Chapter 2662 Some Are Happy and some Are Worried

As expected, with a slap from Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, this Adventurer's Guild will become history.

But reality slapped him hard in the face.

Not only was the slap not pleasant, it was blocked by the magic light ball gathered by a group of paladins. Then the adventurer holding Seren's dragon bone wand, without saying a word, raised his hand and cast another fire attribute magic.

This magic has been condensed for a long time. It is a kind of ultimate move. It is very powerful and directly burns the center of the dragon's claw.

The pain is still a trivial matter. Not only was he provoked by the ant-like human beings, but he even burned himself. The Tyrannosaurus Rex King couldn't swallow this humiliation.

So the Tyrannosaurus King was completely furious and dealt a heavy blow to the Adventurer's Guild.

Originally, this output would definitely turn every adventurer present into a piece of shit, but at the critical moment, the support of ‘Ants’ arrived.

A group of Celestials, plus a group of forest elves, cut into the battlefield with fierce force, not only blocking the Tyrannosaurus King's attack, but also creating an attack opportunity for the holder of Seren's Dragon Bone Wand.

In short, after this battle, Bakar remembered three things.

First, forest fairies are not easy to mess with.

Secondly, the Tian clan people have good talents in mechanical weapons, especially in firearms.

Thirdly, the bones of that bastard Seren were actually made into a wand, and he burned the Dragon King several times. He remembered this humiliation.

Although the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar didn't write this down in his notebook, he couldn't resist the dragons' good memory!

This happened hundreds of millions of years ago, and Bakar still holds a grudge, and used the excuse of helping me to send the king of the pterodactyl tribe, Flame Dragon Breath Seren, as a pet.

I really don’t know if it’s because the Dragon Clan’s self-esteem is too strong, or if Bakar is too small-minded.

The book returns to its true story.

Mr. Taylor lay on the ground with his eyes closed, motionless, not knowing whether to live or die.

Worried, I came closer and took a breath before settling down.

The old man was just over-exhausted, exhausted, and comatose. His vital signs were very stable, his heartbeat and pulse were strong, and even the amount of breath he exhaled was larger than that of other old men.

Looking at the punctured dragon claw of Evil Dragon Spitz, most of it was healed in just a few minutes. The wounds that were constantly leaking blood have been sealed, and the wounds that penetrate deep into the bone have also grown. New granulation.

While restoring the vitality of the giant claw, a golden halo continued to flow out from the wound and dissipated in the air.

I looked at the scene curiously, and Spitz saw my reaction and explained: "This is the residue of light magic."

I nodded seriously. In fact, I had no idea what the light attribute magic residue was. The only thing I could be sure of was that its effect was similar to that of a foreign object. If it was hidden in a wound, it would cause discomfort to the patient.

After cleaning and treating for about a quarter of an hour, until the golden halo no longer seeped out of the crack, Evil Dragon Spitz stopped using magic to heal himself and relied on the body's healing power to heal itself.

He lowered his head, stared at Taylor for a while, snorted, and said to himself: "As expected of a strong human being who was arrogant among the others back then. He is still so old and can still use such methods."

"Looking at the tone, the old man has used the same method to fight you before?" I asked in surprise.

Evil Dragon Spitz ignored the onlookers and said to me: "I think he used this trick to contain me at the beginning."

"Is it just a diversion?" I asked a little disappointed.

"You seem very disappointed," Spitz said with a half-smile, "Do you think you can kill a powerful dragon with these methods alone?"

I scratched my head and chuckled, "Of course I didn't think so, I just thought it was a bit too much for such a powerful move to be unable to even hit you hard."

"It's so duplicitous, isn't it?" Spitz added with a smirk.

I nodded awkwardly.

To be honest, isn’t that what it is?

The power of this move, not to mention breaking mountains and breaking seas, at least caused a small earthquake. At first, I thought that after this move, the evil dragon Spitz would turn into a three-clawed dragon, and once it became a three-clawed dragon Dragon, I have the ability to trick him into giving up this body and making a new one.

However, the facts disappointed me. Not to mention cutting off the claws, I didn't even disable them. At most, the flesh on the dragon claws was pricked to pieces, and the injuries were severe in a small area and minor injuries in a large area.

Even if you ignore it and rest for three to five days, you will be cured.

And that's not even what disappoints me the most.

What really hurt my soul was that even though the old man had tried his best, he still couldn't cut off one of Spitz's claws. The plan I designed in my mind to collect Spitz's body and develop a weapon outer armor completely fell through. null.

Unconsciously sighing in my heart, I leaned down, carried Mr. Taylor on my back, and said goodbye to the old Duke.

Seeing that I was about to leave, the old Duke quickly said something to persuade me to stay: "Don't go back in a hurry. It's not too late to stay here for a few days before leaving."

"No." I shook my head with a wry smile and said, "I don't want to be put under house arrest by you."

The old Duke blushed, coughed dryly, and said: "How could it be? I invite you with full sincerity. I hope we can go back to the city and have a drink together."

"The reason I came here is to take the old man back. I will postpone other matters for a while. When I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely go to the banquet."

The old Duke naturally understood the metaphor. From now on, this is just a kind of polite refusal, which is to tell you clearly: I don't believe you, and it is impossible to drink and chat with you.

The polite words were of no use anymore. In desperation, the old Duke had no choice but to get straight to the point: "What about the disaster?"

"Please don't worry, His Majesty will contact you through the communication crystal at the adventurer base."

I responded politely.

"But I remember that you are in charge of the diplomatic department."

"As you heard, that's it. However, the disaster response strategy has been upgraded to the military and even the highest authority of the country. I am only responsible for diplomacy and this aspect is not under my control. You should still think about how to tell His Majesty. Bar."

After saying that, he came to Spitz, placed Taylor on the heart of one of the spread dragon claws, raised his head and said to Spitz, "Please."

Spitz didn't say much. He held Taylor with his left paw and me with his right paw. He flapped his wings and soared into the sky. Under the gaze of the old Duke and a group of adventurers, he disappeared into the sky.

This day was a huge celebration for Moonlight City, as they welcomed back the elder who was under house arrest.

Although the identity of the elder is human race, so what?

The elders are representatives of the highest power core in Moonlight City. Any one of them under house arrest will be a shame to the entire Moonlight City!

Unlike the festive Moonlight City, this day was the worst day in Dashai City, second only to the discovery of the source of disaster.