Chapter 1151 Swallowing the Moonlight Dragon!
In the long-abandoned ruins, Witt and Leger stared at each other.
Yes, Leger hadn't left yet.
The two dragons stared at each other for a long time, and Witt sighed helplessly. He finally chose to give in.
"Well, who told you to be farther away? I'll give you the teleportation magic circle!"
Leger glanced at Witt.
"I've always thought so. What's more, I came here to help you, so I won't be grateful for your humility this time!"
After that, Leger activated the teleportation magic circle, then flew into the teleportation cave and disappeared in front of Witt.
Witt rolled his eyes and said nothing more. He watched Leger leave, and then continued to observe until the teleportation magic circle was hidden by the space hiding magic circle again, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he turned and flew outside.
The teleportation magic circle was not broken, but the elemental power stored in it for more than 8,000 years was consumed.
Well, Witt almost forgot that the last time he used this teleportation magic circle to go to Hemerland, the elemental power accumulated in the teleportation magic circle was already running low.
More than ten years ago, Redek and Piaowu also left with the help of this teleportation magic circle.
They were two legends, and Piaowu was a dragon legend.
How could there be too much elemental power left in this teleportation magic circle?
And the fact is that if it were just him, the teleportation magic circle could indeed be used for a while, but Leige was a high-ranking legend, and his goal was also the distant Scorching City.
The remaining elemental power was just enough for Leige to use.
Witt couldn't let Leige fly back to the Scorching City, and Leige had no intention of being polite to him.
So, he could only fly to Hemerland by himself now.
Flying out of the ruins, looking at the yellow sand all over the sky, Witt sighed, and then flew eastward.
He didn't reject this way of traveling.
After all, he has only recently used the teleportation magic circle to travel. In the past, it took hundreds of years to travel!
Witt hates traveling alone!
When this thought came to his mind, Witt couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then laughed at himself.
Unexpectedly, traveling with those guys often made him picky.
Shaking his head, Witt determined the direction of Hemerland and started the idle mode.
A dragon can also be idle, that is, a small part of the attention is divided to control the body to fly in a specific direction, and most of the remaining attention is to focus on other things that can be solved by thinking.
For a dragon, there are too many things that can be done just by thinking, such as absorbing elements, practicing (learning) magic, improving magic circles, and so on!
What Witt has to do now is to learn new magic.
Of course, learning is actually thinking about how to integrate new magic into his own combat system.
When Witt traveled alone in the past, he was still able to ensure his rapid growth, relying on this "idle mode"!
Time flies!
If it was just a normal flight, for Witt, the abandoned ruins would only be three to four years away from Hemerland.
However, this time, an accident occurred.
...
Night!
In the cloudless night sky, the moon, like a silver wheel, hung low in the sky, and the bright moonlight illuminated the entire desert.
The nocturnal dragon beasts took advantage of the time period without the scorching sun to start activities to maintain their own vital signs, that is, hunting and eating.
In such a beautiful environment, there is a strong murderous intent hidden.
Suddenly, a strong breath came from far to near, whether it was hunting or trying to escape the fate of being hunted, they all stopped their actions.
It was as if someone pressed the pause button.
A huge figure with silver light in the moonlight, from far to near and then far away, flew quickly from high altitude.
Until the breath on the other party disappeared completely, the world that seemed to be suspended in time was restarted, the hunter continued to hunt, and the hunted continued to struggle.
Needless to say, this dragon is Witt!
"Huh?"
Witt, who was flying and trying to improve the magic circle, uttered a light "Huh?" Then all his attention was taken over his body, and then he stopped.
Originally, Witt should not stop at this time, but a unique breath blocked the way ahead.
If he continued to fly, he would definitely hit it.
Witt came back to his senses and felt the breath carefully, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Strange but familiar breath.
This made him hesitate.
The other party was a dragon, a dragon with a realm similar to his.
Under normal circumstances, when encountering such a situation, Witt would choose to bypass the other party, after all, this is the wild.
And in the real wild, just like the experience of Carlock's mother, you never know when you will meet a dragon that inexplicably stares at you.
So, avoiding is the best choice.
But the familiar feeling brought to him by this strange breath was like a cat's claw, constantly scratching his heart, as if urging him to go over and take a look.
"When the realm is similar..."
He is not afraid of any dragon!
Witt seemed to have found a reason to convince himself, and then continued to fly forward with a curious look on his face.
Of course, he did not restrain his breath.
When encountering a strange dragon and the other party did not discover him, completely restraining his breath is not a synonym for friendship, but preparation for hunting.
Witt was thinking while flying.
The other party did not seem to notice him, and did not react to his approach, and even his breath did not fluctuate at all.
Witt's mouth grinned.
It feels like a giant dragon with little experience in surviving in the wild!
Which dragon's nest did this "cute" run out of?
While thinking this, Witt continued to approach, and as he approached, a unique breath became more and more obvious in his perception.
As for the owner of this breath, it was not the dragon, but a force.
In fact, the familiarity that Witt felt was not the giant dragon, but the power leaked by the other party.
"What is it?"
Witt's memory was a little fuzzy, and he couldn't remember where he had seen this power.
Fortunately, this vague feeling that made the dragon uncomfortable soon got an answer.
A dark purple dragon, with its head raised and its mouth open, kept swallowing the moon in the night sky.
A silvery white, rich moonlight like a streamer, seemed to have turned into substance, and as the purple dragon swallowed, it poured into his body.
And what gave Witt a sense of familiarity was the swallowed moonlight...