Chapter 1041 Gretel: I Will Transform Into Sister Yuege and Save My Life! ! !

Chapter 1041 Gretel: I change...Sister Yue Ge, help me! ! !

If it were the most beautiful creature that Gretel had ever seen since traveling through time, it would undoubtedly be the silver dragon.

That streamlined body!

Those scales that are as brilliant as silver!

Those strong and powerful muscles!

That thorn is like a spear or a sword, pointing straight to the sky!

Breaking through the clouds and fog, flying high, bending his neck and spitting out a mouthful of ice mist towards the ground, the overwhelming physical power and magic power are simply unparalleled!

Grete always remembers that the silver dragon fell from the sky and fell in front of him, with his breath dying and no heartbeat at all. He and Bernard tried their best to perform DC cardioversion. The scales looked extremely thin, but it took a long time to use a dagger to break through the defense;

Gretel always remembered that the thorns and skin on the dragon's back looked extremely cold from a distance, but felt warm when he held it. Leading him forward in the lake, he stepped on the dragon's back with his bare feet, and the hard dragon scales felt strangely warm;

Gretel always remembers that when looking through the instruments in the Dragon's Nest Hotel, the silhouette of the silver dragon was stretched into various lines, but even so there was a smooth beauty;

Gretel always remembered that when facing the holy flame of the Glorious Holy See, those wings were tightly wrapped up, blocking out the fatal danger...

Save a bed of silver coins for her, build a dragon nest for her, earn gold coins for her, and learn the art of dragon flying to fly alongside her. What he really wants is...

Even one day, even for a moment, he could turn into a silver dragon and fly high in the sky with her.

I want to become a silver dragon!

The silver light skyrocketed.

The wind blew violently on the meadow. In an instant, the grass blades on the ground shook, their roots broke, and they flew outwards.

In the center of the grass blades, the cold mist rolled, expanded, and continued to expand in size. Every trace of mist was coated with a thin silver light;

And the place where the silver mist is the densest rises and shrinks, rises and shrinks. It seems that there is an extremely huge creature that is struggling to breathe and try to stand up...

Even the scene in the secret eyes began to waver. Archmage Heines, Archmage Zhannings, master and disciple looked at each other, and saw surprise and solemnity in each other's eyes:

"What is Grete doing?"

"What is Master Nordmark doing? What does he want to become?!"

He must not screw it up! Transfiguration, especially the first one, is the most prone to problems!

The Lord of Thunder is not here, not even anyone from the Thunder Horn is here, and there is no high-level mage in the transformation department. If something really happens, their master and apprentice may not be able to handle it!

"Quick! Get the secret eye closer!"

"I can't get closer! The image has been distorted! Now I have to zoom out a little further to see clearly!"

"It's better to go directly there! Don't worry about the secret eye!"

"No! Our undead aura is too strong and will interfere with him! Contact the tower spirit and Archmage Abate!"

"The person taking care of you there is a level 16 elf, a servant of nature... There are differences between the transformation spells of the transformation system and those of the natural system. Archmage Abbat may not be able to handle things that the elves can't handle..."

The elf can't guarantee that he will be able to handle it. Ashe Yuesong stood upright on the edge of the grass, her body shaped like a spear or a sword. He pursed his lips, clenched his hands into fists, tried his best to relax, and tried to gather the natural atmosphere around him:

"Gretel, don't mess around... Don't mess around... You can't change a creature that's too strong... You're not at a high level, you can't hold on, it's easy to get into trouble... Go back, start with the leopard..."

She was nervous, and the others at the edge of the grass were even more nervous. Linn hugged Mr. Trocca tightly, drawing his arms inward, which made the black cat feel a little uncomfortable. If it weren't for the fact that cats are full of liquid, I'm afraid they would have screamed loudly and waved their claws;

The black cat didn't struggle or attack, but it still held Lin's arm firmly. The pink and tender claws exerted force, and a plum blossom pit was forced out of Lin En's skinny arm;

Bernard took two steps back and leaned against Appa. The man leaned on the deer, and the deer leaned on the man. The man's shoulders pressed against the deer's chest, and he subconsciously began to push against the cow. Unconsciously, both Bernard's feet and Appa's four hooves began to sink;

Only Cerela's eyes lit up. The silver dragon girl subconsciously took a step forward, breathing rapidly. He opened his arms and waved them, as if he wanted to turn into a silver dragon, and suddenly he woke up again. Holding both fists, cheering Gretel up:

"Gretel, you can do it! You can do it! Work harder! Work hard! When you get better, we will fly together!!!"

Grete had no time to think about "yes" or "no". Nature guided him and pushed him to undergo his first independent change. And the autonomous magic power in his body is spinning, boiling, filling the changing framework——

skeleton!

muscle!

Scales!

Thorns!

wing!

Skin membrane——

The huge figure of the silver dragon appeared on the grass. From the head, to the neck, to the body and tail, just one stop already occupies more than half of the grass. Stretch out your wings and raise them gently——

The huge wind pressure blew away the silver mist in an instant, revealing a silver dragon that was as huge as Serela's true body, maybe even a little bigger.

"He wants to turn into a silver dragon! How dare he turn into a silver dragon!"

Archmage Heins suddenly stood up, his face ashen. Silver dragon, adult silver dragon, the spell to transform into an adult dragon, that is at least eight levels! You need a level 15, maybe level 16 archmage, and you have to be proficient in this area to be able to cast spells normally!

Gretel is only level 10! Level 10! Even if the natural priest has a bonus in terms of transformation, if he forcibly casts spells beyond many levels, he will be in big trouble!

"Let's go there immediately!"

"No, wait-"

Archmage Zhannings grabbed the teacher. After just such a delay, the scene projected by the secret vision screen changed again:

"Gretel——"

Serila's face was full of surprise, she put her hands to her mouth and shouted softly. Before he finished speaking, the huge silver dragon suddenly deflated as if it was leaking air:

Shrink, shrink. From twenty meters to ten meters, from ten meters to five meters, from to one meter...

The silver light faded and the silver mist dispersed. The huge body of the silver dragon that was showing off before seemed to be held up by the boiling silver mist. When the mist cooled and condensed into water droplets, it naturally shrank in size.

Height decreases, head shrinks, tail shortens, wingspan shrinks. Finally, what appeared in front of everyone was a miniature silver dragon that was only one foot tall and the size of a cat.

Gretel was completely stunned. He had just successfully transformed, and before he could be happy for a second, a wave of weakness suddenly hit him. Then, the line of sight began to drop sharply, lower, lower...

What's wrong with me?

what's wrong with me?

Oops, too ambitious, not enough level, not enough magic power, can't hold on anymore...

Gretel wanted to lift the transformation spell, but he had just turned into a silver dragon, and his magic power seemed to have been drained, and he couldn't even release the most basic spells;

He wanted to run, but as soon as he took a step out, he tripped over the fragment of the burlap robe and fell to the ground with a "splat";

After finally getting up, he could only flap his wings, whip his tail against the ground, and spin around on the grass. He raised his head, turned to Ash Moonsong, and tried his best to scream for help:

Sister Yue Ge save me——

"Woo~~~"

Sorry, shut up now. Why is the cry of the young dragon so pitiful? It's so destructive...

Lynn: "..."

Mr. Trocca: "..."

Bernard: "..."

Appa:! ! !

Silver Moon Deer pushed forward hard. The barbarian was staggered by the push, and he took two steps forward and almost fell:

Why are you still carrying me so hard?

The steps of the two archmages stopped. The next moment, Archmage Heins moved to the left, Archmage Zhannings moved to the right, and quickly operated his secret eyes:

"Quick, quick, quick! Record it!"

"Put the secret eye closer! Closer! Be sure to record them all!"

"Don't miss it! Don't miss every angle!"

It’s a rare sight!

The Plague Lord's young dragon, no, a young dragon, no, an extremely reduced version of the adult dragon form!

She is still wobbly, not very good at walking, falls to the ground, and screams!

This must be recorded! Take it to Black Crow Swamp and store it in the tower spirit of the Sleepless Tower! When His Excellency the Immortal saw it, he was probably laughing so hard that he leaned back and his skull was broken into 23 pieces!

Ash Moonsong started running as fast as the silver dragon shrunk. One step, two steps, five meters, ten meters. However, the speed of her running could not keep up with the speed of the silver dragon's transformation. Watching the blades of grass swaying, one... one... appeared on the bare grass.

By the way, this thing is considered a young dragon, a baby dragon, or a smaller version of an adult silver dragon?

Ashe Yuege tried her best to sense Gretel's situation, and subconsciously turned back and glanced at Cerela. Hey, real silver dragon, what do you think?

Cerela stayed where she was, with her hands clasped in front of her chest and her red lips slightly opened. His eyes were moving, and he couldn't tell whether they were frightened or surprised, as if he wanted to laugh a little bit...

However, whether it was fright or surprise, Ai Xi Yue Ge did not feel any concern or worry from the silver dragon girl. This also made her relieved:

Grete's current situation should, at least, not be dangerous?

Well, if only Gretel was there, it might still be dangerous. He had just completed his transformation, couldn't cast spells, couldn't fight, and couldn't even control his body well.

If you can't run fast or jump high, even if you don't get killed by a predator, you might roll down the hillside and break your own neck——

But with so many people around, I’m not afraid anymore. On the flat grass, with someone protecting you, there will be no accidents.

Ash Moonsong looked up first to make sure there were no hawks circling in the sky, and there were no flying predators that would suddenly swoop down and snatch Gretel away. Then, he slowed down and walked over cautiously:

"Don't be afraid," she said as softly as possible, soothing the cat version of Silver Dragon who kept flapping its wings and was a little flustered:

"You have become very good, your shape is normal, there is no problem... You can't fly or walk because you haven't gotten used to it yet... Don't worry, calm down, everything will be fine, let me help you change back..."

"etc!"

Cerira rushed past her like the wind. He stopped, bent down, and picked up the miniature silver dragon into his arms.

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