The name of a giant dragon is often inextricably related to its character, experience and ideas, and there are also some mysterious connections between the two.
Just like Asadron, the name of the dragon means destruction, and its actions are closely related to it.
The meaning of Ipgil in dragon language is flower in stone, which means hard appearance and gentle heart.
"You can play again if you want, Charanvilos." Ipgil said expectantly.
Ever since he obtained all of Asadron's dragon power that day, there was an additional name in the ID column of Sherlock's attribute list - Ciaran Willows.
It means morning light, representing life and hope.
The two of them talked in dragon language, and naturally they shouted each other's dragon names.
"It's not urgent. It won't be too late to go when I leave. Now I have more important things." If Sherlock goes in again, the copper dragon will definitely not let him out easily.
"Is there anything more interesting than my maze?" Ipgil naturally knew the purpose of Sherlock's visit and asked knowingly.
"Of course!" Sherlock turned over his hand, and seven or eight white-footed centipede corpses were thrown out of his backpack. "We have been walking for a whole day and we haven't eaten yet."
A flash of light flashed in Ipgil's eyes, and he subconsciously licked his teeth with his tongue, "Really? Speaking of which, I haven't eaten in a year."
"Then we can eat together, but I also have a friend in the maze..."
"Easy!" Ipgil snapped his fingers, and the whole cave shook slightly.
A moment later, Cindy was sent out standing on a rocky path like an escalator.
"You can eat now." Ipgil said impatiently, completely losing his previous calmness.
"I'll process it some more." Sherlock lowered his head, couldn't help but smile, and then began to process the ingredients in his hands.
When asking for help, whether in virtual or real life, whether dealing with people or dragons, he always adheres to the principle of equal exchange.
There is no reason and no benefit, so why should you ask others to help you?
So before coming, he made a series of preparations.
The three major hobbies of the copper dragon are jokes, puzzles and pranks.
With Sherlock's sense of humor, no matter how funny the joke was, it would turn into a cold mess in his mouth, so he was the first to pass.
Puzzles are a good idea, but it's a bit embarrassing and deliberate to say that there is a puzzle to test you from the beginning.
As for the final prank, it’s too difficult to control. If the joke goes off, it will be self-defeating.
Not good at having fun, Sherlock can only start with food.
Copper dragons love to eat mutant scorpions, as well as all other large poisonous creatures.
They often say that venom adds to their wit and fun.
There were no mutant scorpion dragons in the Jaw Mountains, so Sherlock had no choice but to collect some white-footed centipedes.
Now it seems that the effect is good.
The red copper dragon eats poisonous insects with their shells on, and the white-legged centipede is more than a meter long. The shell is thick, hard and has magic resistance. It is very difficult to control the fire temperature if you want to cook everything inside and out.
Sherlock has the flames of the holy dragon, so it is easy to grill meat.
He used Dragon Slayer to make a small hole in the centipede's carapace. After pouring all the cooking wine he had prepared, he controlled the flame and started roasting it.
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Soon, bursts of meaty aroma filled the air along with the unique mellow aroma of cooking wine.
"I think it's almost done, you can eat it." Ipgil stared straight at the roasted red centipede, almost salivating.
"Wait a minute!" Sherlock only smelled the aroma and knew that the meat was not completely cooked yet.
As the aroma of meat became stronger and stronger, everyone's attention was focused on the barbecue in front of Sherlock. Even Cindy, who had been tricked by Sherlock once, couldn't help but look forward to it.
At this time, a childish voice suddenly came from the entrance of the cave.
"What does it smell like? It's so fragrant?
Master Yipujier, when did you learn to barbecue?"
A short figure followed the voice and slowly walked out of the shadows.
"Did you miss me..." Halfway through the shouting, the figure realized that there was another group of people in the cave.
"Kalami?" Sherlock turned around and asked in surprise.
"Sir Sherlock!" The man ran over and said happily.
"Why are you here?" Sherlock immediately thought of a possibility: "Are you here to participate in a joke contest?"
"Well, grandpa really wasn't in the mood to come, so he asked me to come alone."
The person who came was none other than Carami, the granddaughter of the dwarf clan leader who they had worked with before to stop the Dragon Cult. Sherlock had even saved her life at that time.
I had always heard from Barak that his teacher held a joke contest every year, but he didn't expect that the other contestant turned out to be one of his dwarfs.
Dragon and dwarf are really a strange combination, and it can only happen to the copper dragon who is joking.
"What's the matter? Is that old man Langda sick?" Ipujier was disappointed but also a little worried.
In his long life, there were many passers-by, and Langda was undoubtedly the more important one among them.
Ever since they rescued each other on the edge of a cliff 68 years ago, the annual joke contest has become an unchanging agreement between the two.
"Grandpa is in good health, but the Dragon Worship Cult killed many of our clan members. He really wasn't in the mood to come, so he asked me to attend the appointment for him. He also asked me to say sorry to you." Kalami was in a different mood when talking about this.
A little disappointed.
"What did those madmen do again? Do you need my help?" Ipji'er was no stranger to the Dragon Worship Cult. They came to trick him into transforming into a dracolich before, and he gave him a lesson.
"They want to resurrect Asadron..." Kalami said.
"Asadron!" Ipgil exclaimed.
The copper dragon and the silver dragon are natural enemies of the red dragon because of their lair problems.
Asadron is the most famous being among the red dragons, and he is also active in the Eastern Region of Impasse, so Ipgil naturally knows about it.
It was because he knew that he was so surprised.
In the entire desperate eastern region, except for Aglalon's Storm Queen, Leatherman's Supreme Witch, and Thel's Scarlet Lich, no one could subdue that crazy dragon.
"He's resurrected?" he asked worriedly. If that was the case, he would consider moving.
"Almost, thanks to Lord Sherlock devouring his soul at the last moment?"
"Your Excellency Sherlock?" Yipujier looked at the figure on the ground and said in surprise, "Is it you?"
Sherlock nodded and said modestly, "Without everyone's help in holding back the followers of the Dragon Worship Cult, I wouldn't have been able to succeed."
"So this is where the dragon power and dragon soul in you come from. Why can't I clearly see your race?" Ipgil suddenly realized.
He had seen Sherlock with a dragon name before, and subconsciously thought that the other person was a giant dragon, but the power on the other person was too weird, and he was a little confused for a while.
