The Kingdom of Novi, also known as the "Sleeping Place of the Ancient Gods", is an ancient country formed by millions of years of history.
Not counting the Kingdom of Iceland, it is the northernmost country connected to the interior of Europe; it is a pure land covered by ice and snow, yet densely covered with jungles, rich and uncontested.
Seglade still remembered what the magic swordsman Solal said that Novi is the hometown of the dragon hunters. Although the dragon hunters are scattered all over the world in order to hunt dragons, their base camp will always be in this country.
Since this is where the dragon hunters have their roots, it is only logical that they would locate the most important weapon treasure house in the clan - the [Hall of Heroes] here.
In other words, did the portal just send the Leopard Man youth from Egypt to Novi? It was a very long distance.
"What are you thinking about? Follow me quickly." Father Odin was already walking in the forest, waving from a distance and urging.
"Where are you going? Meow?" Seglade caught up with him in a few strides. He was getting farther and farther away from the mountains hiding the Dragon Hunter base behind him. He couldn't help but wonder. This forest was not too dense. Looking around, the leopards
The young man did not find any buildings. If Father Odin planned to give the formula and raw materials to Seglade from the ruins of a certain dragon hunter clan, it would be reasonable; but from this nothing forest
What can I take out?
The young leopard man followed helplessly. There was no use in guessing. We could only wait for Father Odin to reveal the answer. Just as Seglade stepped into the forest, a pair of snake-like eyes emerged from somewhere in the forest.
He opened his eyes in a dark corner and glanced at the two intruders. The cracked snake eyes focused on the young leopard man. It narrowed its eyes and quickly disappeared into the depths of the woods.
.
"Hah!" Seglade couldn't help but sneeze.
"You're in such poor health, how can this temperature make you catch a cold?" Father Odin mocked.
The young leopard man was too lazy to talk to the old man. Seglade was currently wearing a pair of short-sleeved clothes and pants, and had traveled from an extremely hot world to this new world covered in snow, with green under the silvery white. He was the thickest on his body.
The piece of cloth he was wearing was nothing more than a crotch cloth, and it was not very warm. If this kind of acid-poor clothes can keep a person from catching a cold or sneezing in an environment close to zero, then it also needs to prevent colds.
What is the use of equipment?
"First of all, let me explain: the main ingredients of the [Dipterocarp] paint you want are dragon saliva and brain fluid. In other words, it is a rare product that requires hunting a dragon to make it. So I will take you there
There won’t be such [raw materials] anywhere, so don’t bother hunting dragons.”
"This is a little different from what we promised, meow." The young leopard man protested as he rubbed his nose that was bruised and swollen by the cold.
"Humph, it is indeed a little different. However, there are more dragons in the world. Those flying lizards are hunted casually in the Dragon Continent. They are not difficult to find. You don't need me to take you to find them?"
Seglade did not respond and continued to walk forward silently to express his dissatisfaction.
"So, let's not talk about dipterocarp for now. Let's talk about [turpentine] instead." Father Odin stopped in front of a big tree. Seglade couldn't help but look at it curiously.
That big tree has a straight trunk, steel needle-like leaves, and a tall and tall tree shape. Sure enough, it is a pine tree.
"This tree is a three-thousand-year-old [scented pine]. Its main characteristic is that it emits a fragrance similar to camphor wood." Father Odin took out the dagger from his waist and scratched the bark of the tree. When he cut the tree
When the skin was scratched, sure enough, a certain refreshing fragrance began to spread. Although Seglade's kitten's nose was a lot dull due to frostbite, he could still easily feel its strong but not strong and pungent fragrance.
delicate fragrance.
"And the color of its resin is very unique. It's like this." The old man continued, and the knife made a few more cuts on the already cut bark of the tree to deepen the incision.
Soon, some kind of golden semi-colloid flowed out from the trunk. At first glance, Seglade thought it was honey. It looked so clear, and it was such a beautiful pure golden color.
Seglade couldn't help but have the illusion that it was a treasure as sweet and delicious as honey.
"What's wrong, do you want to take a lick?" Father Odin suppressed the evil smile on his lips, scraped off the resin with a knife and handed it to the young leopard man: "Then try it, at least it doesn't have any
poison."
"Is this really edible?" Seglade, who had been deceived once before, couldn't help but be a little doubtful.
"It can be eaten." Father Odin replied without emotion: "Twenty thousand years ago, my people were forced to retreat to a forest of scented pine after losing a war, and were almost wiped out. There was no food or drink in the forest.
, they could only rely on the melted water from the trees to quench their thirst; and their only food source was this resin. By chewing the bark and sucking the resin and fighting hard for more than a month, my tribe finally gained the strength to fight.
Victory and survival have made the dragon hunter clan prosperous today. Therefore, we will plant a large area of this fragrant pine every ten years to express our gratitude to this generous plant."
"I got it--just try it for me, it's so long-winded." Seglade became more and more impatient as he listened. He picked up the resin-stained knife and licked it with his tongue.
However, he regretted it instantly. An astonishing bitter taste spread in his throat. Just a drop of resin the size of a soybean, but it brought more bitterness than the bitterest plant in the Turkic Everglades - Sophora flavescens.
It tastes a thousand times more bitter!
"Bah! Bah, bah, bah, bah---------------" Seglade was so miserable that he didn't even have time to take care of his manners, so he could only spit and try to clear his mouth.
Get rid of those terrible bitter tastes!
"Oh my god! What the hell is this, meow! It's so miserable, meow!" After spitting for a while, Seglade had time to complain.
"Ah hahaha, let's see if you, the greedy cat, still dare to eat random things of unknown origin." Father Odin seemed to be very happy - he was obviously teasing Seglade for fun.
"You bastard! You are really good at lying, meow!" Seglade was still cleaning his mouth, "The story just now was also a lie, meow? How can your people let go of such a bitter thing, meow!"
"The story is true." The old man replied lightly, and scraped more resin from the trunk of the tree that was flowing with golden rosin, and put a piece of resin as big as a finger into his mouth: "When you get hungry.
, no matter how unpalatable the food is, you can still swallow it. Life is a kind of suffering. In comparison, this bitterness is nothing?"
He chewed it nonchalantly, as if he was chewing a piece of beeswax, which made the young leopard man dumbfounded.
"Oh, it can also sterilize and deodorize, forming a long-term antibacterial protective layer in the mouth, which is very good for teeth." Father Odin continued to say to the leopard man in a persuasive tone: "You really don't want to eat more
A little?"
"No, thank you, meow." Seglade knew that the old man was obviously lying to him this time, so of course he would not be fooled.
"Anyway, this is the rosin we are looking for." Father Odin took out the bag he had prepared early in the morning, hung it on the edge of the cut bark, and supported the bag against the clever angle of the cut on the trunk, allowing the bag to
It can be hung on the tree trunk for a long time to automatically collect the resin flowing down.
"Dry the collected resin and grind it into powder. The rosin powder for enchantment is half done." Father Odin continued: "But of course, this is just the [medium] responsible for preserving magic power. Just apply this
It’s impossible for resin to be effective."
"I knew it, meow." Seglade groaned even more dissatisfied. There were three types of enchanting rosin he knew, namely thunder and lightning, freezing and fire rosin. But the rosin in front of him that could be put into his mouth and eaten was obviously not the same.
Has no special magic power.
"So, we need to add other [ingredients] to the rosin." Father Odin continued to explain. Then he stretched out his hands and patted them twice, as if summoning something.
Something suddenly jumped out of the tree!
The sudden black shadow that came without warning startled Seglade at first - he thought it was some kind of venomous snake living in the tree!
However, when the thing rested on Father Odin's shoulder and the young Leopard man took a closer look, Seglade's little heart calmed down.
That thing was not a venomous snake at all. Contrary to the ugly-looking venomous snake, it was some kind of smart and well-behaved little lizard, and it also had a pair of pitifully small wings. The fist-sized lizard also had a pair of big, water-like wings.
Its clear eyes were staring at Seglade stupidly at this moment. It had dark red scales on its body, which reflected beautiful firelight in the sun. If judged from the perspective of someone who doesn't hate lizards, this little lizard is actually
Still looks pretty.
Is this... a dragon?
However, its ridiculous size is completely different from the dragons Seglade knows. An adult dragon with strength may be able to use magic to transform itself into this size, but most dragons cannot
Do this. After all, doing this is tantamount to showing weakness in front of strangers, and the dragon clan who is obsessed with saving face would rather die than let their reputation be shamed.
So, this is a young and ignorant young dragon that doesn’t understand the world?
That's not right. Aren't the dragon hunters a clan that specializes in hunting dragons? They and the dragons must be sworn enemies, right? It's impossible for a dragon cub to be so close to an old dragon hunter.
Seeing Seglade's confused face, probably unable to guess the origin of this creature, old man Odin forced out a winner's smile:
"This is Regua, my little pet. As you can see, he is a Fakedragon."