The shield warrior Felai walked first and immediately grabbed the goat. As soon as he stopped, the team stopped one after another. Only Prince Rosega urged his mount and hurried forward.
Looking up, the silver-haired girl walking across from her was walking briskly, her leather armor outlined her slender figure, and she was carrying a long bow that was taller than a person. A quiver hung on one side of her waist, and a slightly curved long knife hung on the other side.
, looking at the attire, one can tell at a glance that he is a ranger.
Prince Rosega immediately urged the goat and hurried forward. The opponent was an archer, and his good intentions were okay. But if he had a little malice, the closer he got, the faster he could rush to the opponent. In this way, the safer the entire team would be.
——
Taking a few steps forward, I saw the girl's pair of long ears tilted up, exposed at the tips of her hair. There was a silver garland on her silver hair, and in the center of the garland, a drop-shaped silver-blue flower was embedded.
The gems reflected the girl's eyes of the same color, shining brightly.
Prince Rosega immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It was an elf. The person walking across from him turned out to be an elf ranger!
Although they are both immortal species, dwarves and elves do not get along well with each other, but they have absolutely no enmity. Moreover, in recent times, elves have traveled far across the green sea, and only a handful of them have traveled to the mainland. The two sides have not even come into contact with each other, and there is no friction.
possible.
This elf lady came over with a long bow on her back and said hello from a distance. It seemed that she was indeed kind. He smiled and waved:
"Okay, let's set up camp together! I am Rosega, the son of the current king. I have just completed the king selection ceremony and am on my way back to the royal court. What do you call this lady? Where are you going?"
"My name is Cerila!" The silver-haired girl walked over quickly. The goat that Prince Rosega was riding murmured and shrank back. The girl smiled softly, stretched out her hand to touch the horns of the goat, and grabbed it.
Don't let it move:
"Come to travel on the mainland and look around. Are you going to the Royal Court? Can you take me with you?"
"Okay, welcome!"
"That's great! I haven't been there yet! I heard that there is lava flowing in that mountain, and the dwarves all use lava to make iron. Is this true?"
"Of course it's true." The elves have disappeared on the mainland for a long time. Prince Rothega only saw him once when he was young. It has been more than 100 years. He saw the elf lady and was curious, so he introduced her casually:
"Look at the armor I'm wearing, it's made of magma from the furnace..."
Gretel followed silently, without saying a word. What elf, what archer, it was obviously a dragon! That shining silver hair, and those silver-blue eyes were exactly the same as the silver dragon he met two days ago!
Why can't you recognize it——
Okay, I really couldn't recognize it. Before the silver dragon fell down, the goats ran away in all directions, and the dwarves were taken out for an unknown distance. By the time they found it in the dark, the silver dragon had already repaired its injuries and flew to the north.
How far……
Grete had more to worry about than less to worry about. He didn't mention the encounter with the dragon to them at all. This sudden appearance of an elf, Rosega and the others, of course, couldn't think of the dragon.
Cerela and the dwarf prince walked and chatted all the way. It was dusk, and they didn't walk far before they arrived at the campsite for that night. Taking advantage of the afterglow in the west, the dwarves spread out to dig stoves, set up tents, fetch water and light fires.
Very busy.
Gretel was a mage. Originally, he only had to throw the luggage out of the space bag and leave other tasks to others. But he was not idle either. He helped Bernard deliver ropes, ground nails, and tent poles. He was very busy.
He was very happy. Suddenly, the silver dragon girl squatted over with a smile, pinched her nose behind his back and shouted:
"Master, Mr. Master~~~"
Grete jumped up instinctively. As soon as he moved, he suddenly tensed up, lost his balance, and fell back. A slender hand hit his back at the right time, and with a careless lift, he stood up:
"Mr. Master, are you free? I have something to ask you!"
"When you're free, when you're free!" Before Grete could reply, Gavin on the other side had already turned his head and replied with a big smile:
"Don't worry, he will definitely be free! Gretel, go chat with Miss Elf. We will finish setting up the tent in no time!"
The dwarves smiled and waved one by one. Bernard looked at Gretel, then at the silver-haired girl, frowning slightly, but he couldn't speak. Gretel waved to him, and followed Serira ten steps away to the camp.
edge of ground.
The dusk was deep. The bonfire was crackling. The silver dragon girl had dazzling silver hair, all covered with gold and red. She smiled and stretched out her hand to Grete:
"Let's get to know each other again. My name is Cerela Moonlight Fleissgrit, and my race... you should know?"
"Celera Moonlight Shining Light?" Grete pondered, reaching out and shaking her hand gently. The silver dragon girl's eyes lit up and she nodded happily:
"You can speak our language? That's right! My family and friends all call me Yuehui, and you can call me the same! - By the way, what did you do that day? Why did you do it to me?
Wake up? After I went back, I tried many times, but never succeeded!"
She had just grown up and had always been pampered by her family. Two days ago, she flew back to her aunt, complained to the police, and received treatment. She also mentioned that a young mage inserted two daggers into her chest and used electric claws to kill her.
Something about waking up——
"But I did wake up, and the little mage looked so clumsy that it was hard to pry off my dragon scales, and it didn't look like he could hurt me... so I didn't hurt him! Aren't I great!"
"Maybe...he did save you..."
The elders of the tribe actually said this. Cerela was very surprised. After watching the tribesmen ambush the human adventure group, she also found a target to try. However, under the current, they either continued to be unconscious or simply died, and no one woke up.
Come here!
No, she must understand why!
So, after traveling eight hundred miles north, she traveled eight hundred miles south again and found Gretel again. This time, she would never leave until she understood!
Hearing her question, Gretel instantly wanted to die. Miss, how did you try? Did you give them a direct electric shock? Or stabbed two daggers into their chests? No matter what the operation was, the possibility of death was high and the possibility of survival was high.
, it’s really too small!
If you were not a Silver Dragon, or in other words, a Dragon Clan, I would never dare to treat you like this!
"Well...you want to say why...did you know that the body can conduct electricity?" He was sweating profusely and reluctantly explained:
"Your heart is composed of many, many small cells. When they receive electrical signals, they know whether they should contract or open. - What are cells?"
Grete silently took out the microscope, slides, cover slips, common specimens, and when he was looking for a suitable platform, the silver dragon girl stood up and went to the side, grabbed a large stone half a person's height, and dragged it along
Came over.
There was a long mark on the ground. Looking at her effortless way, it looked like she was dragging a piece of foam plastic!
"This piece is not flat enough -" Gretel turned his head and looked around. Before he finished speaking, there was a ringing in his ears. The silver dragon girl took out her sword and waved it casually.
Cold light flashed through, and the surface of the stone was smooth and smooth, like a mirror.
This kind of force is really worth it...
Grete swallowed silently. Bernard could also pull such a stone, and he could do it effortlessly. But to swing the knife so lightly and cut the stone into two pieces...
Forget it, Bernard only knows how to throw rocks.
"Is it ready to use?"
"Okay, okay! Come on, look at it this way..."
He set up the microscope and directed the silver dragon girl to bring her eyes to the objective lens, adjust the knob little by little, and observe the specimens. Cork slices, onion skin, fly wings...
"Wow!"
"You can see so clearly!"
"This is what a fly's wings look like when they're enlarged! I threw the Giant Transformation Technique on him, but it couldn't be that big, and he tore it apart!"
Serela clicked her tongue in amazement and yelled. She was like a child who just got a new toy, cheering for joy, becoming more and more clinging to Gretel and refusing to leave. Gretel didn't even have time to eat, so he took the things Bernard gave him.
, took two hasty bites, and was suddenly asked by the silver dragon girl:
"What about the heart? How do you look at the heart?"
As he spoke, his eyes swept from left to right, and then from right to left, lingering on a few goats for a particularly long time. Once Grete agreed, he would cut open a goat on the spot, dig out the heart and cut it into pieces.
It looked like it was being looked at under a microscope. Grete sweated profusely:
"No! We are going to ride these sheep down the mountain! If you want to see the cells, go back down the mountain and I will find a way to show you!"
The silver dragon girl still stared at him with burning eyes. Grete hesitated for a moment:
"In this way, there are cells in the blood. Let me take some and show it to you——"
He found a silver needle, poked the sheep's ear, and obtained a drop of blood. He used slides and coverslips to make specimens on the spot, and adjusted them on the spot——
"It's going to move in here! It's going to be moving!" Serrela watched even more intently. Her eyes were glued to the eyepiece, almost drilling into it. Grete was so worried that she was afraid that she would break the microscope if she got excited.
"Hey, do I have these in my blood too?"
Miss Silver Dragon suddenly backhanded him and grabbed him. Gretel chuckled: "It should be possible..."
His eyes were wandering, turning left and right, not looking at Cerela. Theoretically, as long as it is a creature - except for incorporeal creatures - it should be composed of cells, especially since the dragon's body can also conduct electricity, it should be even more important.
There is an electrical biological reaction. But actually, who knows?
And this is an elf transformed into a dragon!
Does anyone know what the deformation process is like?
With such a big body and so much material compressed into a small elf body, what is the principle of change?
What if the red giant collapses into a white dwarf?
The more Gretel looked at him, the more curious the silver dragon girl became. After asking twice, she couldn't figure out the reason, so she simply stretched out her hand:
"Give me the needle!"
"No!" Grete quickly put it into the space bag. The needle that just poked the sheep has not been sterilized yet. What are you going to do with it?
Don’t cross-infection!
"Give it to me!—Forget it, hum, I'll do it myself!"
She could see clearly how Grete took blood and prepared specimens just now. She grabbed a set of glass slides, put her fingertips into her mouth, bit it gently, took it out and dripped the glass slides on it. After fixing it, she began to adjust the knob——
"Zi La~~~"
A puff of light smoke rose up. When Grete was busy trying to save the microscope, he saw a drop of blood falling from the stage and directly dripping on the light source below. Looking at the lens again, let alone blurry, a hole had been burned out.
Already.
...Girl, are you so powerful with just a drop of blood?
No matter how powerful you are, don’t destroy my microscope!
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