In fact, Dimos did not go to other places on Tai Chi Island. He never left the Five-Colored Dragon Castle at all. Everything Muria did on Tai Chi Island seemed to him like a child playing around.
Deimos traveled almost all of Erathia in his life, and he saw too many incredible things. In the eyes of many giants, the magnificent Giant City is the largest city in Erathia, as well as the magnificent white jade palace in its center.
, is the most luxurious castle in Erathia.
However, in the eyes of Dimos, these buildings are really nothing, they are all inferior things. In Erathia, there are too many buildings in terms of scale and momentum, which can crush the White Jade Temple and the City of Giants.
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For example, the city in the sky is held up in the sky by a powerful magic circle, the city of mage with tens of thousands of towering mage towers, the city of the dead made of endless piles of bones...
On Taiji Island, the only ones that can really attract Dimos are the hundreds of five-color evil dragon cubs in Dragon Castle who are learning spells.
"This amount." Dimos stood in the study room of Dragon Castle, looking at the young dragons who were lying on the spell books and trying to memorize the spell models, and smashed their mouths, "Atrice is even more ruthless than I was back then.
Ah, you actually found so many evil dragons for my grandson."
"However, my grandson is even more interesting. He actually lets the evil dragon learn spells." Dimos looked with interest at the young dragons who were shaking their heads and memorizing spells.
Deimos was walking around in the study room, but the strange thing was that no dragon could see Deimos, as if he didn't exist.
"Each dragon learns different spells." Dimos muttered after reading several spell books memorized by the young dragons, "It seems that my grandson has put a lot of effort into them."
"Huh?" Suddenly, Dimos stopped next to a white dragon that was waving its tail to memorize spells. He looked down at the spell book memorized by the white dragon, "Three-ring spell, ice gun."
"A third-level bronze white dragon, learning third-level magic." Dimos looked at this special-looking white dragon, "This temperament is not what a white dragon should have, it is more like a crystal dragon.
But it is indeed a white dragon with pure blood."
"Have you memorized this three-ring spell?" Clodia, who was concentrating on memorizing the spell model, suddenly heard a gentle male voice coming from beside her.
"Well, it's almost finished." Claudia replied subconsciously.
"Then can you build it in the spiritual sea?"
"No questions..." When Claudia was about to say the last word, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the blond young man next to her who was looking at her with a smile.
Seeing this tiny human, many of the scales on Clodia's body exploded. The little white dragon retracted its claws and took a step back unconsciously. She knew with her tail that the human in front of her was anything but.
Shantu might not be human at all.
Claudia looked around, and then discovered to her horror that no dragon other than her could see the human youth in front of her. Her voice began to tremble, "What are you?"
"..." Dimos did not answer, but looked down at himself, and then looked at Clodia, whose body was obviously starting to tremble. "I have obviously restrained all my breath. You can feel my breath."
powerful?"
"I...can't feel it." Claudia stuttered in reply. The young man in front of her didn't have any extraordinary power. He looked just like an ordinary human youth, but he could only do it if his brain was frozen.
Thinking that the person in front of me is just an ordinary person.
"Then why are you afraid of me?"
"Woo...can you please stop playing tricks on me? I'm just an ordinary little white dragon. There are so many dragons here, why don't you find other dragons?" Clodia cried, she was so scared that she was about to cry.
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"..." Dimos looked around, and then suddenly realized that he knew the reason. It was because he looked "ordinary" that the white dragon was frightened. The unknown was the scariest thing.
"Smart White Dragon, you are indeed different. You haven't answered me yet, can you build a three-ring spell model in the spiritual sea?"
"Okay." At this time, Claudia stopped stuttering, and the fear in her heart was gradually disappearing. She had already figured out that if an existence of this level really wanted to hurt her, no matter what she did, it would be useless.
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"You are now only at the third level of Bronze and can you cast third-level spells?" Dimos asked in surprise.
"Yes." Clodia heard the doubts of the young man in front of her, raised her chest and raised her head, and said with pride. Among the more than a hundred dragons in the castle, she is the only one who can cast spells across steps, not even Muria.
, this is enough to become her pride.
"It's unbelievable." Dimos looked at the energetic and confident white dragon in front of him, "Even among gold dragons and silver dragons, there are very few genius dragons who can cast spells beyond levels. You really are
White dragon?"
"It was White Dragon at that time."
"It's a pity." Dimos sighed. Among all dragon species, the white dragon is the weakest. There is no one. This kind of genius dragon was born among the weakest dragon species. "Do you like magic?"
"I like it."
"Why do you like it?"
"Because learning spells can make up for my innate deficiencies. I am the weakest white dragon, but after learning spells, even the red dragon will not dare to provoke me."
Clodia replied, and then she thought about it and said what Muria once taught her: "Also, Muria said that for every ten dragons that die in Erathia, one of them
Seven are white dragons. In order not to be slaughtered in the future, I will work very hard to learn spells and become stronger, so strong that no one dares to provoke me."
"That's right. White dragons are the most numerous dragons slaughtered by humans." Dimos nodded.
"Muria also said that even a white dragon is still a dragon. It should not live a hazy life like those ordinary beasts. A dragon should live the way a dragon should."
"What is a dragon supposed to look like?" Deimos became even more interested when he heard what his grandson said.
"When the true dragon appears, all beasts will prostrate themselves, and all spirits will be in awe."
"My grandson is really interesting." Hearing Clodia's words, Deimos laughed.
Smiling, an idea suddenly came to Deimos. Once he had an idea, he had to execute it, so he walked to the front of the study room. In the process, Deimos released himself from a state of near-invisibility.
"Who is he? When did he come in?" In the study room, all the young dragons saw Timos. Compared with their current size, this "person" was very small.
"Is this a human being?" A red dragon looked at Deimos, stretched out its tongue and licked the corner of its mouth, and a few drops of saliva dripped down.
"Idiot." Next to the young dragon, the young dragon Cynthia saw the appearance of her own kind, raised her paw and slapped its head to the ground. "How can there be humans here? Use your brain to think about it.
Just know it.”
"Sister, who is he?" The other red dragon turned back to look at the young dragon Cynthia. Muria temporarily appointed the young female dragons Cynthia and Renata as the managers of the red dragons in the castle.
"I don't know, I can't tell. Anyway, he is definitely not a human being. If you don't want to suffer, please be honest."
At this time, Deimos walked to the front of the study room, and his current appearance successfully attracted the attention of all the dragons. Deimos looked at the dragons in the study room who were all looking at him, and the corners of his mouth raised.
He wants to do something interesting now.
"The following is an announcement. Since my grandson, Muria, has just entered the slumber period, from today on, I will be your magic teacher." Deimos smiled and said what he just wanted to do.
Question: "Which one of you has an opinion?"
"I have no objection!" The young dragon Albert was the first to take the lead and express his position clearly. He just heard that the person in front of him called Muria his grandson, so he was Muria's grandfather.
He had already met Muria's mother, the Golden Dragon Lady, once in the Crystal Castle, a legendary dragon mage. So, if the daughter is so strong, how strong should her father be? Then, the dragon thought about the incident just now.
The pressure was so strong that it almost scared him to pee, and the whole dragon trembled. He seemed to understand something.
If a dragon takes the lead, other dragons will immediately follow. No dragon is a fool. After years of learning in the Five-Color Dragon Castle, this group of dragons is completely different from the five-color dragons in the outside world. They "observe etiquette" and are orderly, and know when things happen.
Thinking instead of rushing forward is reckless.
"Very good!" Dimos looked at the hundreds of five-color dragons with some satisfaction. These dragons seemed to have been trained well by his grandson, and they were all obedient without him showing any tricks.
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On the platform of the castle, on top of the golden cocoon formed by Muria, the three phenomena of hurricane, thunder, and fire continued. This was the manifestation of the elements caused by the golden cocoon devouring a large amount of the three elements.
On the other side, dozens of Cloud Giants kept pouring elemental crystals onto the golden cocoon as instructed. Near the Golden Cocoon, there were a large number of Cloud Giant girls cleaning up the abandoned crystals whose elements had been swallowed up.
On the outermost periphery, there are hundreds of storm giants armed with various heavy weapons and wearing armor, loyally guarding the side.
In the golden cocoon, Muria's body was undergoing drastic changes every moment under the influence of the Dragon King's blood. Pieces of dragon scales grew on Muria's body, but faded away under the influence of the Titan's blood.
The blood of the golden dragon and the titan are engaged in a healthy confrontation in his body. Under this confrontation, Muria's body is constantly growing, and his bones, tendons, and muscles are constantly strengthening, and he is better than one day.
day.
In the castle, Deimos taught the young dragons to learn spells with strong interest, while above the castle, Muria was undergoing a crucial transformation in her life.
However, time is passing by quietly like this, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that everything has changed.