Silver Dragon: From Shell to God

"123, there are thirteen locations in total. I have been to seven of them, so there are six left."

"The total harvest is not much. After conversion, it is only more than twenty silver coins at most."

Arden continued to soar in the sky, looking at the animal skin map floating in front of him, made a hook with his dragon claw, and continued to the next place.

This time, Arden did not encounter the blind enemy he had imagined.

He realized that he had thought too much. The Forest of Elves! After all, it was the territory of the elves. How could they allow the evil race to live here?

Most of the people ruled by the dragons were either innocent or kind-hearted, and they had no bad intentions at all.

After walking for so long, Arden has never met anyone who really dares to attack him.

As a result, Yaden was unable to inherit the fine tradition of the kind dragon clan and punish evil (and extort money).

Fly over countless mountains, thorn forests, and oak-covered fields.

Arden successfully completed the tax collection at the remaining locations, leaving only the last two.

Just as he was flying calmly in the sky, above the sky, beyond the atmosphere.

On the plane wall that no living being can reach except the top legends and demigods.

A tiny crack appeared, and the void storm from the astral realm and the void quickly expanded the crack.

A stream of lavender light came from the starry sky and passed through the crack.

Afterwards, the crack slowly healed after the widened plane wall emitted a burst of golden light.

The purple meteor flew into the Mordo plane and headed straight towards the Noah continent.

Slowly appeared in front of the flying silver dragon Yaden.

"What is that? Shit!"

Arden first wondered where the meteor came from in broad daylight. Then, as he watched the purple meteor grow bigger and bigger, he realized something was wrong and cursed.

This is the second time in three months, the second time!

Is he so popular with Meteor?

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"what!"

In the barren and rocky wasteland, the seriously injured Second Brother was in a panic due to the extreme cold and was running around in a panic.

"Quick, quick!"

As far as the eye can see, it is all just a vast yellow wasteland. Hidden beneath the loess are a few excellent hunters, praying to the gods in their hearts.

On a piece of yellow land, a desert red scorpion with its tail cut off was emitting a strange and confusing fragrance, and there was green scorpion blood on its cold armor.

This second brother was running wildly. Although he had a low IQ to begin with, he smelled this special smell and was immediately attracted to it.

"tick tock"

The second brother opened his mouth wide, with foul-smelling saliva showing on his fangs, and showed his appetite for the scorpion corpse that exuded a strange fragrance.

In this wasteland, there is a large amount of red ore buried underground. The blood-red color has a certain value. Mixing it into armor can increase the power of the armor.

Therefore, this place is also called the Red Blood Wasteland.

The rich mineral resources underground have led to a lack of vegetation, and food and materials are extremely scarce, and the animals are more tolerant of hunger than each other.

This second brother hasn't caught any prey for three consecutive days. He was injured and bleeding, and the nutrients in his body are flowing out quickly.

The fat is not thick enough to begin with, and if I don't eat anymore, I'm afraid it will disappear completely. I don't know if I can make it through this.

Unable to resist the appetite, the second brother still went towards the direction of the red scorpion's corpse even though he knew it was a trap.

The second brother ate the slightly poisonous red scorpion with relish, swallowing it into his stomach like candy beans.

As creatures that live in this area all year round, almost all of them have the ability to be immune to weak toxins.

Second Brother’s stomach and intestines can forcibly digest even the weak toxins from the red scorpion.

Otherwise, how can one still maintain a fat body in such a barren place.

"Humph"

Just as it was eating happily, the earth cracked.

Gravity halo!

Ground sinking technique!

Quicksand trap!

The ingenious magic mechanism composed of three first-ring spells was triggered at this moment. The three spells worked together, the ground cracked, and the second senior brother fell into a huge cave.

"quick!"

Five elves that had been hiding in the sand, turning into silent stones, with almost no breathing sound.

At this moment, the elf warrior with a long sword immediately stuck his head out and commanded everyone to deal with this second brother together.

"Humph"

The second senior brother, who was controlled by countless quicksand snakes in the earth and trapped in a cave, instantly went into a state of rage at this moment.

A red light flashed in the pig's eyes, and its fat body was suddenly covered with a faint red light.

Mountain-shaking blood pig! A terrifying magical pig that can reach level five after adulthood, crossing the threshold of intermediate creatures.

As long as the potential is sufficient, there is even a certain probability of breaking through to the advanced level.

It is considered a bully in the wilderness, but unfortunately because its IQ is too low, far lower than that of a normal intermediate monster, very few of them can grow into a high-level one.

"lightning"

The elven wizard, who was heavily protected among the five people, released the only second-level spell he knew.

An inch-long bolt of lightning hit the Mountain-Shaking Blood Pig as it went berserk and tried to escape from the quicksand trap!

The furious Second Brother, who had been hit hard, stomped his four hooves, and the quicksand that had been wrapped around his body like a thin snake was suddenly shaken off by him as if he had lost control.

A column of flower rock pushed it out and back to the ground.

"Humph"

Pigs also hold grudges. The Mountain-Shaking Blood Pig, which had escaped from its trap, looked at the five people in front of it, whose faces had become uneasy.

After taking a deep look, they ran away when they were tense and thought the pig would attack.

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.

This Mountain-Shaking Blood Pig has already reached adulthood, just the right level six creature. Compared with its other dull-witted peers, the only thing it can rely on to survive to this day is its own brain.

Now it is seriously injured, and it can only take revenge after it recovers.

The elf team, who had originally thought that they would face a retaliatory counterattack, changed their expressions drastically and rushed to intercept.

The elven village they belong to survives in this barren wasteland. Food is hard to find, so they have to rely on hunting.

Elves also eat meat, not like humans think, they only feed on flowers, fruits, vegetables and fruits.

For the sake of food, they have been hiding here for two days. In order to fill their stomachs, they must kill this demon pig here, otherwise it will be a big disaster if they let it go.

"Wind Spell"

The female elf wizard with the worst physique raised the wand in her hand which was made of oak and entangled with a low-level magic core.

A breeze rose up around her slender body and her steps, speeding up her pace.

Five people and one pig started chasing each other across the wilderness.

"boom"

The distance between the fast-running wild boar and the five elves was getting bigger and bigger.

Just when it finally breathed a sigh of relief, its pair of little eyes rolled around, preparing for how to retaliate later?

With a sound of breaking through the air, a huge meteor falling from the sky hit it right on the spot!

A huge sandstorm arose in the sky and expanded outwards. The faces of the five elves chasing changed, and they were forcibly blown away by the terrible blast.

All sank into the sand.