Chapter 193 The Goddess’s Favor (4)

The scales, gleaming with golden light, covered Ron's entire arm.

As if forged from pure gold.

Each scale is engraved with countless dense lines, forming strange and incomprehensible patterns.

Mysterious, powerful, indestructible... and then, in the next moment, it was destroyed.

More and more surging energy surged in Ron's body. The scales that had just grown out, like the flesh and blood on Ron's body, exploded directly, like fine dust, flying everywhere.

This time, Ron was not watched by any god, but he was always favored by the Goddess of Dawn.

Bang! Ostara's heart beat violently again.

A circle of soft white light surrounded Ron again.

It was like some kind of terrible, endless cycle, Ron's body kept reincarnating, being destroyed by the dragon crystal energy and healed by the Heart of Ostara.

And every alternation of destruction and rebirth makes Ron's body stronger and tougher! This is a cruel and bloody process.

But, from beginning to end, Ron never uttered a single scream.

His body didn't even falter a bit.

His lips opened only slightly, exhaling a stream of hot air, with the faint sound of storm thunder.

The breath on Ron's body became chaotic and violent, and Lucia even felt that she could no longer sleep while sitting on Ron's shoulder. The little girl puffed up her cheeks, climbed down from Ron's body, found a corner, tilted her head and fell asleep immediately.

Lucia was extremely sleepy, and there was no sign of improvement.

Elsa, on the other hand, was still floating above Ron's body. After Lucia left, the space on Ron's shoulder was finally vacant, and Elsa happily sat on it. Just like usual, her pair of white and tender legs gently swayed on Ron's chest.

One black and one white, the two eyes stared at the man beneath them from time to time.

The expression on his face gradually became complicated. Although he couldn't really touch her, the slender fingers of a small hand were gently stroking Ron's cheek.

Ron didn't even notice that his system's daily actions and facial expressions were becoming more and more varied.

Right next to Ron was the dragon girl Ifrit.

A little different from Ron, Ifrit's injuries had not recovered, and his strength had not increased at all. But right in front of Ifrit, on the huge dragon pillar, the pattern outlined by the dragon tendons seemed to come alive and was circling around the dragon pillar.

And a dragon tendon was wrapped around Ifrit's wrist.

Every time the giant dragon circled, one could see a stream of bright red blood being drawn from Ifrit's body and injected into the Dragon Pillar.

Ifrit's face became paler and paler, but the dragon girl endured and supported herself from beginning to end, standing straight without any shaking.

Opposite Ron was Lydia. There didn't seem to be any obvious changes in Lydia's aura. She was just quietly digesting the effects of the potion. At the same time, she continued to create bone dragons, but the speed of creating bone dragons was obviously much faster than before.

Next to Lydia was Charlene. Charlene's situation was even more bizarre. Her body seemed to have split into several parts, and the shadows were so blurry that it was hard to tell the real thing from the fake.

Just on the other side of Ron was Princess Agnes.

Compared to the others, Agnes' movements were obviously calmer. Her slender fingers were just nimbly turning the pages of the notebook in her hand.

She flipped through the pages very quickly.

It seemed that with just a glance, the contents of the pages would be completely imprinted in Agnes' mind and would never be forgotten.

When the last page was turned, the notes left by the source of the plague suddenly turned into fragments with a snap.

And Agnes, at the same time, entered into meditation.

…

Below the Temple of Dusk, in the Valley of Dragons.

No one left.

It's even getting more crowded.

Almost every day someone enters the Dragon Valley, full of hope and expectation, and then becomes disappointed and angry. Now, there are probably at least one or two thousand people gathered in the Dragon Valley.

The latecomers also walked to every corner of Dragon Valley without giving up, but returned empty-handed.

"Damn it, who is that guy? He looted so many remains of giant dragons, and yet he didn't leave anything behind..." someone cursed.

"Is there no way of finding him?"

"If we could find it, we would have found it long ago. How could it be your turn to come?"

There were constant rustling sounds coming from the crowd.

I don't know how many times similar conversations have happened in these days, but each time they ended in vain without any gain.

"By the way, how about using tracking magic?" someone suddenly asked.

"Use your brains. If tracking magic was useful, we would have used it long ago. How could we just sit here and wait? But even if it's tracking magic, we need something to track it. A strand of hair, a piece of clothing? Where can we find it now?"

In this huge Dragon Valley, it is extremely difficult to find a hair, which is not much better than looking for a needle in a haystack.

Even if one was found, there were one or two thousand people in the Dragon Valley, and no one knew whose head it would fall from.

The middle-aged man who had suggested using tracking magic quickly spoke again: "No, no, no, I understand. I mean, didn't that guy leave some words on this stone? When writing, there must be some traces left, right? Can we confirm the location of that person through these words?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd suddenly became extremely quiet.

In a split second, hundreds or even thousands of eyes stared at the middle-aged magician almost simultaneously.

The noise immediately frightened the middle-aged magician. His neck shrank suddenly and his face turned pale. He was worried that he had said something wrong.

"Good boy, you'll get what you pay for..." At this moment, the gravedigger Bridges next to him suddenly reached out and patted the middle-aged magician on the shoulder. The movement was not strong, but it almost scared the middle-aged magician to the ground. He thought that this legendary senior was going to attack him.

"What's your name?" Bridges asked.

"E...Ebel." The middle-aged magician said tremblingly. He was obviously a magician with good strength, at the heroic level. He could not be said to be invincible, but he could definitely be said to have few rivals. However, when facing a legendary master, all his pride was gone.

"Very good, what you just said is very useful." Bridges stroked his goatee and said, "If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten about it. I'll give you credit for your contribution. If we can really get the treasure, you will definitely get a share no matter what."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

After a pause, Bridges looked around and said, "Everyone, do you have any objections?"

"Of course I have no objection." The fox girl Bai Yuan responded with a sweet smile.

Volton, Wolfe, and even Ashburn, a group of masters, all nodded and expressed their agreement. Compared with the gains that could be obtained, it would be completely fine to give some to the middle-aged magician, provided that he could keep his share of the treasure.

Abel's face was filled with astonishment, and then he was overjoyed. He didn't expect that just a careless word could bring him such benefits.

As for other heroic masters, when they looked at Abel, there was inevitably more greed and envy in their eyes.

Damn, with the guarantee from these legendary masters, Abel is really going to make a fortune this time.

However, it is difficult to snatch treasure from a legendary master, but wouldn’t it be much easier to snatch it from a heroic magician?

The treasure wasn't in their hands yet, not even a hint of it, but these people had already started to figure out how to snatch it.

On the contrary, those legendary masters were much calmer.

They had really hit a dead end before, and they only knew how to search in the Dragon Valley. After seeing those words, they only wanted to capture Vice Pope Apu and find ways to pry open his mouth.

Although I have thought about using tracking magic, the most accurate and most commonly used props for tracking magic are hair, followed by clothes worn on the body, jewelry worn, etc.

Needless to say, hair belongs to the other person.

Clothes and jewelry, because they are close to the body, will also retain scent.

I never expected that when the other party wrote these words, some traces would remain.

Although it is very shallow, it is not completely untraceable.

That damn thief perhaps just wanted to harm Apu, but he didn't expect that while harming Apu, he also harmed himself.

My only worry is that so much time has passed, and even if there was any breath left when I wrote the words, it has probably dissipated.

How much use tracking magic can still be put to use is a question.

Among these masters, there are also some who are good at tracking. Although there are not many of them, there are more than a dozen of them.

There was no time to hesitate, and immediately a man walked up to the boulder, placed one hand on a word engraved on the boulder, and moved his lips quickly.

After a few seconds, the man suddenly widened his eyes and his expression became extremely strange, as if he had encountered something incredible and strange.

"How is it, can you track it?" Bridges asked quickly.

The heroic magician turned his head in a daze, with no sign of the shock on his face fading away: "Chase, tracked down..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around them became very excited.

There seemed to be light in every eye, and even their breathing became unusually rapid.

Greedy eyes and panting, as if their eyes were already filled with treasures, dragon bones, and dragon crystals.

"Then why are you still standing there? Tell me, where is that guy?" Ashburn couldn't help but urge.

"At once……"

"At once……"

"Right here..."

"ha?"

Chapter 4 is here.

(End of this chapter)