Chapter 1447 My Territory Will Not Be Mine for the Next Thousand Years? !

(Additional update from bendachu leader)

Gretel worked desperately and struggled on the island for ten days, and finally treated Gerson's whole body.

On the first day after getting rid of the pain, the lava dragon roared loudly, fluttered its wings and rushed into the sky, and then plunged into the crater.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, the golden-red magma surged high, and then surged thrillingly down the mountain along the outflow channel at the edge of the crater.

From the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, it flows all the way down, igniting wild grass, shrubs and trees along the way. In the distance, the exclamations, shouts and screams of the natives were carried by the wind to the top of the mountain:

"The mountain god is angry!"

"The volcano god is angry!"

"Hurry and worship the volcano god!"

"Send the sacrifices quickly! Send the sacrifices up quickly!"

"How could it be! We have sent so many sacrifices during this period! Why are we still angry!"

"Let the king deliver it in person! Let the king deliver it in person! The king is blessed by the mountain god, and only he can appease the mountain god!"

After a huge noise and confusion, the indigenous people at the bottom of the mountain began to climb the mountain, playing flutes made of bird bones and beating instruments made of breadnut shells.

Carrying a shell as big as a bathtub, a coral tree taller than a human, a huge sea snake as long as two people...

At the front of the team, a man with tattoos all over his body and a feathered crown four or five times larger than his head. He was stout and obese. He held a smooth shell larger than a human head in his hands and moved forward with difficulty, sliding step by step.

Walk through the rugged mountain road, bypass the burning jungle, and move forward to the place closest to the lava flow. He raised his head, held the shell high above his head with both hands, and sang in a mellow voice:

"Ah! Great Mountain God!

You give! You destroy! You protect! You are deprived!

Our life comes from you, our wealth comes from you, our death comes from you!

May you accept our offerings and grant us peace and abundance! "

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, tilted the shell, and poured the pearls in the shell into the magma. Suddenly there was a loud exclamation from behind, and the violent sound of wind came down from the top of my head, accompanied by a rapid exclamation:

"Hey! Stop!!!"

Amid the exclamation, a silver dragon with shiny scales swooped down. The chief shook his hands, his feet slipped, and he and the shells slid directly down, falling towards the lava.

Before the person fell, the heat was already making him unable to breathe, and a shell full of black pearls poured down -

It’s over!

I'm going to die now!

I am about to become a sacrifice to the mountain god... Although as a chief, I have such a day, but I didn't expect this day to come so quickly...

My Eva, my Ajia, my slave, goodbye, I will never see you again...

The chief closed his eyes and curled up his legs and feet, hoping to fall into the lava a little later.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, the expected severe pain never came. Instead, a fierce cold current passed through his body, making him shiver and sneeze fiercely:

"Ah sneeze!!!"

"Oh! I hate it!"

A clear, high-pitched whistling sound passed by. The chief somersaulted several times backwards and suddenly fell down, hitting the hillside with his head. Unable to stand firm, he rolled around a few times and hit a tree before stopping his momentum.

Looking up, he saw a new god that was almost as huge as their mountain god, with a slender figure and a shiny silver body, floating above the magma.

The red flowing magma was all dim and frozen. Shells were suspended in front of the New God, and he was trying hard to pick up pearls one by one:

"god!"

"New God!"

The chief knelt down:

"God of cold! God of protection! Thank you for your gift! Thank you for saving my life..."

Cerira didn't even look at him. She was busy, directing the black pearls that had been floated by a floating technique to return to their shells:

"Hey! This one flew a little far!"

"This one almost fell into the lava!"

"It's so annoying that such a precious pearl has to be poured into the lava and burned! What a waste! You might as well give it to me!"

"And this coral! Put it away quickly! Put it away, put it away~~~"

Put away the pearls, put away the shells, put away the corals. Flowers, fruits, beautiful feathers, tied up monsters, floating, ready to be taken away——

Udian likes fruits!

Sister Yue Ge likes fruits and flowers!

Warcraft can be used as food reserves!

These are such good things, why do they have to be burned... What a waste...

She returned with a full load and flew back to the top of the mountain. A group of people were busy collecting the tribute gifts from the natives, collecting what needed to be collected, cooking what needed to be cooked, and eating raw when needed.

By the time the lava dragon Gersen emerged from under the magma, the cauldron had already been set up and the barbecue grill had been set up.

A group of people gathered around the grill, eating with their mouths full of oil. Even the maple tree Servilia and the oak stick stretched out a branch from time to time and rolled a skewer of meat over it...

"Hey, wait for me!"

Gerson was worried. When it comes to Warcraft, he also eats a lot, but when it comes to cooking, he is really not that good——

After all, when a lava dragon eats food, it either eats it raw or dips it in the magma. The surface is carbonized and the inside is still raw and bloody.

Like the big octopus last time, he had never eaten it many times before, thinly sliced, thinly sliced ​​on the surface, marinated and then grilled, and then grilled and sprinkled with spices!

There are no spices produced on Long Island!

Even if some dragons have gone out to play and have a batch of spices on hand, what kind of character do dragons have! Who would share valuable things except close relatives?

He wants to eat!

He still wants to eat! ! !

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat!" Cerela finished off a large handful of barbecued meat in one go. Gretel, who was sitting opposite her, saw the phantom of the dragon's head flashing in front of him. He turned around and said to the lava dragon:

"Are you ready for the treatment fee? We are leaving in two days! You are procrastinating, how long do you want to owe us! You are not allowed to eat our food until the treatment fee is paid in full!"

"Hey!" Gerson jumped to his feet anxiously. Seeing another batch of barbecue being taken off the fire, he rushed over quickly and grabbed it with his hand:

"Mine! Mine! My mountain! My hunting ground! The monster sent by my people! The tribute given to me! Why don't you let me eat it! And I have already paid enough for the treatment!"

"It's not enough! It's not even one-tenth!" Cerela argued with him forcefully:

"You don't want these pearls, shells, and corals! They are not in your treasure house, so why can they be used as treatment fees!

It's just a few monsters, some of which I caught. These are also included in the treatment fee. You are too stingy!

There is also lava. There is endless lava under the volcano. If you want to deduct this, you are going too far! "

"What's too much! Who is holding the pearl and not letting it go? Who is so distressed that she is about to cry when she sees the coral knocking off a twig?"

Gerson simply put down the meat skewers in his hand and retorted in a rumble:

"Lava is lava in a volcano, but I occupy this volcano! It's my territory! It's only through my hard work of dredging and guiding that so much power can be input into the Mage Tower!

These powers can be used to advance myself. If they are absorbed by your mage tower, shouldn't they be counted as expenses? "

The two dragons had a huge quarrel. First they were in the form of a human, then gradually they took on the shape of a dragon. Gradually one rolled up magma, the other blew out cold air, and rolled up into a ball on the crater.

The more noisy they got, the more angry they became. Finally, Gerson rose into the air and scratched his paws twice at Cerela:

"Come on, come on, go out and have a fight! If you win, I will give you as much as you say. I won. Except for this, I won't give you a single gem!"

Grete finally couldn't bear it anymore. He put down the soup bowl in his hand, flew into the air, and stopped between the two dragons:

"Okay, okay, stop arguing. - Mr. Gerson, if you don't want to pay for the treatment, then just don't pay.

Anyway, we are going to Dragon Island next. For every dragon I treat in the future, I will negotiate the fee in advance and charge it in advance to avoid anyone being like you..."

It's not that he lacks this little money, especially corals, pearls and the like - he personally doesn't like these.

However, it is impossible to let Serila suffer, especially if Serila fights to ask for treatment fees for him!

"Hey, don't!" Gerson was really anxious now. Even if everyone has never met the Dragon Clan on Dragon Island, they have all heard of it. Let Gretel do this, and everyone will mention Gerson in the future:

"Oh, he's the guy who even finds reasons to discount and default on the healer's remuneration, forcing the girl the healer likes to fight with him?"

Then we should unanimously despise it!

By then, if he wants to find a nest to live in, let alone a beautiful little female dragon, he will probably be kicked out!

"I'll give it! Why don't I give it! - Well, can it really be cheaper? I even asked them to search the islands hundreds of miles around..."

Serila snorted, and the cold air began to spread around her again. Gretel quickly turned around and persuaded:

"Celera, wait a minute. Look at this shell. It won't grow this big in a hundred years. If you take it away now, they won't be able to dig it out again if you ask them to dig it out. Besides, it takes a long time for coral to grow. a long time……"

"Then take out the collection!" Cerela flapped her wings fiercely:

"Do you know how much Gretel is worth in return for treating you so many times? Go to Elf Island and find out. When he treated the eldest prince, he used hundreds of wishing spells! One wishing spell is worth at least one diamond!

Are you not hundreds of times bigger than the Elf Prince? I'm going to treat you and apply it all over your body. I won't give you hundreds of times the price of hundreds of diamonds! Are those pearls and coral enough? Not even one tenth is enough! "

"I... never said I wanted so much before!" The lava dragon almost shed tears, and the hot lava fell from the gaps in the dragon's scales. Gretel sighed and waved his hand:

"Celera, please wait. - Mr. Gerssen, you can't get the reward now, can you? Then, would you like to pay it in installments later?"

"Yes! I definitely want to!"

"Then you see, these pearls will not grow for a hundred years. Since the reward you are giving now is not enough, Serira will have the right to come to your territory and collect all the output in the next thousand years. ,Do you agree?"

Gerson: ...Sounds fair, but why does it sound like my territory will not belong to me in the next thousand years? !