Chapter 201 The Bound White Dragon

Mantou looked at the helpless and furious two-headed dragon monster outside the cave entrance with a sly smile, not caring whether the monster could understand the common language or not.

"Hehe, I just like to see you looking at me and not being able to beat me."

"Aren't you going to eat me?"

Singo ignored him directly, frowned slightly, and said to Tiansheng Zhan Kuang beside him:

"Zhan Kuang, do you feel it? That monster is afraid."

"The current situation can be called a fox borrowing the power of the tiger. We are the fox, and what about the tiger behind?"

Tiansheng Zhan Kuang nodded solemnly and hesitated:

"You mean there may be a more terrifying existence in this passage that can make this dragon monster dare not approach.

"That is definitely not something we can defeat."

Singo stared at the deep passage, but showed an extremely excited smile: "However, extreme risks are often accompanied by extreme returns. Now that you are here, do you dare to gamble?"

Tiansheng Zhan Kuang touched his bald head and laughed: "I couldn't ask for more. "

"Mantou, let's go."

Mantou, who was verbally attacking the two-headed dragon monster, came to his senses and followed with an "oh".

This passage was still made of black metal, reflecting a little cold light under the swaying candlelight, and ordinary creatures could not break it at all.

But the three saw that the metal wall was full of deep claw marks, each of which was several meters long, and there were dense depressions on the surface where teeth had pierced. There were even several pieces of metal walls that were directly knocked in several feet, leaving deep pits with a diameter of nearly five meters.

The ground was scattered with long-dried blood and broken white scales.

It is hard to imagine what kind of monster caused this, and how fierce the battle had taken place here.

Singo was walking in the front. He turned his head and spoke softly, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Everyone, if I am not mistaken, there is probably a dragon imprisoned in here! "Hiss——" Mantou took a breath of cold air. He didn't say much, but just went back the same way, picked up all the scattered scales, counted them carefully, and then ran back happily, with a face full of joy of a good harvest. "Why are you looking at me?" "This is a rare and good material, dropped from the dragon! If you don't want it, there are many people who want it. When the time comes, I will sell it to the group of suckers of magic coins, and I will definitely make a lot of money." Singo held his forehead and sighed lightly. "Okay." "Now we have to discuss countermeasures. With just a few of us level 4 little Karami, how can we face a giant dragon?" Suddenly, the air was quiet. Mantou stammered: "Or... let's go home? ”

After all, since the internal test, players have only one reference for dragons - the red dragon Cassius.

The performance of this well-known camp leader in the Battle of Trier can only be described as "exaggerated". The fire tornado that could be called a natural disaster easily burned tens of thousands of troops to ashes. The video of that war was even uploaded to the video website, and the barrage was full of "budgets are burning".

And in the "Glacier Destruction War" that just ended, this red dragon also showed overwhelming strength, set off a black storm covering half of the Valhalla Glacier, and almost destroyed the Frost Giant tribe alone.

Low-level professionals like them are just a negligible number for this level of existence.

The natural warrior laughed heartily: "Since you are here, even if you die, you have to see it."

Singo turned his head to look at Mantou and said provocatively: "If you don't dare to go, just go home."

Mantou knew that this was a provocation, but he still blew his nose and glared: "Let's go, whoever dares not to go will be a grandson."

"Okay. "

The three of them walked deeper.

The further they walked, the more they could feel an invisible sense of oppression.

That kind of oppression was inevitable, it was the inevitable nature of dragon vein magic, coming from the depths of their blood, making them feel a tremor from the heart.

Dragon.

Only a real dragon can cause such a degree of oppression to the lower ones.

As if sensing the arrival of everyone, a suppressed low roar came from the passage. The voice was hoarse, as if it came from the depths of the throat, with an indescribable chill, giving people goose bumps all over.

Singo had cold sweat on his forehead, but he managed to keep calm.

"Keep going."

"It should be there."

Everyone entered the spacious cave, and the view in front of them suddenly became clear.

Mantou widened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"It really is"

"Dragon. "

In a wide hall with a radius of several hundred meters, a white dragon was entrenched in the center.

It was covered with shimmering pure white scales, and its huge body, nearly fifteen meters long, was quite sturdy, with a short neck and a thick tail.

The dragon's head had a smooth outline, a small and sharp beak-like part on the nose, and a protruding chin. There was a crown on the head supported by thorns that curved backwards. On its hideous head, there were scaly cheeks, prickly drooping flesh, and some teeth that protruded when the mouth was closed.

-This is the most typical white dragon, the bottom of the five-color dragons, but it is still an existence that countless mortals look up to, enough to bring a catastrophe to a northern town.

But at this moment, the white dragon looked quite miserable. Under it was a complicated magic circle, and its body was tightly entangled by countless intangible magic chains, unable to move at all. Nearly a hundred needles passed through the gaps in the scales and deeply inserted into various parts of its body, continuously delivering the precious dragon blood to the instrument.

The huge dragon body was scarred, hundreds of scales on its sides were peeled off, and the flesh inside was roughly dug out, leaving several deep pits with red blood on its body.

There were all kinds of experimental instruments scattered on the ground, including knives, needles, and bone saws, which were obviously tested on this white dragon one by one.

However, even though it suffered such torture, the white dragon still maintained an unimaginable strong vitality. Although it was in a dormant state, the dull beating of its heart echoed in the hall, and the cold air exhaled from its long breath made people's scalp numb.

Mantou tiptoed and approached carefully, only to see a metal plate standing in front of the white dragon.

Unlike what they saw before, the metal plate had hideous bite marks, mottled bloodstains and broken cracks, but after repairing it, it was still placed there.

No. 1: [White Dragon "Tinya"]

"She is so beautiful"

"I am intoxicated by her sleeping, and even more obsessed with her violent struggle. If there is no spell to stop her, the claws will definitely tear me to pieces."

"Ah, this is the most perfect sample, allowing me to embark on a great evolutionary existence, a white dragon with a thin ancestral bloodline. - Wagner, January 1, 1346 of the Third Age"