Chapter 1557 Dragon, Dragon Soul? Don't Think About Eating Me!

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Golden Dragon Targaryen stood there and waved his hand, showing no intention of following. Grete was stunned for a moment, and could only turn to the magicians around him, and said bravely:

"Then let's go there..."

"We are going over, not you." Archmage Mengsk stretched out his arm to stop him unceremoniously.

Are you kidding me? When I came here, Archmage Philby gave me a lot of warnings: Others can take risks, but he can't; things can happen to others, but Grete must not get into trouble.

These hundreds of people are all pointing to him to take the lead in taking over the project. If something happens to him, everyone should go back to Nevis!

Grete also knew his importance and adaptability. He nodded, took two steps towards Jin Huanglong, and stood still. Seeing him like this, Archmage Mengsk finally breathed a sigh of relief and softened his tone:

"Let's explore the road first to see what's going on ahead. Once we've made arrangements and made sure we can go up ahead, we'll come to pick you up. For now, you stay here, Lord Targaryen will protect you..."

As he spoke, he glanced over secretly and saw the tall elf standing with his hands behind his back. His short white-blond hair pointed toward the sky, and the tips of his hair remained motionless.

Well, I didn’t nod, and fortunately I didn’t shake my head either. Basically, this means acquiescence. Archmage Mengsk stopped talking, rubbed his heels against the ground, and took one step back, two steps, three steps...

The group of mages followed him back. He took about ten steps back and stood outside Jinhuanglong's defensive circle. Something had really happened, and he was within a short distance that could be covered in one step. Don’t rush to set off now, but start building the magic circle:

Archmage Mengsk waved his hand, and five fireballs formed an array, one in the middle and four on the side, spinning out.

It flew a hundred meters away, exploded with a bang, and the blazing fire swept across everything, melting even the frozen soil on the ground, and quickly pushed out a circle with the detonation point as the center.

He clapped his hands, indicating that his work was over. Then, in the transformation system and the conjuration system, the two magicians looked at each other and nodded to each other.

The magician of the Change Department raised his hand, and dozens of discs, square boxes, and long poles fell down like a goddess scattering flowers, forming an array on the land spread out by the explosion.

The distance, angle, and orientation between each magic instrument are exactly the same, as if they were measured with a ruler.

Then, the great mage of the conjuration system raised his hand. In an instant, a ball of light exploded in the air, interacting with the magic equipment below, pulling out a curtain of light that fell upside down like a big bowl.

The light curtain disappeared as soon as it appeared, and the magic instruments sank into the ground and disappeared. There is only a vague circle of colorful light embedded in the ice. It is almost invisible unless you look carefully.

Even so, the broken ice and mud on the ground immediately quieted down and stopped rolling around. The frozen soil solidified, became smooth, and even had edges drawn out to create a slight anti-slip effect.

With sharp eyes, Grete saw a piece of broken ice outside the aperture, which was picked up by the wind and smashed against the aperture. Once it crosses that boundary, it silently breaks into fine powder and disappears.

After the defensive circle was drawn up, the magicians filed out and walked into the circle. They each took out tables, chairs, golems, and undead creatures, arranged them one by one, and then started tinkering:

The two light spots fluttered away from the defensive circle and flew in the direction of the silver dragon's corpse. A light screen unfolded in front of the conjuration master. A group of masters came over to look at it, and while watching, they wrote and drew.

The light point flew straight towards the lonely peak ahead. At a distance of about twenty meters, the light screen began to shake and distort, making it difficult to see the shape.

The conjuration master frowned and made two gestures. The two light spots went straight forward, approaching 15 meters, and exploded with a bang;

The second light point quietly retreated, and when it retreated to about 25 meters, the light screen stabilized. Then, following the control of the great mage of the conjuration system, it flew high, high, and flew around in a circle, taking in a panoramic view of the entire solitary peak.

Then, the alchemist threw three flying golems, and the round metal birds spread their wings and flew out of the circle of light, heading towards the Silver Dragon Solitary Peak.

The bird's eyes emitted two rays of red light, criss-crossing each other, falling on the solitary peak and then bouncing back, scanning out richer details. When the little bird flew back, there were two more golden skeletons, galloping towards the mountain peak...

Grete had changed from looking up, to wandering around, looking around, and then to tables, chairs and sofas spread out on the floor, asking Jin Huanglong to sit down, asking Idian to sit down, and then asking Bernard to sit down. Germany cooks something to eat.

The Golden Dragon Targaryen was smiling and didn't feel annoyed at all, nor did he dislike the magicians for stalling on time. He also commented on Gretl:

"They are quite cautious..."

"We are all high-level mages. Of course we have to be cautious in front of legends." Gretel bowed respectfully. Targaryen smiled more kindly:

"Caution is right, let them be. Well, what's coming?"

A demon doll with a round head, round arms and round legs was holding a box that was taller than it was. It was rolling towards this side on wheels under its feet. Rolled in front of Grete, looked around, and put the box on the coffee table:

With a beeping sound, the lid of the box opened automatically, and the walls of the box fell down on all sides, revealing a concrete and tiny solitary peak. From top to bottom, covered with translucent ice and snow, a vivid dragon shape appears:

The dragon's head was raised to the sky, its eyes were empty, and it was still roaring up to the sky with awe-inspiring power. The dragon's backbone, dragon's ribs, dragon's wings, dragon's claws, dragon's tail, and white bones are thick and clean, and they still have a fighting posture.

From the lowest foot of the mountain to the highest mountain top, the light spots were scattered and scattered, as if the dead silver dragon was covered with another layer of dragon scales.

If you look closely, you will see moss, weeds, tender saplings, and even flowers blooming stubbornly. There are birds and beasts digging holes in the ice and snow of the lonely peak, coming in and out, looking for food, hiding, and hunting.

The most eye-catching thing is that at the top of the mountain, deep in the hollow dragon head, there is a faint light, rising and falling, constantly fluttering...

Jin Huanglong took one look and smiled: "They are quite interesting. I am afraid that you will be bored, so I specially made a model for you to see. Well, this energy scan is quite good and quite exquisite. Even the dragon soul is Scanned..."

"Ah, is this the dragon soul?" Gretel suddenly became nervous. He supported his knees with both hands and leaned forward, almost lying inside the faucet to look at the floating light:

"At such a deep place... can they get in? Will they need to dig a tunnel? Can they dig it out? Will the defense of this lonely peak match the legendary Silver Dragon? Will they not be able to dig it out? Bar?

This light doesn't look very strong. After all these years, how strong is the Dragon Soul? Will it still be as strong as the legend... Will it hurt them? Will he dislike the Necromancer? By the way, what kind of equipment should be used for Dragon Soul? "

As he spoke, he became worried again. He stood up straight and looked into the defensive formation on the opposite side, almost unable to bear the urge to walk over. Udian held him down:

"Sit down! If you're really worried, Ms. Servilia and I can just go for a walk. You don't need to go out! I'll pick you up when it's safe!"

While speaking, the magicians had already started taking action. The three magicians of the Evocation, Conjuration, and Transformation departments each applied a layer of defense to themselves, their bodies flashed with brilliance, and they strode out of the defensive array;

Elder Knox took out a fur cloak from somewhere and wrapped it around his body. He was dressed like an old bear and walked beside them with an oak staff. The green leaves on the top of the oak staff did not sway, and it was obvious that the defense circle around him was quite strong.

As for the two necromancers, they were still huddled in the defensive circle without any movement. However, two skeletons took the lead and had already rushed to the bottom of the mountain.

The bone horses "Kaka" dispersed and formed a circle around the skeleton. The two skeletons used their hands and feet to climb up...

"It doesn't look very dangerous. I'll pick you up later, and you can go take a look." Idian kept watching attentively, and after speaking, he stretched out his hand and took the maple staff from Grete's hand. Jump out and run towards the mountain:

"Hey, I'm here! Wait for me!"

With quick steps, he rushed to Elder Knox's side in one leap or two, and then protected him as he moved forward. It was okay when we reached the bottom of the mountain, but the higher we climbed, the heavier it became under our feet.

Idian only felt that his whole body was suffocated, and his steps became slower and slower. He had to use his mental strength to call for the support of the surrounding nature.

Elder Knox still had time to look left and right, holding a small shovel in his hand, picking up some ice and snow from the east, and some soil from the west. He climbed a few steps to the left, dug out a piece of moss and put it in the box, and then climbed to the cliff on the right. Go up and dig up a wild flower.

Udian: "..."

Is this silver dragon picking people?

Is it true that those who are closer to nature will put less pressure on them, while those who are alienated from nature will put more pressure on them?

He climbed up the dragon's neck with all his strength, and climbed to a position close to the dragon's head in one breath. He could no longer climb up. Wanting the maple tree Servilia to help her, she lowered her head and saw that the maple tree quietly stretched out its roots and penetrated deeply into the ground.

I don’t know whether it is absorbing nutrients from the soil, or whether it is directly piercing into the dragon’s bones and absorbing the scattered flesh and blood of the legendary silver dragon. In short, it seems that it has not heard his needs at all, pretending to be a tree...

Idian is like this, and the magicians have an even harder time climbing. The Archmage Mengsk of the Evocation Department climbed to the middle of the dragon's neck. Panting, he dug a nest in the ice and snow and embedded himself in it. He could no longer climb up;

The two great mages of the Conjuration Department and the Transformation Department were slightly stronger than him. They seemed to have climbed two more cervical vertebrae and could not lift their feet;

When the two skeletons climbed up the mountainside, they exploded, one bone to the east and one to the west. The golem sent by the alchemist followed behind, and they couldn't pick it up even if they were too busy...

Seeing that their skeletons were unable to climb up, the two necromancers looked at each other, sighed, and had no choice but to walk out of the defensive formation and climb up with all their might. However, when they went into battle in person, they were no better than skeletons:

Halfway through the climb, the undead creatures used as assistance lay down. Climbing a little higher than the mountainside, less than two-thirds of the way up, I was out of breath.

Spreading his limbs, he lay on the ice and snow. Seeing a snow hare jumping up to them and staring at them with its eyes, the two magicians could only blink and couldn't move their fingers to touch it.

"How's it going? Do you want to help?"

Elder Knox collected enough samples from the mountain peak and quickly slid down on the ice and snow. The two necromancers lay on the ground, out of breath:

"No...help...us...take us...down..."

I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, just lying here, my eyesight has gone dark and my mind can't move. In this state, even if Elder Knox takes him to the top of the mountain, he probably won't be able to do any work, and he won't be able to use any magic...

Elder Knox looked around. The oak staff was lowered, and the branches on the top of the staff were growing rapidly. Five branches on the left and five branches on the right wrapped around the thighs, waists, and shoulders of the two magicians respectively, and were pulled upwards.

Soon, the two necromancers stood up straight, one on the left and one on the right, sticking to the edge of the oak staff. Being supported by Elder Knox, he took three steps and two steps at a time, ran down the lonely peak, and came towards Grete:

"Mage Nordmark, you must help us!"

As soon as they hit the ground, the two necromancers regained their vitality. When asking for help from Gretel, she burst into tears:

"This is all for the project! We can't climb up, so I have to ask you - then, this is the soul box. Just put it on the top of the mountain, closest to the dragon soul, and activate the magic... …”

"This is a magic scroll. After it is activated, you still need to use your spiritual power to guide it. Here are the detailed instructions..."

"We can't help it. Your natural affinity is relatively strong. Please be sure to give it a try..."

What can Gretel say?

If he doesn't take charge of his own projects, what else can he do?

In particular, Iuldian and Elder Knox nodded to him from left to right:

"It's not dangerous. You should be able to get up there. It won't be a big problem."

"As long as I'm here, I will protect you, at least to the area close to the dragon's head. Beyond that, well, sister Servilia should be willing to help..."

Grete gritted his teeth and could only take the soul box and scroll, and walked out in the wind and snow. When I reached the foot of the mountain, I felt my heart beating like a drum and sweat was pouring out:

Is this dragon soul so unfriendly to the outside world?

After so many years, Long Wei is still so powerful? My immunity to mental attacks is already very strong! I already have the protection of the moon god, why am I still in such a mess!

Or is my strength too low?

Affinity with nature... Affinity with nature... Calling nature seems to be of little use. The nature here is too silent and there is too little life...

never mind!

Cheating!

I can’t believe you would be so harsh on your juniors!

Gretel took a deep breath, stepped back dozens of steps, and began to transform into a dragon. In a moment, a young silver dragon more than 20 meters long with shining scales appeared in the snow, holding its head high and chanting:

"hold head high--"

He flapped his wings, took off, grabbed the mountain with his four claws, and climbed up. In the dragon form, the pressure from the mountain was indeed much smaller, allowing him to climb to the dragon's neck smoothly.

Oops, it looks like I still have some energy left, and I can still climb a little higher...

Gretel silently praised himself. At this moment, the entire mountain peak shook violently, the ice and snow cracked, the grass, trees and moss attached to the mountain fell rustling, and snow foxes, snow rabbits, snow pigeons, and various insects and ants fled frantically.

Grete, who was holding on to the mountain wall, subconsciously opened his eyes:

What did I see!

What did you see!

Is it a dragon soul? Is that the dragon soul flying towards me?

Such a huge dragon's mouth can swallow two of me when it is opened. You don't want to eat me, do you...

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