Chapter 1079 Cerela, the Loot Is About to Fly Away! (MiliBrony Leader Adds 10 Updates)

"It hurts……"

"Ouch, it hurts so much..."

"Hiss... Gretel, it hurts so much..."

On the silvery beach, Serila let out a long, short sound, and hummed. Grete held the oak staff and ran around her with sweat on her head:

The huge silver dragon had shocking wounds all over its body. Two feet long, three feet long, five or six feet long; it cuts through the scales, cuts through the skin, and cuts into the muscles.

Just trying to sew up the cracks on those huge wings would take enough work to sew several quilts.

There was no other way. As the strongest player in the team, Cerela was at the front and faced off against the Sky Knight. She is the largest, has the strongest defense, and has withstood the most attacks——

Although Grete kept adding defenses to her, due to the level limit, she still couldn't catch up...

The widest of those wounds was at least as wide as a palm. How deep is it? Grete knelt tremblingly on the dragon's back, stuck out his head, looked forward, looked down...

can not see clearly……

"Cerilla, please bear with it." At this moment, the only thing that could comfort Gretel was that the knight who cut Serira was probably the sword light extending from the long sword. In other words, the wound is narrow and there is less contamination...

Even if Serila fell into the sea several times and her wounds were soaked in a little seawater, with the dragon's strong body, it should not be infected?

Moreover, Serila reacted very quickly... wherever she was cut, she turned around and breathed a cold breath to temporarily freeze the wound. Like this,

"Just bear with it...I'll treat you right away...Sister Yue Ge! Sister Yue Ge! Here to help!"

"I want you to treat me...you can heal me well, and you can heal me without leaving any scars..."

Cerira continued to moan. Grete agreed without any words:

"Okay, okay, I'll treat it! Just be patient and I'll treat it right away! - Well, I'll treat this wound on your back first. Can you feel it? It's right here? Melt the ice away! I The treatment has begun!”

The silver dragon lowered his head and remained still, but the ice near the wound began to melt quietly. Gretel took a deep breath, pointed at the deep and long wound in front of him, and raised the oak staff. [Cure Fatal Wounds] is activated, and white light scatters bit by bit, falling into the depths of the wound:

Cleanse the infection!

Soothe frozen cells!

Improve cell vitality and promote cell growth! Broken blood vessels, broken muscles, broken nerves, give me speed to connect them!

"Oh...it hurts, it hurts..."

"Okay, Serira, bear with me."

After a complete [Cure Fatal Wounds], the five to six feet long, palm-wide, and at least one arm deep wound in front of me couldn't even be completely closed.

Gretel was sweating on his forehead, assessing his own magic power. He could only squat down and pat the dragon's back gently:

"Shall I throw you a pain relief spell first? - Can you restrain your magic power a little and don't resist too much?"

"No... that kind of level 0 and first level spell, no matter how hard I restrain it, it's useless..."

"Then...wait for me to look through the healing potion..."

Far, far away, Mr. Hawthorne craned his neck to watch Gretel try his best to coax Miss Silver Dragon. After watching it for a long time, he complained to his wife in a low voice:

"Hey, it's not that serious, right?"

It’s a bit incredible for these two people, one complaining and the other coaxing:

Given Silver Dragon's size, an injury of this magnitude to her would be equivalent to just a few cuts on her body, right?

It hurts, it does hurt a little bit, probably to the point where you make an "ouch" when you move, and another "ouch" when you touch something. Seriously? Do you need Gretel to run around in such a hurry? Need all the treatment you can?

Please, for the Dragon Clan, it should be fine if they have a full meal and a good sleep!

"Shh!"

Ms. Jasmine gave her husband a hard look. This big idiot doesn’t even know how to wink!

Don't ask, just ask because Miss Yinlong wants to act coquettishly. Cerela was injured, her back hurt, her legs hurt, and her wings hurt. She had to be kissed and touched by Gretel before she could get up~~~

"If you are in pain, otherwise... just eat a silver ingot? How many more? - I'll give you my share!"

"I'll give you my share, too." Ashe Yuesong approached Cerela, smiled and touched her scales, and a shimmering light condensed on her hand and sank into her body. Following that, Sissoyen also walked over, one foot higher and the other lower, and saluted her:

"Dear Miss Serira, thank you for your selfless assistance. I will not take any of the spoils from this battle or the previous battles. Even so, it cannot compensate for your efforts."

"Oh... this is not fair... everyone should have one share..."

"Just thank you for saving my life. - I'm going to comfort the pair of electric eels. I wish you a speedy recovery."

Sissoyen bowed again and walked quickly to the seaside. Behind him, Gretel had already waved his hand and placed a pile of silver ingots on the beach:

Eat, eat, eat, you will feel happy and your wounds will stop hurting, right?

The silver dragon chewed the silver ingot. Click, click, click. While chewing, he lay down lower and flicked his tail slightly. A thin mist began to rise from the wound:

Well, Silver Dragon himself can also heal, and the level of healing is quite high. Taking into account the difference in levels and the difference in magic power reserves brought about by the super large size, Cerela's healing amount is at least equal to several hundred Gretes...

Well, we need to digest the silver and fill it into the scales. Next time, an attack of this magnitude will never hurt me again!

snort!

"Boss, boss!"

There was a crash, and Appa came out of the water with a corpse on his back and rushed over. On the back of the Silver Moon Deer, Bernard held a long sword in one hand and pulled the belt on the corpse's armor with the other, fearing that the upturned armor plates would pierce the deer's skin:

"Boss, when will you be free to deal with it? I can't open this lock!"

Silver Dragon turned over on the spot. With a bang, Gretel slid down the dragon's back and almost fell off his butt:

"Okay, okay, I'll do it..."

"I want to see too!"

Three to five minutes later, seven people and one deer formed a small circle to look at the knight's body. Ai Xi Yue Ge gently stroked the nails and sighed:

"This armor is so exquisite!"

"Look at these runes! A place the size of a fingernail can be inlaid with such dense runes. This craftsman's skill is quite high!"

"This armor doesn't seem to be recent...it must be at least two hundred years old." Sissouian also touched the broken breastplate, feeling the power flowing under his fingertips, and nodded gently:

"The power above is not very full. It should be said that it is a bit exhausted. Otherwise, it would still be very troublesome to break it. Fortunately, I mobilized him to run for a day today."

There was a swipe, and all eyes were focused on Gretel—except Cerela. Miss Silver Dragon concentrated on stroking the big, dim gem in the center of the breastplate back and forth. Touching and touching, a little fingernail popped out involuntarily on my fingertips...

"Serila, please stop picking!" Grete saw it at a glance and quickly stretched out his hand to pull her:

"Let's try to take off this armor and repair it. Don't worry, the gem is yours, everything is yours, but if it can be repaired, the value will be higher, right?"

"Not really!" Cerela stared at the gem, her eyes sparkling:

"The metal used in this armor is very good, very good... I want to eat it..."

"If you want to eat it, you have to peel it off first! You're covered in the smell of corpses, so you're not allowed to wash it off?"

Gretel talked hard and coaxed her in every possible way, and then she pushed Serira aside - and gave her the long sword to play with. Well, there is also a diamond inlaid on the hilt of the sword. It is quite big and should be able to coax her for a while...

After coaxing him, he started studying the armor. The Sky Knight's armor seems to have its own mechanism, firmly attached to the original owner's body, and cannot be untied no matter what.

Bernard pulled, dug, pulled, and pulled with all his strength, but he could only drag the body together and let Gretel think of a solution. If this cannot be solved, the only option is to cut the body into pieces and take it out from the collar or other openings...

Gretel touched it up and down, and finally put his hand on the topaz. Meditate, concentrate, and inject healing power - the gems lit up and the armor remained motionless.

Gretel thought for a moment, adjusted the mode, and prayed silently in his heart:

"The great Lord of Glory..."

Maybe it will take the holy power of the Glory Holy See to unlock it?

Maybe, people don’t want to eat the holy power of the Natural God Religion?

I don’t know if the armor is recognized by my temporary impersonation... After all, it is just a thing, not that smart...

While chanting, he injected healing power. This time, not only was the armor motionless, but even the gems stopped shining.

Alas, I can’t be fooled. Grete thought about it again, took out a piece of triangular glass, and pointed it at the gem. Silently deploying the spell model, summoning a beam of white light, hitting the triangular glass——

The white light was divided into seven, pulling out a seven-color light band, only part of which fell on the gem. Gretel carefully adjusted the position of the glass, lifting, lowering, turning...

The moment all the seven colored light bands fell on the gem, there was a click and the armor untied itself. A breastplate is a breastplate, a gauntlet is a gauntlet, a girdle is a girdle, a helm is a helm...

Then, the runes on the armor lit up, and with a bang, seven or eight pieces of armor and helmets fired outwards!

"Catch it!"

Grete shouted, and without thinking, he rushed forward to hug the helmet, and was rolled backwards by it. Bernard also hugged one of them desperately, staggered a few steps, and sat down.

Ash Moonsong, the Hawthornes, Sisouyan and others each struggled to grab the parts in front of them. However, the central breastplate, belt, and two pieces of greaves had exploded high into the air—

"Roar!"

An angry dragon roared. Cerela played with the long sword, turned around when she heard the sound, and transformed directly into a silver dragon. With a flick of his tail, he drew the two pieces of greaves toward the ground. He flapped his wings and soared into the sky:

I bite!

I shoot!

I'll catch it!

No one can escape!

The armor is mine, the runes on the armor are mine, and the gems on the armor are mine!

It's all Cerela's! ! !

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