Chapter 382: Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet
Gretel pursed her lips and looked at the silver dragon girl.
Cerela tilted her head and looked at him.
"..."
"..."
If there is a crow at the scene, it will definitely scream, fly over the two people's heads, and maybe even dive and drop bombs. Unfortunately, no one is carrying a crow magic pet. The temperature, altitude and vegetation here are not something that crows can live in.
The place……
Therefore, the two people (?) can only stare at each other, trying to make the embarrassment disappear over time, or "as long as I am not embarrassed, then I am not the one who is embarrassed..."
"Oops! It's broken! It's okay, I'll fix it!"
Serira suddenly smiled sweetly. She grabbed the microscope, turned it over, and threw the repair technique on the objective lens. Grete turned his head silently and cast his gaze into the distant darkness:
It is said that dragon blood is extremely corrosive and can even melt metal. Therefore, when fighting dragons, you must take this into consideration and use weapons made of special materials or enchant them.
Most people who are exposed to dragon blood will scream in pain. Only the strongest warriors can resist this erosion and benefit from it...
"On the Nature and Uses of Dragon's Blood", Zamora Stuyvesant, Magical Calendar 185.
Thunderhorn Vaults.
Fine.
Senior Master, have you really slain a dragon, or have you obtained dragon blood through some other means? I have not seen the ability of dragon blood to corrode metal, but I have seen its ability to corrode glass today...
And, when the dragon transforms into an elf, does the blood still retain the properties of dragon blood? Is it retained entirely or partially?
If the properties of dragon blood remain unchanged, what about other cells? What about organs? If there is a chance, maybe we can do a "Study on Cell State Changes Under Transfiguration"? Of course, it will definitely not be done with living people, animals can also deform!
Grete was thinking in confusion. White light flashed around him. Cerira wiped away the blood stains and threw repair techniques one by one on the lens, the stage, and the light source:
The platform is as clean as new, and although the silver rod that holds the [Eternal Flame] is a little shorter, it still emits light evenly and stably. The repair technique, a level 0 spell of the transformation system, is quite useful for repairing some minor damage to objects.
Of course, the specific degree of repair still depends on the level of the operator...
"Hey, why can't I see clearly?"
Serira took a look at the eyepiece, cast a repair technique, looked again, cast a restoration spell again. Her delicate white fingers brushed the objective lens, and she raised it to take a look:
"There's no blood...I wiped it clean!"
"What's going on?" Gretel leaned over to take a look. The scene under the eyepiece was blurry and uneven in size, as if there were dozens of magic mirrors installed. Gretel sighed:
"...Forget it, stop repairing it."
He reached out to hold the arm of the mirror. The silver dragon girl put the microscope into her arms and half-turned to block it:
"I'll fix it and give it to you!"
…Do you believe me when I say you can’t cultivate it well?
The basic version of the optical microscope seems to have a simple structure, but the requirements are not low. Slight changes in the curvature of the lens, or unevenness, or insufficient smoothness of the lens surface will cause blurred vision, making it impossible to observe.
When wiping the lens, special lens cleaning paper must be used. Anything slightly rough can damage the lens.
From what I saw just now, it's probably because the dragon's blood corroded the lenses into pits. During the repair process, these small parts were not taken care of...
Grete tried his best to explain the truth clearly. Alas, I can't talk about physics, I can only talk about reason. It's so tiring...
"So, it's just that it's too small and can't be seen, so it can't be repaired?" The silver dragon girl tilted her face. Before Grete could nod, she formed a circle with her left thumb and index finger and pointed it at the objective lens:
"big!"
Above the circle, a piece of light and shadow quietly rose, magnifying the objective lens the size of a knuckle by more than ten times. Cerira stared at the image of the objective lens, observed it carefully for a moment, nodded, and flicked her nails again:
"recover!"
With a click, the glass lens shattered on the spot and turned into five or six pieces...
"..."
"..."
"..."
Grete looked at Cerela, and Cerira looked at Grete, looking at each other.
"This...I will compensate you! I will definitely compensate you!"
After breaking a microscope, the silver dragon girl finally stopped. Prince Rosega took advantage of the situation to greet her:
"Are you hungry? Come and have dinner together! What do you usually eat? Fruit? Or nectar? We only have a little honey here. Do you want to eat cured meat? Do you want to try cheese?"
"Okay, okay! I haven't eaten dwarf food yet!"
Cerela leaned over lightly and sat beside the fire. Gretel silently sat opposite her, took out a porcelain bowl from the space bag, scooped himself a bowl of potato pickled broth, and looked at her gracefully.
He took a large fan of roasted pork ribs——
Grete remembers clearly that in her previous life, her colleagues went on a group trip and ate finger-picked mutton at an internet celebrity store. The damn store served them whole mutton chops, without cutting them, and there were no clerks to serve them...
The doctors on the table looked at each other. Finally, they asked the store for a meat cleaver. The thoracic surgeon held the handle of the knife and tried to cut downwards. While cutting, he complained, "I should have brought a chainsaw." The two orthopedic surgeons held both ends.
Break it apart with all your strength!
Their hands were all greasy, and their four hands were all red with heat. It was difficult to separate all the mutton chops. Shopkeepers in the northwest desert are so rough in their work, why do dwarves do this? Are you?
Do you want her to chew it directly?
Although it's not that he can't chew... When the word "gnaw" came into his mind, Gretel seemed to see the silver dragon opening its big mouth, crunching, and chewing the armored weapons into pieces like biscuits...
Then, he saw Serila sitting still, pinching the tips of two ribs with her slender fingertips, and pointing them outwards.
Oh no.
Countless muscle fibers, ligaments, and fascia are connected to each other. The ribs, which usually need to be cut with a knife to be separated, were torn open by her as easily as paper, and half of them were handed back with a smile.
"..."
"..."
A little further away from the fire, the dwarf warriors were whispering to each other.
"Is the Elf Ranger so strong?"
"High-level warriors should be able to do it...but she doesn't seem to have any effort at all..."
"By the way, high-level warriors, do you eat too much? Do we bring enough food?"
Gretel calmed down silently and scanned the food in the space bag.
Don't be afraid, for this trip, he has collected enough food for a month in the space bag. He can still afford a meal for the silver dragon! If she wants to eat another meal tomorrow, just let her go hunting by herself!
However, the silver dragon girl did not show any appetite beyond ordinary people. She politely shared a little bit of the dinner—more like tasting it—and declined His Highness the Prince’s further entertainment:
"I'm full! Thank you, it's delicious!"
She stood up from the fire. Prince Rosegar quickly took advantage of the firelight and gave Gretel a wink. Gretel looked at him blankly:
???
"Ahem!" Prince Rosegar blinked again, kicked Gretel, and pointed to the tent:
Where can I let her live? Is it okay to live with you? The wind on the mountain is strong and cold. We can't all live in tents and let the elf ranger who has come from afar - let alone a beautiful woman - freeze alone outside?
Gretel: "..." Can dragons catch colds?
The camping site on the ridge was not big, and the traveling tents brought out by the dwarves were even shorter and smaller. Cerira walked around the camp, stopped in front of the largest tent, and took a closer look.
She wrinkled her nose. Then she waved her hand, and a stone house appeared out of thin air, firmly rooted on the mountain road:
"Mr. Master! Can you come over here? I still have a few questions to ask!"
...Can we discuss it tomorrow?
In any case, Gretel finally won the right to sleep in his own tent. As for Miss Silver Dragon, whether she spent the night in the stone house in elf form, or flew far away and transformed into her original form, Gretel didn't want to know at all. Speaking of that stone house,
The size can barely accommodate her dragon form, provided no more people are squeezed in...
Early the next morning, Cerela was still walking with them. Moreover, she was far behind in the team and kept asking him:
"Mr. Wizard! Can I call you Grete?"
"Gretel, why did you pry off two of my scales?"
"What does it mean to conduct electricity? Why can't it flow through the body if it is conductive?"
After answering one question, she could ask ten more questions, which made Grete's head and two heads grow bigger. The goat's legs under him were trembling, but they didn't dare to run away. Grete had no choice but to take out the bag from the space bag.
An iron ingot:
"So, can you use the shaping method to make it into many thin iron rods, and then put them together into a cage? Then, let's find an animal and try it?"
Enough talk, let’s do an experiment! Let’s go to the Faraday Cage!
Cerela took the iron ingot with her slender bare hands, glanced at the phantom outlined by Grete, and threw it up. She closed her eyes slightly, and the silver-blue gem on her forehead shone brightly, covering the iron ingot.
In the light, the piece of pig iron was flattened, stretched, and coiled...
"thump!"
The light faded away, and half of the iron ingot fell to the ground with a crooked piece, like a half-welded wire cage. Serila had a pretty face and walked quickly forward. Gretel quickly urged the goat to follow.
Go up, but the sheep screamed, its legs became weak, and it knelt down!
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Grete had no choice but to jump off the sheep's back and rush forward. Cerira looked like she was just walking quickly, but her speed was astonishing. Grete followed behind and ran all the way to the front of the team. It was so easy to reach her.
Stop on your own and stare at the mountain road ahead.
"What's wrong?"
Grete asked in a low voice. When he glanced sideways, he saw that the pretty face of the silver dragon girl was cold, her right hand was pressed on the handle of the knife, and her anger was clearly about to burn. Prince Rothega and others also followed, but before they had time,
Asked, there was a clang, and Serila's long sword was unsheathed and pointed straight ahead:
"You guys! Get out of here!"
On the ridge opposite, a small group of dwarves rode goats, meandering. The last person in the group was a human, wearing a black robe, who was clearly a priest of the Church of the Lord of Glory.
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