When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 699: Dragon Language Magic and Moon Mercury

For some reason, when the old dragon's eyes fixed on Horn's neck, Horn had an indescribable strange feeling.

It was as if the dark red wound on the neck was burning.

Horn couldn't help but tighten his collar and calmly performed an Ancient El salute: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Cynthia. I really didn't expect that the legendary ancient dragons still exist today."

"Wow, you're really brave, kid." The red dragon Cynthia slowly stood up from the ground. "When Otatira first saw my dragon body, she was so scared that she peed all over the floor..."

"Grandma Cynthia!" The firelight was dim, but one could still see Otatila's face suddenly turned red. "I didn't pee all over the floor, okay!"

As the red dragon slowly sat up, Horn's head also slowly raised up.

Although it was still sitting prone, it appeared to be four or five meters tall at first glance. In other words, the total length of this dragon might be more than nine meters.

Jeanne couldn't help but walk forward and stood in front of Horn.

Gracefully covering her two front paws with her long tail, the red dragon Cynthia's eyes shifted to Jeanna: "Another little girl who can control lightning."

As if she had seen too many ordinary witches, Cynthia's eyes were firmly focused on Horn: "Well, a male witch, were you created by Serfaye or transformed by her? No, she doesn't have the ability to play with this level... Are you a local?"

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and Horn showed a puzzled expression: "I'm not from Black Snake Bay..."

"Ha ha ha, are you still playing dumb with me?!" Cynthia seemed to be dissatisfied with Horn's hiding, and she screamed with bared teeth, "Poor guy, do you think your cage is much bigger than mine?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Although he didn't know how Cynthia figured it out, Horn still denied it with an innocent look on his face, "I was born in Upper River County, Thousand River Valley. Could it be that my ancestral home is Black Snake Bay?"

"laugh!"

With a strange cry, Cynthia's huge dragon head lowered down, and her hot breath blew through Horn's hair on his forehead. Her head was no more than one meter away from Horn's face, and a golden pupil stared at Horn closely.

Horne's expression remained unchanged despite the sulfur-smelling breath. He even had some seriousness and hidden anger in his expression. "Ms. Cynthia, I come here with a friendly attitude."

Jeanne immediately jumped forward, stared at Otatila and shouted: "What do you mean by this?"

"Grandma Cynthia." Otatila also rushed forward to stop her, "Calm down."

The red dragon just looked straight into Horn's calm eyes. After a long while, he straightened his head again and waved his wings in a listless manner: "Maybe I was wrong. It just so happens that the time has come."

Seeing that the red dragon had finally diverted its attention, Horn breathed a sigh of relief. Although there were only a few short sentences, the amount of information behind them was quite large.

Putting aside the fact that there really was an ancient red dragon imprisoned under Tiannv City, the mere existence of the dragon itself is very subversive.

As soon as the red dragon appeared, it was clear that Horn had been beheaded and reborn. Based on the way she controlled the zombies, it was clear that she actually knew undead magic.

After all, a dragon is a legendary mythical magical creature, so it is somewhat explainable that it can perform undead magic.

The most important thing is that she looked at herself twice and was able to determine that the soul in the body was not the original owner. At first, she suspected that it was Sefaye who was causing trouble, but later she immediately asked Horn if he was a "local".

However, after Horn denied it, her attitude became a little ambiguous. Either her judgment was not accurate, or she did not want to tear her face off, or both.

In this world of generally low-level magic, the existence of such high-level magic is really a huge variable, especially since this dragon seems to be mentally unstable.

If he had known that Ms. Cynthia under the pit was a red dragon, he would not have come.

"Ms. Cynthia, what time is it? I still have some questions for you."

Cynthia did not answer Horn's question. Instead, Otatira explained, "The opportunity to condense the red dragon's breath only comes once or twice a month. If you miss it, you'll have to wait until next month. That's why I waited until today to invite you down."

There are only one or two chances to condense the red dragon's breath every month. This frequency sounds familiar.

Before Horn could think about it, Cynthia suddenly raised her head and let out a low growl as if calling.

Someone turned on a switch in the darkness, and the starlight and moonlight, rippling on the water, poured in from the top of the underground cave at the same time.

The silvery-white light filled the entire conical pit, and the slippery stone walls on both sides seemed to be covered with a layer of fluorescence.

It was not until this time that Horn saw clearly that there were rows of strange snake patterns carved on both sides of the cave wall, and the arrangement seemed familiar. The guarding snakemen hissed and spit out their tails, retracting their bodies and hiding in the holes behind the stone wall.

Looking at the surrounding scene, Horn's heart skipped a beat. He swept his eyes from left to right, even turning around in a circle, before whispering, "It's similar, so similar."

"Brother, what do you look like?"

Horn drooped his eyelids and shook his head, pointing to the deep pit around him: "Don't you think this pit is very similar to our Ether Spire? It's just upside down."

"Hahahahaha--" A hoarse and unpleasant laughter sounded, and Cynthia's broken wings flapped the sand at the bottom of the pit, revealing a pool almost identical to the Ether Spire but filled with sand where she had been crawling.

"You call this the Ether Spire, but we call it a landmark." Cynthia circled the small waterless pool in the center and began to push the stone slabs on the stone walls on both sides. "The astral world floats above, the spiritual world sinks below, and the world floats up and down like a dream bubble..."

As Cynthia spoke, a black-red light, the exact opposite of the Ether Spire, began to appear in the center of the pool.

Horn and Jeanne were immediately furious. If this thing was the same as the Ether Spire, Horn's head would be blown off again.

"Wait, I can't..."

"Pause the ceremony!"

The black and red light did not wait for Horn. It emitted hot air and shot into the sand in the center of the pool. The air was twisted as if in a furnace. In an instant, the sand melted into liquid.

As the water rippled, the sand in the pool turned into a transparent liquid. Upon closer inspection, wasn't this the water from the Moon Pool in the Ether Spire?

"Brother, brother, are you okay?" Jeanna touched Horn's neck with a worried look on her face.

Horn shook his head to indicate that it was okay.

But strangely, as this brief ceremony was about to end, Horn did not feel the pulling force he had felt at the Ether Spire before.

He looked up at Cynthia again. Although he couldn't see the expression on Long's face, he didn't know why, but he always felt that the curve of Cynthia's mouth seemed to say: Are you still pretending?
“Don’t be afraid, your head is fine.” Cynthia lazily moved the stones on both sides with her huge dragon claws. “These are connected to different places. I’ll give you the Secret Eye Amulet I made later. You don’t have to be afraid even in Sefaye.”

Watching Otatila pour the dragon blood into the pool, it condensed into small red crystals in a few seconds. This was actually the red dragon's breath.

Is it so easy to make Red Dragon Breath? Horn instantly felt that he had lost out.

"Is this alchemy? Is the water in the pool made of light?" Horn couldn't help but ask until the black and red light faded away.

"The water of light is too low-level. This is lunar mercury. And this method is not called alchemy, but dragon language magic." Cynthia scratched the sand complacently. "The so-called alchemy is that the elves eat the dragon's shit and then give it to you humans to eat. What you think is extremely mysterious is as ridiculous as a child sitting on the ground playing with mud in the eyes of a dragon."

So Sefaye actually got those alchemical techniques from Cynthia?

No, if you have the skills, why don't you build a sacred artifact to flatten the church instead of hiding in this dungeon?
As if she saw Horn's confusion, Cynthia swept the ground with her tail and sat down. "How do you think the dragons became extinct? Most dragon language magics have failed. It's all the work of those elves who harmed the dragon spirits!"

At this point, Horn couldn't help but ask, "So you came from the era of the First Aiel Empire?"

"Of course I am... Humph, guess what." Cynthia rolled up a mouthful of moon mercury with her tongue and swallowed it. "You hide it from me, and I hide it from you too, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you bring Serfaye's daughter here... Don't tell me I don't have it, I must have this one!"

Horn's expression became solemn again. Thousands of miles away, how could this old dragon know about the existence of Shilov?

According to the time calculation, Sefaye left Black Snake Bay more than 30 years ago, and Shilov should have been born more than 20 years ago.

Could it be that Sefaye could foresee that she would adopt a witch? Wait, Shiloh is not an artificial witch created by Sefaye?
But the old dragon said earlier that Serfaye couldn't handle this level of physical transformation.

The huge red dragon showed a playful smile: "As long as you bring her here, I will not only teach you all the dragon language magic that can be used, but you have such a large number of followers that you can easily flatten the church, isn't that good?"

"What do you want to do by calling her here?"

"This is none of your business." Cynthia blew out a breath of sulfur-smelling wind. "Well, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)