. However, the next moment, thunder roared, and lightning illuminated the area.
Under the illumination of the lightning, in the originally empty ruined city, a dragon's head suddenly rose. To be precise, it was the shadow of a giant dragon. It quickly spread its wings, raised its head and chest, and let out a loud roar. It looked as if a demonic dragon had broken out from a seal. The giant dragon's dark-golden eyes watched everything as if it were a god.
And after the lightning dissipated and the dragon's roar ended, the entire shadow of the dragon also vanished without a trace, as if the dragon's shadow that had appeared under the lightning was just a fleeting dream.
One of the magi who had been staying here rubbed his eyes. They had heard the dragon's roar more than once, but this was the first time the great dragon's figure had appeared in these ruins.
"Am I dreaming? Did you guys see that?"
This magus used magic to stimulate his own brain. After all, it was already night. What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. This matter had been keeping them from resting well recently. It didn't seem impossible to dream of a dragon's figure appearing. But no matter how the magus stimulated his brain, the scene before his eyes did not change in the slightest.
What's more, could everyone have entered the same dream? That would mean that they were all under control. Aslan's mental strength and soul intensity were not something an ordinary magus could compare to. If even he could be pulled into a dream without knowing it, then this magus would have to be a powerhouse among powerhouses in the current world, on par with a Heroic Spirit.
Could it be that the one researching dragons here was actually Morgan?
What a joke. Morgan couldn't be bothered to research dragon species. If Morgan really wanted to research dragons, with her abilities, entering the Inner Sea of the Planet shouldn't be a difficult matter. She could find dragons there however she wanted. What's more, he was Morgan's disciple. On this point alone, Morgan could come to Aslan at any time to obtain some private, special information about high-level dragon species.
At this moment, another bolt of lightning struck from the sky. Under the illumination of the lightning, the dragon's shadow appeared again, letting out a roar that was no different from before. It looked like a replay of the previous scene.
Although he had heard that lightning could, under special circumstances, imprint a scene onto the surrounding rocks, he had never seen such a reenactment. What's more, if it was really just an imprint, the same situation should have occurred during normal thunderstorms. How could it be that after such a long time, such a miraculous scene would appear?
What's more, Aslan would never forget the scene before him. What a joke! This was the scene from over 1500 years ago, when the will of this island's White Dragon became its true form, breaking through the dark magic, spreading its wings, and roaring!
Even though it had only spread its wings and flown once, even though this figure had only been reflected in his eyes for less than a day, Aslan had still deeply engraved it in his heart. No matter what, the white dragon that had spread its wings and roared was his cheap father. When everyone saw it as a great enemy, after ten, twenty, or even a hundred years had passed, how many people would still remember him firmly?
The super-strong body he was using now, the body with a long life, was all a gift from his cheap white dragon old dad. Therefore, he had a responsibility and an obligation to firmly remember his old dad's appearance and his most glorious moment.
Aslan took a deep breath, staring intently at the scene before him. Time seemed to flow back to 1500 years ago. At that time, this area had been completely turned into a flat ruin because of the White Dragon spreading its wings. At that time, he was not the only one fighting his cheap old dad. At that time, it was still the glorious beginning of the legend of King Arthur.
Good grief.
Looking at it now, this was more than just causing trouble on his cheap old dad's grave. This was basically preparing to dig up his old dad and whip his corpse? His old dad had been dead for 1500 years. Couldn't they just let him continue to lie there peacefully? Why did they have to drag him back into this world? What kind of hatred was this?
Aslan pursed his lips. With the other party causing trouble like this, he, as a filial son, couldn't just stand by and do nothing. He turned back into the tent, stuffed Melusine into the package, then lit a magical lamp and ran directly towards the depths of the ruins.
After seeing Aslan's actions, the others didn't know whether they should follow him or not. As if sensing their hesitation, Aslan raised his hand and quickly waved it.
"I'm going to check the situation. Don't worry, I have enough ability to protect myself. You guys better not follow!"