amaotonovel Chapter 1439 Sirira, is this your partner?He is so small! (Goose 9 leader plus 7)
Chapter 1439 Sirira, is this your partner?He is so small! (Goose 9 leader plus 7)
Chapter 1439 Sirira, is this your partner?He is so small! (The lord of Yanjiu Alliance adds 7)
A long whistle shook the mountains.
Gretel suddenly looked up.At the same time, the canopy of the oak stick opened rapidly, the branches elongated, and the leaves grew at a speed as if they were popping out, layers upon layers, interlaced with each other——
As soon as Gretel raised his head, he saw a large green umbrella stretched out in his field of vision, from sparse to dense, covering the sky.The ends of the big umbrella were all bent down, and it felt as if it was going to wrap him honestly inside.
...Ashu, you are blocking my sight...
Before finishing a thought, a black and white brilliance flashed across his field of vision.Outside the crown of the tree, a little snake appeared, coiling around the entire tree in the shape of a giant python.
Wrap around the tree trunk, stop for a while, suddenly disappear, reappear, disappear again, shrink a circle, wrap around the tree trunk, disappear again...
What is it on the top!
What are you doing, little snake, as if you are facing a great enemy? Is that thing that rushed up from the crater your natural enemy?
While thinking about it, Gretel stepped out of the canopy, stretching out his hand to brush aside the drooping branches.
One stop outside, the trunk of the maple Sevilla was already close at hand, and the bright red crown opened even higher, covering his head like a red flag.
This... Sister Sevilla, you don't have to worry about me so much... The volcano over there is still far away from us, you don't need to put on a posture, and want to roll me away at any time...
The faces of the native soldiers who rushed over had changed.He brandished his spear and croaked and croaked at Gretel, and he didn't even have time to translate 【Language】—
Talking about how far the magicians of the council have traveled and how many languages they have collected. [Language proficiency] This spell can even translate what a group of natives say on such a remote island?
In short, the native warrior was extremely excited and spoke extremely fast.Relying on the stumbling translation of [Language Proficiency], Gretel finally understood something:
This island, this mountain, is under the protection of the gods.The mountain is a sacred mountain. The entire north slope and the south halfway up are the territory of the gods. Except for the gods' permission, no one is allowed to go up the mountain;
You can go up the mountain in the rainy season every year, and in the dry season, only the great witches who specialize in serving and offering sacrifices to the gods, and the warriors who patrol and guard the mountains can go up the mountain;
Now the outsiders are up the mountain!Outsiders have gone up the mountain!The gods on the mountain were angered, and the gods condemned!Look, it's starting to breathe fire...
Gretel didn't feel much tension.On the other side of the crater, although the roar was loud, he didn't feel any pressure.As for volcanic eruptions, huh, eruptions?
The strength of this eruption is not strong at all. Besides, even if it is a big eruption, he still has time to run at this distance...
Just thinking about it, the crown of the maple tree trembled and slowly shrunk.From twice the diameter of the oak tree, to only half the size, to the same size, the trunk slowly descends and retracts;
The oak tree shrank along with it, and changed back to the form of an oak stick, stretched out a branch, and put it on Gretel's shoulder.The oak stick then used the force to shrink upwards, swayed and shrunk to the size of a pencil, and slid into Gretel's breast pocket.
The wind at the foot of the mountain was strong, and Judian stepped on the treetops and shot up like a sharp arrow. A little farther away, Celera soared in the air, spread her wings, and flew towards it.
"I'm fine!"
Gretel couldn't help laughing, stood on tiptoe, and waved down the mountain.Sevilla branched out a branch, supported him, and lifted it up high.After waving his hands twice, he suddenly paused and turned his head upwards:
Whether it's You Dian or Cerilla, their attention is on him, but not all on him.On the top of the mountain, on the top of the mountain...
What's that on the top of the mountain?
What is that billowing smoke, that spewing flame, and that shadowy figure in the magma that burns all the way and ignites the vegetation all the way?
I didn't feel anything just now, but now it's getting more and more wrong... It seems that there is really something big...
"Gretel, go down first!" Judian passed by him like a wind, put down these words, and continued to rush up.With his words, the maple tree rose from the ground, rolled him and flew down the mountain.
The whole trunk of the tree turned sideways, shrinking into a boat two or three meters long, just enough to carry Gretel alone, and the two sides of the canopy spread out, turning into three pairs of green wings.
One pair is huge and wide, firmly supporting the airflow, and supporting the boat to slide down, while the other two pairs are narrow and flexible, flapping rapidly to speed up the boat.
Before Gretel could react, the wind was blowing around him, and he had passed two waterfalls from a slightly higher position halfway up the mountain, and floated directly to the side of Cerilla who was rushing up.
"Cerilla, what's on it?"
Gretel lay on the side of the boat and shouted.Above the head, the original shape of Cerilla's wings flapped vigorously, crossed him, and looked down at him:
"I don't know! It feels very familiar! Wait for me to take a look!"
"I'll go together!"
Gretel struggled to fly.Before he left the side of the boat, a branch wrapped around his waist and he dragged him down forcefully.Sevilla complained:
"Don't move around! It's tiring to protect you! It's smoke and fire, I don't want to stay in that kind of place! Go to the sea together and wait for their results!"
"Are you afraid of that thing?"
"Not afraid! But annoying!"
Maple answered confidently.Gretel couldn't help laughing:
Everything has a nemesis. For an ancient tree that is rooted in one place and cannot move until it reaches a high level, and it is not very convenient to move at a high level, flowing magma is probably the most annoying thing...
Well, since everyone is worried about him, as the weakest and least able to fight in the team, he'd better be honest.Thinking of this, Gretel relaxed his body and sat on the boat, turning his head and waving at Cerilla.
After swiping twice, there was a loud bang on the top of the mountain behind him.Gretel's eyes froze immediately:
In the crater, what is that thing that spews out? !
Not like flames!
Not like smoky!
Not even rocks!
Such a big lump, with smoke, fire, dripping magma rising high, and then rushing all the way down!
Wherever the magma dripped, a flame would ignite, and wherever the magma dripped, the trees would wither and the branches and leaves would burn!
What the hell is that huge, short, fat, clumsy, but powerful lump? !
Before he could understand, Cerilla had already raised her head and screamed.The clear, high-pitched roar of the dragon spread all over the field, shaking the peaks and waves.
Amidst the long howls, the huge flame also let out a corresponding long howl, a deep and thick howl:
"Cerilla! You are Cerilla! You...you have grown up, you have grown into a big girl!"
"It seems...it's all right." Severia gradually slowed down as she recognized the screams on the top of the mountain.Finally, I turned a corner and happily lay in a pool of blue waves at the foot of the mountain, shaking gently:
"There seems to be a dragon on it...Your Serila seems to know that dragon?"
Magma and flames continued to drip, and the black smoke slowly dispersed.Gretel finally saw that the one in mid-air was indeed a dragon——
Look at the dragon head, look at the wings, especially, look at the coercion, he is indeed a dragon.
It's because of her beauty that she was a few blocks away from Serila.
Celera is slender and slender, the dragon is thick and short, short and fat;
Cerilla's whole body is clean silver, and the dragon's body is not slick, and there are patches of dark red, which may be baked, or the magma is constantly dripping down;
The row of thorns on Cerilla's back was cold and cold. Let alone the thorns, the dragon's back was swollen here and there, like countless tumors...
The only thing that can be compared is that the two dragons are basically similar in stature, or in other words, in size.
The dragon dripping with magma flew around in the air, turned around and fell towards the crater.Cerilla circled around half a circle, turned back again, and shouted at Gretel with a smile:
"Gretel, come up with me! Become a dragon and come up!"
Gretel: ! ! !
It's only been a few days since I advanced to level 15, and I transformed into an adult silver dragon, which can only last for 5 minutes!
However, when Cerilla called, he could only bite the bullet and turn into a young silver dragon, flapping his wings and flying up.Cerilla stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking back from time to time, and just as he reached the top, the dragon in the crater poked its head out:
"Cerilla, is this your mate?—he is so small!"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Cerilla sprayed a cloud of cold mist into the crater.Compared with the full-strength breath of ice, this cloud of cold mist can only be regarded as a greeting, or a resounding "Bah":
Even so, the house-sized cold mist fell into the crater, and the tumbling magma immediately froze.With a crackling sound, large swaths of magma condensed into stones, and the bottom ones tumbling, and sprayed high into the sky:
"Gretel is human! This is his deformed form! How small! Did you forget that I should be as big as him!"
"That's right." The black red dragon sank into the magma, rolled over comfortably, and brought up more sparks to spray upwards.It stuck its head out of the magma again, looking up and down at Cerilla:
"Cerilla, I remember that you are much younger than me. You should only be 50... 60... no, more than 70, right? How did you grow up so fast?"
"I'm amazing!" Cerilla puffed out her chest proudly.Turned around on the spot and turned to Gretel:
"Grete, let me introduce you, this is Gerson de los Santos Fitzgerald, the lava dragon. I used to live very close to our home, and I often fished things from the volcano..."
Oh!
Gretel raised his eyebrows vigorously.Volcanoes often spew out some good things, such as gold nuggets, such as silver nuggets, such as various gemstones...
Being able to roam freely in the magma and fish out things from it is really an ability that most dragons envy, no wonder Cerilla has such a deep impression on him!
"Mr. Gersen, hello." He nodded politely to the other party.The lava dragon poked out a little more from the magma, and looked him up and down:
"Cerilla says you're a healer? The very good one?—then, can you do me a favor?"
(End of this chapter)