Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Steamed Bun learned the lesson from last time, quietly retreated, and whispered:

"what should we do?"

Singo rubbed his chin and analyzed the situation.

"It seems that this white dragon was trapped by Wagner and used as experimental material. The monsters we saw before probably all have the blood of this white dragon, and can even be said to be its descendants."

The born warrior pointed at the transparent container connected by hundreds of pipes and said:

"That should be the dragon's true blood."

You must know that for local dragons, the only thing that can create dragon-veined creatures is their dragon's true blood, which is a precious product of condensing the magical energy throughout their body and transporting it through the dragon's special basal blood vessels.

And this Wagner inserted nearly a hundred pipes into the basal blood vessels, greedily draining the white dragon's true blood.

Singo stared closely at the sleeping white dragon, suddenly grinned, and said to the steamed bun next to him: "Steamed bun, are you interested in destroying the old beast's century-old collection, or even releasing this white dragon to give it to this guy?" A beast experimenting on his own daughter is causing some big trouble."

Steamed Bun has been looking forward to this for a long time, and said enthusiastically: "Of course!"

"Get it!"

Singo took out a few round metal balls from his backpack, stuffed them into Mantou's hand, and then said to Tianzhan Kuang.

"Brother Zhan Kuang, smash open that blood vat for me!"

"coming!"

The naturally war-crazed man swung his battle ax with all his strength and hit the transparent container.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

This container has magic runes attached to it and is far stronger than ordinary glass. But under the hammering of the barbarians again and again, tiny white spots first appeared on the side walls of the container, and then turned into radial cracks, and then the cracks became larger and larger. Finally, the container completely shattered, filled with magic elements. Dragon blood spurted out.

Singo quickly stepped forward, collected several bottles of dragon blood with the bottles he had prepared long ago, and then allowed the precious blood to overflow on the ground.

The born war madman was still smashing those experimental instruments that made people's hair stand on end. He used the purest force to smash those carefully adjusted things to pieces.

The sleeping white dragon was finally awakened by the movement caused by the players.

It opened its eyes and slowly struggled to get up. The magic chains wrapped around its body were shaking violently, and the pipes inserted into its body were also shaking. The magic circle under its body was flashing with intense magic light, and it finally killed the white dragon. It was entangled, forcing it to bend down again.

"Ouch——"

The white dragon's struggle failed again, and it turned its head.

The pair of vertical pupils stared at the player in front of him, revealing the long-suppressed rage.

Mantou was startled by the cold eyes, and subconsciously raised his hands to perform a French military salute. He didn't care whether Bailong understood it or not, and muttered:

"Don't eat me, Brother Long, no, sister."

"I'm a Dragonborn after all. I just want to smash something. I'm disgusted by that old pervert. We're in the same group."

"Roar--"

Bailong didn't respond, just let out a manic roar, and his huge body struggled again, and his scales seemed to stand on end.

But its eyes did not look at the players, but stared at a certain location behind them - an altar carved with a ferocious dragon head.

But Singo realized that this roar was not directed at the players, but at a certain existence behind them.

He quickly led everyone to the side and quietly stuck his head out to observe——

I saw ripples appearing in the space, and then, a pair of ferocious claws tore the space apart, creating uneven cracks.

A man walked out of the dark void.

He wears a black robe, his face is shrouded in some kind of mist, and there is a rusty medal on his chest, with a tattoo of a flame with eyes burning on a dragon's claws.

The man, or rather Wagner, laughed arrogantly.

"Ah, I'm back."

"Long time no see, my dear 'Sleeping Beauty'."

"Roar!"

The white dragon's vertical pupils were filled with rage. If eyes could kill, it would definitely be able to eat alive the black-robed man in the distance. The white dragon let out a suppressed hoarse roar, and the huge dragon body struggled violently. Rolling, constantly impacting the restraints on his body, he didn't care at all even if it caused deep blood marks.

The man in black robe didn't care and said dotingly:

"Haha, after all these years, you are still so naughty."

He chuckled and raised his hand slightly.

The [Wagnard Dragon Binding Array] under the white dragon emits a shocking mana light, and countless new chains rise from the ground, surrounding the white dragon's bruised body. The magic chain was as solid as ever, winding tighter and tighter like a giant python strangling its prey, almost wrapping up the white dragon.

The scales of the white dragon were crushed, and even the bones made a crunching sound.

"Ouch——"

Its head was drooped, its neck was weakly pressed against the ground, and a whine came from deep in its throat.

Wagner walked forward calmly and gently stroked the small and pointed beak-like protrusion on the white dragon's nose with his hand.

"Tinya, my most precious sample, are you finally willing to surrender?"

At this moment, the white dragon that was still dying suddenly rose up, stretched its neck as far as it could, and bit the black-robed man with its bloody mouth.

"Ouch!"

However, it tried its best to close its upper and lower jaws, but it came up empty, and the two rows of staggered teeth collided with a crisp "click" sound.

There was only a blur of mist left in Bailong's mouth.

And Wagner had appeared dozens of meters away.

He laughed fervently, clapped constantly, and his whole body was shaking with excitement:

"Haha, hahaha!"

"Great! This is right. This is my beloved dragon. I like the way you are struggling the most. It's so beautiful! Just like the red dragon that ate Catherine more than a hundred years ago. As ever, that picture is deeply ingrained in my mind, unmatched by any piece of art, and will never be forgotten.”

"Come on, tear me into pieces with all your strength! Preferably eat me alive!"

"I will cheer for it and be ecstatic about it!"

Wagner opened his arms to face the white dragon, like a fanatic on pilgrimage, while the white dragon attacked the restraints of the magic circle again and again, with overwhelming hatred in his eyes, constantly trying to attack Wagner.

This picture seems a bit strange.

Mantou hid in the dark, his scalp numb, and he sighed in his heart: "This guy is really a fucking madman!"

As if feeling something, Wagner's tone paused.

"But before we can have a good time, we have to deal with the intruding little mice."

"These naughty little guys have made a mess in my home."

The sound was a bit gritty.