Chapter 63 The Poison of the Serpent and Dragon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The night sky was as dark as ink.
The figures of Garus and the Cliff Serpent Dragon darted through the dark clouds like two bolts of lightning tearing through the night sky.
As the distance between them closed, the cliff serpent dragon launched the first attack, its slender body lashing out like a whip, its forked tail tip burning with dark green poisonous flames.
Galus paused, then raised his wings high.
The fine scales on his dragon wings rubbed against each other, scattering dense sparks. The sharp edges of his wings turned crimson. Then, using the tip of his left wing as the axis, his body suddenly spun dramatically, changing angles. Like a guillotine, his dragon wings burst forth and slashed at the cliffside serpent dragon.
Faced with this Dragon Wing Spin, the Cliff Serpent Dragon refused to back down.
It also turned around, its thick tail lashing out at the Garus dragon's wings.
Clang! Tear!
First came a metallic clang, a crisp sound like swords clashing, followed by the sound of a sharp weapon tearing through tough dragon scales and flesh.
After sensing a slight resistance, Garos's Whirlwind Wing Slash tore off one of the Cliff Serpent Dragon's forked three tails, leaving the dragon's wings stained with the Cliff Serpent Dragon's sticky blood.
I'm going to eat you!
The cliff serpent dragon winced in pain, muttering indistinct dragon language, and suddenly thrust its forepaws out, striking Garus.
Garus turned his body slightly to meet the attack directly with the dense bursting scales on his back.
Bang! The powerful claw strike landed on the dragon scales on Garus's back. As the scales shattered, they absorbed the kinetic energy of the claw strike, converting it into heat energy and bursting into dazzling flames.
Caught off guard, the cliffside serpent was sent flying.
"This guy is no good at head-on combat."
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the dragon's wing.
It felt like countless tiny files were grinding against his flesh, like countless venomous snakes were burrowing into his body; the pain was intense beyond compare.
"But this poison is just as potent as the one recorded in the inheritance."
Even Galus, with his high tolerance for pain, frowned.
The blood of the cliff serpent dragon that stained his dragon wings was sticky and did not get shaken off by the strong wind. Instead, it adhered to his dragon wings and stained the place where it touched dark green.
The serpent dragon's fangs, claws, and blood were all highly venomous.
Its blood, in particular, has the highest concentration of toxins.
Galos's poison resistance is not high, and the dragon wing gradually became paralyzed after being poisoned.
The cliffside serpent dragon charged again.
In comparison, its injuries were more severe than Garos', but its blood-red eyes flashed with madness and excitement, as if it were a madman who would drag Garos down with him even if it meant death, a fight to the death.
The mad dragon cannot be treated with common sense.
There's no benefit in fighting it to the death.
On the contrary, engaging in proper combat with it is beneficial to Galus.
"Keep it here. As long as it stays in Crescent Valley, it can come here to provoke me whenever it wants. I'll use its venom to gradually increase my poison resistance. That's enough for tonight. My poison resistance isn't high right now, and it's risky to get too much poisonous blood on me at once."
Galos thought so.
He flapped his dragon wings, increasing his speed to the limit and widening the distance.
The cliff serpent dragon hissed continuously beneath its scales, releasing scorching heat as it burst into speed to catch up with Garros. However, as Garros began to race at full speed, each flap of its massive wings whipped up a fierce gale, making it difficult for the cliff serpent dragon to keep up, and the distance between them gradually widened.
It couldn't catch up, and the severed tail was still bleeding.
The burst of speed takes a huge toll on physical strength, and that's the end of it.
The cliff serpent dragon had no choice but to stop, and could only see some sparks of light as Garus flapped his wings. After a few blinks, these sparks of light disappeared.
It howled and turned back to the Greymane Werewolf tribe.
"Food! I want fresh food!"
In Crescent Valley, the Cliff Serpent Dragon descended upon the werewolf territory, demanding that the werewolf tribe offer food once more.
"All the fresh prey has been provided to you today."
The werewolf priest's face showed a hint of tension, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "Now all that's left is the meat of the dead or dried meat, but there's plenty of it, enough for you to eat."
The cliff-dwelling serpent roared, "I want living things! Living things!"
It seeks to satisfy its boiling bloodlust and vent its anger at being injured by Galos and failing to capture him by cruelly tearing apart living creatures.
"If you won't give it to me, I'll eat it myself!"
The cliff-dwelling serpent dragon sprang into action, pouncing and biting a fully grown werewolf.
But that wasn't enough; it wanted more.
"Enough! Rogers! Go back to your lair!"
The old werewolf stood before the cliff-dwelling serpent dragon, his eyes wide with fury, gripping his oak staff tightly with both hands. Behind him, a huge, wolf-shaped phantom appeared.
The cliff-side serpent dragon circled the old werewolf but did not attack.
It carried the still screaming and howling adult werewolf in its mouth and flew back to the cave in the mountain wall.
The old werewolf's imposing aura dissipated, and his figure became even more hunched.
"I shouldn't have picked up this dragon egg in the first place, I shouldn't have hatched it, and I shouldn't have nurtured it to grow."
It was filled with regret.
This cliffside serpent dragon is a 16-year-old boy dragon, a ferocious monster personally raised by the old werewolf.
In one of his early explorations, the old werewolf discovered an egg in a cave full of skeletons. After bringing it back to his territory, it hatched into a cliff serpent dragon.
Tribes living in the wilderness have limited knowledge of dragons.
It didn't know that this was a cliff serpent dragon, which was inherently ferocious, violent, and extremely bloodthirsty. It only regarded it as a strange snake. Because it felt that it had great potential, it thought of raising it from a young age, subduing it, and making it the guardian beast of the tribe.
However.
Dragons like the Cliff Serpent Dragon are violent and ferocious, yet they also possess intelligence.
When it was weak, it tried its best to restrain its ferocity and gradually grew stronger with the help of the werewolf tribe. It also killed some enemies for the werewolf tribe.
However.
As it grows, it becomes less restrained. When enraged, it will even devour werewolves. Only the old werewolf who raised it can barely restrain it by relying on the bond of affection instilled in it when it was young through shamanic skills, but its influence is gradually weakening.
"Elder, it's becoming increasingly uncontrollable, and the cost of raising it is too high."
"It was injured in a battle with an unknown dragon. Let's take this opportunity to gather the warriors of our tribe and kill it."
The current werewolf chieftain walked to the shaman's side, looked up at the dark mountain cave, and said in a deep voice.
The shaman is the oldest and most respected elder in the tribe, holding the highest prestige.
“It’s too dangerous to surround and kill Rogus. The losses will be devastating, and the tribe may be wiped out and disappear into the wilderness,” the old werewolf shaman said after thinking for a moment.
Werewolf Chieftain: "Elder, let's make a decision as soon as possible."
"If the cost of killing it is too high, we will have no choice but to abandon Crescent Valley and relocate elsewhere."
"In any case, we can no longer share the same territory with it, otherwise one day it might go berserk and devour us all."
The old shaman nodded, his voice weary: "I know, believe me, no matter what, I will never let my people meet a dead end."
The werewolf chieftain nodded, said no more, glanced at the cave a few more times, and then turned to comfort his frightened tribesmen.
Their emotions should not fluctuate too much.
Otherwise, it will turn into a giant wolf beast, and it may not be able to turn back.
At the same time, the old shaman looked up at the quiet night sky, and suddenly the image of the dragon that had swept across the sky earlier flashed into his mind.
The dragon and snake on the cliff chased after it excitedly, only to return in a fit of rage.
One of its tails was broken off.
They definitely suffered a setback.
Perhaps, he could draw upon the power of dragons? The old shaman thought to himself.
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Portal: The Heavenly Street is trodden with the bones of nobles, the Imperial Treasury burned to ashes.
Synopsis: One day, Raven, a player who was once ranked among the top ten in the entire server of "Sin Domain", wakes up to find himself transported to three years before the game's launch.
But this world is already terminally ill—nobles keep their subjects as food, offering terrified farm girls at midnight banquets; the imperial family keeps three thousand pregnant women, watering the writhing flesh of evil gods with umbilical cord blood; even the seemingly righteous church is burying its head in the abyss's pus in its confessionals…
When he discovered that he could extract feats by modifying the fates of characters in the storyline, he finally grinned maliciously at the Blood Moon: "Hercules, Will of Steel, Body of Destruction, Sea of Origin..."
"Nobles? We'll kill the nobles!"
"Gods? How many masters does a god have?"
As Raven crushed the throat bone of yet another incarnation of an evil god, several player representatives stepped forward.
"My lord, please wait a moment." The newbie player held up the yellow robe with a pious expression. "It's cold, here's another coat for you."
Wait a minute! I said I wanted to be the principal and make everyone on this land extraordinary, so why are you putting a yellow robe on me?!
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Elements: [Pseudo-D&D] [The Fourth Calamity] [Farming/Development Fiction]
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