Chapter 1472 Close the Door! Throw This Golden Dragon Out of the Dragon's Nest!

After Vaska finished speaking, he suddenly transformed back into his original silver dragon form, spreading his wings and flying into the sky. Gretel looked up at him speechlessly, raised his hand to smooth his forehead hair that was messed up by the strong wind when the silver dragon took off, and sighed longly:

"...So what kind of disease is it?"

"Hey~~Gretel!!!"

Serila's clear voice suddenly sounded from the side. The silver dragon girl rushed over happily:

"Brother is here to find you! - What does he want from you?"

"It is said that a dragon clan member is sick, let me take a look..."

Gretel was still struggling and answered casually. Serila's voice suddenly became higher pitched:

"Dragon clan? Who? Which clan is it from? What disease is it?"

"I don't know...your brother didn't say anything..."

Grete complained softly. He doesn't care who he is or what race he belongs to. The question is, what kind of disease or what direction the disease is coming from, you have to tell me in advance!

Respiratory system? Circulatory system? Digestive system? nervous system? skeleton? muscle? Or...magic system?

Why don't you leave a reminder? I can also prepare in advance!

At the very least, some of the books in the dragon's nest are already open to me. I can read them in advance about the dragon's body structure, abilities, magic, and various details, rather than trying to figure out how to become a dragon by myself!

"That's what my brother is like..."

Cerela's thin eyebrows also frowned. He snorted, grabbed Gretel with his backhand, and strode out:

"Let's go look through his collection of books! Look through them! - If he doesn't tell me, I can't blame you!"

No, Cerela, is this really okay with you... I made an agreement with Vaska before, that I can only refer to part of his collection of books. The Dragon Clan is very careful about its collection!

Grete was dragged along by her in messy steps. After walking out of the hospital, he flew to the top of Vaska's dragon's lair. Before he entered the dragon's lair, a huge force of wind suddenly hit his head.

Turning his head again, he saw four silver dragons forming an array, holding up a ball of hazy golden light, fluttering down.

The golden light was tightly shrouded in mist, and the dragons inside could not be seen. Only a huge, thunder-like voice could be heard, humming and complaining:

"Fly slower, slower... don't turn... Oops, I'm telling you not to turn... don't bump... faint... vomit..."

"Turn around! Go to my house!"

Vaska's familiar voice shouted commands. With him as the leader, the four silver dragons drew a round arc, turned around, and flew towards the dragon's nest.

Grete quickly pulled Cerela back a few steps:

"Come on, let's get out of the way, don't block them..."

"It's okay, they should go to the top..." Cerela twisted her body and was about to transform into a dragon shape and fly up to greet him. One rushed forward and the other pulled back. Before the struggle could produce a result, something unexpected happened in the sky:

A waterfall fell out of thin air, drawing an arc in the air, and stars scattered in this direction. A sour, pungent, pungent, ammonia-flavored blast hit my face:

"vomit……"

Serila's face turned pale, she pulled Gretel, turned around and rushed into the dragon's lair.

Then a strong wind blew out from the depths of the dragon's nest. Taking advantage of the surrounding air to become a little cleaner, with a breath of dragon's breath, the ice wall instantly stood up, sealing the door of the dragon's nest firmly:

"What is this guy doing! What is he doing! It's so annoying! It's so smelly, so dirty, so sour!"

Even Gretel couldn't hold it any longer. Hiding behind Serila, shaky, her legs are a little weak

Although he is a master who can face the combined attacks of vomiting, diarrhea, smelly feet, and diabetic feet without changing his expression, he still can’t bear the scene just now:

Although the taste is not otherworldly, I can’t stand the large portion! The quantity is huge!

Although this liquid-solid mixture falling from the sky is just the dragon's stomach acid + stomach contents, fermented for an unknown amount of time, what is the volume of the dragon!

How big is the size of an adult dragon! How big is the stomach capacity? Not to mention, Gretel has always felt that the dragon's stomach may lead to another dimension and can eat food larger than its own size!

——The thing that just fell from the sky is enough for ten diabetic foot patients to line up and swim in it! ! !

The two people hid inside the dragon's nest, blowing each other with strong winds, drenching them with rainwater, and beating them up and down with cleaning techniques. Both of them were a little frightened.

Just after one round of filming, there was a bang outside, and a depression was made in the ice wall set up by Serrela. Spider-web-like cracks extended from the depression:

"Grete, come out! The patient is here! - Cerela! Untie the ice wall!"

"I don't!"

Cerira yelled back, completely ignoring the fact that this was her brother's dragon's nest, and it was her brother who was outside breaking the ice wall to open the door. Vaska obviously doted on this little girl. He did not forcefully break the door, but knocked lightly again and raised his voice:

"Come out! It's okay! We have cleaned it up there! - Don't worry, this is my own dragon's nest, how could I let him pollute it!"

As he spoke, he punched a small hole in the ice wall, and colored light emitted from the hole, summoning various phantoms to show the scene on top of the dragon's nest and near the dragon's nest. While showing it, he swore and swore:

"It's really clean! It's all clean! It's been cleaned for ten miles around, and all the things he vomited were thrown into the sea! - Don't worry, there's nothing on it. I also added a layer of ice cubes and turned around. Throw the ice out!"

Among the various dragons, Silver Dragon is almost the cleanest one. He said that he had already cleaned it up, and Gretel believed it.

——The question is, can you ensure that it is cleaned now and that the patient will not vomit later?

But this is no longer an issue that Gretel needs to consider. Vomiting can be a big or small matter. The most minor ones, such as motion sickness, will be fine after vomiting;

The most severe ones, such as projectile vomiting, indicate intracranial hypertension. If you don't deal with it, you will die in a matter of minutes...

"Okay, let's go up." He pulled Cerela. Serila snorted and remained silent, which was regarded as acquiescence.

When she agreed, there was a crash outside, and the entire ice wall collapsed. A huge adult silver dragon stood on the platform at the door, stretching its neck and looking in:

"Shall I take you up?"

Cerela held Gretel's hand, and the dragon wings spread out behind her, taking him to fly onto her brother's back. Vaska changed direction, flapped his wings a few times, and steadily carried Gretel and the two to the top of the dragon's nest.

There, on a flat rock as big as several football fields, three silver dragons occupied one side of each other, guarding a golden dragon lying on the ice and humming:

"Stay away from me... ugh... I'm so dizzy... ugh... don't talk to me, let me lie down for a while..."

The golden dragon's wings were widely spread, its body was bent forward, its long neck was almost flat on the ground, and it lay on the ground in a posture between a hen squatting and a farmer squatting.

There was a huge ice basin in front of him, big enough for seven or eight people to take a bath. Its head was resting on the edge of the ice basin.

There was a silver dragon guarding the patient next to him. If the patient vomited twice, the silver dragon would cast a cleansing spell to clean all the dirt to the bottom of the ice basin and seal it with a layer of ice. He would spit out two more mouths and deal with it again...

Okay, okay... If there is no flush toilet, is this how to clean it? It's quite effective...

Gretel rolled his eyes silently, not knowing how to complain for a moment. Vaska has already taken him to fly to the golden dragon:

"That's him! After being injured a few days ago, he's been dizzy all the time. No matter how he's treated, it doesn't work - give him a look!"

...That's not the way you talk about your medical history, brother. If it were a family member of a patient, it wouldn't matter if he said so. He had heard all the weird medical histories; but, the dragon clan, especially the silver dragons, seemed to be part-time healers?

"May I have your name?"

Grete circled around and stood in front of the golden dragon, trying to keep a distance that would not get him but allow him to see clearly, and asked.

Jin Long raised his eyelids slightly and found that he could see the other person clearly without twisting his eyes. He felt a little better about Gretel and answered with a hum:

"Vargis Golden Claude Kimilut."

"age?"

"174 years old."

A 174-year-old adult dragon is considered quite senior, almost close to the prime of life - of course, if the dragons who are more diligent and hard-working have already advanced to the prime of life at this age.

Gretel quickly glanced at the golden dragon in front of him. Based on his size, he really couldn't tell what stage he was in. Of course, this is not too important. In short, it only matters that the opponent is in a strong stage:

"How long have you been dizzy?"

"Half a month..."

"What happened before you felt dizzy?"

"He was hit on the head during the battle..."

Several voices rushed to answer. The four silver dragons who sent Vargis over spoke together, their voices rumbling like deep thunder rolling on the top of the dragon's nest.

The golden dragon Vargis groaned and immediately plunged his head into the ice basin:

"vomit……"

It seems that he is quite dizzy. With quick eyes and quick hands, Grete put a layer of bubbles on himself, then a layer of wind barriers, and then a layer of particularly large bubbles.

Looking left and right, all kinds of lights were shining around the silver dragons. It was obvious that every dragon was prepared for this situation.

"How was the beating? How were the injuries? Did the head bleed? Did the eyes, nostrils, and ear holes bleed?"

Gretel asked a lot of questions. Head trauma causes dizziness and vomiting, which are the most dangerous. The most critical situation that Gretel could think of was cerebral hemorrhage, which pressed on some important part...

"The beating was very fierce!"

"Varjis is so brave!"

"The golden dragon is always at the front!"

When fighting side by side, the golden dragon assumes more responsibility as a warrior, while the silver dragon often stands behind the golden dragon and assumes the responsibility of a spellcaster.

Therefore, the enemy's claws, tails, and various attacks fall more often on Varghese:

"It must be bleeding! There are several cuts on the head, and the whole head is covered in blood!"

"I'm telling you, that's the enemy's blood! The enemy's!"

Varghese roared loudly. I don't know where the vibration occurred during the roar. After shouting, he plunged into the ice basin again:

"Ugh~~~"