Gretel was surprised and happy. He has visited Miss Silver Dragon seven or eight times, or more than ten times, since she fell asleep, but never once did she see Cerela awake. She was usually either sleeping, sleeping, or...
Asleep...
What a lucky day!
He yelled and ran out. He ran outside the laboratory and grabbed a magician:
"Where can I enter the dragon's lair?"
"We are not allowed in!"
The magician was so busy that he was sweating profusely. He directed a string of floating saucers and moved things forward with flying steps. When Grete pulled him like this, the floating saucers made a jingling sound, and a pile of ore immediately fell down.
The magician screamed in pain, raised his hand, swept out the whirlwind, and quickly rolled the ore back to the floating disk. Then he threw a cleaning spell, and the slag in the ground was swept away, and he still had the power to guide the slag to fall.
On the floating saucer, one grain is enough:
"We have a contract and are not allowed to enter the dragon's nest! We can only send these things through the portal, and no one can leave that portal!"
Gretel ran forward beside him, and had already arrived in front of a light gate. Five or six magicians lined up, weighed, recorded, controlled the floating disk to deform slightly, and poured things into the light gate:
"A level 7 blue wind sheep! Weighs 165 pounds."
"A grade 7 black-scale swordfish, weighing 328 pounds."
"A box of Shuiying stone mine weighs 1,000 pounds."
Batch after batch of food is poured into the light door, causing slight ripples and disappearing. Occasionally, when the things poured are larger or heavier, the ripples are more transparent, and a continuous sound can be heard from the opposite side of the light door:
"Kacha kacha kacha kacha kacha kacha"
This kind of portal can transport goods, and it can transport living people... Gretel has some common sense at least, and knows that his own physical body is not that strong, and he will definitely not be able to pass through this kind of portal.
Maybe some people can get through, maybe there are high-level spellcasters who can mobilize magic protection to get through, but he is definitely not included. Maybe they are still alive when they rush to the light door, but what they are when they rush to the opposite side, then I can't say.
He looked left and right and caught the commander of the scene, Archmage Pennington:
"Where can I enter the dragon's lair?"
The first time they met, he teleported directly from the teleportation array to the inside of the dragon's nest! He must know!
"Not here!" Archmage Pennington rarely saw Grete's anxious look. He smiled and admired it for a second before pointing him in the direction:
"Go out and take the first left at the intersection..."
Grete turned around and ran back, and sure enough he found another teleportation array, with the manager of the Dragon's Nest Hotel watching over it. Seeing him coming, the manager raised his hand, shook it, and said hello with a smile:
"Mage Nordmark? Don't worry, we have been watching the teleportation array these days and no one is allowed to pass by! You see, we have dismantled the hub of the teleportation array..."
Grete stepped into the teleportation array from him. The light in front of him flickered on and off, and he was already in the dragon's lair. He raised his head, but before he could see the scene in front of him clearly, he shuddered instantly:
cold!
So cold!
The [cold and heat resistant] that has been hanging on my body seems a bit overwhelming!
Grete knew that this was the chill that penetrated due to the large amount of elements gathering, which was different from the usual low temperature. He patted the space bag and took out a pendant [Space-time Barrier]. The meeting gift from Your Excellency just flickered, and it triggered [
Elemental Endurance].
The clouds and mist shrouded in front of him, soaking his clothes to the bone. Gretel braved his way through the clouds and mist, and after walking for a long time, he saw a huge silver dragon lying in front of him, burying his head in a pile of food and feasting.
"Cerella!"
Gretel shouted happily. The silver dragon raised its neck, looked at him, and was suddenly stunned. She looked around, then took a sudden breath, and the cold mist surrounding her was swallowed by her like a whale sucking water.
Disappear.
This is probably a protective element during the advancement of the Dragon Clan? With this thing around, the enemy can't touch her at all?
Grete speculated. And Cerela immediately buried her head back, chewing, and answered incoherently:
"You find a place to sit first and wait for me to eat for a while... Well, I'm so hungry..."
The huge mouth opened, and with one bite, a sheep disappeared. After chewing a few times, he raised his head and swallowed, and saw a small bump on the dragon's neck, slowly downwards. Another bite, and half of the big fish, which was longer than a human body, disappeared in an instant.
strip……
Well, it is not advisable to approach Cerela at this moment. Gretel silently came to a conclusion:
It's not that she's so hungry that she'll eat herself, but that when she chews food, some residue will fly out...
Look at the intensity of chewing, even if the residue flies out and hits you, you still need to use the mage armor to withstand it...
Gretel honestly found a place not far from the food pile and sat down peacefully. Only when the clouds and fog receded did he see clearly. The scales on the silver dragon's body were shining brightly, like snow and silver, and they were even brighter than when he first saw them.
A little brighter.
If it were not during the activity, you could still see the gaps in the scales clearly, and they were no different from pure silver.
After taking a closer look, I realized that Serila was pitifully thin at this moment:
The ribs under the neck and on the chest can be clearly seen one by one. The flexible front paws and the strong and powerful hind paws are all tightened inward, and the shapes of tendons, bones, and muscles are clearly distinct one by one.
You must be so hungry that you are all skin and bones...
He has been sleeping for most of the year and has only eaten a few times. There is probably a question mark as to whether the diet can meet the metabolic needs of the body.
Not to mention that they grow so much during sleep, and the nutrients needed for growth and development cannot come from food, but must come from their own bodies.
Eat, come on, eat quickly!
He stood on tiptoes and carefully observed the large piles of food in front of him. Cerira ate quickly, and the magicians were not slow to pour it down. It was like a hopper in a factory, clattering down through the light door.
fall.
In just a short while, the food in front of Cerela had piled up into a hill more than two meters high. As the food fell, ores and magic crystals continued to roll down, shining brightly and covering the ground.
…
If it were normal times, these shiny things would be picked up by Cerela to make the bed, right? Grete thought silently. Looking at Cerela again, a mouthful of Warcraft meat, a mouthful of ore, a mouthful of magic crystal, kacha kacha, big mouthfuls
Swallow it down.
As she ate, she squinted her eyes in contentment. It was obvious that these things that ordinary humans were not blessed with, to her, were all high-quality delicacies, just right for her to replenish her much-needed physical strength.
Gretel carefully observed it for a while, then summoned the hand of the mage, click, click, click, and pulled a big bird out of the food pile.
The feathers of that big bird are distinct and gorgeous, and it looks gorgeous. The most important thing is that it is only the size of a pheasant, which is a scale that Gretel can handle. If it were replaced by a whole pig, a sheep, or something larger, then forget it.
Yes, Bernard didn't come today.
The silver dragon glanced sideways, and when he saw it was him, he didn't react at all and continued to eat. Gretel dragged the big bird back a dozen steps, set up a large pot, and lit a blazing fire below:
Grete burst into laughter. Serira is really not picky about food. As long as it tastes good, she can make it in any way and in any flavor. So, let’s make something she has never tasted before!
He poured out the boiling water, replaced it with a new pot, chopped the big bird into evenly sized pieces, put it in cold water, added ginger slices and peppercorns, poured in wine, blanch it for a while, rinse it in cold water and drain it for later use;
Peel potatoes, cut into cubes, and cut onions into cubes; set aside;
Heat oil in the pot, add dried chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns and sauté until fragrant, add ginger slices and bird meat pieces and stir-fry for a while, add wine, sauce, and continue to stir-fry. The delicious meat aroma and the hot aroma of various spices are very good.
It came out in a heart-rending voice.
"Well……"
The huge head of the silver dragon suddenly turned around. It faced Gretel, its nostrils flared, and it took a hard sniff.
The storm is rolling.
Gretel's hair was flying, and the skirts of her clothes were flying forward. Under the iron pot in front of her, the burning flames completely reversed their direction and floated out towards Cerela...
Gretel had no time to estimate these things. He hurriedly called out two high-ranking mage's hands, one on each side, to hold the iron pot steady. Then he lowered his waist and sat on the horse, struggling to steady his body, and then he had time to increase the volume:
"Cerilla! The pot almost tipped over!!!"
"I'm hungry!"
Cerira answered confidently. Grete had a breath stuck in his throat, and he didn't know whether he should just spray it back. Then, he saw Cerira turning his head forward, opening his mouth, and expanding his chest and abdomen.
For a moment, there was only one sentence in Gretel's mind that repeatedly flashed across the screen:
Cerela Moonlight took a deep breath.
Cerela Moonlight took a deep breath.
Cerela Moonlight took a deep breath...
The secret is, she must not spray anything!
Grete prayed silently. Fortunately, silver dragons generally don't breathe fire, they just spray some cold mist, paralyzing gas and so on. I have [Elemental Endurance] on, so I should be able to withstand it...
Flying sand and rocks, ores and magic crystals rolling all over the ground. The ores and magic crystals the size of dates, peaches, and melons were swept up by this breath, flew up on their own, and disappeared into Cerela's mouth.
This efficiency is much faster than her lowering her head to bite one by one.
Grete calmed down and moved the stove a dozen steps outward before continuing to work. After frying the chicken pieces, no, the big bird meat pieces, pour in a large bottle of beer so that the water surface does not cover the top of the meat pieces.
First on high heat, then boil, then reduce to low heat, stew, stew, stew, stew...
Stewed until the soup thickened, Grete carefully picked up a piece with the hand of the mage. Poke it, and if it can be inserted easily, blow it to cool down and taste the taste...
"Gretel! Don't eat it secretly!"
"I'll try it!" Gretel quickly poured down the potatoes, stirred them, and then put the lid back on the pot:
"Don't worry, when this pot is cooked, I'll wait for you to eat together!"
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The community posted something again today...
You can also buy more things at the vegetable store in the community. You can buy chickens, freshly killed and deveined, each weighing 2.5-2.8 pounds for 62 yuan.
It's a pity that my refrigerator can't hold it anymore, so I have to finish the stored food quickly...
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