Like other normal dragons, Lysatos also likes to lie in a pile of treasure made up of gold, gems and crystals to snooze, and when bored, he buries himself, or grabs a handful to listen to the tinkling of gold coins leaking down through the cracks of his claws. But he is also a mage, rational, preference for order. Like other uncultured dragons randomly mix wealth together, and end up with a big bed of metal ore, and the artistic value of many treasures will be damaged.
So behind and to the sides of Lysatos position, is the force field energy composed of transparent display shelves, all easy to crush things hanging in a row in separate categories. Lysatos can grab them and play with them as he pleases, then throw them back, and the [invisible servants] cruising around the pile of treasures will put things back where they belong.
When Hora followed Flamir through the portal into the half-dimensional dragon's nest, the light reflected from the treasures and golden dragon scales almost blew his eyes away. Even from the unicorn who did not care about gold and silver, he was shocked by the collection of Lysatos.
It was too much! Hanging column of magic weapons, armor, clothing, paintings, sculptures ... a glance can not see the head. Male ancient dragon lying on his back also has 7 meters shoulder height, Lysatos but easily buried most of his body under the treasure pile, and the length and width of the treasure pile is enough for several unicorns to a short race.
Lysatos struggled out of the pile, black pearls and platinum coins tumbling all over the floor.
"Well done, Vlamir." The dragon's servant accepted the compliment with joy, but said nothing more. As an alchemical creature created by the Torch Mage, the Magic Eye enjoyed a permanent psychic link with the dragon, and what Vlamir saw and heard in the Green Capital, Lysatos knew all about.
"And you, Hora, your contract with me that has lasted for hundreds of years ends here."
"Yes, Torchmage." Hora carefully found a place to land in the pile of treasure, "Since the collapse of the great Father Oak's divine kingdom, resulting in the collapse of the Temple of Nature realm, you have blessed my people for hundreds of years, although there are some means I do not agree with, but I still want to thank you for moving around several realms to find a habitat."
"You pay the money and I fulfill the contract. All right, come with me to the sealed room to free your people." Lysatos lifted his wings and flew out of the bedroom piled high with wealth, and Hora followed Mercedes out.
"Though there are some tactics I don't agree with," said Flamir, who was the only one left in the dragon's nest, and who grimly imitated Hora's words, "Picky fellow, I hope my master will waste my breath in the future by doing less business with these mental cleaners of the good camp."
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The place where Lysatos was located was a half-dimensional plane that belonged to him alone. The Golden Dragon has been operating it for more than five hundred years, expanding from a small spot filled with smoke, lava and not even a human being could fit in, to a big guy with a diameter of 500 kilometers now. The demiplane is slowly expanding its borders by drawing free energy from the star world every moment.
There is no sun, moon or stars in the sky, the light is emitted by the positive energy singularity at the top of the demiplane. The proportion of earth elements is slightly higher, so the demiplane is dominated by land, with only two rivers and a small lake. Hora ran along the main road of the demiplane, and to his left was the arcane garden covering five square kilometers, where hundreds of magical plants from the Heavenly Realm, Hell, the Abyss, and the Temple of Nature enjoyed a carefully orchestrated environment for the growth of earth element, water element, and positive energy ratios. It only takes one-sixth of the normal growth cycle for the plants to mature and then be sent to the laboratory to be prepared into various potions.
The vast plain is naturally not only the arcane garden, other places are planted with wheat, rice, as well as vegetables and fruits. The energy spent is not as much as the Arcane Garden, but it can be harvested once every two months, and in addition to supplying the huge amount of food for the dragons, the rest is stocked up.
Responsible for tending the plains are the Constructed Magic statues, equipped with spider-like knobby thin feet, two arms are scythes, and two arms are clamps. A large construct, whose intelligence had been turned on by the casting of [Construct Activation], coordinated the planting and harvesting of all the plants, and when it saw Lysatos flying by, it hastily bowed its head in salute.
To the right of Hora are rolling hills, although limited to the height of the realm are very low, but is a half-dimensional earth element singularity, most of them are hard stone hills. When Lysatos constructed this hill, he let the earth element mix in with the other components. After centuries of development and accumulation, 3 iron ores, 5 copper ores, 1 silver ore, 2 gold ores, 1 fine gold ore, 1 tin ore mixed with cherished trace elements, and 10 veins of various colored gemstone crystals have been formed under the mound. Exactly what veins are formed is completely random, Lysatos also can not control.
The minerals are mined by a group of half-earth elemental dwarves and a small number of Thor stone monsters. These dwarves with stony, mottled skin are even greedier than dragons for gemstones and crystals. By paying one percent of the mined ore, Lysatos made the half-earth elemental dwarves willingly sign a permanent employment contract and be trapped in the tiny half-dimension for the rest of their lives. As long as food, ale, and mining tools are provided, the dwarves can stay in the pit with their hammer and chisel until they die of old age.
Hora turned his head unpleasantly; it was a form of slavery anyway, and unicorn morality was difficult to accept. He picked up speed and ran to his destination.
Lysatos gathered his wings, his body swooped in a streamlined dive, jerked his dragon wings before landing with a thud from the impact of the air, and landed peacefully in front of a huge domed building.
The sealing room was originally a place for spellcasters to conduct covert operations and conversations, so the outer walls were covered with dense anti-detection spells visible to the naked eye. But now it was used to preserve the dormant unicorn colony.
Lesatos and Hora walked into the building's interior and raised their eyes to see nearly a thousand unicorns floating in mid-air, shrouded in a complex magical aura. Their souls were sleeping and their bodies were in stasis. Only this way could the golden dragon run around the universe with a large group of unicorns, and the small half-dimensional could not supply them with food and shelter.
Obscure dragon language echoed in the building, a large amount of natural energy began to be injected into the sleepers according to the plan. The hatchling was the first to wake up, his red pupils filled with confusion as he was sent to the ground. His mother also landed, but her hooves went limp and she began to vomit, and soon the vomiting sounded in unison.
Lysatos received Hora's anxious questioning eyes, comforted: "soul and body incongruity caused dizziness regurgitation, sleep for hundreds of years only this side effect has been good." The dragon stretched out its right claw and released the second-level divine art [Pacify the Mind]. The aura with positive energy swept through, and the unicorns gradually regained their mobility.
...
On the river bank where the dragon and the elf first came into contact, the stone wall that stood glowed, and Lysatos and Hora were the first to step out of the curtain of light, followed by a stream of unicorns.
The young unicorn with fire-red pupils was only one year old when he left the Temple of Nature, and he cautiously observed the unfamiliar land.
The young unicorn launched a test run at a large hibiscus orchid, the tender yellow stamen of which radiated a sweet scent that looked delicious. Two steps forward, one step back, kick a pebble over. Approaching carefully, he didn't yet know that Saraph didn't have a lot of revitalized plants like the Hall of Nature, capable of firing seed ammunition or wielding vine whips or whatever.
Just as the little unicorn was about to shove a tasty treat into his mouth, his butt hurt and he jumped up in fright. The other female chick ran away with a thin smile, and the two cubs engaged in a fierce chase, filling the river valley in all its splashing waves with newborn joy for a while.
The adult unicorns strolled in pairs, stretching their bodies that had been stiff for centuries. The older ones were more focused on the nature of their new home, using their heightened senses to probe the natural forces of the Tyrian forest, the growth of the trees, the water quality of the rivers, etc.
Lysatos slowed his pace and kept pace with Hora as the approaching unicorns curtsied to their helper.
"Hora, have you thought about your plans for the future?"
"Now that we have become allies with the elves of this land, the sheltered way of life should change. I checked around the green capital last night, and there is a nice woodland across the city, at the other end of Shattered Star Lake, with scattered clearings and swamps, and it is sheltered from the elves."
"I'm afraid it's going to take more than a change in lifestyle."
Hora turned her head to look at the dragon, "Please speak plainly, Torchmage. Your wisdom will be useful to our community's survival."
"The question is whether it is 'your' pack, or 'your' pack. Biologically speaking, a species with only 1000 numbers can easily become extinct. If you don't change the social form of unicorns, the premature death rate and inbreeding will soon destroy you all."
Hora looked down and thought, unicorns are diasporic creatures, usually under 10 for a colony, and solitary outliers. The 1,000 unicorns are hundreds of herds, and only gather briefly during the breeding season and their festivals. Food scarcity and disease rampant and other unhealthy growth environment foals can easily die, and there are tigers outside the forest watching the human ...
"I understand, from now on there will be no more white mane tribe and other tribal names, only the Unicorn Alliance, and any splitters will be punished by me."
"A decisive decision."
"I still have some questions to ask. The energy of this material plane is strange, not too scarce but flowing very idly."
"Indeed. Saraph's location in the Toril Universe is too remote, and the omnipresent magic network of the Goddess of Magic Mistra leaks through this poor countryside. Although it's a low magic realm, it should have given rise to a shamanic culture where a few energy-affinity physiques can use supernatural powers, but not talk about control."
"Like that princess? She gives me the feeling like a druid of Sifanus, the whole forest is favoring her."
"Indeed, but unfortunately there is a lack of teaching."
Hora paused, then asked, "What about the divine arts? The Tia elves have their own gods, but the way they were surprised to see me using healing-type spells, was that a false god?"
"No, it's a true god. The Lord of Rituals should have two divine offices, [Tradition] and [Nobility], but for some reason He doesn't bestow divine spells on believers." Lysatos stopped and looked at Hora seriously. "I have to remind you that there are conflicting beliefs within the elves, and in the near future, you may have to choose a camp to join."
"It is not the behavior of a unicorn to interfere in the internal affairs and beliefs of another race."
I'm afraid it's not your turn to decide, Lysatos said to himself.