Chapter 44: No Summer
Chapter 44 No Summer
After a few days, about a hundred kilometers away from the main crater of Katgana, a natural geothermal area with an elevation slightly lower than the Mother of Dragons’ lair was spotted by David in one of the alternative nesting areas of Zor.
Soon, under Zuoer’s planning, he drove the white fledgling dragons that had only just broken their shells and the more than two hundred high elf prisoners of war to act as free laborers, and began to break ground in the bone-chilling cold wind.
Some of the elf spell casters directly utilized the [Turning Mud into Stone] to cast the volcanic ash that had solidified from the eruption a while ago into a neat stone pile.
The elf druids used [Animal Friendship] or [Animal Communication] to call in some alpacas, rattlesnakes, and mammoths that were originally watching from the sidelines to act as carriers.
What people didn’t expect was that the one who was the most down-to-earth and willing to work and contributed the most was the white fledgling dragon Mephile, who had only broken out of its shell for a few days.
An enchanting and eye-catching Zuoer was sitting on the neck of the white baby dragon.
When it was slacking off, it waved the small whip in its hand that looked like a phantom to gently whip it a few times.
After working hard for a while, she would feed him a small dried fish from the ice sea and whisper a few times next to his ear flippers.
In this soft a hard combination of education, Murphylle immediately with high what odd potion hard what like, this should be in the eyes of the elves in the eyes of stupidity and laziness synonymous with the white dragon, is actually transformed into a diligent and honest pulling the calf.
In contrast, the progress of the High Elf side was slow.
As a matter of fact, the mentality of this group of High Elves was about to collapse.
The weather in Qatagana was already extremely cold, but after the super volcano erupted a few days ago, it was as if the time had been reversed, directly returning to the dark and bitter winter.
According to the current momentum, not only may be no spring, and even the entire year is likely to be an extremely rare .
No summer year.
Some elf spell casters worriedly expressed that with the strength of this super volcano’s eruption, the volcanic ash thrown into the atmosphere would probably cover the New Continent and the entire Material Plane.
Under this kind of bad weather, the group of forest partners that they had snubbed to come here also quit.
They said, “We just want a little bit of pine nuts and chestnuts from you, but you want to kill us!
You want us to die?
With the animal partners began to appear collective slack protest, the elf druid and spell casters together, immediately tore off the camouflage of goodwill.
Spells from the beginning of the relatively mild [animal friendship], [animal communication], gradually changed into a tougher [tame the beasts], [control animals].
With more and more striking and fleeing animals, the long ears of this group of dead friends actually directly through the previous secretly played on the [Spell Seal] directly on the [Summoning Beast Partners], the gang has fled and even have entered a sound sleep of the ‘partners’ to forcefully summoned back again.
In the midst of confusion, the animal partners and elves who used to love each other were only left to look at each other with disgust.
These long ears had failed nature!
Seeing his new dragon nest construction site under the management of the two Zhuoer siblings, Xiyat and Kraytian, in an orderly manner, a ‘hot and thriving’ construction scene, as the owner of this dragon nest, David also let go of his heart.
As the stolen goods group led by Zorciat left the harbor, David burned the scavenged shipwrecks clean with a mouthful of flaming dragon’s breath.
The group of High Elves who had originally been secretly planning The Great Escape from the Old World – rowing small sailboards across the ocean completely lost their last hope and became relatively honest and peaceful.
Having lost their ships, having been stripped of their weapons and armor, and having been tied into bundles by the dozen by the cold and hard kelp to carry out a sit-in, if they tried to escape from this relatively warm volcanic geothermal area, no one could guarantee that they would be able to survive the cold spring of this complete change.
And predictably, with the defeat of the operation and the awakening of the Crimson Calamity, it was feared that no new ships would come through for the next few years.
They, already, had been completely forgotten by the New Continent.
Better to die than to live.
At least that evil dragon didn’t really make them dig up potatoes for a living.
They could steal a few bites of their animal companions that they had gotten to know well on the way to work.
With these fat calories, they wouldn’t turn into skin-and-bones walking corpses under such heavy physical labor. On top of that, that Drell .
It was really cute.
And so gentle and pretty, and good at understanding elves.
Completely breaking the elves’ past stereotype of the Drell as cunning and cruel.
Simply like from the seven hills of heaven descended to the world to redeem their souls angel sister.
Whenever they were physically and mentally exhausted, a simple and plain comfort from the Zhuoer riding the white dragon was like a bowl of chicken soup that was hot enough to melt the ice in their hearts.
So much so that with the passage of time, there are even high elves secretly praying to Kryptonian secretly, and it seems to have a contagious trend.
Looking at the high elves who all turned into ‘good citizens and obedient prisoners’, David, who had not yet found the root cause but was very satisfied with the status quo, casually commanded a few words to Cretion, and then returned to the forest with the three dead eggs and a few large packages of elf ‘trophies’ wrapped in canvas. He took the three dead eggs and the bags of elf ‘trophies’ wrapped in canvas and returned to the temporary nest in the forest that he had gnawed out five years ago.
He was preparing for a short period of slumber to recover from the injuries he had sustained in the previous battle.
As a matter of fact, it had only been more than half a month since then, and the ‘skin wounds’ that the elves had scraped out for him before had basically recovered to a certain extent, only that it would take time for the scales that were missing from the east and the west to grow out.
What really needed some nutrition and time to recover were
The thirteen ribs that were broken by his silver dragon sister, Tania, and the dragon wings that were still sore from the pressure.
Dragon mom’s seemingly terrifying mouthful of fiery dragon’s breath, on the contrary, because of the same red dragon’s flame resistance, there was not much damage.
And aside from the need to recover from his injuries, David was also preparing to carry out another task:
Trying to use the power [Color Sins] to do some ‘upgrading and remodeling’ to his body.
Yes, literally upgrading and remodeling.
With the gradual familiarization and understanding of his powers over the past few days, he had also gradually figured out some of the doorways.
[Arrogance] could allow him to distort reality with his will;
[Jealousy] could allow him to anchor his goal to ‘take over’;
[Rage] can allow him to vent his emotions and perceive sharing;
[Idleness] can allow him to spread idleness and lie down together;
[Overeating] allows him to storm inhale and accelerate his growth;
While [Lustful Sins], however, does not seem to refer solely to the narrow pursuit of shibboleths.
Instead, it was more like encouraging him to go on breaking through his ego, pursuing all sorts of the most extreme experiences, and accomplishing the ‘sublimation’ of his ego.
It was also because of this that it was harder to fulfill than other powers.
The first few either required a reference object or had a target object, and even though the conditions were more or less harsh, what they had in common was that they could be operated in a repeatable manner.
For example. As long as he truly felt the anger originating from within, he could keep on [Rage], and it seemed that he could keep expanding the upper limit of the threshold with the stacks of [Rage].
That is to say, the legendary momentary anger is a momentary pleasure, always anger a straight pleasure.
As a red dragon, he is a complete perpetual motion machine.
Only [color sin] is completely different, once experienced some kind of new experience, this same experience will no longer be able to stimulate to satisfy the appetite of [color sin].
For example, no matter how much he increases the kinetic energy output of the reverse spit, he can’t make the [color sin] look at him again.
But if he wanted to continue enjoying the [Lustful Sinner]’s power, he had to keep surpassing himself!
It was so fucked up.
[Color
“???” David.
(End of chapter)