ocean-life Chapter 130 - 130 129 Ice Pellet Pearl Self-service Feast
Chapter 130 - 130 129 Ice Pellet Pearl Self-service Feast
Chapter 130: Chapter 129: Ice Pellet Pearl Self-service Feast Chapter 130: Chapter 129: Ice Pellet Pearl Self-service Feast “Is the quail-dragon really an offspring of the Pseudo-Dragon?”
“If so, why can’t my Bear Honeybee be one too, a ‘Pseudo-Honeybee Dragon?'”
“But if that’s the case, theoretically, any Primordial Beast could be a descendant of the Pseudo-Dragon. Tut-tut, would my dark pig also be able to be a descendant, a ‘Pseudo-Pig Dragon’… Oh, sorry, it descends from the Gold and Black Pigs.”
“But who can guarantee that Gold and Black Pigs don’t have Pseudo-Dragon blood?”
“Roland also mentioned that, apart from the Four Seasons Flower Sea, there are many other places with descendants of Pseudo-Dragons like the quail-dragon…”
Russell lay in his sleeping bag, able to hear the knights in the other tents outside crying out to the heavens.
With neither a tavern nor a brothel, playing cards and gambling had become the only pastime for the knights at Cold Spring Point.
Even his Knight Attendants would take turns going outside to play cards and gamble.
However, Eric didn’t like these activities, and at this moment, he was still outside the tent, synchronizing his Prime Breath with Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound. To him, training was the most interesting thing.
“Chirp chirp!”
The Red-eyed Rat King had also come to the Snowfield, its few days of journey through ice and snow had chilled it bitterly, so now that it was full and had drunk its fill, it hid inside a specially made sleeping bag, dreaming while grinding its teeth.
Hearing this sound, Russell felt not only undisturbed but also comforted.
He was training the Red-eyed Rat King’s combat prowess and at the same time cultivating a bond with it, ensuring it would be utterly devoted to him. That way, he would never have to worry about the possibility of the Red-eyed Rat King’s fickleness or even turning on its master in the future.
“It’s truly amazing,” Russell mused, with his hands behind his head, still marveling at the quail-dragon. “It can’t survive away from the Four Seasons Flower Sea, and once they are eaten, this place loses its warmth… Don’t the scholars study them?”
If it were scientists on Earth, the quail-dragon would probably have been cultivated into a delicious dish on the dining table by now.
Yet the people here merely revered the quail-dragon simply.
“Forget it, I can’t expect others to do it. When I get back, I’ll study the quail-dragon myself. It’s perfect, I have the Little Dream Dragon, I can study it in my dreams…”
As he thought, Russell drifted off to sleep.
“Gah!”
The familiar voice, the familiar Little Dream Dragon, and the gracefully dancing Sword Butterflies.
Without any unnecessary words, Russell flipped onto the Little Dream Dragon, instantly lighting up the entire Four Seasons Flower Sea with the Magic Light.
In that instant, it was as if Gloomy Dreamland had come to life.
The Magic Light of the Knight Regiment intertwined with each other. Among them were the Magic Lights of Fantasy Beasts, and even Mr. Ross’s Magic Light, dazzlingly bright to the eyes.
Of course.
None of this was the focus of Russell’s attention. He directly steered the Little Dream Dragon towards the gardens, “Let’s go ‘catch’ the quail-dragon and thoroughly re
“Caw!”
“Haste doesn’t bring success, good, this Snow Demon can’t hear us, it probably can’t detect the presence of Gloomy Dreamland. Let’s go, we continue forward, and if anything changes, we’ll scatter immediately!”
Gloomy Dreamland couldn’t be started or ended at will; they had to wait until Little Dream Dragon was tired out before it would end.
But Russell had found a way to end Gloomy Dreamland quickly.
Nothing more.
If Little Dream Dragon simply breathed a Dragonflame, Gloomy Dreamland would almost be at its end, the only downside being they would have to rest for three days before it could be started again.
“Caw!” Little Dream Dragon consented with a single caw.
After several cautious attempts to make sure the Snow Demon had no reaction, they continued to approach slowly. They finally managed to sneak up to the Snow Demon after quite some effort.
This Snow Demon was over four meters tall and looked like a slender bamboo pole. If not for the deep blue Magic Light on its body shining brightly in the dark world, it would have been hard to see it as possessing any combat abilities. It was thin, terribly thin.
“Caw?” Little Dream Dragon tilted its head, looking at Russell.
The man and dragon had grown increasingly in tune with one another, and Russell understood Little Dream Dragon’s meaning, nodding in response: “You can, go ahead and eat!”
“Caw!”