The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

"Old man, what are you afraid of? You are a legendary powerhouse. As long as you don't resist desperately, it's a big deal if the Ferrol Kingdom is destroyed, so you can become a swordsman in another place."

Osmond comforted.

"This can't be done. This dukeship is inherited from my ancestors. I can't give it up easily and let my ancestors' glory be ashamed."

Leopold shook his head.

"Fortunately, the Dominican king was ambitious, but also patient.

When the two sides fight, no one can be the final winner.

So he suggested that the Kingdom of Ferrol choose the following person from the legend to duel with the third prince who had just returned from the magic capital.

If the Ferrol Kingdom wins, we can sign a ten-year non-aggression agreement, but if we lose, we will cede the three border cities. "

"How could you agree! Isn't this an obvious attempt to rob your three cities?"

Hearing the words "Magic City", Osmond blurted out.

Only the truly strong can understand the gold content behind these four words. That is the powerful force of half a human being to dominate the world.

"Of course we also know that under fair conditions, how could anyone beat the magician from the Magic Capital."

Leopold said bitterly.

"So the Dominican king proposed that we can use magic items below the legendary level, and the Dominican third prince would fight empty-handed."

"Even so, your winning rate is not high."

Osmond shook his head and said, not having any confidence in the Kingdom of Ferrol.

"We have no way out, we can only agree. But the bad thing is that my top disciple with the strongest swordsmanship talent encountered a white dragon who smuggled over from the extreme arctic realm a few days ago, and now he is injured."

Osmond said with a headache: "The duel is going to take place in three days, and the spell injuries on his body can't be healed yet."

"What about the white dragon?"

Ansel asked.

"Oh, I was stabbed to death by my eldest disciple with a sword."

Ansel: Shame on the Dragon.

Osmond: Shame on the Dragon.

"I am now considering who to send to fight, but the probability of winning is not high..."

"Let me try it."

Ans El suggested that he had heard people mention the mysterious power of the Magic City more than once, and he had a strong interest in the magicians who came out of the Magic City.

"You? I'm afraid not."

Leopold explained.

"I'm not doubting your strength, but besides my eldest disciple, no matter who you send to fight now, you can't convince the crowd. And if you lose, you can't take this responsibility."

"Can you show me your eldest disciple?"

What Ansair thought was that it would be better if he became Leopold's disciple and took on the challenge.

"This...he needs to rest now."

Leopold was a little confused.

Osmond quickly understood what Anselm was thinking, and he persuaded him.

"It's alright, we'll just have a look at him at the door. Don't you plan to let your old friend see your apprentice, Leopold?"

"Okay, let me take you to see my unlucky eldest disciple."

Leopold took the two dragons to a room, and in the room there was a handsome young man with strong facial features and sturdy features lying on the bed in pain with his eyes closed.

His lips were purple and black, and his face was as white as frost.

"Alas, he was hit by the breath of the white dragon before he died. Although he has been treated by magic, there is no serious problem. But he couldn't wake up for ten days and a half months, let alone pick up a sword and fight."

Leopold sighed.

Food for the king, loyalty to the king.

The state affairs of the kingdom made this legendary swordsman worry, and he always remembered playing and wandering on the mainland when he was young.

At that time, although swordsmanship was not high or strong, but every day was free and happy.

He came back to his senses, but when he turned around, he saw that his eldest disciple was standing beside him, as if it wasn't him who was lying on the bed just now.

Leopold couldn't help rubbing his eyes. There was indeed his eldest disciple standing in front of him. He turned to look at the other eldest disciple on the bed.

How is this going?

"Leopold, isn't my nephew's transfiguration powerful?"

Osmond boasted as he looked at Leopold, who was completely dumbfounded.

Ansel smiled and returned to her previous appearance.

"This? It's too similar, even the breath is exactly the same. Can your dragon race have this ability in transfiguration?"

Leopold said in disbelief.

"This is the ability of our great metal dragon. The evil dragons you have seen before have no such ability."

Obviously, only Ansair can do it, but Osmond shamelessly pressed it on the big family of metal dragons.

"Although even I can't see your Transfiguration, but you can't stimulate your fighting spirit. Fighting with physical strength alone will probably cause suspicion on the Dominican side."

Leopold had just finished speaking.

When Ansier transformed into his eldest disciple, a golden vindictive aura instantly erupted, covering his entire body.

As a skill of a master of disguise, the disguise ability of "Natural Magical Charm" is simply against the sky.

Ans El found that he could even disguise his vindictiveness, but the vindictiveness looked powerful, but it had no practical effect.

"It's amazing!"

Leopold sighed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ansel broke his usual impression of dragons.

This time, not only Leopold was shocked, but Osmond was also shocked.

Could it be that Uncle Nichols has developed the magic that can make dragons arouse vindictiveness? I must ask for advice next time I go back to Dragon Island.

Osmond was shocked in his heart.

There are indeed magicians on the mainland who study vindictiveness, but generally they just use this to tempt more knights to follow them.

And Ansi Er's Transfiguration broke the limit that vindictiveness must be a real humanoid creature.

"Leopold, let my nephew teach you the top students from the magic capital. I believe that with his strength, you will never find anyone in the Ferrol Kingdom who can defeat my nephew."

Osmond was quite confident in Ansel's strength.

After a giant dragon turns into a human form, its power will be greatly weakened, and generally only 30% of its power can be exerted.

And Ansel's natural magic is more limited, and can only exert 10% of its power.

But Ansi Er's physical growth rate is by no means comparable to that of an ordinary giant dragon. His body size is already three or four hundred meters long.

Only strong skeletal muscles can hold up such a huge body.

Therefore, his own power is also astonishing.

Even if he had only ten percent of his power in human form, ordinary gold-level warriors would not be able to compete with Ansi Er even if they had aroused aura.

In addition, there is also the bonus of Soul-Draining Thrashing. If you touch the legend below, you will be injured, and if you rub it, you will die.

Leopold looked at the confident Osmond and finally agreed.

"That's fine. Anyway, there is no more suitable candidate in our kingdom. I trust you, old friend."