Hey, King!

2021-08-28

Chapter 221 Chapter 221 Foot Soak
The giant dragon has a very foul smell in its body, and the blood flowing everywhere ends up on the ground Frost and burning, the scene is quite strange. If anyone thinks that the fire from ice and snow will be icy cold, he will be ashes in violent but abruptly stopped screams.

Interestingly, the blood on Dagon's body doesn't burn as if it were just pure red liquid. The Ice Dragon fire on the ground was still a threat, but Shiroai used incantation to protect both of them. Now there is also a floating pink flame crown on top of Dagon's head, which is almost the same as Shiroai's, but bigger, it should be affected by Dagon's larger head circumference.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as a couples model in this world, otherwise Hiloai would probably be shy and not provide him with protection.

"This is an anti-dragon flame crown, which can avoid being affected by Dragon's Might, and can also set energy protection according to the elemental attribute of the dragon. For White Dragon, it should be anti-freeze damage. But I use Fire Element Provide it with energy, so that it can also be fireproof - I am more proficient in the incantation of Fire Element."

Siroai kept turning his hands to create a pink flaming sword, sighing: "I I understood your prompt, but I didn't have time to cast this spell, and ended up being controlled by Dragon's Might. In fact, it's all your fault. Who can react so quickly? Okay, sit down and let the rest of the work be up to you. I."

Bringing a flaming sword, Shiroai turned into a female warrior. Although her movements seemed more bells and whistles to Dagon, and her apparent lack of formal training, it was enough to deal with a corpse. White Dragon couldn't resist, and Dagon had already done the hardest part of the cutting work, making it easier for Shiloh.

Dragons are all treasures, mainly because they are constantly accumulating mana, and many organs of the body are about to become spell items. The most precious of them is the dragon heart, not to mention getting two at once. They come from the same chest, and there will be no conflict between them, and using them at the same time will have the effect of one plus one greater than two. If you use it to make spellcasting equipment, or use it as the core material of some kind of array, a large number of mages will fight to break their heads and clean their pockets, and they will definitely want this good thing.

They were used by Shiloh to soak Dagon's feet.

"There's no place to make a suitable pit, you just sit on the ribs and step on one with each foot. I'll set it up here." Shiloai looked around, and there were everywhere on the surrounding ice. It is the flame, only the inside of the dragon corpse can be used to arrange the array.

"I can't go up." Dagon said: "The puppet mount is already hard to move under the influence of the ice and fire, and as soon as it enters the dragon's inner range, it..."

"This is It means that you still have to continue cultivation, especially the control of the terrain element force." Shiroai lifted the flaming sword, walked over, put his arm through Dagon's armpit, hugged him from behind, and used all his strength to drive him towards the destination drag. "Huh...you're too heavy, so you can't crush me?"

"It's because the armor is heavy, and my weight is relatively light among Jiangu clansman."

"You're still light?" Shiloai dragged all the way. She has to maintain two anti-dragon flame crowns incantation, and an array to heal Dagon, there is really no room for more incantation. At this time, she felt that she should exercise a little, at least the basic physical fitness should match Dagon's weight.

"I was always under-fed when I was a kid, so I was relatively thin. When I said thin, I meant no fat and not bad muscles." Dagon patted Shiroai's hand and said: "Okay, just here, I can crawl over the other end. You adjust your breathing, and you will use the array in a while." . She didn't like watching Dagon climb by herself, and felt that he was very pitiful, but Dagon was right, she had to adjust her state as soon as possible, and the spell behind was obviously more important.

Dagon is not afraid of dragon blood, and there is no ice and fire in his current position, so Shiroai will disintegrate his anti-dragon flame crown, which can also enrich some mana. "Come on, put your foot on it, the posture doesn't matter, the spell will adjust it for you. Remember, no matter what happens, you can't pull your foot out for a while. If it hurts so much, just scream, don't worry about the spell. Affected."

"Pull it out?" Dagon looked at the two feet, they were broken and frozen against White Dragon's heart, and there was no covering around... But he believed Spell's Miraculous, and willing to listen to Shiloai's advice, but it was a bit shameful to shout out because of the pain, so he bit the five-headed dragon cloak in his mouth, and said he was ready.

Dagon didn't understand the incantation that Shiroai recited, but it was very profound anyway. Generally speaking, the priest's diving technique is more proficient in healing, and the mage is very lacking in this area, so Dagon was very surprised when Shiloai said that he could heal. He knew very well how serious his wound was, the shattered fracture, the fragments of bone that had pierced through the skin and muscles, and some places may have become unintelligible debris. The double destruction of blood loss and cold has turned both feet purple and black. Under normal circumstances, this kind of injury can only be used to chop off part of the leg with an axe, form a neat wound, and then install a prosthesis - there is no hope for treatment.

If this kind of injury can be cured, maybe there is hope for the father's injury? As soon as Dagon had this thought in his mind, he felt a sharp pain in the soles of his feet, and then his legs sank. He bit his cloak hard, wondering why the soles of his feet suddenly felt. He looked down quickly, only to realize that his feet were actually sunk into the dragon's heart, like a spoon inserted into jelly.

Dagon's legs sank deeper and deeper as Shiloh Elson sang incantation louder and sooner he was wrapping half of his calf. The pain became more and more terrifying, the feeling equivalent to hundreds of hammers hitting Dagon's bones continuously, directly vibrating his brain through the bones, stimulating the most central nervous organs.

"It looks like it hurts." It seems that the spell has reached a stage where it is easier to maintain, and Shiroai has some free time to talk. "It's the first time I've used this spell on a seriously wounded person. Last time a student was injured, and I treated her. Even a minor injury could knock her out. You're quite strong!"

What if you are not strong? The pain in his legs gave him the urge to leave the dragon's heart, and Dagon had to fight this urge to stay awake. He bit the cloak to vent the pain, so that he could feel more comfortable. Fortunately, the cloak is made of chimera scaled leather, which has both toughness and hardness, and is particularly resistant to bite. But Dagon felt that this was not the way to go.

As she endured the pain, she undid her belt, which attracted Shiroai's side glances. He tied his legs with a belt to the rib cage where he was sitting, holding them firmly in place so that the legs were unable to move whether they passed out in pain or not.

"Hey, that's really a good idea." Shiroai reminded: "spell is about to enter the most unbearable second part, the dragon's life force will be transferred to your legs, promoting Its regeneration. Not only will it hurt, but you will also be attacked by dragons mentally, so don't be shy, or you may have dragon scales on your legs."

It's not that there are no scales on the body, Dagon doesn't. worry about this. But no matter how much mental preparation he did, he was still stunned by the sudden pain, and rolled his eyes and fainted for about three seconds. When he woke up, his head was covered in sweat, his eyes were staring straight into the stars, and a Kavi's head was floating in front of him - this must be an illusion, or the spiritual attack of the dragon mentioned by Shiloai?
Why is it Carvey's head? Dagon felt so amused, the illusion disappeared. He tried to divert his attention from the pain, thinking about this problem, and it took him a while to figure out: until now he didn't know what this White Dragon looked like, its head had not been unwrapped by lies, and it was still Carvey. head of.

The result was so hilarious that it even made Dagon spit out cloak and gnashing teeth. Shirouai was stunned for a moment, then laughed, but before she could laugh, she started to control the array in a hurry, and then fiercely glared at Dagon.

"You can only cry about pain, no jokes!"

"It hurts!" Dagon quickly put the cloak back in his mouth, lowered his head, and made a gesture of enduring the pain. .

The pain in the legs has not stopped, it is the power of regeneration that is grinding everything down and rebuilding the skeleton, muscles, nerves and skin. Dagon's feet had actually been dissolved by dragon blood, and the resulting solution condensed on his wounds, accelerating growth. Gradually, the pain began to decrease, but the tingling feeling came up, which "complimented" with the pain. It was worse than pure pain, and Dagon's expression was completely distorted.

For four full hours, Dagon sat there receiving wave after wave of sensory stimulation, literally hovered between life and death. Four hours later, Shiloh was relieved, finished casting the spell, and fell down on the dragon's lungs, obviously exhausted.

"You stay, it's not over, my part is over." Shiloh waved his hand and said, "It will take about three hours for your feet to stabilize, I suggest waiting a little longer. Four hours. I'll take a break and see if there's anything left over the sled."

Dagon bit the cloak, humming, and pulled a piece of sausage from his pocket. The halfling was riding dog food sausage, and he threw it to Shiloh to signal it was okay to eat.

"It's dog food!" Shi Luoai looked disgusted, especially after smelling it. "I don't want to eat this!"

Dagon grabbed the cloak with both hands, took it down quickly, stuffed it back quickly, and said a word in the middle at the fastest speed: "Trust me, you can eat it, it's good Eat!"

Hiroai looked at the halfling food with a frown in disbelief. "If it wasn't for what you said, I would never eat this."

She took a bite, didn't chew it at all, and swallowed it directly. "en? There doesn't seem to be any odor in the mouth, which is different from what I thought. And it tastes like a normal sausage."

After taking the first bite, Shiroai dared to take a normal Only then did she discover that the impression her sense of smell gave her was completely wrong. "Is this thing using the Illusion Technique?" She took one bite after another, and quickly ate a whole intestine. "Why make it so stinky and don't let people eat it on purpose?"

Dagon is very grateful that he is biting the cloak, and has every reason to keep his mouth shut and not reveal the little secret of halfling food.

(end of this chapter)