Silver Dragon. Red Dragon. Golden dragon. Black dragon. Crystal Dragon. Emerald Dragon... In Gretel's meditation world, various dragons, big and small, float and rise and fall, and all kinds of dragons appear constantly.
If the last time he advanced, the shadows formed by the white mist were just phantoms, this time, they would give people a sense of
A "real" feeling. Yes, those dragons are indeed made of white mist, but they are different!
They look more vivid and more detailed. The most important thing is that their state of being in harmony with nature and elements is almost a bit like real dragons.
"Only level 17..."
"Yes, Mage Nordmark is only level 17..." sighs came one after another.
The magicians of the plasticity department held their breath and felt the fluctuations and resonance of the white mist dragon shape and the surrounding elements; the eyes of the magicians of the transformation department were bright, and they carefully observed the bones, muscles and even internal organs of these dragons. If it weren't for the friends around them, Standing, almost lying in the white mist.
In the corner on the other side, a magician has already taken out his drawing board, brushing and drawing, desperately trying to record the appearance of the dragons.
What is the length-to-width ratio, the shape of the dragon's wings, the tip of the dragon's tail and the thorns on the dragon's back... How can I usually have such an opportunity!
Even if there is a dragon around, it is impossible to get so close. Every detail on the body can be looked at carefully, and you can also jot down and draw casually next to it!
The necromancy magicians were even more excited. If it weren't for the possibility of going into estrus, desperately pouring sobering potion into myself, and losing my mechanized mind, I would have pounced on and hugged those white mist dragons - put them in jars!
Get the box and lock it up! Get a device specifically designed to restrain the soul and seal it! Dragon! The spirit of the dragon!
If you can grab some fragments and take them back, you can make a bone dragon or something, and you will be successful in this life! If it doesn't work, try pouring it into dragon eggs, pouring it into demon lizard eggs, pouring it into your other undead creatures...
"Teacher! Teacher, calm down! This is the meditation world of the Plague Lord! The Plague Lord's!!" A basin of cold water was poured down on his head.
The Necromancer, whose eyes were red and who was about to pounce, shivered and calmed down. The Lord of Plague was someone they couldn't mess with~~~ so they could only watch with wide eyes.
Try to see, try to remember, try to feel. You don't even dare to release too much mental power. Someone else's materialized meditation world collides with your mental power. If there is damage, whose fault is it?
"Why does he have so many dragons in his collection?"
"have no idea……"
"How did he collect so many dragons?"
"do not know either……"
"This dragon looks like Anxi! That's right, look, it's chubby, and its tail sways left and right, just like when Anxi was a child! Only when he was a child, when he swung his tail, he liked to click left and right, and then hit Circle!" In Sky Dragon City, the dragons responsible for observing the situation on Dragon Island and monitoring whether there are any abnormalities in various places - especially whether there are outsiders from the small world who have come in and come down to Dragon Island to cause destruction - have already The capture range of the magic circle is aimed at the mage tower.
Centered on the top of the mage tower, the area covered by the fog is getting bigger and bigger. The white mist dragon shape condensed in the mist, as well as other giant beasts, became increasingly clear.
Observing these white mist dragon shapes brought them rare pleasure in their boring life, but it also brought them endless doubts: "By the way, if he collects so many dragons, will he, uh, do anything to us in the future?" Something strange?"
"What are you talking about?" Steel Dragon Bastos came over shaking. The two guys who were fishing for fun were excited. Before they could switch the direction of the magic circle, the steel dragon's head had already stretched out: "So many dragons... dragons made of white mist... interesting... Battis Tower! Batista! Come and have a look! Among the gadgets here, are there any of your little dragons?" Withdraw from the world barrier, or withdraw from various energy supply points of the magic circle, even if you have nothing to do. A large number of idle dragon clans came over.
"It's so interesting, it looks like..."
"So how did he do it?"
"Should we go down and take a look?"
"It's inconvenient...there have to be a few people here to take over..."
"Then you can keep it. I'm going down to take a look anyway. I've been tired for a long time and there's nothing interesting to do. Instead of sleeping, I might as well go down and take a walk!"
"Then I still think sleep is more important..." While the legendary dragons were talking about it, there were already adult dragons and mature dragons running away.
Especially Vaska, a group of old guys are coming to watch his brother-in-law, so they have to come and report!
...Unfortunately he couldn't run away. It's not right to say that he didn't run away. It should be that there were a group of silver dragons, gold dragons, and brass dragons hanging behind his butt. They spread their wings, made a huge wind howl, and rushed towards the mage tower on the ground - and then, the old man Far, far away, a sudden stop.
There is a man standing near the mage tower. Can't say yes
"Nearby", at least two kilometers away from the mage tower, standing with hands behind his hands, floating in the void, with a height similar to that giant ball made of clouds and mist: that person, to the naked eye, is just a tiny dot. .
However, if you don't look at it with your naked eyes, with your spiritual sense, or with the dragon's innate and elemental perception, you will see a huge existence - an existence even bigger than the legendary dragon!
A being bigger than the legendary second-level dragon! Deep, condensed, rich, - dangerous!
"What are you doing here?" From a distance, a somewhat familiar voice floated in the wind. Vaskar was granted amnesty and hurriedly turned to the side and landed on the side cliff five kilometers away from the mage tower: "Uncle Diamond, we saw something strange here from the sky, so we came to take a look... This is..."
"This is Master Nordmark's teacher, His Excellency the Lord of Thunder, a third-level legend." Golden Dragon Diamond replied lazily, scratched his paws, and pushed aside a cloud of mist beside him: "Everyone get out of the way! Everyone land here. ! This distance is enough for you to see! - If you get closer, the Lord of Thunder will be worried that you will affect the advancement of his disciples and drive him away, which will be bad!" The Lord of Thunder will not take action unless it is a last resort.
Directly below him, an ancient elf tree held up an umbrella, and Princess Norrell was sitting under the canopy, comprehending the active and changing natural forces in front of her.
The Lord of Thunder stared at the clouds and mist in front of him, as well as the elemental torrent that transformed from the lightning pillar into a whirlpool of cloud and mist.
While observing, I was also constantly speculating: How did Little Gretel and these cloud beasts come about?
If we go one step further, will these cloud beasts become physical and living dragons? Or at least a dragon beast with a body?
The most important thing is, when he advances to level 17, which spell will he construct? When I communicated with him some time ago, it seemed that I had never heard him mention any unique spells he was researching recently——
