"Why is this kind of twenty-meter-long, short and fat dragon considered a medium-sized dragon? Then what is a fifty-meter-long dragon like ours called?" Nellie used her small claws to pull the bones of the bone dragon under her body.
, said with disgust.
"..., called the 'giant' dragon." Nigris responded.
"Ah? Aren't all dragons called giant dragons?" Neiari asked with eyes wide open.
"Strictly speaking, no. Only those with more than 40 meters are called giant dragons. Those with 30 to 40 meters are called large dragons. Those with more than 20 meters are called medium-sized dragons. Those with less than 10 meters are called small dragons."
"Then what kind of dragon is this? It's over twenty meters tall, about the same as Yolanda was when she was a child. Could it be an underage silver dragon?" Brusk interjected and asked.
Nigris shook his head: "I don't know, but the ones that can be resurrected with the Cleansing Technique are definitely not the ones we know. They are either certain subspecies, or the work of bright old dogs, such as the legendary Holy Dragon.
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As they spoke, the three dragons collectively turned their heads to look at Ange, who was busy working on his flesh wings. The holy light of the facial cleansing technique flashed like the steel welding technique invented by goblins.
Wherever the holy light passed, a black flesh wing grew rapidly.
At this time, they were already in the sky, and a twenty-meter-long bone dragon was flapping its ragged wings, hovering above the Falling Dragon Lake.
After digging out the dragon skeleton, Angra discovered that it had condensed the fire of its soul under the presence of the Locke-level king. The reason why Angra couldn't get up was because it was stuck deep in the mud of the wetland. This kind of
In the mud, even a living dragon, let alone a bone dragon, would not struggle easily.
Now that there is soul fire, just throw its head into the pile of bones, and it will be combined into a bone dragon.
I originally thought it was of no use. It might be pulled out during a fight and used to bully the weak due to its size. After all, its wings were rotten and it couldn't fly.
Compared with bone dragons, corpse dragons are much better, especially corpse dragons with intact wings that can fly into the air, and their combat radius and combat capabilities are not on the same level.
Bone dragons can only run on the ground and are equivalent to large skeletons.
So Nigris and others started to look at the Bone-Knowing Dragon, and they all guessed what kind of dragon it was. Nigris is known as the God of Knowledge, but there is absolutely no knowledge of 'Dragon Bone-Knowing' in the world, so they can only rely on guessing.
But half-guessed, all the guesses were shattered when I saw that Ange had applied the facial cleansing technique and the bone dragon was covered with a layer of flesh film. It was clear that just like a little angel, it could be resurrected by bathing in the holy light.
The ability is very likely to be a creation of the gods of light.
In the next three or four days, Ange started to get angry. He kept casting facial cleansing spells, forcefully spreading the bone dragon's wingspan of more than thirty meters and restoring it to wings. Although the tatters were not completely healed,
But the bone dragon has been broken and can't wait to spread its wings and fly high.
Okay, let's fly. Angla led everyone up and let the bone dragon fly into the air to continue its recovery.
Just looking at Ange standing firmly on the wings of the bone dragon, it can be seen that his control over the wind element has deepened a lot, and Nellie has to hook her little claws to stand upright.
stable.
The little angel and the little zombie are very good at choosing places. They got into the nasal cavity of the bone dragon. One of them occupied one nostril and looked out. A strong wind blew. The little zombie was wailing, the little angel was wailing, the little angel was wailing, and the little zombie was wailing.
Yea ah ah ah, never tired of it.
The flesh wings are getting better and better, and all the tattered parts have been repaired. With the wings healed, the bone dragon can fly more steadily.
Ange returned to the bone dragon's back and continued to repair it. Brusque turned his face away without looking. He swore that he would never compete with this skeleton in endurance again.
After looking away, Bruske quickly saw something else: "Look, there is a big island there. According to the distance and direction, it should be close to the center of the lake."
Looking along Bruske's direction, I saw a large island in the distance. It was irregular in shape, high in the middle and low on the four sides. It was a full 20 kilometers in diameter. It was a well-deserved big island.
The island has lush vegetation, with many small trees and shrubs. The closer to the edge, the rarer the plants. But this is only relatively speaking. Even in shallow water and wet areas, there are still many aquatic plants and grasses growing tenaciously.
Ange tilted his head and pointed toward the island: "Go down."
The bone dragon adjusted its direction like an arm and flew straight towards the island in the middle of the lake.
A bad feeling arose in Nigris's heart, and he quickly said: "What are you going to do? We have no time, we are going back soon, don't mess around."
Unfortunately, it was too late. Ange jumped directly from the bone dragon and hit the wet ground with a bang. He stepped hard and made a footprint. The grass on the wet ground grew wildly in an instant.
During this period, many fish jumped wildly or swam away rapidly. Even the saltwater turtles couldn't bear to surface and swam out desperately.
Insects that run slowly or have a short lifespan will directly rush to death under the halo of quick death.
This is also the main reason why no one has ever thought of using the speed of light to grow vegetables. If all animals and insects die, who will pollinate the crops?
Unless there is a magician who can continuously cast low-level magic and whose control is fine enough to pollinate.
A few hours later, hundreds of flowers bloomed on the wetland, which was more lively than ever before. Ange quickly selected those grass plants, and used the pollination technique to roll up their bud pollen, which was so thin that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. He grabbed it in his hand and stuffed it into the empty space.
Negris secretly screamed something bad, his mind quickly returned to the Palace of Rest, and the Brass Book that controlled his body flew to the farm.
Sure enough, just as he expected, the farm was already filled with an unprecedented kind of rice, which had reached the pollination stage. Each plant was tall, strong, strong, and the flower spikes were long and dense.
, at first glance, it is a high-yielding rice seed.
A name flashed in Nigris' mind: Magic Rice!
"Zobada, these days when you are recovering your bone dragon, your other hand has not stopped. I bet you are growing magic rice!" Nigris said angrily.
The magic rice found from the Great Druid of Spring Breeze was only a small bag, which was not enough to plant such a large area. This Ange had obviously planted one crop, and then planted a second crop after harvesting.
"Can you tell me in advance next time!?" This Ange came up with a lot of things without paying attention, and didn't tell me in advance, which made him, a dog-headed strategist, too passive.
"Oh." Ange responded and carefully transferred the pollen from the grass crops rolled in from the outside onto several magic rice plants.
Only then did Negris discover that Ange had divided the large piece of magic rice into pieces, with only four plants in each small piece. The powder from the same grass plant was only planted on the four magic rice plants in this piece.
If there is a lot of pollen, just discard it and never let it contaminate other plots.
Looking at the tens of thousands of small plots on the farm, Nigris asked with numbness: "You don't want to find 10,000 different grass plants to hybridize with these magic rice, do you?"
"No." Ange shook his head.
Before Nigris could breathe a sigh of relief, Ange said: "Ten thousand plants in one batch."
"Pfft!" There is still a second or third batch of feelings? Thinking of Ange's temperament of planting vegetables repeatedly for a thousand years, if he never produces good seeds, wouldn't he have to repeat it for a thousand years?
"Don't be like this. We just came here to dig some fertilizer. It's time to go back." Nigris was going crazy because Ange's temperament was too casual.
Originally I just came here to dig some dragon soil, but when I saw guano, I had to dig up guano again. I found that magic rice was planted with magic rice, and I found that bone dragon dug up bones. Now I have to spend time and effort to breed it. There is no plan at all. I said before.
The one who met the undead creatures in Dark Side City was almost here, but he seemed a little reluctant to go back.
Ange didn't respond.
Nigris had already figured out Ange's temperament. This lack of response did not mean that he did not hear, but that he refused. He quickly coaxed him: "The people from Darkside City are about to arrive. Let's go back first."
Is it okay to meet them and come back to breed them?"
"Okay, done." Ange responded quickly.
After collecting all the pollen from the grass crops in this wetland, Ange flew up, landed on the back of the still circling Bone Dragon, and adjusted his direction to fly towards the Hope Oasis.
If there is no bone dragon, you can go back through the teleportation array. Now that there is a bone dragon, you can only fly back. It's not far anyway. The information I got from John is that it is about two hundred kilometers away from the Hope Oasis.
Because the villagers donated too much soul flame, Ange left more than 20 tons of food, enough for everyone to have a meal.
Nigris even taught them several ways to deal with reeds, allowing them to process more reed products and send them to the oasis, which can be exchanged for food. If necessary, a road may be built to connect the oasis to Zhuilong Lake.
Connect together to facilitate transportation of guano and cargo.
If there was enough power to clean up the murlocs in Dragon Dragon Lake, the fishery resources of such a large lake would be enough to feed many people.
It was already evening when we flew back, and it was already dark before we reached the oasis. However, darkness is the time when undead creatures are most active, including the bone dragon, which flaps its wings with a lot of force.
Bruske noticed this scene and couldn't help but ask: "Shouldn't the undead be afraid of the sun? Why don't you all seem to be afraid?"
Nigris shrugged: "We are covered."
In fact, he had discovered this problem a long time ago, and even asked Ange to drag an ordinary skeleton out of the Palace of Rest and expose it to the sun. After a short time in the sun, it fell apart, and he worked hard to dig and dig into the sand.
After careful analysis, Negris found that all of them, undead creatures that were not affected by sunlight, had soul connections with Ange, and those without soul connections would really be killed by the sun.
The tolerance of serious undead creatures to the sun is too low. Only these undead creatures, such as these, would run around under the bright sun.
When Brusque heard "someone is covered", he glanced at Ange subconsciously.
At this moment, a short whistling sound sounded, which was obviously a warning sound.
Ange and others looked around and saw a long team moving among the sand dunes in the dark night, and it was they who made the warning sound.
The entire team moved instantly. They all fell down on the spot in a well-trained manner, and then rolled away. Then they squeezed hard and squeezed into the loose gravel. Only some vehicles and horses that could not hide were left on the ground, and more
You can't tell that there was a long queue on the ground more than ten seconds ago.
Everyone was stunned, and Bruske couldn't help but exclaimed: "They are so professional. What are they hiding from? Are there any enemies chasing them?"
Everyone looked at each other, and only the sound of the bone dragon flapping its wings spread far away in the black silence.
Now everyone came to their senses, and Nigris said: "Well, they are hiding from us."
"Who is this? On the way in the middle of the night." A somewhat embarrassed Nigris asked, "I scared them. Do you want to go down..."
Before he finished speaking, Ange suddenly let out a "ouch", and the bone dragon immediately tilted sideways and flipped sideways. A powerful arrow with a thick arm penetrated the bone dragon's flesh wing and tore a big hole. If
If it hadn't been for a moment, the arrow might have been nailed to the bone.
When the arrow shot past, everyone heard the sound of the bowstring tightening. The arrow was faster than the sound.
"How dare you shoot us?" Bruske said angrily, immediately jumped down and hit the sand hard.
The sand that was smashed up shot out in a whoosh.
But very quickly, as if the sand had entered a liquid, its speed slowed down greatly, and it stopped after a while.
"Hysteresis?" Brusk blinked and narrowed his pupils.
It doesn’t matter what the spell is, what’s important is the mage who casts the hysteresis spell. This kind of silent spellcasting level is not something ordinary magicians can do, but Brusque didn’t sense the magic power fluctuations. Is there any magician who can do it?
Casting spells silently under your nose?
At the moment Brusk narrowed his eyes, a long shadow blade stabbed out from the ground and went straight between its legs.
"Drink!" Brusk shouted, and the whole ground exploded. It also flew straight into the sky as if it was blown away by the explosion.
A shadow holding a long shadow blade was shaken out of the sand. The long blade in his hand flipped over and clinked on the flying sand and stones.
A strange scene that violated common sense in physics occurred. The shadow used the force of flying sand and rocks to chase Brusk at high speed like an invisible ladder.
Brusk committed a major taboo among mages. Without any followers, he was approached by a melee warrior who was only one level behind.
At a long distance, ten high-level sword masters cannot defeat a single magician, but at close range, the magician is as good as a chicken in the hands of high-level sword masters.
Fortunately, Bruske was not a weak magician with no strength to fight a tiger, but a golden dragon with equally strong melee capabilities, and he immediately reached for it with his claws.
I saw Bruske's fingers suddenly enlarged and stretched, revealing sharp dragon claws, which startled the opponent's shadow. He stepped on the air with one foot, and flexibly twisted his body in the air. His long knife avoided Brusque's
The claws followed the arm and slashed towards the neck in the same manner.
The long blade of dark shadow made a hissing sound as it cut the air.
Ange pounced down, and the death sickle struck down.
Seeing the Death Scythe, the shadow enemy hesitated slightly.
Negris's voice sounded at the right time: "Stop it first, the emperor-level black warrior may be from the Dark Side City."