"Pseudo-pseudo dragon?" Seglade was even more confused. He had never heard of this kind of creature.
"It's natural that you don't know them." The old man reached out and touched the back of the little lizard's head. The little pseudo-dragon seemed to be enjoying it and was making a squealing sound.
"Pseudo-dragons are distant relatives of dragons. But their power is so far behind that of real dragons that there is no need to compare them." Father Odin explained: "Pseudo-dragons are so weak, yet so valuable.
So precious that they have to rely on the protection of other creatures to survive. Their patrons are usually real dragons. Some experienced adventurers will occasionally find traces of pseudo-dragons in dragon lairs. These little guys are actually
They are the subordinates of the dragon in the lair, responsible for keeping watch and doing miscellaneous things."
Seglade had an incredible look on his face: "I thought the dragons had always lived alone in the dragon's lair. Now I've seen more, Meow."
"Quack~" the pseudo-dragon shouted at Seglade, with a malicious look on his face.
"He doesn't like me, meow." Seglade looked at the little creature aggrievedly.
"Regua is very familiar with strangers. He will definitely be unhappy when he sees me bringing an outsider like you into the pine forest." Father Odin reached out and patted the pseudo-dragon's back again: "Okay, Regua."
Gua, let this kitten see what you are capable of."
"Quack." The pseudo-dragon let out a small complaint, and then flew towards the tree trunk.
The bag hanging on the tree is still holding resin. The clear and golden resin like honey initially flows very well, and slowly becomes viscous after falling into the bag. Despite this, they still exist like jelly.
, it is estimated that a small branch can stir them up.
Regua also crawled near the bag, seemingly planning to do something. Seglade narrowed his eyes, wondering what the pseudo-dragon was going to do to the resin. Unexpectedly, the little lizard actually raised one of its hind legs, like a puppy.
As if peeing, he peed into the resin bag.
"Uh." Seglade barely spat out a mouthful of old blood: "Is it playing rogue?"
"Nonsense. Regua is enchanting these rosin." The old man said seriously.
"Are you lying to me again?" Seglade rolled his eyes at Father Odin.
"I lied to you that you are a puppy." The old man tapped the tree trunk with a hammer: "That's enough, Regua. Go back and rest."
"Quack~" It seemed that he was very happy to get away from this suspicious guy like Seglade as soon as possible. The little pseudo-dragon stopped urinating, snorted at the old man, and immediately climbed into the bushes to hide.
"Look, the resin has begun to change." Father Odin changed the hammer in his hand into a stick for stirring the potion, reached into his pocket, and began to mix the mixture of resin and pseudo-dragon urine. Father Odin
Dad was right. The pseudo-dragon's originally transparent and colorless urine seemed to have some kind of special magic power. It mixed with the resin of the pine resin and gradually enchanted the rosin.
The rosin began to glow with a golden luster. Seglade had seen this kind of magical light before. Yes, they were the unique light of lightning rosin. I didn't expect that every time he applied rosin to the weapon, he would apply it on the blade.
is actually a mixture of pseudodragon urine and rosin. When thinking of this, Seglade suddenly felt that his cat's paws were so dirty...
"So, pseudo-dragons are full of treasures." Father Odin mixed the rosin attentively and said like a textbook: "Their saliva carries the magic power of fire, and their urine carries thunder and lightning."
.Their tears can induce coldness, and the scales on their bodies------"
Father Odin paused.
"What can the scales on their bodies be used for?"
Faced with Seglade's questioning, his father refused to answer. He snorted: "We'll talk about this kind of thing later. Anyway, that's all I have to say. Get a pseudo-dragon, and you'll get three of them."
All kinds of rosin can be produced. Pseudodragons also come in several colors. Although their body fluids can produce various colors of rosin, the type of pseudodragon will directly affect the quality of the rosin produced.
For example, my little pet Regua is a red fire pseudo-dragon that can spit out flame dragon breath with very little power. The flame rosin made from its saliva is the most powerful, followed by the thunder rosin made from urine. And his
The ice rosin made from tears is the least powerful among the rosins he can create."
Seglade nodded in understanding. However, he was curious about what kind of enchanted rosin the pseudodragon's scales could be made into.
Father Odin looked into the distance and subconsciously set his sights on a large lake at the end of the forest: "And this [scented pine forest] is the nature reserve established by our family of dragon hunters. There are about two hundred people living here.
There is a pseudo-dragon. There is a barrier near this forest, which can protect the pseudo-dragons from being disturbed by monsters and poachers, and they can live peacefully. But these are all things of the past. This nature reserve is now unmanaged.
The pseudodragons are almost turning into wild animals."
The young leopard man didn't want to hear the old man continue to introduce the history of dragon hunters, so he interrupted sharply: "So my next task is to capture the pseudo-dragon meow?"
"Exactly." Father Odin nodded: "You have to be careful. Although they are very weak and do not have much lethality, these little things are very cunning and know how to hide themselves. They are well aware of their own weakness, so they are
In these thousands of years of forest life, they have already figured out a way to protect themselves from powerful creatures. The dens and secret passages they have built in this forest can be said to be in all directions. The job of catching pseudo-dragons will be far greater than you imagine.
It’s difficult. You may spend days, even weeks, or months, and still can’t touch the tails of these cunning little guys.”
"This is different from what we promised, meow." Seglade looked at Odin's father with disgust and strongly condemned the old man's broken words. Since it was his father who brought him to this ghost place to catch the pseudo-dragon.
Yes, then the old man should at least teach Seglade the complete method of catching pseudo-dragons?
"Hahaha, as I said, I am only responsible for telling you how to collect materials. Whether you can collect materials depends on your own strength. Are you hunting pseudo-dragons, or are a group of pseudo-dragons teasing you?
Let's wait and see." Father Odin smiled evilly: "However, there is no need for you to catch the pseudo-dragon in a hurry. Your battles are basically completed in one go, and the rosin is not consumed much. If you need to replenish the enchanting rosin, just come.
Just contact me. Anyway, I raise hot melons and have as much rosin as I need, so wholesale is not a problem."
"In the end, I have to pay for it, right?" Seglade shook his head, took off his shirt and walked to a pine tree.
"What do you want to do?"
"Tree climbing, meow. This is a drill." Seglade simply stretched his hands and feet to warm up and prepare for climbing: "Their nests are built in trees, right, meow? Then I have to see it with my own eyes."
Let’s find out. Even if the first time is very likely to be in vain, I still want to see what their nest looks like and how the escape passage is laid out. All of this is a reference for subsequent actions.”
After finishing speaking, the young leopard man hugged the big tree that was even thicker than his waist and began to climb up. These scented pine trees are more than a hundred feet high and can be considered giant trees, and the trees are not straight.
It is easy to climb, but if you are not careful, you will fall from the tree and be seriously injured. People who have no experience in climbing trees really dare not challenge this kind of tree. However, Seglade and his brothers have lived in Turks for seven years.
The giant trees in the swamp are hundreds of times larger than these scented pines, and the Leopard Man youth has climbed through many of them.
"Yes, yes, as long as you like it." Father Odin hummed in a low voice: "If you fall from the tree and break your leg, I will not be responsible."
"What are you talking about?" asked the young leopard man who had climbed up the tree and was five feet above the ground.
"Nothing." Father Odin raised his hammer: "I'm going back first. You should work hard here. If you want to go back to Cairo, use your [token] to strike three times on the central disk of the Hall of Heroes.
Next, do you understand?"
"I understand, meow." Seglade was only thinking about catching the pseudo-dragon. In order to get rid of old man Odin as soon as possible, he said casually.
The old man snorted angrily in reply, turned back and walked a few steps, then suddenly remembered something, turned around and ordered: "Try it back and pay attention to the scale. If you still can't catch anything in the evening, just
Don't continue. Although this forest is a nature reserve, it is not as safe as you think. Especially the lake, don't get close to it."
"Why meow?" The old man said this, but it aroused great interest in Seglade: "Is there a monster living in that lake? Meow?"
"Humph, it's something more terrifying than a monster." The evil-minded Odin father deliberately didn't tell Seglade the answer to the riddle: "I'm leaving, see you later."
His ill-intentioned words hardly seemed like he was trying to persuade Seglade not to get close to the lake, but more like he was trying to lure the young leopard man into committing suicide. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, Seglade knew that
The old scoundrel Ding wanted to play tricks on him again, so how could the young leopard man fall for it? He pouted angrily and watched the old dragon hunter leave in silence without even saying goodbye.
At that time, he had climbed halfway up the tree. The straight trunk became thinner as it went up, but it also had more branches that could be used to support the grasp. Seglade climbed up on his hands and feet, shaking the tree from time to time.
A big tree shook off a lot of snowflakes on the tree, frightening away some small insects and birds living on the tree. While frightening other small animals, a certain small animal heard the sound and came.
"Quack~" A small pseudo-dragon poked its head out of the trees curiously. It was a silver-white little lizard that looked very smart and beautiful.