Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

The golden dragon froze for a moment, swallowed back the dragon's breath that was about to be expelled, and asked suspiciously: "Are you...?"

Before it finished speaking, the little angel dragged Negris' tail, and everyone turned around and ran away together, and ran out of the narrow cave entrance.

Negris relaxed very cooperatively, allowing the little angel to drag and run, much faster than turning around by itself.

Only then did the golden dragon come to his senses, and roared angrily: "Damn bugs! Despicable leeches! Disgusting two-legged beasts!"

While roaring, the golden dragon got up and quickly crawled towards the entrance of the cave. Like a giant lizard, it got out of the cave in a few strokes.

Ange and the others had already been waiting on the flat ground outside the cliff.

"Damn it, you dare to play me? Die..." The golden dragon opened its bloody mouth and was about to brew its breath, but was interrupted by Negris' shout.

"Wait! Did I ride your wife?!" Negris yelled.

What! ? You still want to ride my wife? Are you a dragon knight? ! The golden dragon's eyeballs were as big as a whole horse, and the angry flames burned like the dragon's breath.

"Uh, angry? Wait, let me put it another way, did I steal your dragon egg!?" Negris yelled.

As an embryo like you, you still want to steal my dragon egg? The golden dragon was so angry that its nostrils were round.

"Have I ever harassed you to sleep?! I didn't ride your wife, I didn't steal your dragon eggs, and I didn't disturb your sleep. Why are you spraying us!?" Negris scolded.

The golden dragon didn't care about it, and opened its bloody mouth wide. Deep in its throat, a scorching dragon's breath that had been brewing for a long time sprayed out.

The little angel flew up and stood in front of the dragon's breath. Ange waved a beam of light and shot it at her - guarding the barrier. Although they hadn't practiced it, the coordination was as perfect as rehearsing thousands of times.

The dragon's breath sprayed on the little angel's body, and it forked.

After the dragon's breath, the little angel was unscathed, spread six wings, and drew out the archangel's staff.

The golden dragon's eyes suddenly widened: "Seraphim? You..."

Before finishing speaking, the little angel pushed forward with both hands, and a beam of light shone on its chest.

The golden dragon's skin was torn apart, its scales fell off, and a large hole with a diameter of two meters appeared on its chest, with blood and flesh inside.

Roar! The golden dragon raised its upper body in a scream, and swung its big paws, about to shoot it down.

Bang dang, the hind limbs were struck by lightning, and the shells transformed from the little zombie hit its body, making it almost lose its balance.

The golden dragon flicked its tail fiercely, and stood up, one hind leg was on the ground, and the other hind leg kicked out, and a super difficult golden lizard kicked, and kicked on the little zombie.

The little zombie lunged and knelt down, with one hand in front of his body and the other on the ground—the earth charged, and the raging soul energy armor melted into his body, turning into a thick soul armor.

The golden dragon's foot was like stepping on a stone embedded in the soil, and it slid over with a bang. The soreness of the sole of the foot made the golden dragon burst into tears.

The little zombie was also crushed into the soil.

The golden dragon fell to the ground and couldn't get up again. For it, this was a kind of overloaded reflection.

When Ange and his party entered the cave, what they saw was a dying golden dragon. It was okay to be chased out by Negris. After breathing out the dragon's breath, the golden lizard came to stand alone.

It is not easy for a young dragon to perform such a posture, let alone this 50-meter-long behemoth, if it is not for the backlight, it will definitely not be able to perform this kind of movement.

Lying on the ground, the golden dragon raised its head and pointed its teeth fiercely at Ange and the others.

Ordinary people might be intimidated by its ferocious appearance, but Negris is a giant dragon himself, and he can tell at a glance that it is strong on the outside but strong on the inside.

It is probably because of this that it will attack all creatures regardless. The dragon will be so violent only before dying. This golden dragon has reached the end of its life.

"I know you are dying, are you afraid that we will move your corpse and those dragon eggs? I can assure you, I am also a giant dragon, see clearly? You can call me Nai Grid." Negris flew up and said with a sigh.

The golden dragon froze for a moment, and slowly opened its retracted vertical pupils.

"Your name." Negris asked aloud.

The golden dragon looked at Negris for a while, then suddenly said: "You can't move my dragon egg, but you can't move my body, which means you can move, right?"

Negris nodded honestly: "Yes, it's such a pity to waste it. You won't believe me if I can't even tell you about an adult dragon of your size."

The golden dragon took a deep breath, and then let out a long breath: "Swear, in the name of the dragon god, don't move those dragon eggs. I am willing to hand over my body to you."

"Yes, I swear in the name of the dragon god, I will not move those dragon eggs." Negris quickly swore.

The golden dragon stared at it for a while, then suddenly heaved a long sigh, and said, "My name is Nefarian Uzmos Raffalite Babu Guli... Dorok" After a minute, the golden dragon Long finished his full name.

Negris asked, "Where are your wings?"

The golden dragon turned its head and glanced at its back, and said in pain: "I don't have wings, I haven't had them since I was a child."

"Teratosaurus? Then why did you grow so big? Do you live here? What do you usually eat?" Negris asked suspiciously.

This island is not considered a desert island, but it is obviously impossible to support a 50-meter-long dragon. Where does the food come from? Eat migratory birds? Give me a break.

"I can swim," Dorok said.

"Pfft—you can swim?" This is simply an evolutionary miracle, the giant dragon can swim?

This is the only reasonable explanation, otherwise it would be difficult to explain how it survived here. This is not the Dragon Island of the main plane, which can support millions of small fat sheep. Only by eating fish can it survive and grow so big .

"How old are you?" Negris asked.

"Two thousand years old." Dorok said.

"What? More than two thousand years old? Two thousand years old and you are going to die? Are you kidding me? Aren't you a golden dragon?" Negris flew up in shock, flapped his wings and walked around Dorok for a while lock up.

The smell of exhaustion at the end of life is clearly audible, and it is indeed the end of life.

"How is it possible? Your breath doesn't look like a two thousand year old golden dragon. You are lying. It smells like you are more than ten thousand years old, but your skin and scales are quite young. A young dragon exudes an old age. The smell of decay is too strange." Negris said with a puzzled look.

Dorok's paws moved inadvertently, and he was hesitating whether to slap the embryonic dragon to death, but as soon as this impulse came up in his heart, it immediately sensed a danger, and looked over from the corner of its eyes, Ange's eyes couldn't stop. Know when it's locked.

After thinking about it, Dorok let go of his claws, and shooting an embryonic dragon to death obviously couldn't change the situation, but instead irritated the other party, and couldn't even keep the dragon's eggs. Although those eggs may be stinky, they are already the last hope of their dragon clan .

Sighing inwardly, Dorok responded: "Since the degeneration of wings, the lifespan of our dragons has plummeted. In my generation, there are only less than two thousand years left."

"Degenerate? The giant dragon can still degenerate... Uh, what has it degenerated into? Degenerate enough to swim in the sea? Degenerate into a fish? Arowana?" Negris murmured.

It originally wanted to say that it would not degenerate, but when it thought of the dragon god, and those of the same kind on the main plane who couldn't even hatch children, this is not degeneration.

Dorok glared at it, and compared the great dragon with a fish. If it was another species, Dorok would give it a claw now, but it was Jin who complained...

"Isn't this gold? This is brass, a brass dragon? Are you an ancient dragon? Are you an ancient dragon!?" Dorok finally recognized something, and suddenly became very excited, and wanted to get up with his forelegs .

It's a pity that before it could prop up its body, its forelimbs softened and it fell down again.

With such a movement, the wound on his chest was torn open again, and the blood couldn't stop anymore, dripping down.

Dorok lay down again with a wry smile, and said regretfully and helplessly: "I didn't expect you to be a brass dragon. I didn't expect to see an ancient dragon before dying. It's a pity that you came too late. And What do you want to ask, please ask as soon as possible, I may not last long, I could last for a month or two, but now the blood is bleeding so much that I can't hold it for a long time."

Negris comforted: "Half a day is enough, it's not about telling a story, it will take a month or two, but with so much blood, do you want to treat it?"

Dorok's eyes widened: "You can still heal? My magic resistance is very high, and general healing magic is not easy to use."

"I know, I know, my magic resistance is higher than yours, don't worry, we will heal 'a little bit', do you want to try?" Negris asked with a little claw gesture.

For some reason, Dorok was about to spurt out a burst of anger from his mouth.

After finally suppressing it, it forced a smile and said: "Of course, if possible, I still hope to die of old age instead of dying of excessive blood loss."

"Okay then, Ange." Negris shouted back.

Ange wiped out rows of holy light from the cleansing technique and penetrated into Dorok's body. Although it was huge in size and had extremely high magic resistance, Ange was not an elemental magic.

Dorok lowered his head, watching his wound healed quickly and healed quickly, skin and flesh grew rapidly, leaving a large bare area without scales in the end.

Scales are compared to giant dragons, just like hair is compared to human beings. They cannot be cured by facial cleansing techniques. Small saplings need to be dispatched, and extra money is required.

But the bleeding had stopped, and the process took less than ten seconds.

Dorok stood up stunned, looked at the bald spot on his chest, then at Ange, and finally at Negris. What kind of "a little bit" treatment is this?

Negris likes to see other people's stunned expressions the most, and he crossed his waist secretly: "How is it, is it okay?"

It regards Dorok as the younger generation of the clan, the two thousand year old little fart dragon, isn't it the most funny age.

The corner of Dorok's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to bite his teeth, and said with a sneer: "It's okay, that's great."

While talking, he moved a bit, and it seemed that even some old wounds in his body had healed. Dorok felt that he should be able to live for another two months.

He just liked the way he couldn't understand me and couldn't kill me. Negris was satisfied with his bad taste, and turned back to the topic and asked: "What's the matter with those eggs? I smell it, and some of them stink."

Dorok's expression darkened, and he said: "This is the hatching place of our dragon clan, all the eggs of the whole clan are here, some have stuck eggs, some have suffered from hypothermia, and those with insufficient conditions, indeed many of them have died. "

Negris knows how harsh the hatching conditions are for the dragons. Not to mention Kaka eggs, even if it is a healthy egg, it is not easy to hatch successfully. Different hatching methods must be adopted according to different species. measure.

For example, the golden dragon is a magical dragon that requires a very active elemental environment to hatch.

Another example is the black dragon, which is a war dragon with exceptionally strong physical fitness. It needs to be exercised from the dragon's womb, otherwise it will not be able to break the eggshell that is several times harder and several times thicker than ordinary dragons, and will suffocate to death inside.

Silver dragons and red, green, and blue dragons each have their own needs. On the contrary, ancient dragons have no requirements, but they are easy to get stuck, so when Ange didn't come, the brass dragon was theoretically functionally extinct.

Of course not now, although there is no male brass dragon, but there is a living male dragon body, and it is not impossible to use it. When my body grows up, I will go back to ride a female dragon to have children.

Anger also solved the problem of the dragon's eggs being stuck, and the dragon family ushered in a bright future.

The dragon clan on the main plane is bright, but the future of the Dorok clan is dark.

The blood of the Dorok family has degenerated, and their wings have degenerated. They have become sub-dragon species that can only crawl on the ground. Negris said it is a "golden dragon fish". Webbeds grew.

Dorok is the most special one in the clan. Except that it has no wings, it is no different from a real dragon. Its body size has also grown to an unprecedented fifty meters, and it can breathe.

They live in the sea and live by preying on sea fish.

However, this does not prevent their extinction. There are other giant beasts in the sea, and there are also a large number of megalodon marine creatures. The number of subspecies of golden dragons that do not have air superiority and do not have an advantage in size is decreasing day by day.

It's okay to reduce it, the difficulty of hatching them is no easier than that of real dragons, leaving behind a pile of rotten eggs, guarded by the last one in the clan who is most like a dragon, Dorok, it is tragic to think about it.

Even if it was tragic, when it was about to die, a few guys appeared and beat it up, and could threaten the dragon egg at any time, so it couldn't feel at ease when it died.

You can't come back two months later. When you die, the dragon egg has nothing to do with it, and you can feel at ease when you die.

"Actually, you haven't awakened the bloodline inheritance, have you?" Negris asked suddenly when Dorok was complaining.

Dorok was startled, and covered up: "How is it possible? Of course I have awakened the bloodline inheritance, don't talk nonsense."

"Of course I'm not talking nonsense. I didn't swear in the name of the Dragon God at all just now. I pretended, but you didn't realize that if you awaken the bloodline inheritance, you will definitely sense it, right?" Negris said.

"You!" Dorok said angrily, "How dare you deceive the Dragon God?!"

"Of course I dare to lie to him, and I dare to pat him on the head." Negris floated over and patted Ange's head with his paw.

Ange turned his head and glanced at it blankly.

Negris continued: "You are willing to admit that you are a sub-dragon, but you are unwilling to admit that you have no awakened bloodline inheritance. It seems that you care about the dragon bloodline."

Dorok, who was said to be the center of the matter, had a tangled expression on his face for a while, and took a long breath: "Anyway, he is dying, so what does it matter if he doesn't care? For the sake of seeing a little bit of dragon blood, please don't give up." Move those eggs, can you?"

"Of course, most of them stink. Why should I move them? But no one created an incubation environment for them, and the rest will stink too. Is it meaningful to keep them?" Negris asked.

"Oh, I don't know, but this is our last hope. Maybe there will be a miracle happen? Dragon God, will bless them." Dorok said piously.

Ange raised his head suspiciously, because as soon as Dorok finished speaking, a huge soul flame floated over, entered Ange's soul, and condensed a mark.

A dragon saint?

Ange scratched his head, what's going on? Why would the dragon become his disciple?

The relationship between the giant dragon and the dragon god is connected by blood, and there is no connection at the level of belief, and the dragon god does not have such a thing as a godhead, how can he receive the soul flame?

Although I couldn't figure it out, the soul flame dedicated by Dorok is really big. The power of its own dedication is equivalent to dozens or hundreds of devout human believers.

Negris didn't see this kind of power at the level of belief, and he said to Dorok in a vicious manner: "Actually, we have some secret methods that can speed up the hatching of dragon eggs. Unfortunately, you don't let us move dragon eggs. It’s a pity that these secret methods can’t be used.”

The scales on Dolok's head stood up angrily, it understood that this embryonic dragon has been teasing it, a bit like an elder's prank, Sangbada, not as big as his own paw, why pretend to be an elder! ?

Dorok took a deep breath, took a deep breath, and managed to hold back the violent rush, and forced a smile: "No, no, you can move, you are very welcome to move these eggs, can it really speed up their hatching?"

Negris was about to speak, but at this moment, Ange suddenly said, "The blood of the dragon god can evolve."

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