The cold ocean current gradually warms up, the sounds of fighting are still faintly heard in the Dandelion Basin, the frogs are still croaking in the poisonous path, the piranhas in the Biting Bay are still like headless flies, and the wolf howl wafting out from the Angry Tide Cape is still loud.<
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The mortal python Jörmungandr has no plans to stop at the colorful fog forest, just because the Pava Federation is close at hand, and it is estimated that it will arrive before sunset.
During the short journey of these few days, he recalled the barbaric tyranny of Valkyrie (Rikka), and recalled the scars on his abdomen. However, the memories did not seem to end here, but instead intensified, until his soul
Deep.
Although Rikka was the biggest stain in Jörmungandr's long life, out of awe of the strong, he never hated him.
If Rikka is the ultimate expression of "genius", then Jormungandr is very similar to Boom, both are examples of people who believe they can succeed through hard work.
And in his life, Jörmungandr also has people that he really hates. The appearance of those guys resembles his master's hair, which is enough for Jörmungandr to kill them.
The dragon race, the race with the best talents and qualifications, are natural users of magic. The dragon's skin can withstand any attack from the swordsman, and it will automatically advance to the great mage as it grows older.
With their powerful bodies, coupled with spells that can be easily obtained without the need to recite incantations, if the giant dragon clan were not so sparse in population, they should probably be the masters of this world, not any human race.
However, those "big lizards" with wings on their backs made the worldly python Jörmungandr extremely disgusted. This is because in the memories of millions of years ago, Jörmungandr was just a little snake in a mysterious space.
, only because of his calm personality and fairly good strength, he was selected as a "road sign" and finally arrived in this world.
The hair of the owner he spoke of was made up of countless "big lizards" with wings on their backs. And Jörmungandr itself was naturally one of those hairs.
Therefore, the dragon clan has become a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh. And it is precisely because of that nonsense that Jörmungandr now lives in the Demonic Sea and rarely goes out.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill the giant dragon clan for no reason! This is the burial place of the ancestors, don't stop now!" The first generation giant dragon clan leader crushed the gem scepter, and the fire elemental spirit appeared instantly,
The entire hall began to tremble slightly.
"Take Gonzalez (the current leader of the dragon clan) away, and you...you don't have to come back. This is my last order." The first-generation dragon mother said while holding up the magic barrier.
Although she never looked at her only son from beginning to end, her brocade robe had already been soaked with tears.
"Clan leader, there is no need to panic. This is the official moment for the Black Dragon Clan to show their loyalty. You and the Dragon Mother only need to stand aside and watch the ceremony. I can kill each other by myself!" The first-generation Black Dragon Clan leader has returned to his true form, and only darkness can be seen.
The magic power spreads out like a substance, and the oppressive feeling is like the coming of death.
At the same time, all the dragon clan leaders who were in the main hall of the Dragon Island Palace returned to their original form and glared at the middle-aged man standing not far away.
Although the dragons have no intention of expanding their territory, they are recognized as terrifying existences by the world. That is a talent that cannot be easily surpassed, and it is an advantage that every magician dreams of (no need to chant incantations, and the body is extremely rich in magic power). "Just like you... If you use that person's description, it should be 'trash'!"
"Needless to say, I will only kill everyone who is here now, and I will not bother you again in the future."
"But from today on, the giant dragon clan can only live in this 'Dragon Island' you call it. If one day you plan to occupy even one territory, I will show up again!"
Jörmungandr was not afraid of the magic power fluctuations in the air. He casually broke the neck of the first-generation Black Dragon clan leader, and then quickly killed countless giant dragon clan leaders.
In the end, Jörmungandr tore off the wings of the first-generation dragon clan leader, and then crushed the head of the first-generation elf clan leader with his foot. The smell of blood replaced the violent magic power of the previous second, and Jörmungandr looked at the giant dragon.
The throne of the dragon clan, waved his hand and smashed the dragon head, which symbolized the supreme power.
"I didn't expect there to be survivors. I no longer have to maintain this ridiculous magic barrier. I have no interest in hunting down any cubs."
Jörmungandr slowly turned around, and the willow leaf-shaped pupils unique to snakes emitted wisps of ghostly light, as if the God of Death was in anger.
"That's really great. You should be the master of the Demon Sea."
"I am the leader of the Silver Dragon Clan, and I can swear with my soul that as long as you stop here, the Giant Dragon Clan will settle on Dragon Island forever as you said from now on, and will never seek any territory." The blood completely covered up the scales that should have shimmered with silver, but the leader of the Silver Dragon clan never returned to his true form, but stood in front of Jörmungandr like an old woman.
The leader of the Silver Dragon Clan's only plan now is no longer to be proud of the dragon clan, but to protect the leader's only bloodline and survive. But everyone has forgotten that there is a baby dragon hiding in the ruins due to the collapse of the palace.
Among them, his name is Baskak, and he is exactly the "short-hearted person" that Rikka calls him now.
"I hope the dragon clan can remember today's promise, otherwise any existence with wings on its back will no longer survive in the world." Jörmungandr turned around and left, but from beginning to end, he never really performed anything.
Secret Technique.
The mortal python Jörmungandr has been practicing for hundreds of thousands of years just to transform into flesh wings, but he has never been able to achieve his wish.
Therefore, his character has become increasingly cold, and to this day, he has begun to question the orders of his "master".
As for the little girl Hela, she knew nothing about it. For hundreds of thousands of years, she felt that she was an ancient beast born in this world.
"I don't know if Valkyrie has really lost her memory. If that's the case, what is the meaning of your existence?"
"And Hela, she has always been looking forward to meeting you again. And in terms of talent, although she is far inferior to you, she is above me!"
The giant python Jörmungandr flicked his tail a few times, and the doubtful look in his eyes quickly disappeared. Although he didn't care about the passage of time, he only had a little bit of anticipation when he was reunited with an old acquaintance.
Love.
It's just that this so-called "expectation" is not more about a long conversation, but an intention to fight unscrupulously with the opponent.
And in Jormungandr's heart, he has never forgotten the advice of his sister Hela. The mortal python was originally a pair of twins. Compared to Jormungandr, Hela seems to be the more terrifying existence, at least in terms of cruelty.
To say the least, she is far beyond the imagination of the world.
"Brother, if Sister Valkyrie comes back one day, I will be the one to fight her, not you!"
"If I can't get what I want, I will leave, and then I will subvert all living things with my own hands, and I will do what I say!"
That day, a piece of colorful scales condensed between Hela's eyebrows. That day, the entire demon sea was divided into countless blocks, like weird cakes. That day, Jörmungandr stared at his sister, and for the first time
