Chapter 1552 Dragon, dragon soul? Don’t think about eating me!
(The strong sea monster leader adds 4 updates)
The Golden Glory Dragon Targaryen stood on the spot, waved his hand, and had no intention of following. Gretel was stunned, and could only turn to the magicians around him, and said bravely:
"Then let's go there..."
"We are going over, not you." Archmage Mengsk stretched out his arm to stop him unceremoniously.
Are you kidding me? When I came here, Archmage Philby gave me a lot of warnings: Others can take risks, but he can't; things can happen to others, but Grete must not get into trouble.
These hundreds of people are all pointing to him to take the lead in taking over the project. If something happens to him, everyone should go back to Nevis!
Gretel also knew his importance and adaptability. He nodded, took two steps towards Jinhuanglong, and stood still. Seeing him like this, Archmage Mengsk finally breathed a sigh of relief and softened his tone:
"Let's explore the road first to see what's going on ahead. Once the arrangements are made and we're sure we can go up ahead, we'll come to pick you up. For now, you stay here and Lord Targaryen will protect you..."
As he spoke, he glanced over secretly and saw the tall elf standing with his hands behind his back, his short platinum hair pointing to the sky, and the tips of his hair remained motionless.
Well, there was no nodding, and fortunately, no shaking of the head. Basically, this was a tacit consent. Archmage Mengsk stopped talking, rubbed his heels on the ground, and took one step, two steps, three steps back...
The mage group followed him back. They stepped back about ten steps and stood outside Jinhuanglong's defensive circle. Something really happened, and they were within a short distance of one step. Instead of rushing to set off, they started to build a magic circle:
Archmage Mengsk waved his hand, and five fireballs formed an array, with one in the middle and four on the side, spinning out.
It flew a hundred meters away, exploded with a bang, and the blazing fire swept across everything, melting even the frozen soil on the ground, and quickly pushed out a circle with the detonation point as the center.
He clapped his hands to indicate that his work was over. Then, the two magicians of the transformation system and the conjuration system looked at each other and nodded to each other.
The magician of the Change Department raised his hand, and dozens of discs, square boxes, and long poles fell down like a goddess scattering flowers, forming an array on the land spread out by the explosion.
The distance, angle, and orientation of each magic instrument are exactly the same, as if they were measured with a ruler.
Then, the great mage of the conjuration system raised his hand. In an instant, a ball of light exploded in the air, which interacted with the magic equipment below, pulling out a curtain of light that fell upside down like a big bowl.
The light curtain disappeared as soon as it appeared, and the magic instruments sank into the ground and disappeared. There was only a faint circle of colorful light embedded in the ice, and it was almost impossible to see it unless you looked carefully.
Even so, the crushed ice and soil on the ground immediately quieted down and stopped rolling around. The frozen soil solidified, became smooth, and even had edges drawn out, creating a slight anti-slip effect.
With sharp eyes, Gretel saw a piece of broken ice outside the aperture, which was picked up by the wind and smashed against the aperture. Once it passed the limit, it silently shattered into fine powder and disappeared.
After the defensive circle was drawn, the magicians filed out and walked into the circle. They each took out tables, chairs, puppets, and undead creatures, arranged them one by one, and then began to tinker:
Two light spots fluttered away from the defensive circle and flew in the direction of the silver dragon's corpse. A light screen unfolded in front of the conjuration master. A group of masters came over to look at it, and while watching, they wrote and drew.
painting.
The light point flew straight towards the lonely peak ahead. At a distance of about twenty meters, the light screen began to shake and distort, making it difficult to see the shape.
The conjuration master frowned and made two gestures. The two light spots went straight forward, approaching 15 meters, and exploded with a bang;
The second light point quietly retreated, retreating to about 25 meters, and the light screen stabilized. Then, with the control of the conjuration system archmage, it flew high, high, and flew around in a circle, covering the entire solitary peak.
The image is in full view.
Then, the alchemist threw three flying golems, and the round metal birds spread their wings and flew out of the circle of light, heading towards the Silver Dragon Solitary Peak.
Two red lights shot out from the bird's eyes, criss-crossed, landed on the solitary peak and bounced back, scanning out richer details. When the bird flew back, there were two more golden skeletons, galloping towards the mountain.
go……
Gretel has changed from looking up, to wandering around, looking around, and then to tables, chairs and sofas spread out on the ground, asking Jin Huanglong to sit down, asking Idian to sit down, and then asking Bernard to sit down.
De cook something to eat.
The Golden Dragon Targaryen was smiling and didn't feel annoyed at all, nor did he dislike the magicians for stalling their time. He also commented on Gretel:
"They are quite cautious..."
"We are all high-level mages. Of course we have to be cautious in front of legends." Gretel bowed respectfully. Targaryen smiled even more kindly:
"Caution is right, let them be. Well, what's coming?"
A golem with a round head, round arms and round legs was carrying a box that was taller than it was. It rolled over on wheels under its feet. It rolled in front of Gretel, looked around, and
The box is placed on the coffee table:
With a beeping sound, the lid of the box opened automatically, and the walls of the box fell down on all sides, revealing a concrete and tiny solitary peak. From top to bottom, covered by translucent ice and snow, a vivid dragon shape appeared:
The dragon's head is raised to the sky, its eyes are empty, and it is still roaring to the sky with awe-inspiring majesty. The dragon's crest, dragon's ribs, dragon's wings, dragon's claws, dragon's tail, and white bones are dense and clean, and it still makes a fighting posture.
From the lowest foot of the mountain to the highest mountain top, the light spots were scattered and scattered, as if the dead silver dragon was covered with another layer of dragon scales.
If you look closely, you will see moss, weeds, tender saplings, and even flowers blooming stubbornly. There are birds and beasts digging holes in the ice and snow of the lonely peak, coming in and out, looking for food, hiding, and hunting.
The most eye-catching thing is that at the top of the mountain, deep in the hollow dragon head, there is a faint light, rising and falling, constantly fluttering...
Jin Huanglong took one look and smiled: "They are quite interesting. I am afraid that you will be bored, so I specially made a model for you to see. Well, this energy scan is quite good. It is quite exquisite. Even the dragon soul is
Scanned..."
"Ah, is this the dragon soul?" Gretel suddenly became nervous. He supported his knees with both hands and leaned forward, almost lying inside the dragon's head to look at the floating light:
"At such a deep place... can they get in? Will they need to dig a tunnel? Can they dig it out? Will the defense of this lonely peak match the legendary Silver Dragon? Will they not be able to dig it?
Bar?
This light doesn't look very strong. After all these years, how strong is the Dragon Soul? Will it still be as strong as the legend... Will it hurt them? Will the Necromancer not be pleasing to the eye? By the way, Dragon
What should the soul be equipped with?"
As he spoke, he became worried again. He stood up straight and looked into the defensive formation on the opposite side. He could hardly help but walk over. Yudian held him down:
"Sit down! If you're really worried, Ms. Sevilla and I can just go for a walk. You don't need to go out! I'll pick you up when it's safe!"
As they spoke, the magicians had already begun to take action. The three magicians of the evocation, conjuration, and transformation systems each applied a layer of defense for themselves, and strode out of the defensive array with their brilliance flashing;
Elder Knox took out a fur cloak from somewhere and wrapped it around his body. He was dressed like an old bear and walked beside them with an oak staff. The green leaves on the top of the oak staff were not shaking. Apparently, the green leaves around him were not shaking.
The defensive circle is quite impressive.
As for the two necromancers, they were still huddled in the defensive circle without any movement. However, the two skeletons took the lead and had already rushed to the bottom of the mountain peak.
The bone horse "Kaka" disbanded and formed a circle around the skeleton. The two skeletons used their hands and feet to climb up...
"It doesn't look very dangerous. I'll pick you up later, and you can go take a look." Idian kept watching attentively. After speaking, he stretched out his hand and took the maple staff from Gretel's hand. He jumped in
Go out and run towards the mountain:
"Hey, here I come! Wait for me!"
With fast steps, he rushed to Elder Knox's side, and then protected him as he walked forward. It was okay when he reached the bottom of the mountain peak, but the higher he climbed, the heavier he became under his feet.
Idian only felt that his whole body was out of breath, and his steps became slower and slower. He had to use his mental strength to call for the support of the surrounding nature.
Elder Knox still had time to look left and right, holding a small shovel in his hand, picking up some ice and snow from the east, and some soil from the west. He climbed a few steps to the left, dug out a piece of moss and put it in the box, and then climbed to the cliff on the right.
Go up and dig out a wild flower.
Udian: "..."
Is this silver dragon picking people?
Is it true that those who are closer to nature will put less pressure on them, while those who are alienated from nature will put more pressure on them?
He climbed up along the dragon's neck with all his strength, and climbed to a position close to the dragon's head in one breath. He could no longer climb up. He wanted the maple tree Sevilla to help him. When he lowered his head, he saw that the maple tree quietly stretched out its roots.
Deep into the ground.
I don’t know whether it is absorbing nutrients from the soil, or whether it is directly piercing into the dragon’s bones and absorbing the scattered flesh and blood of the legendary silver dragon. In short, it seems that it has not heard his needs at all, pretending to be a tree...
Idian was like this, and it was even more difficult for the magicians to climb. The Archmage Mengsk of the Evocation Department climbed to the middle of the dragon's neck, panting, digging a nest in the ice and snow, embedded himself in it, and climbed no more
Not going up;
The two great mages of the Conjuration and Transformation Departments were slightly stronger than him, and they seemed to have climbed two more cervical vertebrae, and could not lift their feet;
When the two skeletons climbed up the mountainside, they exploded, one bone to the east and one to the west. The demon doll sent by the alchemist followed behind, and they couldn't pick it up even if they were busy...
Seeing that their skeletons couldn't climb up, the two necromancers looked at each other, sighed, and had no choice but to walk out of the defensive formation and try their best to climb up. However, even if they went into battle in person, they were no better than the skeletons.
Where to go:
Halfway through the climb, the undead creatures that were used as a boost were all lying down. When they climbed a little higher than the mountainside, they were less than two-thirds of the way up before they were crushed and out of breath.
They spread their limbs and lay on the ice and snow. Seeing a snow hare jumping to their side and looking at them with swollen eyes, the two magicians could only blink and couldn't move their fingers to touch it.
"How's it going? Do you want to help?"
Elder Knox collected enough samples from the mountain peak and quickly slid down on the ice and snow. The two necromancers lay on the ground, out of breath:
"No...help...us...and take us...down..."
I can't help it, I can't help it. Just lying here, my vision has gone dark and my mind can't move. In this state, even if Elder Knox takes him to the top of the mountain, he probably won't be able to do any work, and he won't be able to use any magic.
…
Elder Knox looked around. The oak staff was pulled down. The branches on the top of the staff quickly grew longer. Five branches on the left and five branches on the right wrapped around the thighs, waists, and shoulders of the two magicians respectively.
One collection.
Soon, the two necromancers stood up straight, one on the left and one on the right, sticking to the edge of the oak staff. They were supported by Elder Knox, taking three steps and two steps at a time, running down the lonely peak, towards the
Coming from Grete’s direction:
"Mage Nordmark, you must help us!"
As soon as they landed on the ground, the two necromancers regained their vitality. When they asked Gretel for help, they burst into tears:
"This is all for the project! We can't climb up, so I have to ask you - then, this is the soul box. Just put it on the top of the mountain, closest to the dragon soul, and activate the magic...
…”
"This is a magic scroll. After it is activated, you still need to use your spiritual power to guide it. Here are the detailed instructions..."
"We can't help it. Your natural affinity is relatively strong. Please be sure to give it a try..."
What can Gretel say?
If he doesn't take charge of his own projects, what else can he do?
In particular, Iuldian and Elder Knox nodded to him:
"It's not dangerous. You should be able to get up there. It won't be a big problem."
"As long as I'm here, I will protect you, at least to the area close to the dragon's head. Beyond that, well, Sister Sevilla should be willing to help..."
Grete gritted his teeth and could only take the soul box and scroll, and walked out in the wind and snow. When he reached the foot of the mountain, his heartbeat was already beating like a drum, and sweat was pouring out:
Is this dragon soul so unfriendly to the outside world?
After so many years, the power of the dragon is still so strong? My immunity to mental attacks is already very strong! I already have the protection of the moon god, why am I still in such a mess!
Or is my strength too low?
Affinity with nature... Affinity with nature... Calling nature seems to be of little use. The nature here is too silent and there is too little life...
never mind!
Cheating!
I can’t believe you would be so harsh on your juniors!
Gretel took a deep breath, stepped back dozens of steps, and began to transform into a dragon. In a moment, a young silver dragon more than 20 meters long with shining scales appeared in the snow, holding its head high and chanting.
:
"hold head high--"
He flapped his wings, took off, took off, grabbed the mountain with four dragon claws, and climbed up. In the dragon form, the pressure of the mountain was indeed much smaller, allowing him to successfully climb to the dragon's neck.
Oops, it looks like I still have some energy left, and I can still climb a little higher...
Grete silently praised himself. At this moment, the entire mountain peak shook suddenly, the ice and snow cracked, and the grass, trees and moss attached to the mountain fell rustlingly. Snow foxes, snow rabbits, and snow pigeons
, all kinds of insects and ants fled crazily.
Grete, who was holding on to the mountain wall, subconsciously opened his eyes:
What did I see!
What did you see!
Is it a dragon soul? Is that a dragon soul flying towards me?
Such a huge dragon's mouth can swallow two of me when it is opened. You don't want to eat me, do you...