The knight in the abyss

Chapter 521 Dragon's Second Half of Life

"Uh, is that so?" Lancelot had a troubled expression on his face, "In previous battles, your magic has always played a key role..."

"Haha, don't be so depressed, our magic is unlikely to work on an adult dragon, but it can still be used on our own people." The elf priest smiled and waved his hand, "My blessing magic can let you fight More accurate, faster to hide, and healing magic will ensure that your body is always in top condition. Karalin also has dozens of enhanced spells, including jump, grow bigger, haste, and stride , Advanced Phantom, I believe he will be able to choose the most suitable spell according to the situation."

"I see." Lancelot nodded, and handed over another handful of skewered meat, "As long as the target of the spell is not the dragon itself, it will still work normally, right?"

"Exactly." Aramir put the new skewers on the grill, "continue our topic. After the dragon is four hundred years old, the body of the dragon stops growing completely, and there are some signs of aging, such as the scales on the scales. Cracks, dull eyeballs, old wounds that don't heal, but the wisdom, experience and patience that grow with life make them more dangerous. Dragons at this stage are more cunning and will hardly take any hasty actions. At the same time, it also has stronger magical abilities..."

"Is the same for the white dragon?" Brutal was more concerned about the enemies that everyone might face, "Didn't you say that the white dragon...is not very smart?"

"White dragons do lack the tactical thinking and magical abilities of other dragons, but this also makes them focus on survival and slaughtering enemies. They are the best hunters among all dragons." Aramiel gave Brutal a serious Eyes, "A dragon in the seventh to eighth century of life is called an extremely old dragon. This stage is the last chance for dragons to breed offspring, and a white dragon also has the same intelligence as ordinary humans at this stage. gone."

"A 700-year-old dragon is an extremely old dragon?" Lancelot asked curiously, "Then what does an ancient dragon refer to?"

"When an old dragon passes its [-]th birthday, it becomes an ancient dragon. This is the final stage of the dragon life cycle, although the dragons themselves further subdivide this stage into ancient, ancient, and great dragons. Ancient dragons, but that doesn't make much difference to us outsiders. The ancient dragons have reached the pinnacle of physical and magical power, and their intelligence is no less than any mortal wise man, and their extraordinary memory makes them as knowledgeable as a library It is no exaggeration to say that an ancient dragon is the top existence in any corner of the multiverse... and Swafnir is an ancient white dragon."

"That is to say, it is definitely impossible for us to kill it, is that what you mean?" Brutal immediately felt that the meat skewer in his hand was not fragrant, "Then why are we going to its lair? Do you provide food delivery service? ?”

"Our purpose is to enter the Glacier Fortress and get the relic of the Platinum Guard. The ancient white dragon is blocking our way, but killing it is not the only way to solve the problem." Lancelow shrugged towards the dwarf , "Don't dragons like to hoard treasures in their lairs? If it were you, once the lair is attacked, would you continue to be a watchdog for the angry prince?"

"Dragon's Treasure?" Brutal was aroused again, "Ahaha, I should have known, that's your real purpose, right?"

"It may be different from what you expected, but I really didn't have that idea." Lancelow admitted frankly, "Once we attract Swafnir's attention, we have to use the teleportation magic to leave immediately. After all, It's an ancient white dragon, as long as we move a little slower, I'm afraid we won't be able to get away again."

"Is that so? If...if I move fast enough, I should still be able to grab some of the treasures piled up in the dragon's den, right?" Brutal asked a little unwillingly, "After all, we have come, and we have to do whatever we want." Bring some souvenirs..."

"Unfortunately, that's impossible. The white dragon always freezes its treasures under a thick layer of ice. You can't grab it and run away." The elf ruthlessly broke the dwarf's fantasy again, "Unless we completely kill the owner of the lair, we won't even be able to take away a single copper plate..."

"Don't forget the treasury of Kostchurch, that's the most important goal, how can the collection of mounts be better than the master's?" Lancelow reminded, "Actually, I'm even worried about Swafnir's lair Just a place to sleep, otherwise how could it have come to squatting in front of Kostchurch's fortress..."

"I know, but... slaying a dragon is so attractive." Brutal raised his glass and drank the golden liquid in it, "Ah... hiccup! Elf, since you are interested in dragons …With such an understanding of physiology, is there any research on how to kill a dragon?"

"I understand a little." Aramir said a word from Lancelot, who had a knowing smile on his face, "Want to hear it?"

"Damn it, hurry up!" Brutal sat in front of the elf with the barrel in his arms, "If I miss a word, I'll spit in your bath water!"

"Please tell me that you will never and never do that, or our friendship will really come to an end." Aramiel warned sternly, then turned to look at the others, "Do you all want to hear it too? "

"Of course, we are heading towards a dragon's lair." Lancelot handed over the last skewer, "Tell me everything you know."

"Okay, for most surface elves, this is no secret. To be honest, we elves should kill the most dragons. Of course, giants may have different opinions on this, but there should be no one here. Would you speak for those guys?" Aramiel had a proud smile on his face, "Before we talk about how to defeat a dragon, we must first understand how dragons fight. Regardless of gender, age, and species, all dragons have Some common characteristics: first, they can fly, twice as fast as walking; they are all very good at hiding and seeing through concealment, and are always on the alert in battle; they all have darkvision for caves and underground environments, Some can even see blindly; finally, all dragons have the ability to breathe, and this is one of the hallmarks of dragons."

"I still remember the scene where Pacos breathed out flames and burned Satugura and a whole dozen yugoloth demon mercenaries to ashes." Lancelow shuddered involuntarily, "That's the dragon's Breathe, right?"

"It's absolutely correct, and it's the breath of the ancient red dragon. There are not many people who are still alive after seeing that scene with our own eyes. We can say that we are very, very lucky..." The elf shook his head with lingering fear, "The dragon's breath will Covering a cone-shaped area up to ninety feet in front of the body, the nature of the breath depends on the dragon's color. Red dragons breathe fire, black dragons acid, blue dragons lightning, green dragons poisonous, and The White Dragon breathes an ice storm. For any team that wants to challenge the dragon, the breath with high damage and wide range will always be the biggest threat, but fortunately, such a powerful ability is not without limitations..."

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