Chapter 899 The World Where only Gretel Was Injured Has Been Achieved (Night Dream Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Update 3)

"What? Pressure? Me?"

Cerela pointed to the tip of her nose blankly. Seeing Archmage Philby nodding with a smile, she turned her palm over and put her four fingers together. The thumb and the four fingers at the back are slightly bent at the same time, rounded up and pressed down:

"Click!"

Blinking, looking into Archmage Philby's eyes, he continued blinking.

Archmage: "..."

No, I don’t mean to put you on his shoulders, or on top of his head, or anywhere...

With your strength, if you press your shoulders, they will collapse; if you press the top of your head, your skull may be broken!

You also have a lot of strength in your human form, it's not like we don't know about it!

She was murmuring crazily in her heart, and continued to explain to Serira with a smile on her face. What Longwei wants is Longwei. What he wants is to use the dragon’s natural attributes to oppress Gretel and make him fight, so as to break through the shackles——

It’s not that you really want to take action!

No need to move even one, little finger!

"Well... okay then..."

Cerira stood up from the grill and took a deep breath, a deep breath. Close your eyes, then open them again. In an instant, your eyes change from beautiful silver-blue to bright silver:

"Hey-ya!"

Old Morgan's men gave him a meal.

Grete seized the opportunity, rolled and crawled, and escaped several meters away. He leaned against the tree, exhausted and panting heavily:

"...You want to chop me to death!"

Archmage Philby: "..."

Old Morgan: "..."

Serira: "...What should I do? I am not very good at controlling myself in human form... It seems like old Morgan is influenced by me and looks bigger..."

She looked left and right. In theory, this training ground was big enough for her to transform back into her original form; but Gretel, Mr. Norwood and others did not approve of her transforming into dragon form outside unless it was an emergency.

To put it simply, I feel that since she is still young and inexperienced, it would be better for her and Gretel's safety if her identity is not revealed...

If it was for herself, Cerela was a little unconvinced. At any rate, she has advanced now and is considered an adult dragon. The inherited memory of the dragon clan at this stage has also been accepted~~~ Although the experience is still a bit lacking, the adaptability is still a bit lacking. .

However, if it is for Gretel, just be restrained, just be restrained...

"Hey, old Morgan!" she shouted, raising her voice:

"Will Gretel's training be conducted on a relatively open flat ground, will it affect the effect?"

Of course it's not as good as being in the mountains. The terrain is complex, with numerous vegetation, and Annevia squatting beside her, spawning vines or something from time to time...

Old Morgan's words reached the tip of his tongue. He turned his head and saw Cerela raising her palm, making a gesture with her five fingers forming claws. Old Morgan understood instantly:

"It won't have a big impact! I can control it!"

"That's good! Gretel! Let's go to the top floor!"

Cerira shouted.

Everyone moved in a mighty manner and collectively moved their goals.

Bernard carried his grill, and Master Norwood commanded the invisible servants to help him carry ungrilled lamb skewers, lamb chops, lamb legs and chicken wings. Annevia walked beside him, holding a small basket of various kinds of food. mushrooms and vegetables;

Aurora took a trip to the kitchen, and when she came out, there was a floating dish behind her, and the aroma of various desserts on the floating dish filled the air;

Old Morgan carried the wooden sword and stared at Gretel almost escorting him, guarding him from escaping at any time;

Gretel was sweating profusely and his back was soaked. With one deep kick and one shallow kick, Grete forced the flat ground in front of the mage tower to walk out of the wild march...

When the elevator closed, rose, and opened again, the dragon's nest was already in front of us. Cerira was the first to jump out, followed by Grete. Next, Bernard, Aurora and others stood in the elevator, stunned, with their legs stiff——

brilliant.

It was brilliant.

Golden light and silver light are intertwined. A sea of ​​silver coins is dotted with large swaths of gold coins, like light foam on the top of the waves. And among the gold coins, beautiful jewelry looms from time to time, shining brightly...

The whole scene is like a dream.

"This is... Cerela's bed?!"

Bernard muttered. There was a clang in his hand, and the two-meter-long grill fell to the ground, spilling charcoal fire. He screamed when he was burned, and he quickly shook and kicked him. Taking advantage of his rough skin and thick flesh, he kicked all the coals out of the elevator.

Annevia quickly summoned a few water balloons, splashing them onto the grill. Then he helped Bernard push the grill out of the lift and find a place to set it up - from beginning to end, without squinting and not daring to take another look at the bed of gold coins.

She considers herself to be an orthodox nature priest, hardworking and simple, with a pure heart and few desires. As long as there is breeze, flowing water, forest and animals, she doesn't need anything. However, with so many gold and silver coins piled together, the impact is still too strong...

Calm down, calm down... Money is of no use to nature priests... Plants don't need money to grow, and animals don't need money to thrive... Forget it, don't read it...

Annevia was mumbling, Aurora lowered her head and only dared to stare at the desserts in the floating dish, and Master Norwood stared at the grill, concentrating on the heat of each ingredient... The exact same sentence floated in everyone's heart:

Is this something we can see?

This is us, a group of humans who are less than level 10, can we watch it for free? No, can you see it without giving up your life?

Even Archmage Philby took a deep breath and managed to keep her expression unchanged.

calm down. This pile of silver coins may seem like a lot, but in fact it only amounts to 10,000...20,000 at most...certainly no more than 100,000 gold coins?

All the instruments in your laboratory combined are several times that of that. There is no need for you to stiffen when you see the bed of silver coins... This is not a bed of gold coins!

Maintain your composure and magnanimity as a level 16 archmage!

Little Gretel is really generous in coaxing girls... Then again, if it were another adult dragon, this silver coin bed would have to be replaced with a gold coin bed before it could be given away, right?

Even old Morgan was a little unable to move. He carefully observed his surroundings, carried the wooden sword, and walked to the corner farthest from the silver coin bed:

"Come on, let's fight here!"

He called to Grete. Gretel frowned, glanced at his senior sister, and shuffled over:

Senior sister, if you want me to watch the legendary battle, I can just arrest people. Why do you want me to become a knight as a reward... After becoming a knight, my survivability will not be much better!

You might as well urge me to advance to level nine mage quickly! In other words, I feel like I’m just one step away from becoming a mage, although I still don’t know where this kick is...

"Gretel, work harder!"

Cheers of joy rang out. It hit the wall of the dragon's lair, making a rumbling echo, with the crisp sound of rolling metal - but Cerela had already returned to her original form, lying down comfortably on the bed of gold and silver coins, her tail swaying:

"Just wait and see! When you become a knight, I will prepare delicious food for you! Once you become a knight, you can eat meat!"

This... this is not necessary...

Gretel only had time to glance back before swinging his sword vigorously to meet the wooden sword chopped off by old Morgan. After just a few exchanges, Gretel felt something was not right:

Old Morgan's shot this time seems to be a little slower and less flexible? In short, it doesn't look that threatening?

"Stop!" Archmage Philbi had already noticed something was wrong. She shouted loudly:

"Gretel, is there anything on you that can resist mental shock? That [Endless Ink Pen]? Take it off! Is there anything else? Take it all off!"

"Well……"

Gretel really forgot about this thing. The main reason is that these pieces of equipment are always worn with him. To him, they are as common as eating and drinking. Take down the endless ink pen; take out the tie clip [Philosopher's Rose] from your pocket...

Just like you take out your mobile phone, textbooks, and cheat sheets when you go to the exam room, take them out honestly, put them on the floating saucer, and push them far away. After taking off all the equipment, I immediately felt something was wrong:

My heart was beating very fast, my breathing was rapid, and my feet felt like they were weighing a thousand pounds. Sweat broke out uncontrollably on his forehead and back.

This won't work... You have to advance quickly. If you don't advance, you won't even be able to walk in front of Serila!

He roared, clenched his sword, and rushed forward with all his strength. Against the shadow of Old Morgan's sword falling like snowflakes, he swung his sword, swung his sword, swung his sword!

"It seems like I've grown a lot."

"I'm playing better than before, and I'm very energetic."

The Norwood mage, Aurora, distributed a piece of equipment to each of them, huddled in the corner and whispered. Although Annevia was at a lower level, her resistance to dragon power was better. She stood next to Bernard and discussed with him:

"I feel a little worse."

"Yes, it is indeed a bit worse. The pressure given is not enough..."

"Either old Morgan will try harder, or Cerela will try harder..."

"It's hard for me to see... The main reason is that he knows in his heart that neither of these two will really hurt him. If he's not afraid, he can't be energetic..."

While chatting in a low voice, Grete went from pushing forward to retreating. The moves gradually became scattered, and the attack turned into defense. From the corner, step by step, he retreated to the center of the hall:

"Crunch——"

Without any warning, the heel of his muddy boot stepped on a silver coin and crushed it hard.

The silver vertical pupils suddenly narrowed. Serila raised her head slightly, propped herself up from the silver coin bed, and flapped her wings subconsciously.

"Roar--"

Inside the dragon's nest, a strong wind blew.

Gretel's breath hitched. At the same time, old Morgan braved the dragon's power, stepped forward with all his strength, raised his sword and struck down!

In an instant, Gretel's hair grew cold.

He subconsciously raised his sword to block. As soon as the two swords touched, a strong force came from the hand, pressing the steel sword straight down to the top of the head. One foot, half a foot, three inches, one inch...

With a plop, Grete knelt down on one knee and tried his best to carry it with his shoulders, knees, and whole body. Not enough, not enough...

That simple wooden sword was filled with murderous intent, as if it was about to split his skull open the next moment! Gretel's arms trembled, and they gradually bent downwards. A heavy weight weighed heavily on his back, making him unable to move and unable to escape.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-"

From the dantian, from the spine, from the whole body, a strong force suddenly burst out, pushing the wooden sword back hard!

"success!"

"finished!"

"Knight! Knight! Knight!"

Old Morgan put away his sword and stood up, smiling slightly. Archmage Philby put away her hidden mental induction spell and smiled quietly. The bystanders had already swarmed up, lifted Gretel up, and threw him high into the air:

"Gretel! You are great! You are finally a knight!"

"Banquet! Banquet! Banquet!"

"Boss, wait! I'll grill you right away!"

"Ugh... ugh..."

Tired, exciting, all kinds of lifting and throwing. Gretel was spinning, lying on the ground, vomiting loudly. The aroma of meat, wine, vegetables and mushrooms, desserts...

Sorry, he really can't take a bite...

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