Chapter 1439 Cerela, Is This Your Partner? He Is so Small! (Additional Update 7 by Leader Yanjiu)

A long roar shook the mountains.

Grete looked up suddenly. At the same time, the crown of the oak stick opened rapidly, the branches stretched, and the leaves grew as fast as popping up, layer upon layer, intertwined with each other——

As soon as Gretel raised his head, he saw a large green umbrella opening up in his field of vision, gradually becoming denser and sparse, covering the sky. The ends of the big umbrella were all bent downwards, as if they were trying to wrap him up inside.

...Ashu, you are blocking my view...

Before a thought could be finished, a black and white brilliance flashed across the field of vision. Outside the canopy, a small snake appeared, coiling around the entire tree in the form of a giant python.

Wrap around the tree trunk, pause, suddenly disappear, reappear, disappear again, shrink in a circle, coil around the tree trunk, disappear again...

What is that on top!

Little snake, what are you doing like this? Is that thing rushing up from the crater your natural enemy?

While Gretel was thinking about it, he stepped out of the tree canopy and reached out to push aside the drooping branches.

Standing outside, the trunk of the maple Servilia was already close at hand, and the bright red crown spread high, hanging over his head like a red flag.

This...Sister Servilia, you don’t have to worry about me so much...The volcano over there is still far away from us. You don’t have to put on a show and try to drag me away at any time...

The expressions of the native warriors who rushed over had changed. He waved his spear and chirped at Gretel, and even [Proficient in Language] had no time to translate——

By the way, how far have the magicians of the Council traveled and how many languages ​​have they collected? [Language Comprehension] This spell can even translate what a group of natives on such a remote island say?

In short, the native warrior was extremely excited and spoke very fast. Relying on the stumbling translation of [Language Proficient], Gretel finally understood something:

This island, this mountain, is under the protection of the gods. The mountain is a sacred mountain. The entire northern slope and the upper half of the southern mountainside are the territory of the gods. No one is allowed to go up the mountain except with the permission of the gods themselves.

You can go up the mountain during the rainy season every year, but during the dry season, only great shamans who specialize in serving and offering sacrifices to the gods, and warriors who patrol and guard the mountains can go up the mountain;

Now outsiders are on the mountain! Outsiders are coming up the mountain! The gods on the mountain were angered and punished! Look, it's starting to spit fire...

Grete didn't feel much nervous. On the other side of the crater, despite the roar, he didn't feel any pressure. As for volcanic eruptions, ha, eruptions?

The intensity of this eruption is not big at all. Besides, even if it is a big eruption, at this distance, he still has time to escape...

While I was thinking about it, the crown of the maple tree trembled and slowly shrank. From being twice as big in diameter as an oak tree, to only half as big, to the same size, the trunk slowly lowers and shrinks back to its original shape;

The oak tree shrank together and returned to the form of an oak staff. It stretched out a branch and put it on Grete's shoulder. The oak staff then retracted upwards with the help of force, swaying slowly, retracted to the size of a pencil, and slid into Grete's chest pocket.

The wind was blowing fiercely at the foot of the mountain. Idian stepped on the treetops and shot up like a sharp arrow. A little further away, Cerela rose into the air, spread her wings, and flew over quickly.

"I'm fine!"

Gretel couldn't help laughing, stood on tiptoes, and waved to the bottom of the mountain. Servilia branched out a branch, supported him, and raised it high. He waved his hand twice, then suddenly paused and turned his head upward:

Whether it is Idian or Cerela, their attention is on him, but not all of it is on him. On the top of the mountain, on the top of the mountain...

What's that on the top of the mountain?

What is that shadowy figure among the billowing smoke, the spurting flames, and the magma that burns and ignites vegetation?

I didn't feel anything just now, but now it's getting worse and worse... It seems like there's something really big...

"Gretel, you go down first!" Idian passed by him like the wind, put down these words, and continued to rush upward. As soon as he said these words, the maple tree rose from the ground, hugged him and flew down the mountain.

The entire tree trunk turned sideways and shrunk into a small boat two or three meters long, just enough to carry Gretel alone. The two sides of the tree crown spread out and turned into three pairs of green wings.

One pair is extremely large and wide, holding the air flow steadily and pushing the boat down. The other two pairs are narrow and flexible, flapping rapidly to speed up the boat.

Before Grete could react, the wind roared around him, and he had already passed two waterfalls from a slightly higher position on the mountainside, and floated directly to Cerela who was rushing up.

"Cerella, what's up there?"

Grete leaned on the side of the boat and yelled. Above his head, Cerela's original form appeared, her wings flapped vigorously, and she passed by him. She lowered her head and glanced at him:

"I don't know! It feels very familiar! Wait for me to take a look!"

"I'll go with you!"

Gretel struggled to fly. Before he left the side of the ship, a branch wrapped around his waist and pulled him down hard. Servilia’s complaining voice came:

"Don't move! It's very tiring to protect you! It's smoke and fire, I don't want to stay in that kind of place! Let's go to the sea and wait for their results!"

"Are you afraid of that thing?"

"Not afraid! But annoying!"

Maple tree answered confidently. Gretel couldn't help laughing:

Everything has a nemesis. For ancient trees that are rooted in one place and cannot be moved until they are at a high level, and it is not easy to move at a high level, flowing magma is probably the most annoying thing...

Okay, okay, since everyone is worried about him, as the weakest and least able one in the team, he'd better be honest. Grete thought like this, relaxed his body and sat on the boat, turned his head and waved to Cerela.

After swiping twice, there was a sudden loud bang on the top of the mountain behind him. Gretel's eyes immediately froze:

What is that thing that spewed out of the crater? !

Not like flames!

Not like black smoke!

Not even like rocks!

Such a big lump, with smoke, fire, and dripping magma, rises high, and then rushes all the way down!

Wherever the magma drips, a flame will ignite. Wherever the magma drips, the trees will wither and the branches and leaves will burn!

That huge, chunky thing that looks a bit clumsy, yet powerful, what is it? !

Before he could understand, Cerela had already raised her head and roared. The clear, high-pitched roar of the dragon spread throughout the fields, shaking the mountains and shaking the sea waves.

Amidst the long roar, the huge flame also emitted a corresponding long roar, a low and deep roar:

"Cerila! You are Cerila! You...you have grown up, you have grown into a big girl!"

"It seems...it's okay." Servilia recognized the whistling sounds on the top of the mountain and gradually slowed down. Finally, I turned a corner and found myself happily lying in a pool of blue waves at the foot of the mountain, swaying gently:

"There seems to be a dragon up there... Do you think your Serira and that dragon know each other?"

Magma and flames continued to drip, and black smoke slowly dispersed. Gretel finally saw that the thing in the air was indeed a dragon——

Look at that dragon head, look at those wings, especially, look at the pressure, he is indeed a dragon.

It's just that her beauty was outclassed by Cerela.

Cerela is slender and slender, while the dragon is thick and short, short and fat;

Serila's whole body was pure silver, while the dragon's body was completely black, with patches of dark red, maybe because it was roasted, or maybe because the magma kept dripping down;

A row of thorns on Serila's back shone with cold light. Not to mention the thorns, the dragon's back was swollen in patches here and there, as if it had countless tumors...

The only thing that can be compared is that the height, or volume, of the two dragons is basically similar.

The dragon dripping with magma flew in the air, turned around and fell towards the crater. Serila made a small circle, then turned back and shouted to Grete with a smile:

"Gretel, come up with me! Come up as a dragon!"

Gretel:! ! !

Only a few days after I advanced to level 15, I transformed into an adult silver dragon and could only hold it for 5 minutes!

However, when Serela called, he could only bite the bullet and turn into a young silver dragon, flap his wings and fly up. Cerela stood side by side with him, always looking back. As soon as they reached the top, the dragon in the crater poked its head out:

"Cerella, is this your mate?—He's so little!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Cerela sprayed a cloud of cold mist into the crater. Compared with the full force of the ice breath, this cold mist can only be regarded as a greeting, or a loud "bah":

Even so, the cold mist the size of a house fell into the crater, and the rolling magma immediately froze. With a clicking sound, large swaths of magma condensed into rocks, a few rolled at the bottom, and sprayed high into the sky:

"Gretel is a human! This is his transformed appearance! How small! Have you forgotten that I should be as big as him!"

"Yes." The black and red dragon sank into the magma, rolled over comfortably, and brought more sparks to splash upward. It poked its head out of the magma again and looked at Cerela up and down:

"Serila, I remember you are much younger than me. You should be only 50...60...no, more than 70 right now? Why do you grow up so fast?"

"I'm so awesome!" Cerela puffed up her chest proudly. He turned around in a circle and turned to Gretel:

"Grete, let me introduce to you. This is Gerson de los Santos Fitzgerald, the lava dragon. He used to live quite close to our home, and he often fished things from the volcano..."

oh!

Gretel raised his eyebrows vigorously. Volcanoes often spew out some good things, such as gold nuggets, silver nuggets, various gemstones...

Being able to freely swim in the magma and fish out things from it is an ability that most dragons would envy. No wonder Cerela is so impressed by him!

"Hello, Mr. Gerson." He nodded politely. The lava dragon poked out a little more from the magma and looked him up and down:

"Cerela said you are a healer? A very powerful one? - Then, can you do me a favor?"