Chapter 526: My little snake got into the dragon's nest?
Marquis Targu was caught in a dilemma.
Are you going all out to develop blood testing magic in exchange for blood transfusion-related technologies?
Or use the vampire's unique magic to make deals with the council?
The former has a low success rate and takes up a lot of energy; of course, the success benefits are also relatively high. If you can monopolize it for your own tribe, being promoted to Duke in 200 years is not a dream~
As for the latter, the success rate is high and it is a no-brainer. It will benefit the entire vampire family and everyone will rise together. The problem is that the share that falls on you is relatively small...
Risk, return? Return, risk?
Marquis Turgu had a stiff and gloomy face and was lost in thought. As for Gretel, after dumping the tasks and authority, he was already happy and had fun~
“Paddle hard and paddle hard!”
"Rush against the current!"
The sailors shouted the usual chants on the ship and rowed hard.
Gretel had just saved dozens of them and their beloved second lieutenant. Now, he and the beautiful elf lady wanted to go to the cave to have a look, so what else could they say?
Brothers, paddle hard!
Braving the turbulent water at low tide, they rowed all the way to the edge of the "Singing Cave" and stopped the boat. The head sailor, who had been howling all the way, jumped into the shallow water, tied the cable, and guided diligently:
"Sir, Miss, you can walk in from here. Please hurry up and come out before the tide rises."
"I know! Thank you!"
While Grete agreed, he was busy setting up auxiliary spells for himself. Cat's Elegance, Low-light Vision, Water Breathing... Before he could finish his work, Cerela made a plop, jumped off the side of the ship, and reached out to pick it up:
"Gretel, let's go!"
"Oh ho~"
Behind and around, the laughter and whistles of the sailors, together with the sound of wind and waves, resounded through the cave.
There were already many people busy in the cave. Those scooping water, shoveling rocks, and scraping seaweed shells off the rocks were all busy. The leading mage kept shouting:
"Be careful! Be careful!"
"Don't break your hands! A poisonous dragon lives here!"
The light spell was rising and falling in the cave. The tide had receded, and the dark hexagonal stone pillars led a path straight into the cave.
Gretel carefully avoided the crowd of people working, and while pulling Cerira inside, he answered her endless questions:
"Gretel, why doesn't this cave sing?"
"Maybe the outside was damaged by the bombing?... The singing sound coming from the cave should be the resonance of the wind and the cave. If something is damaged by the bombing and the shape is wrong, the song will not be able to sing..."
"Grete, why are these stone pillars hexagonal?"
"Because it turns out to be magma... After it erupted from the ground, it became like this during the cooling process..."
"Gretel, what are they doing with these shells?"
"Maybe we need to study the living environment of the poisonous dragon? Or maybe if the saliva of the poisonous dragon is left on the stone, what special substances will be formed? We need to pry it back and study it?"
"Grete, the top of this stone pillar is full of holes. Aren't you tired from walking?"
"I... Oops!" I almost slipped!
The deeper you go into the poisonous dragon's residence, the wider and deeper the water channel becomes. You can still see the gravel on the bottom of the water clearly at the entrance. After more than ten steps, the water has become dark and you can't tell how deep it is.
Grete pressed against the wall of the cave as much as possible, one foot higher and one foot lower. As he walked, he heard someone shouting in front of him:
"Don't come over!"
"There's a whirlpool ahead!"
Gretel immediately stopped. He rechecked his whole body, repainted [Cat's Elegance], repainted [Touch of the Sea], and prepared [Activation Rope]...
By the way, [Water Breathing] also needs to be prepared, what if he falls and chokes in the water? He must save his own life before being picked up by Cerela!
Before he was ready, Miss Silver Dragon had already crossed his side, taking three steps and two steps at a time, and rushed forward. Then, Grete heard the clear and crisp voice of Cerela in the cave in front, echoing with excitement:
"Gretel! Come and see! The dragon's nest! The dragon's nest is down there!"
"So are you still going to take out the dragon egg? Let's make a deal first. If you take it out, you can keep it. I won't keep it!"
It’s not enough to follow behind and disinfect it!
"Grete, don't you want to go down and take a look?" Cerela had already stopped with a smile. She leaned back, her back pressed against the stone wall, making way for Grete, and pointed forward:
"I can take you down there! The energy is very strong down here, and you will definitely find good things! Do you want to go down? Don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe~"
Gretel shook his head rapidly. He pressed his back against the stone wall, shoulder to shoulder with Cerela, slightly tilted his head out, and lowered his head to look down:
Under the bright white light, a large whirlpool with a diameter of more than five meters was rumbling and rotating, greedily sucking in the sea water. The vortex became darker and darker towards the center. The deep black in the core area was mixed with strange dark green.
There are also gray-white foams that keep popping up.
Gretel only glanced at it, and couldn't help but take two steps back, and his back was closer to the stone wall. I didn't want to go down! It's so dirty, who knows what I might touch!
Just as he took two steps back, Gretel's chest suddenly pulsed violently. It seemed like a warm heartbeat, and it seemed like something woke up and hit him hard.
He reflexively reached out to cover his chest, the oak staff covering his chest, and the [Endless Ink Pen] wrapped around the oak staff. As soon as he pressed his hand on it, a translucent shadow shot out from between his fingers:
"Little snake!"
Grete exclaimed.
His contracted spirit, a translucent shadow with black stripes on a white background, only half a foot long, turned into a dim light. Without looking back, it shot straight towards the water.
Grete didn't react at all. Cerira reached out and grabbed a handful. The snake spirit twisted with unusual flexibility and brushed the edge of her palm. Without looking back, it shot into the water. It swam twice quickly along the whirlpool.
, plunged into the depths of the whirlpool and disappeared.
"Well……"
What are you doing down here?
Is there anything below that attracts you?
Do you still want to bring up a dragon egg?!
Grete was in a hurry, trying to communicate with the snake spirit and see the situation below through its eyes, but the little snake ignored him. In his consciousness, emotions of joy, anxiety, and longing came in waves, but there was no image at all.
Obviously, he, the spirit of the contract, was impatient and had no time to pay attention to him. Gretel had no choice but to reach out and press his hand on the space bag to take out the [Secret Eye] ring:
Anyway, let me see what's down there!
As soon as her fingers grasped a hard ring, Cerela stretched out her hand a little, and a secret eye flew straight into the water. It was wrapped in the water, stirred, stirred, submerged in the center, and rolled underwater.
With a snap, it burst like a soap bubble and disappeared.
The two looked at each other.
"Otherwise, why don't you go down and take a look?"
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