The humble white dragon Cyrus looked at Zhao Xu and the others, his vertical pupils that were no different from wild beasts couldn't help showing fear.
Cyrus, who had lived for three hundred years, clearly saw the expressions of the three people in front of him.
The man standing in the middle, wearing a robe and cloak, looked at him with the same expression as he looked at the winter wolf on the snowy field.
It's the kind of joy that comes from seeing delicious ingredients that taste crunchy and crunchy.
You know, combined with the ice and snow that never melts all year round in the Icefield Mountains, these ingredients have a unique ice-cold taste at the moment they are about to melt once frost occurs.
However, Cyrus is also a member of the noble white dragon clan, and coupled with his own spell resistance, this stupid green mage cannot penetrate it.
Even if you really meet someone from the Master lineage among mages, looking at the other person, you probably have never seen such a poor person fighting for platinum coins.
To deal with such people, it has also prepared a bunch of fake scrolls and iron-infiltrated platinum coins, ready to use them as money to buy lives.
As for the female knight wearing silver armor on the side, although the long sword in her hand made her feel threatened, she had dealt with this kind of paladin who was like an iron can and easily chipped.
Even if the noble Cyrus really can't defeat this paladin little bitch, all he needs to do is cry and complain that he still has seven or eight dragon cubs waiting to be fed, while the aunt in the village is still waiting for him to go back and cook for them. The other party would certainly not have the heart to kill it after crying so bitterly.
But what really frightened him was another young woman wearing a similar robe and cloak.
Because the look on this female mage's face as the noble Cyrus is not dragon meat, spellcasting materials, dragon skin carpets, white dragon skeleton soldiers and the like.
But air.
It was as if Cyrus did not exist from beginning to end.
Not to mention, Cyrus, who was hiding and dormant in the snow at that time, felt an aura of hatred in this woman.
Cyrus is no longer the kind of cannon fodder dragon who yells for Tiamat (God of Dragons) at such a young age and rushes forward without thinking.
Cyrus realized that Longsheng had a long life of food, wine, and beauty waiting for him to enjoy.
So when it felt the dragon ball aura on the mysterious woman's body, it ran away without saying a word.
I just didn't expect that in the end, I was approached by this group of people and blocked in front.
After the real close contact at this moment, Cyrus was even more dripping with sweat.
Even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, its heart was still beating rapidly, as if it had seen the female dragon that made it feel lustful when it was a teenager.
Only this time it wasn't hormones, it was fear.
Because it felt that there was more than one dragon ball in this woman.
Generally, the breath of dragon balls that enslave the same kind of dragon will not be confused even if you carry multiple ones.
So for Cyrus to be able to feel something, it was natural that the woman in front of him had come into contact with or even carried seven Dragon Balls, no, ten Dragon Balls.
Or rather, a dragon ball necklace.
Seeing the smile starting to appear on the other person's face, it felt even more terrified.
Just like when the young dragons were young, a group of frost giants captured their lair and staged a terrifying scene of skewering the young dragons in front of them.
If its mother hadn't come back early, it would probably have flowed into the Northern Alliance and become a consumable dragon material.
After being stunned for a while, Zhao Xu asked, "Why were you crouching there just now, and why did you run away when you saw us?"
At this moment, the white dragon showed a flattering smile, and after realizing that the rookie mage in front of him might be the direction of his breakthrough, he said in a pitiful tone: "Because that lady is really beautiful, and the humble Cyrus has not taken a bath for several days. I couldn’t bear to injure the other party, so I retreated early.”
"I didn't expect to disturb a few adventurers. I'm really sorry."
After saying that, it showed a very painful look, and Dragon Claw took out a bag of coins from his arms.
God knows where the money bag is hidden with its pure white scales.
Cyrus, a white dragon in his prime, crawled on the ground obediently, gently picked up the money bag in front of him with his paws, and placed it on the ground respectfully, "At this time, the little dragon was shocked by the heroic appearance of several adventurers. .”
The coin bag also made a beautiful sound of crowding and collision when it was full.
Zhao Xu also didn't expect that one day he would receive money from a white dragon to buy his life.
He was able to sense their murderous intentions so keenly that he knelt down and begged for mercy without even daring to fight.
Looking at the weight of the money bag that could be grasped with one hand, Zhao Xu guessed that even if there was a "platinum coin" worth ten gold coins in it, it would only hold dozens of them at best and would not be able to hold it to death. Thousand gold coins.
Buying the life of a mature white dragon is too cheap.
It's just that the white dragon looked like he was in pain, even if the flesh on the dragon's legs was cut.
This also made Zhao Xu look forward to it. Could it be that he really put a bag of diamonds
He immediately used the "Mage's Hand" to open the mouth of the money bag.
But when the string was loosened and the red coins inside fell to the snow, Zhao Xu and the others couldn't help laughing.
At this moment, the white dragon still had a tangled look on his face, as if the thing in front of him was worth thousands of gold.
"This is really a genuine white dragon with low IQ." Antinoya almost held her forehead and sighed, "I would rather give up money than my life."
On the snow in front of me, there were more than ten copper coins lying innocently, as well as a few broken stones disguised as gems but of poor quality.
"President, let me judge this white dragon, drive the winter wolf to attack passers-by, and confess your sins to the gods."
After saying that, Vivian directly pulled out the sharp Holy Avenger in her hand, and instantly the cold air inside was forced out, suppressing the white dragon on the spot so that he did not dare to breathe.
"God, Holy Avenger?" it said with a horrified look.
White dragon Cyrus has recalled that his mother once said that his white dragon father, who did not survive to the prime of life, seemed to have died under the "Holy Avenger" of the paladin.
Speaking of which, the paladin he met before did not wear such a powerful weapon worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins, which was more valuable than the wealth accumulated in his lair.
Moreover, most of these holy warriors who can wear key magic weapons such as "Holy Avenger" are from the background. They beat young and old ones and feel that they will make them uneasy in the future.
But when he remembered the value of the long sword, Cyrus couldn't help but convert the Holy Avenger in Vivian's hand into a sparkling "diamond".
"What an unrepentant and brainless white dragon." Antinoya said in a cold tone, "Zhongxia, go to my backpack and take out a "Dragon Cooking Manual", and I will show you my skills today."
As she spoke, she stood in the air with her hand as white as jade, as if squeezing the void, and said: "Bigby—"
"Show mercy!"
Suddenly, the white dragon wailed and shouted in an urgent voice. At this moment, the corners of its eyes began to form frozen frost, and then it immediately melted away, as if tears filled its eyes.
The strongest Bigby series spells, such as the eight-ring Diamond Fist or the nine-ring Shattering Palm, are not capable of tearing off the wings of Zhao Xu and others on the spot if they are below Antinoya's caster level. What a problem.
"I wonder how a few adventurers can let the humble Cyrus go, so that he can go back to nurse the dragon eggs that are waiting to be fed at home?"
As he spoke, the white dragon Cyrus raised his head to the sky and let the snowflakes fall on his lizard-like head, as if he was infinitely missing his young son in the nest.
"You are talking nonsense. The white dragons in the Ice Mountains are barely responsible in their youth. Most of them in their prime live alone because they want to monopolize the wealth of the nest. If they really lay eggs, they are abandoned to be raised by female dragons. Even Throw it into the nest of other non-dragons."
Zhao Xu ruthlessly exposed the nature of Bailong, a group of scum dragons.
As he said that, he continued to prepare his "Chilling Touch", and once it hit the soul, there would be no further trouble.
Relying on the ice and snow, he might still be able to maintain the deliciousness of the dragon meat when he transported it to the city.
"Forehead… "
At this time, after being exposed by Zhao Xu, Cyrus seemed to be sweating on his forehead, even though cold-blooded animals themselves do not have such sweat glands.
It also didn't understand why the man in front of it was actually an expert in studying white dragons.
At the same time, it had already felt the fluctuations of the man in front of it, and the woman in the robe who put great pressure on Cyrus was also looking at it.
White Dragon Cyrus immediately shouted, "I, I am willing to surrender and accept the labor of the extreme adventurer."
Dragon Knight.
In an instant, this extremely touching title from his previous life was directly reflected in Zhao Xu's heart.
The Gryphon Knights, composed of gryphons with a challenge level of 4, are already a powerful weapon for the Northern Alliance to intimidate surrounding forces.
As for a real white dragon, if it is willing to be a mount, its power is self-evident.
Zhao Xu turned around, looked at Vivian, and asked, "When you reach level 5, you need a mount, right?"
But before Vivian could say anything, White Dragon Cyrus, who understood Zhao Xu's meaning, couldn't help opening his mouth and said: "The giant dragon clan is a people who can be killed and cannot be humiliated. How can they stoop to a weaker woman?"
Its noble white dragon, Cyrus, originally only meant to help these adventurers with errands and other tasks. It was completed once and for all, but why did it suddenly become a long-term mount
But as Cyrus spoke, he saw Antinoya's eyes becoming ethereal again, and his voice also became softer, and he whispered: "If you are willing to give me some reward, Cyrus can't accept this kind of grievance." .”
If Zhao Xu hadn't been sure that the player who joined the white dragon would have to start from a young dragon, otherwise he would have suspected that the white dragon had a player in his head.
If you let it continue, it will take thirty years to the east of Hedong and thirty years to the west of Hexi. Don't bully the young dragon.
He was obviously scared to death, so he couldn't help but be a little bit harsh, but before they could react, he immediately stopped being scared.
"how?"
Zhao Xu also looked back at Antinoya and listened to the other party's suggestions.
"Okay."
At this time, Antinoya walked forward directly until he was in front of the head of the white dragon Cyrus.
But compared to Antinoya, Cyrus' legs could not help shaking at this moment, as if he was facing the horror of life and death.
This made Zhao Xu couldn't help but wonder, could he have encountered a sick dragon
If you have to treat the other party later, then the gain outweighs the loss.
"You shout, Tiamat, the God of Killing Dragons."
Antinoya said lightly.
Suddenly, the white dragon Cyrus found that it had encountered the most difficult enemy in its life.
I have to go out tonight, so I’ll make up for it tomorrow.
(End of chapter)