Chapter 102 Witt's Abnormality!

Miles gave in!

But he felt quite aggrieved in his heart!

Not to mention, Werther's fighting style was changed only after his reminder.

The most important thing is that he actually surrendered to a dragon that was more than sixty years younger than him. He was still watching the young dragon when the age difference had the greatest impact on his strength. This alone was enough to make him depressed for a long time.

He blew on the several wounds on his body. Covered by solid ice, the wounds no longer bled.

Then he walked towards Werther who stopped moving.

Of course, he didn't forget to cast warning glances at the guys around him who laughed loudly at him after seeing him deflated!

Arriving in front of Werther, Miles twitched the corner of his mouth when he looked at the bright red blood on Werther's horn.

"You win this time!

But that's just because the dragon scales on your body have stronger defense, and I can't break your defense.

wait until……"

Miles, who was about to continue speaking, was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then sighed helplessly.

This guy is more than sixty years younger than him. When he learned the middle magic, Witte was still a young dragon. How could he, a juvenile dragon, challenge a young dragon? The academy wouldn't let him!

And when Werther reaches adolescence, God knows how far the other person's shaping magic has reached after such a long time.

It's uncertain, even the mid-range magic can't break through the opponent's dragon scale defense.

But soon, Miles felt much better again.

Because he realized that it was not him who should have trouble with Werther, but the dragon who was about the same age as Werther.

With his huge size and the "sturdiness" of his shaping magic, Werther will become a nightmare for young dragons of the same age!

Seeing the expression of sadness and joy on Miles's face, Werther felt a little baffled.

"Are you okay?"

He wouldn't have his head broken by me, but I didn't hit his head either!

Werther's words brought Miles back from his thoughts.

"I'm fine. I just need to go to Boko's place to take care of these injuries. Also, I'm sorry, I said that to you before, but now it seems that I am a little arrogant!"

Hearing this, Werther smiled sheepishly.

"There is nothing to apologize for. What's more, you are right. Facing you who have much more fighting experience than me, I still choose that fighting method. I deserve to be scolded!"

That's what he said, but Miles took the initiative to come over and apologize, which also made Werther's favor for him improve again!

"Okay, let's not talk anymore. I'm going to take care of the wound first. If we have time in the future, let's fight again. To be honest, your combat experience is indeed a bit lacking.

We are about the same size, and if we fight once in a while, you and I will both improve a lot! "

For such a proposal, Werther naturally wanted it.

He will be using melee combat for a long time in the future, and in terms of melee combat, the five-color dragon is not a little bit stronger than the metal dragon.

In the battle just now, Witt's chance to attack Miles was actually extremely limited. Most of the time, he was beaten and then exchanged injuries for injuries, forcing Miles to retreat.

If he can learn melee combat with Miles, his strength will be greatly improved.

Watching Miles leave, Witte glanced at the young dragons watching around him, and then flew towards the dragon's lair.

Arriving at the stone corridor on the sixth floor, just as Werther was about to enter, a drop of already slightly viscous blood slipped from his face.

The greasy feeling made Werther's pupils shrink involuntarily!

Only then did he remember that his dragon horns must be stained with Miles' dragon blood.

When he thought of this, Werther felt uncomfortable all over!

At this moment, he didn't care whether Celine and the others were sleeping or not, and flew into the dragon's lair like a storm.

In fact, Celine and the others were already asleep.

But Werther didn't care about anything, and flew directly in front of Billy who was snoring, then opened Billy's wings, pulled out his head, and shook it crazily!

Billy opened his eyes blankly, and then saw a head covered in blood.

The sudden fright made Billy roar out, and then... Celine and the others were all woken up!

However, when they saw Werther, whose head was "full of blood," they ignored Billy and hurriedly surrounded him and examined him anxiously.

After a while, Werther and Billy obediently lay down in front of Celine's three dragons.

Billy lowered his head, facing the anger of the three dragons being woken up, but he was also forcibly pulled up, so he was very sleepy now. The scoldings of Celine and the others were like Moore flying in his ears. Silongmon, he is even more sleepy!

And Billy's "unrepentant" attitude made Celine and the others angry, and their scolding voices became even more urgent!

Poor Werther was lying on the side, with his head covered with dragon's blood, feeling as uncomfortable as tens of thousands of invisible bugs, scratching, biting, and crawling around on his body!

What?

Was Billy implicated by him?

Then he is not pitiful!

But Werther couldn't bear it anymore and looked up directly at Ao.

"Give me a blast of lava breath!"

Witte's words made Sanlong, who was furiously verbalizing Billy, suddenly stunned.

After venting his anger, Ao had actually lost most of his anger. Looking at Werther who was looking at him eagerly, he couldn't help but scratch his head.

"Well, although I was really angry when you woke me up, I don't need to use breath as punishment!"

Witt was anxious!

"Stop talking nonsense, come at me!"

While saying this, Witt crawled towards Ao, which frightened Ao back a few steps.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Dinnett, who just said a few words casually, vented his dissatisfaction a little, and then watched the show, thought for a while, and then suddenly said: "Ao, give Witt a breath, towards the head!"

Hearing this, Witt immediately looked at Dinnett with gratitude, and then looked at Ao with expectation.

After Ao glanced at Dinnett, he hesitated a little, and then...

"Heh...teh..."

A small breath fell on Witt's head.

He knew that Dinnett was not as harmless as he looked. Several times, the other party had been secretly stirring up trouble from behind, but that was just a small matter. When it came to big things, Dinnett was still very reliable.

And now, Witt was obviously a little abnormal, and Dinnett would not make trouble for such things.

Sure enough, he saw that after Witt's breath landed on his head, he rubbed it by himself, especially the dragon horn.

Under the high temperature of the lava breath, the blood on Witt's head quickly coagulated and carbonized, and then rubbed it again, and soon, the blood on Witt's head was dealt with.

And after no longer feeling the sticky feeling on his head, Witt finally became normal.

Then, his face turned black!

He had problems again!

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