Chapter 316: Heading to Dragon Island? Dragon and Dragon Rider

Isidro was crying so hard that the whole dragon looked unwell.

I regret it. I regret it so much now.

Before he died, he regretted it so much that he slapped himself in the face.

"Professor, not really. Really not." Lu Wenwu smiled and patted Isidro's head. "I'm doing pretty well now. It's like a habit becomes second nature."

To be honest, it was not Lu Wenwu who took advantage of Professor Yinlong.

Mainly, right?

There is indeed some difference in their height and body shape.

Speaking of the human form of the silver dragon Isidro, he is 1.85 meters tall, with a handsome appearance. No matter how you look at him, he is a tall and handsome guy who is popular among people of all ages.

Just compared to Lu Wenwu, who is over two meters tall.

This hug seems to give people a bit of a bird-like feeling.

Isidro even only reached Lu Wenwu's chest. The scene seemed to lack the feeling of recognition between the younger and the elder, but instead had a bit of an inappropriate gay feeling.

At least that's what Isidro's fellow dragon riders thought.

This was the strange scene that the legendary knight Goodall Rivera, who was over 800 years old, saw when he rushed in from outside, wearing full armor, holding a sword and shield with a look of fearlessness.

"Wand of the God of Knights! What on earth are you doing?!"

Goodell opened his mask, revealing a pair of astonished eyes and cursing.

"Damn it! I rushed here after feeling the emotional fluctuations of the partnership contract, almost thinking that this would be the last charge of my life, and you show me this?

"You're showing your true feelings to a freshman, and you're of the same sex!? Dragon God, I thought only fair-skinned elves with pointy ears who couldn't tell the difference between male and female would do such a thing!"

"Hurrah! (Get out!)"

Isidro immediately let go of his hands, feeling a little angry and embarrassed, and let out a dragon roar.

"You old thing, your head is filled with pornographic garbage! This is not what you imagined! This is a descendant of my dragon clan, who has been wandering in the human world before, and now I recognize him!"

The old knight looked at Lu Wenwu, who was clearly a human, with a strange expression, and then looked at his partner who had fought side by side with him for many years.

He wants to speak but stops, and he wants to speak but still wants to.

That expression clearly said: You told me he was a dragon? Are you kidding me?

"Are you kidding me? Dragons are a top-tier race born with magical hearts. The Obelisk of Wisdom wouldn't engrave such a powerful creature into the newborn zone. How could he be a dragon?" Goodall asked doubtfully. "Besides, a dragon can't transform into a human form until it reaches adulthood, right?"

"That's for ordinary pure-blooded dragons like us."

Isidro waved his hand to take back his wand, shook his head slightly, and there was a little smugness on his face.

"The bloodline in the Tyrannosaurus is extremely noble. Even a pure-blooded silver dragon like me cannot compare to it."

"If I'm not mistaken, his bloodline is at least at the ancient dragon level, and it might even be the blood of an ancient dragon!"

"Born with ancient dragon blood, you should know what this means."

"That kind of powerful bloodline power is beyond my understanding. I don't know what kind of dragon he is. I can only sense the extremely powerful majesty of the emperor. He will be a natural-born Dragon King!"

When Goodell heard this, his expression instantly became serious.

The dragon clan is a race that is extremely bloodline-oriented, and their strength is extremely dependent on the development of their bloodline.

Generally speaking, when pure-blooded dragons grow to adulthood, their realm level will reach S+, which is equivalent to the Truth Wizard and Legendary Knight, and their combat power is basically invincible at the same level.

If one wants to leap up the life class again, one must evolve his bloodline and transform into a stronger ancient dragon.

This is equivalent to a pseudo-godlike existence, and is also the real top combat power in this world, at the level of the God of Magic and the Divine Blood Knight.

As for continuing to transform upward and become the legendary ancient dragon?

Then it is really just a legend. It is not known whether it is really at the level of the Dragon God or the realm of gods.

Now Isidro claims with certainty that Lu Wenwu is born with ancient dragon blood. How astonishing is this?

This means that as long as the other party grows to adulthood, he will definitely reach the top of the world, become an ancient dragon, and be qualified to compete for the title of Dragon King!

Isidro's eyes suddenly became sad, and his expression became a little depressed:

"As for the magic heart, it's probably because it has been in human society for so many years, and the lack of magic power intake has led to stunted development in childhood, and the innate magic heart has been broken."

"I wonder if he'll be able to re-form his magical heart once he's grown into a young man in a few hundred years. If not, I'm afraid he'll need to follow the human method and try to advance on his own."

"This process will be quite long. I'm afraid only our dragon clan, with their naturally long lifespans and strong elemental and magical affinities, can endure until the day of advancement."

"If the little Tyrannosaurus is truly a human, then, as the dean said, he will probably never have the chance to advance to the realm of a mage in his lifetime, even if his combat power is comparable to that of the truth."

"I understand. What do you need me to do? Protect him in the academy?" Goodall said, as if facing a formidable enemy. "Or..."

A teenage dragon with extremely noble blood, and a dragon whose magical heart is broken and who has lost its power!

Once the news gets out, who knows how many people will covet his body and want to obtain the most top-quality materials on the Continent of Gods for alchemy and medicine.

Isidro thought for a moment and said, "For now, everything will continue as normal. I will apply to the dean to personally teach him magic and combat. At the end of this school year, I will take him back to Dragon Island. Whether he returns to school or stays there is up to him."

Lu Wenwu interrupted at the right time: "Professor, what is Dragon Island?"

"Call me Uncle Isidro, or Uncle Silver Moon."

He looked at Lu Wenwu, and his eyes softened.

"Dragon Island is the base camp of the dragons. Every young dragon will go there when they grow into adolescence. There they will grow up and receive education from the elders. They will not return to their respective dragon legions until they reach adulthood."

Get an education?

This is really good!

Hearing this, Lu Wenwu's eyes lit up.

Dragon Island is the base camp of the dragon clan. Dragons are absolutely immortal, so they should have a lot of knowledge and history, right?

At that time, you can take the opportunity to investigate the main task.

If a race as powerful and ancient as the dragons didn't know about magic's buried past, then this quest was truly outrageous.

With the library of the Magic Wizard Academy and the historical knowledge heritage of the dragon clan, Lu Wenwu believes that he has a great advantage.

Isidro continued, "It's been rumored on the continent that the dragons split into legions of varying sizes because of internal hatred. But in reality, thanks to the existence of Dragon Island, these childhood playmates only have minor conflicts at best. How could there be any real hatred?"

"Every dragon is invaluable to the dragon race. Therefore, anyone who dares to hunt dragons or steal their eggs out of covetousness must be prepared to be hunted down by all the dragons in the world."

"Yes, I can prove it."

Goodell on the side laughed, and his smile touched the crisscrossing scars on his face, making the vicissitudes of life more apparent.

"Back then, I accidentally obtained a hybrid dragon egg, and that arrogant guy next to you kept chasing me across half the continent. We had a fight afterwards, and we finally resolved the misunderstanding and became friends."

Isidro did not comment on this, but just snorted lightly, and then taught Lu Wenwu earnestly:

"If you meet knights who pay you attention in the future, don't believe their lies, and don't think they are good people."

"These humans are so evil, trying every possible way to trick us into becoming their mounts! I was fooled by this old guy back then!"

"You possess the most noble blood of the dragon clan. You are a natural-born emperor and a rising star who has the potential to restore the former glory of the dragon clan. No human is worthy of riding on your back!"

After saying that, he glared at Goodell fiercely.

"Although your realm has always been higher than mine, once I transform into an ancient dragon, you will never be able to defeat me in your lifetime! When the time comes, I will definitely beat you up and let you know how powerful a silver dragon is!"

Goodell was not annoyed, he just laughed.

They have been father and son for hundreds of years, who cares about this?

In the eyes of people outside the academy, he is a legendary knight who has passed away many years ago.

But in fact, he is a genuine peak-level Divine Blood Knight, and he also shares some of the dragon bloodline talents.

Eight hundred years ago, he was a top genius who was unrivaled at the time and was known as the youngest legendary dragon knight.

If he didn't have some skills, how could he have forged a friendship with the silver dragon Isidro, who was about to enter adulthood at that time?

There is only one way to gain the recognition of the dragon clan.

Ridiculously talented and good enough to fight!

Lu Wenwu laughed and said, "Uncle, don't worry. If someone really does this, then if they hear the truth in the morning, they will be dead in the evening."

"What's the meaning?"

Isidro and Goodell asked at the same time.

"If we knew the way to his house this morning, he could be dead before sunset." Lu Wenwu laughed even more happily. "What a saint in the human world said makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?"

"That's fair, indeed." Isidro nodded in agreement. "But dying before sunset would be too slow. I think he could be dead before noon. We can use space magic to teleport there, so it won't take that long."

"No, no." Lu Wenwu waved his hand. "Uncle, we are reasonable. That afternoon was used to let others know what this guy did and make him repent."

"rational!"

Isidro's eyes lit up and he praised it highly.

Goodall said darkly, "I, the dragon knight, am still here. Don't you consider the feelings of a pure-blooded human like me?"

"Get lost! You're the worst of the worst, old man." Isidro rolled his eyes. "If you dare to instill any nonsense into my nephew, I'll go back to the Silver Dragon Legion to find my father."

Goodell immediately raised his hands and protested: "I haven't said anything yet! You're just bullying me, aren't you?"

Isidro's father?

He cannot afford to offend the commander of the Silver Dragon Legion and one of the elders of Dragon Island.

When the old Silver Dragon heard that he had "used sweet words" and "tricked" his son into signing the contract, he was so angry that he took the Silver Dragon Legion to destroy the country where his son was born.

Goodall is still frightened until now, and thinks that this old silver dragon does not have any of the gentleness and elegance of the silver dragon clan. It is simply a black dragon painted silver!

The more Lu Wenwu listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and his expression became more and more strange.

What's the topic of this?

Why does it sound like "If you make me mad again, I'll go back to my parents' house to find my dad"?

cough.

Forget it, it's not good to make malicious speculations about other people's brotherhood.

But this sense of déjà vu is really strong.

At this point, the turmoil over combat magic has passed.

Lu Wenwu treated Goodall and Isidro to a delicious meal of egg-filled pancakes with a modified local flavor, which received high praise.

At the same time, he rejected Isidro's proposal to move directly into his staff dormitory, and still lived in the dormitory, but often went to his office for private lessons to learn magic.

At this point, Lu Wenwu's life at Magic Academy was finally on the right track.

He lived a life where he occasionally got distracted in class, spent time in the library after class, did odd jobs and learned alchemy at Old Man Wood's on Sundays, went to the restaurant to teach the arcane servants cooking skills in the morning and at noon, and went to Isidro's one-on-one tutoring class in the evening.

It can be said that apart from the lack of progress in the main quest, the overall experience was still very fulfilling.

Because of his foundation in spiritual cooking, Lu Wenwu's talent in refining potions is extremely strong, and his performance is far ahead of others.

While other students were still using a scale to slowly measure according to the textbook, he had already learned to increase or decrease the dosage according to the different medicinal properties contained in the herbs, and to prepare a more perfect medicine.

In the auxiliary magic class, Lu Wenwu's skills were so good that he was unstoppable in the entire class. Professor Lynn even thought that he had reached the level of a senior wizard, and an extremely good one at that.

In the flying class, ever since old man Wood specially made a super giant steel broom for Lu Wenwu, there has never been an embarrassing situation like the one in the first class.

But there are also disadvantages.

Even his classmates were reluctant to participate in competitive sports activities involving flying brooms with him.

With the power of this super steel broom and its own tonnage, a collision with others in a confrontation would be just a minor friction, but a collision with Lu Wenwu would basically mean half a month of VIP bed treatment in the school hospital.

In general, Lu Wenwu has a good grasp of the dozen or so courses.

The only exception was divination. Ten minutes into the first class, the divination professor angrily beat him out of the classroom with a flying broom, and said that he would never teach this arrogant person who disrespected the course for even a minute!

Lu Wenwu felt very wronged when he complained to Isidro and Goodell.

He said that he was just answering the professor's question about "what is your opinion on fate":

When the road is smooth, a bottle of magic potion and a cause and effect, my fate is in the hands of God, not me!

When times are bad, the ladder of truth is built in my heart, and my destiny is in my own hands!

That's all, what's wrong with this?

Isidro and Goodell looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

Damn, it's not unfair that my nephew was beaten out by that old lady.

You believe good things and don’t believe bad things, right?

For fortune tellers, this is no longer a matter of not believing in fate, it is a complete mockery of fate.

The old lady was so angry that her nose was almost crooked.

In desperation, Isidro used some of his connections to get Lu Wenwu exempted from the divination class.

(End of this chapter)