Chapter 1628 Sky Dragon City: Let’s Go and Watch Gretel!
Silver Dragon.
Red Dragon.
Golden dragon.
Black dragon.
Crystal Dragon.
Emerald Dragon...
In Gretel's meditation world, dragons of various sizes appear constantly, ups and downs.
If the shadows formed by the white mist were just phantoms when he advanced last time, this time, they give people a "real" feeling. Yes, those dragons are indeed made of white mist, but they are different!
They look more vivid and more detailed. The most important thing is that their state of being in harmony with nature and elements is almost a bit like real dragons.
"Only level 17..."
"Yes, Mage Nordmark is only level 17..."
There were sighs one after another. The magicians of the plasticity department held their breaths and felt the fluctuations and resonance of the white mist dragon shape and the surrounding elements;
The transformation magician's eyes were bright, and he carefully observed the bones, muscles and even internal organs of these dragons. If it weren't for the friends around him, he would almost lie down in the white mist.
In the corner on the other side, a magician has already taken out his drawing board, brushing and drawing, desperately trying to record the appearance of the dragons. What is the ratio of length to width, the shape of the dragon's wings, the tip of the dragon's tail and the thorns on the dragon's back...
How can we usually have such an opportunity!
Even if there is a dragon around, it is impossible to get so close. Every detail on the body can be looked at carefully, and you can also jot down and draw casually next to it!
The necromancy magicians were even more excited. If he hadn't been trying to fight against the possibility of estrus, desperately pouring sobering potion into himself, and losing his mechanized mind, he would have pounced on and hugged those giant white mist dragons——
Get the jars and fill them up!
Get the box and lock it up!
Get a device specifically designed to restrain the soul and seal it!
Dragon!
The spirit of the dragon!
If you can grab some fragments and take them back, you can make a bone dragon or something, and you will be successful in this life! If it doesn't work, try pouring it into dragon eggs, pouring it into demon lizard eggs, pouring it into your other undead creatures...
"Teacher! Teacher, calm down! This is the meditation world of the Plague Lord! The Plague Lord's!!!"
A basin of cold water was poured down. The Necromancer, whose eyes were red and who was about to pounce, shivered and calmed down.
The Lord of Plagues is something you can’t mess with~~~
So they could only watch with wide eyes. Try to see, try to remember, try to feel. You don't even dare to release too much mental power. Someone else's materialized meditation world collides with your mental power. If there is damage, whose fault is it?
"Why does he have so many dragons in his collection?"
"have no idea……"
"How did he collect so many dragons?"
"do not know either……"
"This dragon looks like Anxi! That's right, look, it's chubby, and its tail sways left and right, just like when Anxi was a child! Only when he was a child, when he swung his tail, he liked to click left and right, and then hit A circle!"
In the Sky Dragon City, the dragons responsible for observing the situation on Dragon Island and monitoring whether there are any abnormalities in various places - especially whether there are outsiders from the small world who have come in and come down to Dragon Island to cause destruction - have already captured the magic circle. The scope is aimed at the mage tower.
Centered on the top of the mage tower, the area covered by the fog is getting bigger and bigger. The white mist dragon shape condensed in the mist, as well as other giant beasts, became increasingly clear.
Observing these white mist dragon shapes brought them rare pleasure in their boring life, but it also brought them endless doubts:
"By the way, if he collects so many dragons, will he, uh, do weird things to us in the future?"
"What are you talking about?"
The steel dragon Bastos walked over in a trembling manner. The two guys who were fishing for fun were excited. Before they could switch the direction of the magic circle, the head of the steel dragon had already stretched out:
"So many dragons...dragons made of white mist...interesting...Batista! Batista! Come and have a look! Are there any little dragons of yours among the gadgets here?"
After withdrawing from the world barrier or withdrawing from various energy supply points of the magic circle, a large number of idle dragons came over.
"It's so interesting, it looks like..."
"So how did he do it?"
"Should we go down and take a look?"
"It's inconvenient...there have to be a few people here to take over..."
"Then you can keep it. I'm going down to take a look anyway. I've been tired for a long time and there's nothing interesting to do. Instead of sleeping, I might as well go down and take a walk!"
"Then I still think sleep is more important..."
While the legendary dragons were talking about each other, there were already adult dragons and mature dragons slipping away. Especially Vaska, a group of old guys are coming to watch his brother-in-law, so they have to come and report!
...Unfortunately he couldn't run away. It's not right to say that he didn't run away. It should be that there were a group of silver dragons, gold dragons, and brass dragons hanging behind his butt. Their wings spread out, making a huge roaring sound, and they rushed towards the mage tower on the ground——
Then, far, far away, there was a sudden stop.
There is a man standing near the mage tower. It can't be said to be "nearby". It is at least two kilometers away from the mage tower. He stands with his hands behind his back, floating in the void, and his height is similar to the giant ball made of clouds and mist:
That person, to the naked eye, is just a tiny dot. However, if you don’t look at it with your naked eyes, but with your spiritual sense, or with the dragon’s innate perception of elements, you will see that it is a huge existence——
A being bigger than the legendary dragon!
A being bigger than the legendary second-level dragon!
Deep, condensed, rich, - dangerous!
"What are you doing here?"
From a distance, a somewhat familiar voice floated in the wind. Vaskar was granted amnesty and quickly turned to the side and landed on the side cliff five kilometers away from the mage tower:
"Uncle Diamond, we saw something strange here from the sky, so we came over to take a look... This is..."
"This is Master Nordmark's teacher, His Excellency the Lord of Thunder, a third-level legend." Golden Dragon Diamond replied lazily, scratched his paws, and pushed aside a cloud of mist beside him:
"Get out of the way! Land here! This distance is enough for you! - If you get closer, the Lord of Thunder will be worried that you will affect the advancement of his disciples, so he will drive you away, which will be bad!"
The Lord of Thunder would not take action unless absolutely necessary. Directly below him, an ancient elf tree held up an umbrella, and Princess Norrell was sitting under the canopy, comprehending the active and changing natural forces in front of her.
The Lord of Thunder stared at the clouds and mist in front of him, as well as the torrent of elements that transformed from the lightning pillar into a vortex of cloud and mist. While observing, I was also constantly speculating:
How did these cloud beasts like Little Gretel come about?
If we go one step further, will these cloud beasts turn into real, living dragons? Or at least a dragon beast with a body?
The most important thing is, when he advances to level 17, which spell will he construct? When I communicated with him some time ago, it seemed that I had never heard him mention any unique spells he was researching recently——
I had a good sleep last night. My fever has gone down and my heart rate has returned to normal.
It's a little bit faster this morning
I guess it's a cold?
But I still have to lie down for two days and let me write 4,000 words for a few more days...