Sleeping green dragon? A quirky copper dragon?

Watching the eagle-eyed walker in the Emerald Garden gradually disappear into a small falcon, Thorne fell into contemplation.

As for the general information about the red copper dragon, he has heard some rumors.

It is said that the lord of Iron Horse Town purchased several powerful spell scrolls at a great price in order to open up a flat area on the mountainside to establish a territory, and directly razed a small hill to the ground.

Then what he did not expect was that the violent explosion and vibration generated by the power of the spell, as well as the collapse of the mountain, almost alarmed all the Druids living in seclusion on the emerald field.

The result can be imagined, the angry Druids are ready to eliminate all the terrorists who like to play blasting.

At this desperate moment, a turning point came.

A red copper dragon, who was also awakened by the aftermath of the explosion, was born out of nowhere, and with a step that his six relatives did not recognize, he arrogantly stopped this group of druids who wanted to exercise the 'wrath of nature'.

Of course, it's not that this copper dragon who doesn't get up has a strong sense of justice.

The main reason is that this copper dragon with a quirky personality was inadvertently poked into a laugh by this group of terrorists playing blasting.

The red copper dragon thought that these players who liked to play blasting looked very interesting, so he arrogantly stopped a group of druids who were blowing beards and staring.

Facing a red copper dragon, the druids of Jade Leisure Court were unable to fight nor dared to fight against it, so naturally they could only retreat in despair and go back to their respective homes.

It can be seen from this that this red copper dragon full of evil tastes is definitely a funny battle.

Therefore, for Thorne, even if he finds this funny dragon, he does not think that he has a way to convince the other party to deal with the green dragon.

"Lord of the Night, the copper dragon of the Emerald Wilderness and the green dragon of the Serene Forest, do you know the origins of these two dragons?" Thorne, who was brooding, looked at the sorcerer Anaxis and asked. road.

"Don't you really intend to persuade that copper dragon?" The warlock froze for a moment, looked at the ranger in surprise, thought about it, and reminded him kindly:

"Although most of the metal dragons belong to the good camp and basically do not harm the lives of adventurers, their extremely arrogant and self-righteous personalities lead them to act according to their own preferences.

If you annoy them, the inhuman torture is sometimes worse than killing you, so I advise you not to try this kind of unrealistic idea. "

"I know, I'm just curious about the origin and strength of these two dragons, and why they live on the Corina Peninsula." Thorne naturally understood what the Warlock's reminder meant.

After all, he is also someone who has seen the black dragon Sigrid. Although her body is the soul of a modern person, her personality is still affected to a certain extent.

The only good thing is that Sigrid was not affected by the evil of the black dragon.

And the reason why he asks is because he simply wants to know.

At the same time, after hearing Thorne's question, the succubus paladin Jessica also looked over curiously. From her fluctuating expression, she seemed to be very interested in these two dragons.

"More than a hundred years ago, this copper dragon and the green dragon fought on the emerald field in order to compete for a very interesting bard."

The sorcerer Anaxis felt the gazes of the two, and told them: "The end result is that the unfortunate bard was divided in half by the two dragons, and the two of them were also seriously injured. Then they went back to their lair and fell asleep."

"Listen to what you said, the Falling Dragon Canyon on the edge of the Great Sword Mark Mountains should not be caused by them." Thorne guessed subconsciously after listening to the simple description of the sorcerer Anax.

"That's right, that's the main battle arena. They all belong to extremely old dragons. No one dares to stop a battle of that level, not even the legendary Druid of the Emerald Garden." Sorcery The teacher nodded slightly to Thorne.

"It turned out to be two extremely old dragons." Thorne looked shocked and whispered in his heart.

The growth of dragons is generally divided into twelve periods: young dragons, young dragons, juveniles, teenagers, youth, adults, adults, old age, extremely old, ancient dragons, ancient dragons and ancient dragons.

Similarly, the twelve periods also correspond to different challenge levels, such as the red dragon player Argottus he has seen.

As the most powerful dragon among the five-colored evil dragons, the red dragon, even though Argotus is a young dragon who has reached the second stage, his challenge level has reached level 4, and his personal level is at least about level 8.

As for the second-to-last black dragon among the five-colored evil dragons, Sigritte, the black dragon who has reached his prime.

According to Thorne's guess, this little girl's challenge level is at least 15, and her personal level may have reached the legendary realm.

This is the gap between races and races. Only these perverted dragons can successfully advance to the legendary realm by filling their stomachs and getting a good night's sleep.

Just like how he is still struggling with how to perfectly advance to the hero level, for the giant dragon, as long as it takes enough time, the increase in strength will come naturally.

This is why most dragons are filled with all kinds of chaotic jokes.

Mainly because their state of mind is not stable at all, almost all of them are a group of funny people who only increase their age but not their IQ. They sleep so much that their brains fall sick.

Take the black dragon Sigrid as an example. She has lived in the underground world for more than 400 years. She still behaves like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and it gives him a headache when he sees it.

So, it's almost impossible to see a giant dragon that honestly stays in the room all day, like a good baby, learning about spells.

Thinking of the sleeping green dragon in the Forest of Tranquility, Thorne was still a little worried.

After all, if this very old green dragon is awakened and flew out by the Hulk Hobgoblin, I am afraid it will be an unstoppable disaster for the entire emerald field, unless the wizard tower of Winter City or the eagle eye It is possible to stop the red copper dragon mentioned by the walker.

However, after thinking about it carefully, he found a key point, that is, the price of the Hulk Hobgoblin awakening the green dragon must be very high, otherwise they would not keep this trump card forever.

Although Hobgoblins will not easily wake up the sleeping green dragon, it does not mean that they will not take risks to do so when faced with a fatal crisis.

That is to say, if the town of Waterfalls wants to completely eliminate the Hulk Hobgoblin from the Serenity Forest, it must face the risk of them suddenly awakening the green dragon.

If there is no means to deal with the green dragon, then when this deterrent force exists for a long time, they will not dare to launch a counterattack against the hobgoblins, and can only choose passive defense again and again.

"This is indeed a very difficult issue. It seems that the key factor is still the copper dragon." Thorne thought to himself.

He didn't think much about such a troublesome problem, but only thought in his mind that he would leave this problem to someone else to solve after returning to Waterfall Town.

After all, there are so many people in the entire Emerald Wilderness, and he doesn't believe that there will be no player who can cater to the evil taste of the red copper dragon.

For example, the group of demolitionists in Iron Horse Town successfully poked the laughter of the red copper dragon.

If it really doesn't work, let them play Demolition again?

Therefore, Thorne believes that there will always be a way, but the right way has not been found yet.

And what he needs to do now is to help the people of Stallman Town to clear the threat of gnolls as soon as possible, and then rush to Twilight Town tomorrow morning to bring the legendary soul spar to the town of waterfalls.

As for other issues that gave him a headache, don't think about it for the time being.

The night gradually became gloomy.

The three of Thorne walked through the wildly swaying trees and came to an area leading to the Falling Dragon Canyon.

In this gentle wilderness, the unstoppable wild cold wind whistled past, making bursts of wild beast-like roars, which sounded eerie in the silent night.

"The gnoll scouts around the camp have all been cleaned up by me, so you don't have to worry about the spell being disturbed."

Thorne stopped, looked at the gnoll camp that was illuminated by the bright brazier in the distance, and said to the sorcerer Anaxis beside him.

About 500 meters ahead of him is the camp that the hunting-tooth gnoll spent more than two months building around the mountainside.

The walls of the gnoll camp have a very civilized style, and their structures are all built with two layers of solid logs.

A log is more than 50 centimeters in thickness, and the ends are sharpened and driven into the ground. There is a simple arrow tower every 50 meters or so, and then inside the camp are sewn blocks for gnolls to live in. hide tent.

Of course, there are also various pens for holding slaves and pens for domesticated beasts.

The most important thing is that in the center of the camp there is a half-finished statue of Yenogu, the king of gnolls, about 20 meters high.

Obviously, when the statue was completed, it was definitely the time when the gnolls launched an all-out attack on Stallman.

Among the gnolls, an evil race with their own gods, their methods of pleasing the gods, just like their racial habits, are cruel slaughter and **** sacrifices.

Therefore, there is no reason to talk to them, and the killing is over.

"Have you cleaned it all up?" Hearing Thorne's words, Warlock Anaquis looked at him in disbelief and reconfirmed it subconsciously.

When the three of them set off, the task she gave Thorne was to let him help clear a passage that could get close to the gnoll camp.

Who would have thought that this ranger would directly clean up all the gnoll scouts in the periphery.

If this is the case, it will save her a lot of trouble. After all, the spell she will cast next is very moving. If there are too many enemies attracted, the two of them will be very difficult to resist.

At the same time, when Jessica, the paladin standing on the other side of the warlock, looked at Thorne, who was shrouded in a cloak, a hint of surprise flashed in her pale golden eyes.

She originally thought that the reason for the long delay of the ranger player from the town of Falls was mainly because it was difficult to deal with too many gnolls alone.

After all, compared to a face-to-face contest, assassinating one by one without a group of enemies being aware of it is the most difficult, and it is justifiable to waste too much time.

However, unexpectedly, all the scouts around the camp were cleaned up by him alone.

"No wonder the night lord said that he would drag the other side down. It seems that his skills are really inferior." The paladin remembered the words of the warlock before, and finally understood the true meaning of her words.

"It's all cleaned up, and you can cast spells with confidence." Thorne nodded, then held the hilt of the sword, looking at the surrounding environment vigilantly to prevent those fish from slipping through the net if they suddenly appeared.

As a quasi-legendary sorcerer, in fact, she has many spells that can help them approach here quietly, but the night lord does not dare to waste his own power in order to save some energy to fight the backlash of the suzerain.

So in the deliberations of the crowd, he personally opened an unobstructed road outside the gnoll camp.

Since the night lord did not deliberately limit the time, he was so itchy that he unknowingly cleaned up all the surrounding scouts.

"You continue to be vigilant. Although the surrounding scouts have been cleaned up, during the process of casting the spell, the gnolls around the camp will definitely be attracted."

Warlock Anaxis watched Thorne's calm expression, her deep eyes hidden in the dark red hood turned black diamonds back in a trance, and quickly understood that the ranger was not there. brag.

Then she looked relieved, and she reminded the two of them not very at ease: "You must pay attention, you must not let the gnoll interrupt my spellcasting, otherwise the action tonight will fail."

For the sorcerer, the consequences of failing to cast spells are not only the failure of the work, but also the self-defeating, resulting in heavy injuries, and her suzerain will never let this golden opportunity pass.

In this case, she will be unable to care about the safety of Stallman Town for a long time in order to resist the backlash of the suzerain.

That is to say, without her protection, this small town built by her is likely to be destroyed in the **** sacrificial ceremony of the gnolls.

Therefore, tonight's action must not fail.

"You stand by the night lord, and I will block the enemy who is trying to rush." ​​Thorne took off the composite longbow, left a word to the paladin Jessica, and led his animal companions towards the gnoll camp. Touched the direction.

The gnolls outside the camp have been quietly cleaned up by him. The only ones who can really threaten the magician's spellcasting are the gnolls standing guard in the camp, so all he needs to do is to stay on their only path.

"..."

Hearing the order of the ranger, the paladin was about to answer, but found that the other party only left a distant back, so he swallowed the words that came into his throat.

"Then I'll start, success or failure is here." Warlock Anaxis glanced at the paladin beside him, floated in the air against the wild cold wind, and murmured an obscure incantation.

The gust of wind blew the dark red cloak of the warlock, but the powerful spell was unaffected and murmured in her mouth.

With the guidance of the warlock, the subtle magic that permeated the air gathered around her crazily, and the smell of exotic sulfur instantly filled the whistling cold wind.

- "Ninth Ring Spell: Meteor Burst!"

When the spell was completed, eight fist-sized dark red fireballs condensed and formed, floated in front of the warlock, and gradually grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye under her constant guidance.

"It turned out to be a meteor!" Thorne, who was not far away, noticed the sulphurous breath and the blood-red sky, and couldn't help but glance back.

With the kendo's professional feature "Perception Magic", he can clearly perceive the difference between this "Meteor Burst" and ordinary 9th-level spells.

Moreover, he possessed the knowledge of demons, based on the brimstone breath emitted by the fireball, let him know that the nine-ring spell cast by the sorcerer definitely matched several extremely special racial specialties in the tiefling race: Hell's Wrath, Hellfire's Bloodline and Flamelash.

All three of these special feats can greatly increase the damage of fire spells, and let fire spells bring the fear of eroding the soul.

"Maybe... if this spell is completed, it can really destroy the entire gnoll camp." Thorne whispered, and immediately clenched the composite longbow in his hand, and turned his eyes to the gnoll camp.

He heard wolves howling up and down at each other.

Obviously, it is impossible for the gnoll to not notice such a huge movement.

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(PS: Dear book friends, ask for your opinion, do you want to make the red copper dragon become a loli dragon?)