Chris's body suddenly swelled, his muscles bulged, red scales sprouted from his body, dragon horns sprouted from his head, and palm-sized wings sprouted from his back.
At this moment, he felt like a humanoid tyrannosaurus.
"What, what is this?" Plato took a few steps back in horror.
"How did Chris become like this?" Brent couldn't believe it. His brother didn't even look human now.
The knights who were watching on the scene let out bursts of exclamations.
Chris grinned and put the wand back. In the draconic state, even without a wand, he could release fire magic with his bare hands.
He flapped his palm-sized fleshy wings at a very fast speed, leaving only a pale red afterimage in the air.
"What a fast speed!" Plato's pupils shrank suddenly, and he slashed forward with his long sword.
"Cang!" At the same time, Chris also cut out the green sword, and the two long swords touched together, making a dull sound.
Chris remained motionless, but Plato had to take several steps back to barely offset the potential energy on his body.
Plato was very surprised: "How did your power become so strong?"
I am a knight at the peak of the second level, and I am only one step away from being promoted to a third level knight.
But after the change in the kid in front of him, not only did his speed increase, but his strength also increased significantly.
"The surprise is yet to come." Chris stretched out his left paw forward, and dots of red light gathered in front of him. An orange-red fireball slowly took shape and grew rapidly. In less than a moment, it was
It grew to a diameter of more than one meter.
"Magic, bursting fireball!" The moment Chris' voice fell, the bursting fireball flew towards Plato, dragging a long tail flame.
"Fighting skills, fighting spirit barrier!" Plato's expression changed, he shouted loudly, pointed his long sword forward, and fighting spirit swarmed out and condensed in front of him, forming a two-meter-high silver shield.
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded, and centered on the collision point, a bitter storm spread, fireworks rolled, and the scorching heat wave distorted the air.
Everyone saw a figure being blown away from the storm. He fell dozens of meters away and fell to the ground.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be the second-order knight Plato.
At this moment, he looked very miserable, his clothes were in tatters, his hair had many burnt marks, and his face was covered with black ash.
In this battle, Chris wins!
The whole place was silent because no one expected such a result.
Chris took a deep breath and slowly shrank his body. His scales, dragon horns, and flesh wings disappeared, returning to his original appearance.
"What's going on with you?" Brent walked over quickly and took his brother's hand and asked.
"Let's go, let's talk as we walk." Ignoring the surprised looks of people around him, Chris walked forward leisurely.
Linda followed step by step.
Looking at the three people leaving, Sam's eyes were very complicated and he murmured to himself: "It seems that our Qiaodun family has a great person."
Plato wiped the dust from his face, gritted his teeth and said: "Chris, just wait for me!"
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"Hey, this isn't the way to grandma's yard." Brent asked doubtfully, "Shouldn't we go eat dragon meat?"
Chris said: "Don't worry, I'll go find Mr. Daniel to help me forge a weapon."
The battle with Plato made him deeply aware of his weakness, so he couldn't wait to build the Dragon Tooth Sword.
Brent asked doubtfully: "Don't you have the Qingzhi sword given by your father? What kind of weapon do you want to make?"
"You'll know when we get there." Chris smiled mysteriously.
Master Daniel's forging room is on the easternmost side of the Viscount's Mansion, and the three of them walked for more than ten minutes to get there.
From a long distance away, you can hear the sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding".
The forging room is built of bluestone, is more than three meters high, covers an area of more than 300 square meters, and has two large brown-gray iron doors on the front.
When I opened the door, a wave of heat hit my face. I saw a dozen shirtless and sweaty young men knocking on the door, their faces turned red by the firelight.
"Ah!" Linda screamed when she saw this scene, covered her eyes and ran out
These are all disciples of Master Daniel, some are junior blacksmiths, and of course most of them are just apprentices, who can barely make some crude weapons.
The eyes of those men were attracted, and a short-haired man in his thirties trotted over and asked, "Why are you two young masters here?"
Chris said: "I want to find Master Daniel."
"Master has just finished forging a weapon for Lord Viscount and is resting now. I am his eldest disciple. If the two young masters need anything, just leave it to me, Green."
Chris shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't build what I want with your level."
Green curled his lips and said: "Third Young Master, I am a blacksmith at the top of the junior level. There is nothing I can't forge. Please don't trouble Master."
Humph, little brat, I still don’t believe it. What kind of difficult things can you build?
"Oh, really?" Chris raised his eyebrows, touched the space ring with his palm, and took out a dragon tooth, "I want to make a dragon tooth sword. Come on, help me make it."
Green's throat was throbbing, and his eyes were about to pop out. He trembled his lips and said, "Dragon, dragon fang?"
Chris said impatiently: "If you can't build it, hurry up and find Daniel for me."
"Yes, yes, third young master." Green turned around quickly. He was walking a little unsteadily and rolled away.
"Brother, what do you think of my dragon tooth?" Chris flicked his finger on the one meter long dragon tooth and asked with a smile.
At this moment, Brent looked blank: "That sixth-level knight also left you a dragon tooth?"
Chris raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Of course."
Immediately, he thought with a bad taste, what kind of expression Brent would show if he knew that there was a whole dragon in the cellar of his castle.
After a while, Green ran over with a bald man.
The bald man looked to be about forty years old, more than two meters tall, with very well-developed muscles and eight-pack abs.
This is the intermediate blacksmith - Master Daniel.
"Where are the dragon teeth?" Daniel asked excitedly as soon as he came over, and then his eyes were attracted to the thing in Chris' hand.
He ran over quickly, cautiously, wanting to touch but not daring to touch, his palms hanging awkwardly in the air.
"Here, Master Daniel, take a good look at it and help me make the dragon tooth sword as soon as possible." Chris stuffed the dragon tooth into Daniel's arms.