Serila slept in for five days, and Gretel really lived a life worse than death.
Eat, practice (fight, get beaten), the transformation time is up; rest for a while, eat again, practice again (fight, get beaten), support until the time limit, go down and rest a little, and start the cycle again...
Naturally, one woolly rhinoceros cannot be eaten in a day. Even if it transforms into a silver dragon, it can only eat one third at most.
Even so, he clutched his stomach and groaned every day. He had to turn into a young silver dragon and fly dozens of times around the dragon's nest to eat some food.
Just because he can't eat it doesn't mean that the people below won't serve it up. That group of half-dragons are the guards and servants of the dragon's nest. They only know how to act according to the instructions of the dragon master, one day at a time, without compromise.
Not to mention that Gretel only ate for five days, even if he ate for fifty or a hundred days, there would definitely be no shortage of magical beasts until the higher ups spoke.
Most of the woolly rhinoceros was cut into pieces to serve the guests, and the rest was piled in the kitchen. These half-dragons have withstood the power of the silver dragon and are good at controlling ice. The kitchen is frozen solid. We will serve it again tomorrow.
A fresh head
——No matter what, you must not neglect your distinguished guests!
Grete could not escape, nor could he be beaten. Cerela's brothers and sisters practiced with him every day, and they must practice until he was exhausted. After five days, Cerela finally woke up:
"Stop fighting!—Don't fight!"
Cerela flapped her dragon wings and rushed forward, blocking the gap between Gretel and her brother. As soon as they reached mid-air, Gretel lost her strength and transformed from the silver dragon back into human form, swaying before falling.
Cerira circled her tail, lifted Gretel onto her back, and turned to look at him. Seeing him panting, with strands of hair soaked through and sticking to his forehead randomly, she felt angry and distressed at the same time:
"Brother, you bullied him! I'm angry!!!"
A mouthful of ice dragon breath burst out from the air, followed by wing beats, claw strikes, and tail lashes, sending Vaska spinning around, but he couldn't fight back against the little girl.
Even if the little girl has advanced, she is more than a hundred years younger than them. He has watched her grow up since she was a child.
From a tiny dragon egg, to a waddling baby who was just able to walk, to a pretty little girl. Then when she was about half a grown-up, she carried her bags on her back, held her head high, and said seriously that she was going to travel...
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For such a little girl, all she needs to do is spray her once and scratch her twice. She won't be able to hit her anyway, and it won't hurt even if she rubs her side a bit. If she really wants to fight back, how can she be willing to hit her if it hurts her?
He was spinning back and forth in the air, constantly dodging, and occasionally letting the little girl get a little bit of it to prevent her from getting angry and losing control of the fight and hurting herself.
Well, this dragon's breath has improved, this chain of lightning is very beautiful, this ice claw is very good, this waterspout is controlled very delicately, this ice and fire storm...
Cerela, when did you learn so many spells?
Although your spell strength and control ability are still much worse than mine, your ability is already very good!
After a long time, there was a dragon roar at the door of the dragon nest below. Yelena rushed up, spread her wings and stood between her brother and the little sister. With a smile, she rolled up a whirlwind and stopped Cerela's waterspout:
"Okay, okay, Vaska didn't bully Gretel on purpose, it was his father who asked him to practice with Gretel. It would be good for you to let him last for an hour, wouldn't it?
Calm down, if you keep fighting, Gretel will fall off your back..."
"Nonsense! I don't know how!" Cerela yelled angrily. While she was yelling, her movements slowed down and she looked back at Gretel:
Grete hugged a thorn on his back and sat calmly, not looking like he was about to fall down. When he saw her looking over, he still had the energy to nod to her.
However, if you look closely, Gretel's face is indeed a little pale. I don't know if it's because he's tired, or because she was carrying him around in the air for a while, making him feel a little nauseous...
Thinking of this, Cerira restrained her movements and floated steadily in the air. She stopped beating her hands, but her mouth was not forgiving. She turned her head away from her face and glanced at her brother from the corner of her eyes angrily:
"Gretel doesn't need to practice these things! Gretel has always advanced so quickly, but he has never relied on these things! - I want him to advance quickly, I want him to last longer, I want him to be treated!
Go study it!”
treat?
Research?
The two adult silver dragons looked at each other.
The growth of dragons from young to adult is basically the result of natural growth. Even those who work particularly hard are still learning spells, learning martial arts, and tempering themselves through constant hunting and fighting.
If you really want to start a research project, it will basically be done after you reach adulthood. Then you have to be a dragon who takes the path of a spell caster, a warrior, and the adult dragon stage. To be honest, there is nothing to research...
Just like their brother and sister, although they left their parents in adolescence to establish their own territory, it was in adulthood that Vaska began to conduct magic research.
As for Yelena, she prefers fighting. She is still in the ice sea, in the strong wind, fighting in various dangerous places, tempering herself, and looking forward to one day being able to help her parents. Research?
What is there to study as a warrior?
How old is Gretel? How long has he been researching to barely reach the adult dragon stage? Does he need to rely on research to advance? Is his research valuable enough?
"Treatment? Research?"
Below the dragon's nest, a deep voice rumbled. As he spoke, the huge legendary silver dragon flew up and stopped in front of Serira:
"Have you always relied on treatment and research to advance? - Now that you are here, do you have any plans? Do you have any research directions?"
——Well, Ophelia and Diamond have both mentioned this guy's strength in research. I have indeed seen his name in Nieves's "Arcana", "Magic", and journals in previous years.
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But the further you advance, the harder it becomes to find new and valuable research directions. Doing research on Long Island is even less easy...
Andre flew in front of Cerela, but his head turned slightly, looking over Cerela's neck and looking at Gretel sitting on her back.
Grete held onto the thorns on Serira's back and climbed up, bowing slightly to her future father-in-law:
"There are no new plans and research directions for the time being. I still need to take a walk here to understand the situation here and understand what everyone's needs are.
However, treatment is always no problem. The surrounding ethnic groups, no matter what, all have treatment needs. - The premise is that you first let me find a place to settle down, build a mage tower, and then let me walk around..."
Andre lowered his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the human standing on his daughter's back who was smaller than a thorn.
Although he was small, when he looked up at himself and talked, his momentum was not low at all, and he looked confident. He nodded lightly:
"When you come here, treat it as your own home and feel more comfortable. Whether you want to find a place to build a mage tower or want to heal the surrounding tribes, it's up to you.
——But you can’t stop practicing and you can’t be lazy!”
Huh, this kid has been trained by him for five days. Although he complained a lot, he never begged for mercy or slacked off. He did have a lot of toughness in his bones.
Moreover, if he didn't really like Cerela, he probably wouldn't be able to endure such high-intensity training. Even if he could endure it, he would definitely have complaints...
In this case, let's do what he wants. If he doesn't raise his hand, his daughter will make trouble!
"Okay, okay! Remember to practice! Definitely!"
Gret nodded like a fool. Emma finally escaped. She was no longer forced to turn into a silver dragon every day and was forced to run around in the sky!
Long live Cerela!
Sure enough, Serila is in the spotlight, whether it’s my father-in-law or my brother-in-law, I’m embarrassed to train him like this!
It’s great to be back to the rhythm he’s familiar with!
It would be great to be able to go back to open a hospital, or at least a treatment center, and see people every day!
It's great to be able to travel around the world, see various races, and treat different races - dwarves, barbarians, orcs, elves, and now dragons and half-dragons!
"Okay, then you do what you want! - Sokka! Follow them, show them the way, and provide them with conveniences! If any tribe doesn't let them in or build a mage tower, I'll give them a beating!"
"Yes, Master!"
On the ground, the half-dragon captain shouted vigorously. The huge silver dragon soared in the air, lowered his head, and looked at a pair of older children:
"Vaska, Yelena! Follow up! There is still a lot to do! Come and help!"
Two legendary silver dragons, two adult silver dragons, soared into the sky. They flew higher and higher, getting smaller and smaller as they flew, and finally disappeared into the bright sunshine.
"ah……"
Gretel leaned back, spread out his hands and feet, and lay down on Cerira's back. He lay there for a few breaths before remembering to ask:
"Cerela, where are your parents? Can you help me?"
"I don't know..."
Cerela flapped her wings twice, hovered in circles, and slowly fell. Her slender neck was drooped, and her voice was muffled and a little low:
"They never told me. They never told me. Suddenly they went out, suddenly flew away... I asked them, and they told me every time that I was still young..."
When I was a baby, I was still young. When I became a teenager, I was still young. When I was able to travel, I was still young... I have grown up! I have become an adult!
Why are you blocking me behind every time? I'm not that weak!
"Perhaps the matter is very troublesome and requires legendary dragons to handle it, or senior adult dragons to help?" Gretel patted the thorns on her back, then squatted down and patted her back:
"Serila and I will work hard together, continue to research, and continue to advance. Maybe we will be able to help in a few years?"
"Well..."
Cerela lowered her head to the ground dejectedly. Putting Gretel down, and seeing a group of friends rushing up to meet her, she regained some energy and raised her arms and shouted:
"Follow me! I know this place well! Gretel, do you want to build the mage tower first, or do you want to go check out the surrounding tribes first?"
Gretel looked around. Before he could say anything, someone shouted and climbed up on the mountain road under the dragon's nest.