Dragon: Dragon Realm

"First, focus on the core... OK, it's too big, the other magic circles have been put down, then... OK... OK again... Hey, it's much worse this time..."

Antawana heard similar mutterings from Witt from a distance. At first, she didn't care, anyway, when Witt was carving magic circles, it was often like this!

However, when she finished practicing a magic, she accidentally glanced at Witt, and was stunned for a moment.

I saw Witt lying in front of the pillar they brought back, with the alchemy pen thrown aside, and he was staring at the empty claws, muttering to himself.

However, no matter what Witt said, he just lay there without moving, and had no intention of doing what he said.

"Maybe he designed a magic circle in his mind!"

Antawana silently gave a plausible explanation to Witte's strange behavior.

However, from her obviously confused state, it can be seen that Antawana herself does not believe this explanation.

After all, when Witte carved the magic circle before, he just started to write.

Even when he carved the mithril magic circle on her body.

While practicing magic, Antawana paid attention to Witte's movements.

However, Witte was like a sculpture, with no intention of moving at all, but he was still muttering in his mouth, and even went to the next step.

Antawana was a little panicked!

If she remembered correctly, Avery seemed to have mentioned to her that when dealing with the mechanical puppet, Witt was used as bait and withstood an attack from the mechanical puppet.

And that attack landed directly on Witt's head.

Although she did not see any signs of broken scales on Witt's head, the injuries must be superficial, and it may also be internal.

"Perfect, that's it!

Hey, this magic circle is a little too correct, these ancient dragons should be modified, um... this is good.

Okay, next step..."

Unconsciously, Antawana stopped practicing magic, and slowly rubbed against Witt's side.

The content of Witt's mouth became clearer, but Antawana's heart was even more panicked.

There was nothing unusual about what Witt said, but combined with his body not moving at all, it looked very strange.

It felt like Witt knew what he was doing, but his body did not cooperate with him, and most importantly, Witt did not realize this at all, and was still seriously carving the magic circle.

His head was broken!

As soon as this thought came into Antawana's mind, Witt suddenly moved.

His tail swept lightly, and Antawana, who was standing behind him, was swept into a rolling gourd before she could react.

Witt, who had just recovered from the joy of successfully creating a puppet core, saw that Antawana was swept in front of him by his tail before he had time to show it to Antawana.

After a moment of hesitation, looking at the expressionless Antawana, Witt grabbed his tail and put it in front of her.

"The culprit has been caught, you can do whatever you want with him!"

Hearing this, Antawana rolled her eyes, and then a mouthful of saliva...spit on Witt's tail.

Looking at the big ice block, Antawana nodded with satisfaction, and then looked up at Witt.

"What did you do just now?"

Witt glanced at his frozen tail, and didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, he looked mysterious and put his paw in front of Antawana.

"I'll show you something good!"

Antawana glanced at Witt's paw, and then looked at Witt expressionlessly.

"Are you kidding me?"

Witt scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Look carefully, look very, very carefully, this thing is a little small." Hearing this, Antawana looked down at Witt's claws again, her pupils contracted to the extreme, leaving only two obvious gaps, and then she saw the tiny cube on Witt's claws. "What is this? Sand? Dust?" Witt's face froze for a moment, and then explained: "Actually it's not that small, a dozen centimeters of stone, sand is much smaller than this, let alone dust. Have you ever seen dust floating in the air for more than ten centimeters?" Antawana rolled her eyes. "Do you think I'm a fool? Do I know the size of sand and dust? I asked, what is this?"

"Hey, I'm angry!

Is it because I didn't agree to your request before?

A normal dragon would agree to your request, right? If you believe me, ask Linsda."

Seeing Antawana's eyes flash with impatience, and turning around to leave, Witt changed the subject.

"Well, this is actually a puppet core!"

Antawana was about to leave, she didn't have so much time to play with Witt.

But when she heard that it was a puppet core, she subconsciously stopped and her eyes fell on the small cube in Witt's hand again.

"You are kidding!"

Witt shook his head and said with a smile: "This is not a joke, this thing is really a puppet core, don't underestimate it, I used spirit and mithril, and engraved several magic circles on it.

It is used as a magic core to gather and store energy, to act as eyes for recognition, and to control actions. There are a series of magic circles on it."

The magic arrays mentioned by Witte are all the kind that can be measured by level, similar to the shaping magic array. The more abundant the elemental energy is, the stronger the effect will be.

Of course, the magic array that can be engraved on such a tiny cube, the elemental load of the Mithril circuit itself can only support the operation of extremely fine elements, and it will explode if there is more!

Alchemical magic arrays will also explode. If the input elemental energy exceeds the Mithril circuit's load capacity, it will explode.

Therefore, the tiny core on Witte's claws can only support the operation of trace elements.

"..."

Antawana looked at the micro puppet core in Witte's hand, and then looked up at Witte, and it took a long time to utter a word.

"You're so boring!"

After saying that, Antawana turned and left. She somewhat understood why Witt was so good at wasting time, even though she was more hardworking.

Watching Antawana leave with resentment, Witt scratched his head somewhat.

Just then, a ball dragon flew over.

It seemed to be quite interested in the micro puppet core in Witt's hand, and stretched out its claws to take it.

Seeing this, Witt rolled his eyes.

Then he grabbed the little guy and poked its belly mentally. The ball dragon took a deep breath and its body swelled up instantly.

Witt blew out in one breath, and the ball dragon was directly sent to the airflow exhaled by Squaw.

A set of movements was extremely skillful, and it was obvious that there was no omission!

Seeing that the little guy was playing with his companions without any hesitation, Witt took the micro core with a spirit.

There was no other way, he was afraid of losing it and finding it.

Then, he took out the elemental puppet body he got from the ruins...