The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

In the secret realm of Frost Frost, there is a vast expanse of white everywhere.

Not to mention the snow and ice on the ground, the characteristic landscape of the northern ice field.

But the white mist in the air is particularly special. There is no sunlight, but there is no dark place in the secret realm.

This scene inevitably made Ansair think of the black fog in his dream, which was just the opposite.

Is there any connection between the two?

Before she could think about it, Ansair suddenly heard the sound of a magic spell being chanted in this white fog.

This voice is round and full, and the ups and downs are orderly, but the obscure ancient incantation is very smooth, like singing a gorgeous movement.

Usually, Ans El can't understand these magic spells.

But this magic, he heard it, because he used it before when frying fish on Long Island.

This is a first-order magic ice hockey technique.

Sure enough, a hockey puck appeared in the white fog and hit Ansel on the head.

At this moment, he still maintains his natural and charismatic human form.

A mere first-order magic, Ansi Er didn't even shake his head, and the ice ball shattered by himself.

It's just that this icy cold feeling on his face made him a little uncomfortable.

He wiped the ice and snow off his face, but he didn't expect that this low-level spell was just the tranquility before the storm.

One after another magic chants sounded in the white fog, one after another.

Ans El felt as if he was surrounded by an entire group of mages. He had only seen this scene in his legacy memory.

Generally, this kind of thing only occurs in large-scale wars, or the encirclement and suppression of giant dragons above the legendary level.

"I rely on it!"

Ansier scolded lowly, and he saw that the dense spells were about to make their way in the white fog.

He doesn't know how to fly magic, so he can only dodge between spells by virtue of his strong physical fitness.

But these ice spells are too dense, and he can't dodge them all.

Ice hockey, ice arrow, ice spear, ice crystal sword...

These low-level spells alone can't be looked down upon by Ansair, but there are too many of them, and his resistance to ice and snow is not very strong.

After a while, he was at the limit.

When damaged by more than 10% HP, the "natural magic charm" immediately touches it.

"Roar!"

Ansel transformed into the form of the golden dragon.

A huge golden dragon with a height of hundreds of meters and a length of two or three hundred meters appeared in the Frost Secret Realm.

His manifestation has exceeded the cognition range of most dragons.

That's right, Ansi Aier still can't see the border of this Frost Mystery Realm while flying in the sky.

The granite shields had all been broken and fell from him to the ice surface, causing a pile of snow.

His scales are no longer as immature as before, with a hint of dark gold.

The attack didn't stop because he flew up, unable to escape the area shrouded in white mist, his huge size was a living target.

There was no other way, Ansel could only choose to land on the ground, after all, only three sides would be attacked.

But Bai Wu seemed to know what he was thinking, and a sharp ice thorn appeared on the ground.

"Gan!"

Countless magical attacks seemed to hold the belief that a drop of water could penetrate a stone, forcibly pierced the glossy scales of Ansel, and shot them down on the ice field.

Before the dragon blood in his body flowed out, the wound was already frozen by ice.

A wonderful icy magic seems to have the function of healing wounds, and Ansel suffered repeatedly in attacking and recovering.

No wonder Osmond kept faltering and refusing to tell me what was in the Frost Frost Realm. It turned out that he came in to suffer.

Ans El remembered that Osmond said before that the way to increase defense is to endure hardship, so the way to increase ice and snow magic resistance this time is to be constantly attacked by ice magic.

Is co-authoring the body training that Osmond says is to constantly seek guilt and suffer self-abuse?

Ansel couldn't help but wonder if Osmond had some secret hobbies that he didn't know about.

There are all kinds of ice magic in the white mist, most of which Ansel doesn't know.

Suddenly, an ice magic exploded on his wings, wrapping his entire wings in transparent ice crystals.

This may be a kind of air-forbidden magic of the ice element.

Ans El suddenly lost his ability to fly and fell to the ground.

Looking at the ice thorn getting closer and closer to him, he hurriedly spit out a fiery breath to the ground.

Even being roasted for a while is far better than hitting an ice thorn.

The flame breath hit the icicle and exploded. The intense high temperature melted the nearby snow and ice, but under the glacier was deeper ice, and there was no shadow on the ground.

Ansel fell into the fire, smashing the glacier into a big hole and cracking it everywhere.

He staggered up, the unquenchable flame wrapped him, and the ice on his wings melted.

Countless low-level ice and snow magic couldn't pass through this flame at all, and they all melted before hitting him.

But in the same way, the healing effect of the ice and snow magic disappeared, the dragon blood flowed on the glacier, and Ansel let out a painful howl.

This is definitely the worst injury he has ever suffered in his life.

This also gave him a sense of awe for the human magician group. Ant Duo killed the elephant, and he is not strong enough now.

But finally, he had a chance to take a break.

After five minutes, the flames disappeared.

The expected attack did not come, and Ansel opened his eyes.

Is this the end?

He couldn't believe it.

hiss~

A two- or three-hundred-meter-long icy barrage emerged from the white fog. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

It sticks out a tongue like ice and snow, and its body shape is completely tailored for Ansel, and it is a pure elemental creature created by magic.

After being beaten for so long, I can finally fight back.

Ans El didn't hesitate any longer, he attached the soul-sucking blow to his tail, and with a whip he cut the rushing icy into two halves.

Before he could be proud, he suddenly felt a pain in his back.

An ice dragon appeared at an unknown time, with blood-stained golden scales on its claws.

Ans El was furious and spat out a fireball from his mouth, which was one of his few spells.

Not to be outdone, the ice dragon spit out a cloud of cold air and extinguished the fireball.

Failing a single blow, Ansi Er wanted to fly up and fight the ice dragon hand-to-hand.

But a long tail of ice and snow entangled him firmly.

Bingmang, who was cut in half by him just now, has reattached his tail.

It entangled Ansier's body tightly, opening his mouth to reveal his fangs and biting towards his neck.

At a critical moment, a granite shield appeared and covered Ans El's body.

It turned out that he had been attacked for an hour before he knew it, and the granite shield was refreshed.

Bingmang knocked off two ice teeth when he was about to take a bite on the rock.

Ans El took advantage of the opportunity to stretch out Bingmang's body, and then smashed Bingmang's head with a paw.

Only then did Bingmang stop moving, thinking that he would not be reborn again.

Before Ansair could breathe a sigh of relief, the ice dragon had already attacked.

With the granite shield, he wasn't hurt.

However, after being attacked by the ice dragon again and again, Ansi Er really got a little better.

"It's just that you like sneak attacks, right?"

Ans El roared and flew into the sky to fight with the ice dragon.