"Uh, is that?" Lancelot showed a embarrassed expression on his face. "In the past battles, your magic always played a key role..."

"Haha, don't be so frustrated. Our magic is unlikely to take effect on an adult dragon, but it can still be used on our own people." The Elf Pastor smiled and waved his hand. "My blessing magic can make you fight more accurately and avoid faster, while healing magic will ensure that your body is always in the best state. There are also enhanced spells for adult fighting, including jumping magic, giant magic, acceleration magic, big strides, and advanced phantoms. I believe he will definitely choose the most suitable spell according to the situation."

"I understand." Lancelo nodded and handed over another skewer of meat. "As long as the target of the spell is not the dragon itself, it will still take effect normally, right?"

"Totally correct." Alamil set up the new skewers on the grill, "Continue our topic. After the dragon is four hundred years old, the dragon's body completely stops growing, and some signs of aging appear, such as cracks on scales, lost eyes, and old injuries that are difficult to heal. However, with the wisdom, experience and patience that grow together, they become more dangerous. At this stage, the dragon is more cunning, and will hardly take any hasty actions, and also has stronger magical abilities..."

"Is the same true for the White Dragon?" Bruto was more concerned about the enemies that everyone might face. "Didn't you say that White Dragon... isn't too smart?"

"The white dragon does lack the tactical thinking and magical abilities of other dragons, but this also makes them focus on survival and slaughtering enemies, and is the best hunter of all dragons." Alamil gave Bruto a serious look, "The dragons in the seventh to eighth centuries of life were made into extremely old dragons. This stage is the last chance for the descendants of the dragons to reproduce, and a white dragon also has the intelligence equivalent to that of ordinary humans at this stage."

"The seven hundred years old dragon is the extremely old dragon?" Lancelo asked curiously, "What does the ancient dragon mean?"

"When an old dragon celebrates its 800th birthday, it becomes an ancient dragon. This is the last stage of the dragon's life cycle. Although the dragon tribe itself will further subdivide this stage of ancient dragons, ancient dragons and ancient dragons, it is not much different for us outsiders. Ancient dragons have reached their peak in physical and magical power, and their intelligence is no less than that of any mortal wise man. The extraordinary memory makes them as knowledgeable as a library. It is no exaggeration to say that an ancient dragon is the top-notch existence in any corner of the multiverse... and Slawnil is an ancient white dragon."

"In other words, we definitely cannot kill it, is that what it means?" Bruto suddenly felt that the meat skewers in his hand were no longer fragrant. "So why are we going to that nest? Do we provide food delivery services?"

"Our purpose is to enter the glacier fortress and get the relics of the Platinum Guard. The ancient white dragon blocked our way forward, but killing it was not the only way to solve the problem." Lancelo shrugged at the dwarf, "Don't dragons like to hoard treasures in their nests? If it were you, once the nest was attacked, would you continue to be a watchdog for the angry prince?"

"Dragon's treasure?" Bruto was once again interested, "Ah haha, I should have known it long ago, that's your real purpose, right?"

"Maybe it wasn't much the same as you expected, but I really didn't have that idea." Lancelot admitted calmly, "Once we attract Slawnil's attention, we have to use teleportation magic to leave immediately. After all, it is an ancient white dragon. As long as we move a little slower, we may never get away."

"Is that true? If... if I move fast enough, I should still be able to grab some of the treasures accumulated in the dragon's cave, right?" Bruto asked unwillingly, "After all, I have come here, so I have to bring some souvenirs..."

"Sadly, that's impossible. The white dragon always freezes its treasures under the thick ice layer. You can't catch them and run away." The elf ruthlessly broke the dwarf's fantasy again, "Unless we completely kill the owner of the nest, we can't even take away a copper plate..."

"Don't forget the treasure house of Koschurch, that is the most important goal. How can the collection of mounts be better than the owner's?" Lancelot reminded, "In fact, I'm even worried that Slawnil's lair is just a place to sleep, otherwise how could it run to the fortress of Koschurch to squat..."

"I know, but... the dragon slaying is so attractive." Bruto raised his cup and drank the golden wine inside. "Ah... hiccup! Elf, since you know so much about dragon's...physiology, is there any research on how to kill a dragon?"

"I understand a little." Alamil said a word from Lancelo, and the latter showed a knowing smile on his face, "Do you want to hear it?"

"Damn it, say it quickly!" Bruto sat in front of the elf with the barrel in his arms, "If a word is missed, I will spit in your bath water!"

"Please tell me you never do that, or our friendship will really come to an end." Alamil warned seriously, then turned to look at the others, "Do you want to hear it?"

"Of course, we are heading towards a dragon's cave." Lancelo handed over the last skewer, "Speak out everything you know."

"Okay, this is not a secret for most surface elves. To be honest, we elves should be the ones who kill the most dragons. Of course, the giants may have different opinions on this, but no one here should talk to those guys, right?" Alamir showed a proud smile on his face. "Before we talk about how to defeat a dragon, we must first understand how dragons fight. Regardless of gender, age and species, all dragons have some common characteristics: first, they can fly and speed twice as fast as when walking; they are all very good at hiding and seeing through hiding, and always keep alert in battle; they all have dark vision to adapt to the caves and underground environment, and some can even blindly look at it; finally, all dragons have the ability to breathe, and this is one of the symbols of dragons."

"I still remember the scene where Pacos spitted flames and burned Satugula and a whole attack on the Yugros Demon mercenaries to ashes." Lancero couldn't help but shivered, "That's the breath of the dragon, right?"
Chapter completed!