Silver Dragon.

Red Dragon.

Golden dragon.

Black dragon.

Crystal Dragon.

Emerald Dragon...

In Grete's meditation world, dragons of all kinds appear constantly, large and small, ups and downs.

If the shadows condensed by the white mist were just phantoms when he advanced last time, this time, they give people a "real" feeling. Yes, those dragons are indeed made of white mist, but

They are different!

They look more vivid and the details are more exquisite. The most important thing is that the state of them that echoes nature and the elements is almost a bit like real dragons.

"Only level 17..."

"Yes, Mage Nordmark is only level 17..."

There were sighs one after another. The magicians of the plasticity department held their breaths and felt the fluctuations and resonance of the white mist dragon shape and the surrounding elements;

The transformation magician's eyes were bright, and he carefully observed the bones, muscles and even internal organs of these dragons. If it weren't for the friends around him, he would almost lie down in the white mist.

In the corner on the other side, a magician has already taken out his drawing board, painting, painting, and trying to record the appearance of the dragons. What is the ratio of length to width, the shape of the dragon's wings, the tip of the dragon's tail, and the thorns on the dragon's back...

How can we usually have such an opportunity!

Even if there is a dragon around, it is impossible to get so close. Every detail on the body can be looked at carefully, and you can also jot down and draw casually next to it!

And the necromancy magicians were even more excited. If they hadn't been trying to fight against the possibility of estrus, desperately pouring sobriety potions on themselves and losing their mechanized minds, they would have pounced on and hugged those white mist dragons——

Get a jar and pack it!

Get the box and lock it up!

Get a device specifically designed to restrain the soul and seal it!

Dragon!

The spirit of the dragon!

If you can grab some fragments and take them back and make a bone dragon or something, you will be successful in this life! If that doesn't work, try pouring them into dragon eggs, into devil lizard eggs, into other undead creatures of your own...

"Teacher! Teacher, calm down! This is the meditation world of the Plague Lord! The Plague Lord's!

!”

A basin of cold water was poured over his head. His eyes were red, and the Necromancer who was about to pounce on him shivered and calmed down.

The Lord of Plagues is someone you can’t mess with~~~

So they can only watch with their eyes wide open. Try hard to see, try hard to remember, and try hard to feel. They don't even dare to release too much mental power. The materialized meditation world of others collides with your mental power. What if?

If there is damage, whose fault is it?

"Why does he have so many dragons in his collection?"

"have no idea……"

"How did he collect so many dragons?"

"do not know either……"

"This dragon looks like Anxi! That's right, look, it's chubby, and its tail sways left and right, just like when Anxi was a child! Only when he was a child, when he swung his tail, he liked to click left and right, and then hit

A circle!"

In the Sky Dragon City, the dragons who are responsible for observing the situation on Dragon Island and monitoring whether there are any abnormalities in various places - especially whether there are outsiders from the small world who have come in and come down to Dragon Island to cause destruction - have already captured the magic circle.

The range is aimed at the mage tower.

With the top of the mage tower as the center, the area covered by the fog is getting bigger and bigger. The white mist dragon shape condensed in the fog, as well as other giant beasts, are becoming more and more clear.

Observing these white mist dragon shapes brought them rare pleasure in their boring life, but it also brought them endless doubts:

"By the way, if he collects so many dragons, will he, uh, do weird things to us in the future?"

"what are you guys saying?"

The steel dragon Bastos walked over in a trembling manner. The two guys who were fishing for fun were excited. Before they could switch the capture direction of the magic circle, the steel dragon's head had already stretched out:

"So many dragons...dragons made of white mist...interesting...Batista! Batista! Come and have a look! Are there any little dragons of yours among the gadgets here?"

After withdrawing from the world barrier or withdrawing from various energy supply points of the magic circle, a large number of idle dragons came over.

"It's so interesting, it looks like..."

"So how did he do it?"

"Should we go down and take a look?"

"It's inconvenient...there have to be a few people here to take over..."

"Then you can keep it. I'm going down to take a look anyway. I've been tired for a long time and there's nothing interesting to do. Instead of sleeping, I might as well go down and take a walk!"

"Then I still think sleep is more important..."

While the legendary dragons were talking about it, some adult dragons and mature dragons had already fled. Especially Huaska, a group of old guys wanted to come to watch his brother-in-law, so they had to come and report!

...Unfortunately, he couldn't run away. It's not right to say he couldn't run away. It should be that there were a group of silver dragons, gold dragons, and brass dragons hanging behind his butt. Their wings spread out, making a huge roaring sound, and flew towards the ground.

The mage tower pounced——

Then, far, far away, there was a sudden stop.

There is a person standing near the mage tower. It cannot be said to be "nearby". He is at least two kilometers away from the mage tower. He is standing with his hands behind his back, floating in the void, and his height is similar to the giant ball made of clouds and mist:

That person, with the naked eye, is just a tiny dot. However, if you look at it without the naked eye, with your spiritual sense, or with the dragon's innate perception of elements, he is actually a huge existence——

A being bigger than the legendary dragon!

A being bigger than the legendary second-level dragon!

Deep, condensed, vigorous, - dangerous!

"What are you doing here?"

From a distance, a somewhat familiar voice floated in the wind. Vaskar, as if granted amnesty, quickly turned to the side and landed on the side cliff five kilometers away from the mage tower:

"Uncle Diamond, we saw something strange here from the sky, so we came over to take a look... This is..."

"This is Master Nordmark's teacher, His Excellency the Lord of Thunder, a third-level legend." Golden Dragon Diamond replied lazily, scratched his paws, and pushed aside a cloud of mist beside him:

"Get out of the way! Land here! This distance is enough for you! - If you get closer, the Lord of Thunder will be worried that you will affect the advancement of his disciples, so he will start to chase you away, which will be bad!"

The Lord of Thunder would not take action unless he had to. Directly below him, an ancient elf tree held up an umbrella, and Princess Norrell was sitting under the canopy, comprehending the active and changing natural forces in front of her.

The Lord of Thunder stared at the clouds and mist in front of him, as well as the torrent of elements that turned from the giant lightning pillar to the whirlpool of cloud and mist. While observing, he was also constantly speculating:

How did these cloud beasts like Little Gretel come about?

If we go one step further, will these cloud beasts become physical, living dragons? Or at least dragon beasts with physical bodies?
Chapter completed!