Chapter 5 You Are Not a Silver Dragon

"Where's your magic?"

Hearing this, Werther looked at Winters with a blank expression.

"Magic? What magic?"

"..."

Seeing Werther's innocent and confused look, Winters didn't know what to say for a moment.

There is no doubt that dragons are magical creatures!

Even five-color dragons like her, who are best at melee combat, are still magical creatures.

Among the dragons, there are only some types of earthly dragons that are not classified as magical creatures.

Is it possible that this little dragon is not a purebred silver dragon?

Thinking like this, Winters put his head in front of his paws, and then looked at Werther carefully while using his mental power to explore Werther's body.

However, after a moment, Winters became even more confused.

All the detailed features on his body clearly told her that Werther was a pure silver dragon!

However, whether it is muscle strength or the extremely weak elemental reaction, it is shown that Witte should be an earthly dragon that is good at physical strength and has no magical talent!

Is it because the silver dragon's blood concentration is relatively high?

But this isn’t right either!

The silver dragon has the best magical talent among the metal dragons. This can be seen from its slimmer body than other metal dragons.

Moreover, the silver dragon is the only one among the five metal dragons that is compatible with the water element, but can cast magic of other attributes. The other four metal dragons can only use magic corresponding to the affinity element. .

If Witte's Silver Dragon bloodline had a high concentration, then his reaction to the elements would not be as it is now, almost non-existent, including the Silver Dragon's water element affinity!

However, if the blood concentration of the earthly dragon species in Witte's body is high, then the wings behind him should degenerate or even stop growing at all!

Because earth dragons don’t have wings!

Why?

Just as Winters stared at Werther, thinking non-stop, trying to find a reasonable explanation, Werther's heart began to beat crazily as the other person's thinking time lengthened.

Of course, what he is thinking about now is not his physical problems!

Although physical problems are important, the biggest problem should still be survival!

A unique little dragon is equivalent to a unique experimental material. In these worlds, there does not exist such an extremely cruel experiment called biochemistry!

In addition, even if it is not reduced to experimental material, will a dragon without magic really be accepted by this group of dragons that can use magic?

But Werther secretly tested it several times, and he really couldn't feel the power called magic.

Speaking of which, is the magic here the same as the magic in online articles?

If it is the same, does this mean that he will not be able to obtain that gorgeous and powerful power in the future?

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little regretful for no reason!

wrong!

Damn it, now is not the time to think about this!

Winters, who was thinking about what kind of situation Werther was in, accidentally caught a glimpse of Werther whose expression was constantly changing, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment!

Looking at that moment full of gloom, now full of hope, now despair, etc., all kinds of expressions are constantly changing. Is this really what a newly born little dragon can do?

Winters suddenly felt that she should have a good talk with this little dragon named Werther!

However, before that...

"Witt! Can you give me a drop of your blood?"

On the other side, his mind had slipped like stepping on a banana peel. Werther, who was considering whether the legendary world of the dead existed, finally realized after hearing these words that he was not killed yet!

However, if I want a drop of blood... Werther looked at his paw, uh... he couldn't use it!

Then, his eyes searched his body for a long time, and finally landed on the tail at the back that didn't quite obey his command!

A few minutes later, when Winters was even a little impatient, Werther finally gritted his teeth, lightly scratched the tip of his tail with his claws, and then squeezed out a drop, uh... a trace of blood, and then a His face looked at Winters expectantly!

Winters looked at Werther ghostly.

Is this thing really a giant dragon?

With this thought in her mind, Winters used her mental power to control the bloodshot that was completely invisible to her, and sent it into her mouth!

Well, I can barely analyze it!

After a moment, Winters's huge dragon eyes shrank sharply, and then he looked at Werther in astonishment.

This painful dragon-throwing thing turned out to be a purebred dragon, and its bloodline was purer than hers!

But the strange thing is that she can't tell the race of this bloodline at all.

Is there really a starry sky dragon?

How is that possible!

She shook her head to shake this ridiculous idea out of her mind. Then, her eyes fell on Werther again, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Little guy, in your inherited memory, is there you?" What does your father or mother look like?”

When Witte heard this, he was about to say no, but at this moment, two figures appeared in the depths of his mind.

There was a giant silver-white dragon that looked exactly like him, but its size was unimaginably large. The stars in her dragon claws were like marbles, and they were round things called glass.

The other figure was much smaller, only about ten meters long, with a red body, and looked somewhat like Winters, but with golden lines on his body, like lava.

Although his body was small, Witt felt a much stronger breath from him than that of the silver dragon, and that breath made the starry sky tremble!

Looking at the two figures and feeling their gentle gazes, Witt felt like crying!

Are these his parents?

When he came to his senses, Witt realized that tears had flowed from his eyes without him noticing.

Winters looked at Witt wiping away his tears stubbornly, and a touch of pity flashed in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter if you can't think of it, and as a dragon, crying is a bit inconsistent with your identity!"

Witt shook his head.

"No, in my inherited memory, there are their appearances, and my mother looks the same as me!"

Hearing this, Winters' eyes lit up.

"It's most likely a silver dragon!"

As for why it's most likely, you can tell by looking at the little dragon in front of you. It's definitely not a silver dragon!

"My father... looks a lot like you!"

Winter was stunned for a moment.

"Red dragon? No, you said a lot?"

Witt nodded.

"It looks a lot like him, but my father has golden lines on his body that are similar to lava, especially on his chest!"

Here, Witt stopped!

He didn't intend to mention the size of his body. Even though he didn't have an orthodox bloodline, he could see that his parents' body size was not that of a normal dragon.

When he heard Witt's words, a hint of surprise flashed in Winters' eyes.

"Alien dragon!"

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