Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Steamed Bun looked at the helpless and furious two-headed dragon monster outside the cave entrance, and showed a mean smile. He didn't care whether the monster understood Common Language or not.

"Hehe, I just like to see you look like you can't stand me but can't beat me down."

"Aren't you going to eat me?"

Singo simply ignored it. He frowned slightly and said to the natural warrior next to him:

"Zhan Kuang, do you feel it? That monster is afraid."

"The current situation can be called a fox pretending to be a tiger. We are the fox, but where is the tiger behind?"

The born warrior nodded solemnly and said hesitantly:

"You are saying that there may be a more terrifying existence in this passage, which can make this dragon monster not dare to approach.

"That's definitely not something we can overcome."

Singo stared at the deep passage and showed an extremely excited smile: "However, extreme risks are often accompanied by extreme benefits. Now that we are here, do you dare to take a gamble?"

The born-to-war maniac touched his bald head and said with a smile: "It's what I asked for."

"Steamed buns, let's go."

Steamed Bun, who was verbally attacking the two-headed dragon monster, came to his senses and followed him with an "oh" sound.

This passage is still made of black metal, reflecting a cold light under the flickering candlelight. Ordinary creatures cannot break through it.

However, the three of them saw that the metal wall was full of deep claw marks, each of which was several meters long. There were also dense depressions on the surface where teeth had penetrated. Several pieces of the metal wall were even directly dented by several feet, leaving behind A deep pit nearly five meters in diameter.

The ground was scattered with dried blood and broken white scales.

It's hard to imagine what kind of monster caused this, and what a fierce battle took place here.

Singo was walking at the front. He turned his head and spoke softly, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Everyone, if I guess correctly, there is probably a dragon being imprisoned here!"

"hiss--"

Steamed Bun took a breath.

He didn't say much, just returned the same way, picked up all the scattered scales, counted them carefully, and then ran back happily, his face full of joy of harvest.

"What do you see me doing?"

"This is a rare and good material. It fell from the dragon! If you don't want it, others will want it. When the time comes, I will sell it to those crooks who made the magic coins, and I will definitely make a lot of money."

Singo held his forehead and sighed softly.

"Fine."

"Now we have to discuss countermeasures. How should we, the fourth-level Karami, face a giant dragon?"

Suddenly, the air was quiet.

Steamed Bun stammered: "How about we just go back home?"

After all, since the closed beta, players have only one reference for dragons - the red dragon Cassius.

The performance of this camp leader they knew well in the Battle of Trier could only be described as "exaggerated". The fire tornado, which could be called a natural disaster, easily burned tens of thousands of troops to ashes. About that war The video was even uploaded to a video website, with the words "Funds are burning" all over the screen.

In the just-concluded "Battle of Glacier Destruction", this red dragon also showed crushing strength, setting off a black storm that enveloped half of the Ohala Glacier, and almost single-handedly destroyed the Frost Giant tribe.

Low-level professionals like them are just an insignificant number to existences of this level.

Although he was born to be a war mad man, he smiled heartily and said: "I'm here now, even if I die, I still have to experience it."

Singo turned to look at the steamed buns and said provocatively: "If you don't dare to go, just go home."

Steamed Bun knew clearly that this was a way to provoke the general, but he still blew his nose and glared: "Let's go, whoever dares to go will have a grandson."

"OK."

The three of them walked deeper.

The further they walked in, the more they felt an invisible sense of oppression.

That kind of oppression is inevitable and inevitable in the nature of Dragon Vein Magic. It comes from the depths of the blood and makes them feel trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

dragon.

Only a true dragon can suppress the inferiors to this degree.

As if sensing the arrival of everyone, a suppressed low roar came from the passage. The hoarse voice seemed to come from deep in the throat, carrying an indescribable chill that made people feel goosebumps all over their bodies.

Cold sweat broke out on Singo's forehead, but he still managed to remain calm.

"Continue to go."

"It should be right there."

When everyone entered the spacious cave entrance, their eyes suddenly opened up.

Steamed Bun's eyes widened and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"Really are"

"dragon."

In a wide hall with a radius of several hundred meters, a giant white dragon was entrenched in the center.

Its whole body was covered with shimmering pure white scales. Its huge body of nearly fifteen meters long was quite strong, with a short neck and a thick tail.

The dragon's head had a rounded outline, a small, pointed beak-like part on its nose, and a protruding chin. The head has a crown supported by spines that curve backwards. Its ferocious head also has scaly cheeks, spiny dewlaps and some teeth that protrude when its mouth is closed.

——This is the most typical white dragon, the lowest among the five-color dragons, but it is still an existence that can make countless mortals look up to it, and it is enough to bring disaster to a northern town.

It's just that at this moment, the white dragon's expression is quite miserable. Under it is a complicated magic circle, and its body is tightly entangled with countless incorporeal magic chains, unable to move at all. Nearly a hundred needle tubes passed through the gaps in the scales and were inserted deeply into various parts of its body, continuously delivering the precious dragon blood to the instrument.

The huge dragon body was riddled with scars, hundreds of scales on its sides were peeled off, and the flesh and blood inside was roughly dug out, leaving several deep pits flowing with red blood on its body.

Various experimental instruments were scattered on the ground, including knives, needles, and bone saws, all of which had obviously been tested on this white dragon.

However, even after suffering such torture, this white dragon still maintained an unimaginably strong vitality. Even though it was in a deep sleep state, the dull beating sound of its heart echoed in the hall, and the cold air exhaled by its long breath made the scalp numb. .

Steamed Bun tiptoed and approached cautiously, only to see a metal sign standing in front of the white dragon.

Different from what they saw before, the metal plate had hideous bite marks, mottled bloodstains and broken cracks, but after repairing it, it was still placed there.

Number 1: [White Dragon "Tinya\