Chapter 54 Training
The dwarven warlock gradually approached.
Wearing a pair of focusing magic mirrors, he adjusted the focus to a microscopic level and clearly saw that the metallic texture on the surface of the dragon scales was fading, revealing the honeycomb-like fire element storage structure inside.
This is a form that has never been recorded in alchemy textbooks.
The thought that my discovery might lead to a published academic paper is very encouraging.
The dwarf warlock's breathing became rapid, and his thick beard trembled with excitement.
at the same time.
As the flames burned, the broken scales turned completely reddish-brown, and under a microscope, a bright red substance resembling lava seeped out from the honeycomb-like holes.
The dwarven sorcerer keenly sensed the danger, and his expression changed.
Buzz!
Runes instantly lit up on the iron ring tied to his beard, and a layer of light shield rapidly extended outwards, covering the dwarf warlock's body.
The broken scales exploded like a sun being squeezed.
boom!
A burst of flames and a shockwave suddenly exploded, landing on the dwarf warlock and sending him flying through three rows of shelves.
Ten seconds later.
Groni crawled out of the chaotic workshop, covered in dust and grime, his charred beard still smoldering. Had it not been for the iron ring hanging from his beard, a defensive alchemical artifact that had blocked much of the damage, the warlock's fragile constitution would have inevitably resulted in serious injury.
Even so, he paid the price for his carelessness.
He felt a sharp pain in his left eye, and when he touched his face, he only felt the molten metal frame of his glasses and sticky residue of the lens.
The explosion came too suddenly; his alchemical tools weren't activated in time, resulting in the eye being blown out.
He really didn't expect it.
Such a small piece of scale could cause such damage and destruction.
After regaining my senses, I took a closer look.
The adamantite crucible was cracked in a radial pattern, the rune-carving knife was broken into several pieces, and the focusing magic mirror was also broken. The physical pain was secondary; these losses pained the dwarf warlock even more.
For an alchemist, good tools are priceless.
"Waaaaah! You cunning, iron-blooded hybrid dragon! I'll remember you!"
The dwarven warlock's skin flushed red with rage, and his shouts echoed through the night.
Bang! Olaf, carrying a warhammer longer than himself, kicked open the deformed workshop door. His gaze swept across the interior like a tiger's, and he saw the blind, red-faced dwarf warlock.
"Gronny, what happened?"
He asked.
The dwarf warlock said, "I have been attacked by a dragon."
He briefly recounted what had happened.
After hearing the dwarven warlock's words, Olaf's eyes widened, and he muttered bluntly, "What dragon attack? Didn't you just get blown up by your own stupidity?"
Upon hearing this...
The dwarf warlock was stunned for a moment, then spat out a mouthful of blood.
He felt like he was going to explode when a barbarian called him stupid, but he couldn't refute it.
Enraged, the dwarf warlock coughed up a mouthful of blood, suffered from oxygen deprivation in his brain, and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
at the same time.
Bear Ridge, a coniferous valley.
Garros was unaware of what had happened to the dwarven warlock; if he had known, he would have burst out laughing.
He scorched his own exploding scales with flames and even pressed them against his face to check them; he was lucky he didn't explode on the spot.
The Earth Bears, known for their defense and intense focus, were blown to pieces and charred black during their sparring match with Garus.
The frail alchemist was caught off guard and hit by the explosion at close range. If he had reacted even slightly slower, he would have been in real danger of dying.
They were unaware of this event that occurred under the same sky.
Galos was full of fighting spirit; his training of the little dragon was not yet over.
He thought about it carefully. Training only the scales outside the reproductive cavity was like putting a thicker layer of defense on the weakness, but the weakness still existed. It would be best to train the weakness directly.
So, after some mental preparation...
Galos took a deep breath, straightened his body, and thrust his back into a young, slightly soft pine tree.
As sawdust flew everywhere, the baby dragon emerging from its reproductive cavity drilled a deep hole in the tree trunk.
Galos's mask twitched and twisted a few times, and he hissed as if he were gasping for air. Even with his current pain tolerance, he couldn't help but grimace.
This kind of self-discipline and training is something Chang Long couldn't really make up his mind to do.
"Again! I will make this weakness as hard as steel, no, harder than steel!"
The red iron dragon gritted its teeth and charged forward again with brute force.
Thump, thump, thump! The tree trunk gradually became riddled with holes and cracks, and soon it could no longer bear the weight and broke in two.
Galos also felt that Xiaolong was sore and stinging to the extreme, and it was really difficult to continue, so he stopped and waited for a while before starting a new round of adaptation training.
The next day, as the first rays of dawn shone upon the coniferous valley.
Galus spread his wings and flew out of the mountain cave in the middle of the valley.
The Conifer Valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there are many natural caves in the mountains. Garus chose the largest and most comfortable one as his dragon nest.
As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm.
Normally, Garos would take off at dawn to hunt suitable ferocious beasts and monsters, while also honing his combat skills.
If it were another dragon that ruled a pack of bears...
He would most likely order his servants to hunt for him and provide him with food, while he himself would simply enjoy a life of ease and comfort.
Galos did not do that. He did not reduce the frequency of his hunts, because hunting was not only for food, but also for honing his combat skills and enriching his practical experience. It was an indispensable part of his training.
Practical experience is very important to Galos.
Just like the copper dragon we encountered back then.
A dragon over 16 years old carrying several alchemical tools—if it had enough combat experience, Garos's robbery wouldn't have been so easy. It was because Garos judged that the copper dragon lacked combat experience that he decided to counterattack and steal the treasure instead of simply retreating.
Let's get back to the main topic.
Galos originally intended to take off directly to hunt.
However, because of the large stride and the pulling motion, the pain between his hind legs was so intense that he grimaced and fell down again, helplessly lying on a rock slab, preparing to rest for a while longer.
He noticed that something was off about Garos.
Samantha approached on all fours, asking in surprise, "My dear brother, are you hurt?"
Galos: "No."
Samantha didn't believe her and said, "You looked so awkward when you were walking just now, it's definitely not normal."
"Don't be stubborn, where are you hurt? Let me take a look."
"I have mastered a new rune. I will inscribe it on your wound to speed up the recovery process."
The red dragon extended its sharp claws and approached Garus with enthusiasm.
Garros, his face stern and a dangerous glint in his eyes, said, "Stay away from me. Experiment with your runes on the bear."
(End of this chapter)
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