Chapter 321 Golden Apple

It is different from the blue and pure island of Avalon.

According to the lady, the island bordering the underworld was lifeless, just like the wasteland behind the curtain, only a few scattered and dead plants were placed on the soil.

There are two huge auras on the island.

One is full of life, which is incompatible with this small island, and the other has a mixed atmosphere, walking non-stop, with heavy and rumbling footsteps. When he stepped on the island, he could even feel the ground tremble slightly under his feet.

Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and moved forward quietly.

A medium-sized apple tree came into view, with lush branches and leaves, and the crown grew into a perfect semicircle without pruning.

There was only one fruit on it, a golden and attractive golden apple.

The creature that made the heavy footsteps hovered over it.

It was a magical creature Harry had never seen before.

It has a body several times larger than that of a fire dragon, a pair of wings that fit tightly together, and a tail, like a steel whip, which almost catches up with the size of a basilisk.

The most important thing is the head.

It has a hundred heads, some of which are wrapped around the golden apple tree, some of which are dozing and resting, and the rest of the heads are propped up and dangling on the body like balloons.

Upside down octopus.

He rummaged through his memory and found it in a corner.

Radon, the hundred-headed dragon, is a mythical magical creature that guards the golden apples.

It's a dragon.

Harry dug out the Dragon Beast Oil, carefully applied it on the Snakebone Sword, and also applied some on the Gryffindor Sword. Then he took out a bottle of Thunder Potion, unscrewed the cap, and drank it in one gulp.

He raised his wand.

The magic power is surging, the sky is changing, the strong wind is rolling up, the dark clouds are surging, the thunder is rolling, there is a burst of crashing, and the rainstorm suddenly falls.

Radon raised his head, flew high, and headed towards the clouds.

It is very puzzled.

In this place where the underworld and Gensokyo border, how can it rain for no reason.

Harry approached cautiously, stayed at the nearest place, put the Quinn shield on himself, and waved his wand.

Boom!

Beside Ladon, those dead trees twisted and turned into thick and long steel chains, bound its body, and pulled it down fiercely, pulling it slightly with a huge force.

The legendary magical creature is not that fragile, at least it cannot be restrained by this level of strength.

Several heads neighed at the same time, and the sound of each head was different.

Sharp, piercing!

Not just shouts!

It is also an attack.

Harry could feel his heart beating faster, his eardrums pulsating, and his eyes flushed with blood.

He flicked his wand again.

The floating spell lifted itself up, jumped lightly, and jumped towards Radon's body, took off the invisibility cloak, and sliced ​​off several heads with a sword.

Snake bones and swords are sharp, and dragon head oil is also effective for them.

Cut off with a sword.

Several huge heads fell to the ground, and the wound oozed miserable bright red blood.

Radon howled in pain.

With its head intertwined and its long neck dangling, it snapped and bit at Harry.

As a mythical creature that guards the golden apple, it is very powerful. Regardless of its speed, strength, and reflexes, Harry has never seen a more difficult creature than it.

The vitality is extremely strong.

It wasn't until the last head was cut off that its breath of life was completely terminated, and its huge body crashed to the ground.

Harry was out of breath.

Taking a look at the Snake Bone Sword, the effect of the Dragon Head Oil had been lost as early as when he cut off two-thirds of his head.

It's cunning.

Quen's shield was broken two or three times, and the armor body was replenished several times.

But in the end it kills it.

Harry put away his sword, took out the potion, and smeared white fresh on the wound. Instead of rushing to dissect the material, he walked under the apple tree, raised his hand on tiptoe, and picked off the golden apple.

It has the most perfect shape an apple can have.

Round and full.

The smell was so strong that it beckoned Harry.

Without hesitation, Harry put it away, and continued to search in the crevices of the apple tree, trying to find a second golden apple, but found nothing, there was only this one on the tree.

He was slightly taken aback, remembering what the lady said.

She doesn't look forward to, nor does she feel that she can get more golden apples. It's not that she feels incapable, but she knows that there is only one fruit?

Harry shook his head.

He pulled out his dagger, scraped away the floating soil under the golden apple tree, found the root system, and stabbed it.

With a bang—the dagger snapped.

As for the root system, only the floating soil was shaken down, not even the bark was broken.

Harry raised his eyebrows, replaced the snake bone dagger, and stabbed fiercely again.

With a clicking sound, the snake bone dagger also snapped.

It is very hard and indestructible.

Harry pulled out his wand and cast the Cutting Charm at it, milky white sap flowed out, exuding a fragrance, but the root system was only cut a small hole, not completely severed.

After chanting several cutting spells in a row, Harry managed to cut off a small piece.

I'm going to pick it up, put it in the sorting hat, and take it back to discuss with Professor Sprout about how to grow golden apple trees. As soon as the hand was stretched out, the small root system immediately withered, shrinking and drying visibly with the naked eye, and turned into a dead branch in the blink of an eye.

The source of vitality of the golden apple tree is not the root system?

Harry stood up and plucked a leaf.

The leaves, like the roots, turn into dead leaves in the blink of an eye.

The same is true for bark and branches. After leaving the golden apple tree, the only one that can maintain its vitality is the golden apple.

Is it because of its properties as a magical plant?

Or is it because it is close to the Netherland, and the breath of death is infested, so that the small part that leaves the tree has to wither quickly?

Harry was very helpless, so he could only use a bottle to fill some milky white liquid from the root system, put those dead branches on it, and walked towards Radon's body, at least he still had some gains.

Radon's flesh, scales, and leather should all be excellent magic materials.

he walked over.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and there was an ominous atmosphere on Radon's body, which was related to death. The head chopped off by Harry was annihilated into dust, and it was slowly blending into the island.

On the neck wound, flesh and blood squirmed, and shreds of meat and blood vessels grew out.

The blood began to flow again, the heart began to beat again.

Is it to be resurrected?

Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak, hid behind the golden apple tree, and studied it.

Almost ten minutes later.

Radon was revived again, with a hundred heads shaking, but it didn't seem to have the memory of the past, it didn't show anger at all, it stepped on its feet, and patrolled the island.

really revived.

Harry was a little surprised.

Soon, he couldn't care less about being surprised by Radon's resurrection, a breath attracted him, and when he raised his head, a green apple sprouted on the branch, growing and ripening at a speed visible to the naked eye, blinking a few times, it A flash of golden light began to glow from the top.

The golden apples came out again.

Harry hid quietly, waiting for the apples to ripen.

But things don't always go that smoothly.

Radon flew over with one head, wrapped around the tree, and held the golden apple tightly with two heads.

Although it has no previous memory, the experience is still there.

It can't see through the hiding of the invisibility cloak, but it knows that someone can be invisible, and it can hide its own eyes, so it needs to protect the golden apple better.

Harry sighed softly, it seems that if he wants to get the golden apple, he has to kill Radon again.

He waved his wand.

This time it was more strenuous than the last time. Although the effect of the thunder potion had not disappeared, Radon became stronger after being resurrected once.

Like the phoenix, death brings it back to life, stronger.

Harry glanced at the golden apple tree. The apples were not quite ripe yet.

He swung his wand and began cutting up Radon's body.

Since it will be resurrected.

Isn't that an infinite supply of materials?

However, the result was similar to that of a golden apple tree. When the skin, scales, and flesh left the corpse, it immediately rotted, and finally turned into a black and smelly muddy water that merged into the island.

There is no way to draw material from it.

Harry could only pick off the second golden apple, put on the invisibility cloak, and wait for the third golden apple to ripen.

When a tiny apple blossom bloomed, Radon's body also had the same breath as before.

It has come to life again.

The second resurrection became stronger, and the increase this time was far better than the increase brought by the first resurrection.

It was even more difficult for Harry to kill it. The Thunder Potion was ineffective, making the hunt even more difficult. The first two times were minor injuries, but this time, his arm was pulled out with a long, deep and hideous wound.

Get the third golden apple.

Harry looked at it reluctantly, and left without hesitation.

It's not that he thinks that if Radon grows up, he won't be able to beat him. As long as he takes another bottle of thunder potion, he can kill the hundred-headed dragon two or three times, and he can get two or three golden apples—but Harry deeply remembered that his purpose was to save Geralt and Yennefer.

The goal has been achieved, and two more golden apples are an unexpected harvest.

And outside, in Avalon.

There is also an opponent who needs to be treated carefully-Voldemort, which is a very difficult enemy.

The witcher's potion should not be taken in large quantities in a short period of time.

He got into the boat.

The boat sank heavily, went upstream and floated.

Almost immediately, he was brought back to the original ferry.

Harry walked back, down the long narrow path, up to the wall, back into the room.

"Tom Riddle." He paused, looking at the men in the room, and the tortured, pale woman crouching at his feet. "And that lady, I was amazed."

"When did you become so powerful."

"The fairies of Avalon will kneel at your feet."

Voldemort shook his head: "Mr. Potter, I don't like your title, can you change it?"

"Such as calling me the Dark Lord, or Master?"

"Of course, so can Voldemort."

"Mysterious Man is the worst and worst choice."

"Okay Tom, no problem Tom." Harry nodded, expressionless.

Voldemort's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly smiled brightly: "Potter, you are not as smart as you think, and you are treated like a fool."

"Before starting the game, may I tell you a little secret?"