Chapter 64: Tattoos
Chapter 64 Tattoo
With things as they were, David decided that it would be better to solve the more imminent problem at hand first.
Immediately ignored a look of obedience to the sentenced appearance of the Zhuoer, as well as by the Zhuoer a hand pressed into the mud can not help struggling to see the Zhuoer mage will be gagged, slowly walked to the cage before, and the tattoo was a very bright and colorful, and the tattoo is not a good idea.
David narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at this bright green dragon.
You don’t say, you really don’t say, at this moment have the time to take a closer look, it is indeed a tempting beautiful dragon:
Her scales were bright green, healthy and undamaged, and her body was slender but not too thin, unlike the red dragon Lizlette, who was known to be a bit stunted due to insufficient food intake.
This suggests that the other is physically strong and has lived a good life, not needing to physically fight to survive most of the time, and may even have a group of dependents like the dog-headed men who do the daily maintenance of her scales, idly applying a bit of fresh grease boiled down from animal fats mixed with certain alchemical materials to ‘polish and wax’ them every day.
If one had to compare it to something, a comparison of scales would be a good way to describe it.
A green dragon like Nymphadora was as healthy and normal a dragon as her silver dragon sister Tania.
The slender and slim red dragon Lizlette, for the moment, could only be considered one.
As for David, technically speaking, that would more than likely have to be considered a head to adequately describe it.
In addition, she had a medium-sized, straight and sharp horn and spines, which made her dangerous and beautiful.
Deep within her turquoise pupils was a bright golden color, bright and expressive, and with these eyes alone, it was as if she was already able to communicate with him passionately through the air, tantalizing the dragon’s heart.
The tail that almost killed him was really long and powerful when he took a closer look, exuding a charm that any normal dragon would find hard to ignore.
As for the buttocks at the end of the tail, it showed a perfect curve that was more and more enticing to the dragon, thin and fruitful, fat but not greasy.
This meant that not only was it able to give better and more wonderful feedback, but it was also easier to produce dragon eggs with a larger radius, which in turn gave birth to healthier and stronger offspring.
Of course, in today’s era of dragons, where the community form has basically been deconstructed, the latter’s role has long been less attractive than the former.
The only thing that might be considered a drawback is that they seem to be a little bit older.
In the case of a sub-dragon or white dragon with faster gonadal development, the other would probably be his mother by now.
After all, according to the conversion of human age, the other party was already equivalent to a young girl who had already entered her 15th year of life.
And he himself.
Can only be regarded as a small child who has just learned to walk and talk.
Because of this, he did not feel the slightest bit of frustration at the failure of the previous challenge.
After all, he had already prepared himself for defeat before that battle:
This battle was not so much a challenge to the young dragon as it was a challenge to his own limits and sharpening his combat skills.
There was a difference of two ages between the two, a whole forty years of development time!
Especially since the other party was a young dragon that had awakened the [Fetish for Law].
If this can be defeated, it is estimated that the Tiamat Auntie below Batou Hell will be impressed with her, and then she will coax him into becoming His believer in a roundabout way.
He David although since crossing the road all the way to break the game a little too confident, but still have some self-awareness.
Because of this, even at this moment, he was still unable to see through this young female green dragon’s ultimate goal:
That was to look at his red dragon baby itself.
After all, he is still just a child!
Dragons couldn’t, or at least shouldn’t.
So Davy ruled out that as the correct answer, and dismissed the other as an opportunistic dragon using him as a springboard to get close to his mother, the legendary red dragon Pavla.
After predicting the other party’s purpose, David then spoke with a low chuckle in his voice: “You’re really bold, actually daring to take the initiative to come to my camp, do you know whose territory this place actually belongs to?”
Hearing this kind of questioning, Nymphadora’s heart was instead relieved, and her demeanor became more and more humble, obviously more than twice as big as David, but she curled her paws in front of her chest and obediently said:
“Of course, which dragon in the whole of Scannus doesn’t know that the entire Katgana Mountain Range, centered on the crater, belongs to the territory of Lord Pavla, the Red Calamity.”
David immediately snorted and chided:
“Knowing that you still dare to barge in?”
Seeing that the situation had already been half-explained, Nymphadora’s expression also became more serious than ever before, no longer beating around the bush and directly stating one of her main purposes, one of them:
“Your Highness Daviyutos, disaster is approaching, and I, a small young green dragon, only want to seek a… before the disaster comes. Shelter only.”
Speaking here, Nymphadora’s eyes showed a hint of softness, as if she was following her destiny, she said:
“If such a reckless action makes you and Lord Pavla feel offended, I, Nymphadora, am willing to be chastised for everything.”
David completely ignored the green dragon’s ‘show of weakness’, he had already been hit once where he still did not know that what was in front of him was an old green tea dragon.
The heart eyes are afraid to be more than that gang of Zhuoer.
Just the first half of the other party’s sentence still caused him to care, a movement in his heart, asked:
“Disaster? What disaster? Where did the disaster come from?”
The super-volcanic eruption caused by his mother Pavla was indeed a natural ecological disaster, but could it still affect a pampered green dragon’s ability to live his own life?
“A military disaster, an impending threat of war.” Nymphadora replied.
David was suddenly a little impressed with the green dragon:
“Oh? Being in this Old Continent where information is closed to the public, you can actually see that, only you think that the fire of war ignited by those Long Ears will eventually reach our Old Continent, and even you, a young dragon, will be threatened? So much so that you need to seek refuge under my mother’s wings? This is, inevitably, too much to convince a dragon, isn’t it?”
The green dragon explained, “How soon the flames of war ignited by the elves will burn here I cannot tell, it is bound to come but never now, what I am talking about, is the threat of war from within our Old Continent of Skannis.”
“Within our Old World? You don’t mean those barbarians, do you?” David suddenly felt a little amused.
Barbarians that could be killed through by one of his juvenile red dragons could also threaten a green dragon? It was simply comical.
“Yes, it is that band of barbarians and ogres, but today, they are a threat that may not be what it used to be. It may still be insignificant to you and your mother, Lord Pavla, Your Highness, but if the situation is allowed to spread any further, it may be that in less than twenty years, I, at least, will have to move the nest outright.”
After the green dragon uttered something that left Davy a bit puzzled, he pleaded with Drell:
“Miss Hiatt, could you please present the gift I brought, the alpine barbarian, to His Highness Davy Eutos.”
Zuoer was also a little surprised that that barbarian, who was tied up like a roasted suckling pig, was actually a gift that this green dragon wanted to present to his master, and immediately looked at his master, Davy.
Then he carried out the barbarian in another small cage not far away under Davy’s nod.
As soon as he saw that one struggling uncontrollably under the escort of the Zhuoer, especially at the sight of his own almost eye-rolling appearance, Davy first froze, then suddenly said:
“Good guy, it’s actually you kid, thinking that I won’t recognize you after getting a tattoo?”
“Well..! Uh-uh-uh-uh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! (Monado! My love! I’m sorry!”
The barbarian Loxinde looked at the evil dragon close before him, and hot tears of resignation flowed from the corners of his canthus.
(End of chapter)