IX Cultivation

When the mercenaries were not prepared, they suddenly advanced and became a seventh-rank monster. The impact of the successful advancement immediately dispersed everyone. The monster wanted to swallow everyone in revenge, and the head of the mercenary group was about to kill each other. At this moment, a white light rose from the ground, and the huge magic circle trapped the monster in an invisible cage. The monster let out a heart-piercing cry, and the mercenary who was so startled suddenly vomited blood.

The white light of the magic circle was so dazzling that people couldn't see the situation clearly. After everyone recovered, the monsters stopped calling. Everyone in the mercenary group took a closer look and saw a person who was faintly walking down from a nearby carriage. A person with a strong aura comes, the person has black hair like silk, a little bright red between the brows, and is desolate and elegant. He is dressed in snow-white expensive clothes, which are blown up by the wind, making people dare not look directly at them.

Someone recognized the visitor, saluted excitedly, and thanked him.

The top magister nodded slightly, then tossed a bag of gold coins to the crowd and didn't want his own carriage, walked to the side of the trapped monster that kept making a 'woo' sound, and patted the furry and gray black Hair, to disperse the filth on the monster, then sit on the back of the monster, say something in a cold voice, and the monster obediently stepped into the dangerous forest step by step.

Everyone watched from behind, their eyes were bright, wishing they could step forward and escort the top magister to the destination, but the prefix "top" of the magister is not nonsense, all their combined strengths are not as light as the opponent's cane Light wave.

The top magister quickly passed through the place where the monsters lived together and came to the outskirts of the elf forest.

The monster didn't dare to go forward, and the magister didn't force it. After restricting the monster, he slowly stepped into the elf's territory, but as soon as he stepped in, countless magic-blessed arrows shot towards the magister from all around. Come on, the magister didn't move, but the arrow inlaid with red gems flashed a dark light, and the arrows fell to the ground one after another, turning into stars.

The abnormality here quickly attracted the attention of the guardian elf, and immediately reported it vigilantly, and went to the abnormality to check.

As a result, before the guardian elves arrived, there was a gust of wind blowing, bringing a pleasant scent of flowers. When the guardian elves arrived at the strange place, they were surprised to find that their noble elf king was following a human man with pink cheeks.

The elf king's long snow-white hair made his bright red eyes stand out. He wanted to say something to the magister, but he didn't say anything. To the edge of the barren ruins.

The elves have always hated alien races, but the elf king watched the magister go away, and he just smiled at himself at the beginning, and then he didn't take care of himself anymore. The aura emanates in a slump.

The magister seemed to have sensed it, and helplessly took out an exquisite gadget from the wide sleeve, and said a series of spells on the lips that were suitable for kissing, and then the object in the magister's hand was immediately transferred to the hand of the elf king.

The Elf King immediately turned into an elf with a background effect, as if there were big and gorgeous roses blooming behind him, holding a small gift and lowering his head shyly.

After the magister had gone far, the Elf King went back to his palace in a good mood, returned to his room, and opened the small gift made by magic, which was actually full of candy.

The Elf King swallowed one, rolled his pink tongue into his mouth, and spent the whole afternoon thinking wildly, simply ruining the government.

The half-brother of the Elf King was born a half-elf, so he was not very popular, and his cultivation was more difficult than anyone else. When he came out of the training room, he learned from the elf that the Elf King was abnormal today, and immediately hung his head. He closed his eyes, pursed his thin lips, and went to see the Elf King.

The elf king held the candy and didn't let go. He also smiled contemptuously when he saw his younger brother, but the half-elf just glanced at the little gift containing candy and turned back to his room, as if he didn't care too much.

But as soon as the half-elf returned to his wooden house, he changed himself into an identical little gift, hugged it in his arms, and nestled in the quilt, thinking that he was probably forgotten, his gray eyes were full of unwillingness , Tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Magisters don't know those things.

He searched for half a month in the endless ruins, and finally found a stone suspected to be a dragon egg under a huge stone.

The stone was ugly, and no trace of high-level magic could be detected on it.

The magister was very entangled. He figured out that there were signs of life of the dragon clan here, and he was prepared to find a sealed dragon or a weak soul with only consciousness left.

For the former, he can help unblock, and for the latter, he can find a necromancer to help him reshape his body.

But a...a stone in the shape of a dragon's egg.

The magister was a little embarrassed.

In the end, the magister used his most lethal and most healing magic with the mentality of trying, and at the same time he rarely used it——Kiss of the Gods.

The magister gently kissed the fossilized dragon egg.

Just hearing a 'click', the dragon egg cracked, revealing a dark and soft creature with small wings...

The magister was stunned for a moment, looked at the little dragon cub who couldn't open his eyes and seemed to be sleeping, smiled slightly, and said:

"Little guy, let me find it easy, I am Wan Ling, your future..."

The magister did not finish speaking.

The little dragon cub whimpered and opened its golden eyes with vertical pupils, blinked, flapped its tiny wings, threw itself into the magister's arms, and softly shouted:

"mom!"

219. Two-headed dragon

After the top magister explained to the little dragon cub that he could not give birth to dragon eggs and was not his mother, he gave the little dragon a nice name, "Xiao Hei". 'The golden pupil of Dragon Language is full of joy.

The true dragon will accept the inheritance in the dragon egg. From the ancient magic spells to the language and some hidden space treasures handed down, the true dragon is born to know.Compared with real dragons, sub-dragons are much weaker.

The sub-dragon is a mixed blood of a real dragon and other races, without inheritance, although it still retains the appearance of a dragon, it is not as powerful as a real dragon. My own race, they are a proud race, and the real dragon looks down on the sub-dragon that can be ridden away by human dragon knights casually.

However, this world seems to not allow the existence of too strong. It is difficult for real dragons to reproduce. The purer the bloodline, the harder it is to leave offspring. In addition, although the lifespan of real dragons is as short as 500 years or more than [-] years, they never restrain themselves. They reproduce for the sake of reproduction, so in the era when there were fewer and fewer real dragons, there was a world-shattering incident where two male dragons fought with cannons.

The baby dragon that the magister picked up was the last real dragon.

However, the cub seems to have a problem with the inheritance, no matter how you look at it, it feels silly.

But the magister was patient.

His trip was purposeful. His ancestors had signed a contract with the real dragon to obtain the supreme magical talent. The talent was passed down from generation to generation, but each descendant who inherited the talent needed to meet one of the real dragon's requirements.

It is not the kind of requirement that is said casually. This kind of requirement cannot be opportunistic. The equivalent exchange constrained by the contract must be recognized by the contract.

Otherwise, the offspring who inherit the talent will be petrified when the magic power reaches its peak.

The magister doesn't want to die, and he has no ambitions. He has a pure love for magic and is quite curious about creatures like real dragons.

The magister didn't know how long his father had lived, but his father was indeed petrified at the peak of his magic power, sitting cross-legged every day, with an unfinished chessboard in front of him.

It is said that the previous generation of the magister was the last person who met the requirements of the real dragon and died. The real dragon asked the magister grandpa to help him pursue another dragon. Fortunately, after some planning and a series of measures such as giving away the wedding room, the two dragons finally got married.

That's right, those two dragons are the two Jilongs mentioned above.

True dragons can transform when they reach a certain stage. Their transformation is very simple, but they are never willing to use the weak appearance of humans. They like their beautiful armor and shining scales, and they prefer to sleep on all shining gems On the road, even if you die, you have to take the treasure with you.

Therefore, Dragon Mound has always been a place where countless people flock to. If one can find one, the countless gold and silver treasures and dragon corpses inside are rare things, but it is not so easy to get in and out...

The magister was licked by the little dragon cub, silently reviewed his family history and the stories he knew about dragons, and then took the little dragon cub to use magic on a flat hill with a relatively better environment. Quickly built a small castle.

He intends to bring the little dragon cub to live here until the other party can transform into form before leaving.

Now that the cub is still young, even if the magister has the ability to reach the sky, the magister does not want to take risks. The little dragon cub is simply the key to all the dragon mounds, and you can come and go freely in the dragon mound with the little dragon cub. There is no absolute in this world. There is no absolute good person, so the magister just wants to wait for the young dragon to grow up, accompany him to grow up, and leave after completing the contract.

At that time, the young dragon will already be able to tell right from wrong, and it has nothing to do with him whether he wants to wander or retreat.

The magister had already lived in the wilderness for ten years when he realized that something was wrong with the young dragon. The young dragon grew as fast as if he had taken hormones, and his small fleshy wings before had become handsome, but during the day, the young dragon and personality difference at night