Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 110 Dragon Tail, Not a Lobster Tail
Poison attacks are a unique type of damage, including magical poisons and biological poisons, and sometimes inflict status effects such as poisoning and paralysis.

It doesn't belong to any element; you can only rely on your physical constitution to withstand it.

Without the necessary resistances or equipment, you'll die a horrible death, just like these kobolds.

Anser held the magic telescope to his eyes and carefully observed the surrounding environment, but found nothing dangerous or unusual.

Bluewater City was almost empty, with only some elderly and weak people left, and a group of people dressed in blue robes searching for something.

"Who are they?" Elise frowned slightly.

“The Blue Flame Cult, a cult, has been lingering around the battlefield collecting dragon blood all night,” Anser said, pointing to the crowd in the distance who were dealing with the corpses of dragons.

Strictly speaking, these were all the spoils of war of that bald boss, which the Blue Flame Cult took without asking.

Elise glanced at them sideways and continued flying forward: "Never mind them for now, where is the final battle?"

“The bay, by the dock.” Anser pointed downwards.

The magic flying carpet descended and hovered tens of meters above the sea.

Half a day later, the color of the seawater had returned to normal and it was basically non-toxic, but the fish-man corpses floating on the shore looked somewhat gruesome.

Several small boats were drifting back and forth in the bay, and the people on board were also dressed in blue robes, as if they were afraid that others would not recognize them.

“The green dragon shouldn’t be dead,” Anser deduced.

If the green dragon dies, the wyverns and half-dragons will certainly not retreat; they will only seek revenge and try their best to demonstrate their loyalty in order to avoid being held accountable by the green dragon queen.

Therefore, the green dragon was most likely seriously injured and retreated under the escort of the half-dragon commander and the dragon guard.

If that's the case, that man named Stoll is probably in grave danger.

Elise had also thought of this, and a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes.

She turned to look at Anser, her wand silently pointing downwards: "Your turn."

"Ah, I'll go into the water to look for it?" Anser exclaimed in surprise. "Isn't there any magical mark that can be used to locate and track it?"

“If I had that, why would I need you?” Elise turned her gaze and gestured toward the binoculars in his hand.

"Understood." Anser sighed inwardly. He was paid to do what he was supposed to do, and besides, he didn't want to delay any longer.

He put away his binoculars, then leaped headfirst into the water.

The moment he entered the water, he transformed into a half-dragon, a state even stronger than the "aquatic adaptation" of the transformation spell. Not only could he breathe freely, but his dragon eyes could also see underwater.

The dock area was large and not easy to find. Just as he was thinking about where to start, he "smelled" the aura of a real dragon.

'Dragon's Blood!'

Dragon blood contains extraordinary power. It is said that killing a dragon or witnessing its death may grant one a dragon's legacy and the ability that only dragons possess. Bathing in dragon blood may also grant one the power of a dragon.

'It might be flesh that fell from a dragon's body; let's keep looking,' Anser deduced.

With all his senses activated, his long tail swung nimbly like a fish as he quickly tracked the scent of dragon blood, soon penetrating deep into the bay.

At one moment, a green hue appeared on the water ahead, the texture of its scales clearly visible. Startled, he immediately stopped and held his breath.

After a long while, the green scales remained motionless.

He approached stealthily, and the green part grew larger and larger. It wasn't the broken scales and flesh he had expected, but a long tail.

'No way, no way, could it be that it's seriously injured and dying, or that it's already dead here?' He couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

He continued swimming along the tail, keeping a little distance, and did not touch it rashly.

A few seconds later, a tall figure appeared, straddling the dragon's tail with his back straight and his head slightly lowered.

Anser's heart skipped a beat. He went around to the front and found that the dragon's tail had been severed. A bald man was holding a sword with both hands, still in the downward thrusting position. The blade was deeply embedded in the severed flesh and bone, and there were obvious tear marks on the edge of the dragon's tail.

His armor was tattered and worn, his skin was ashen, veins bulged on his face, and his eyes were wide open in fury, filled with resentment and bitterness. 'He's dead!'

Anser stood quietly in front of him for a long time, his feelings complicated and inexplicable.

Death is the warrior's destiny, but how regrettable it would be if he failed to kill the enemy.

However, his record is by no means bad. He severed the tail of an adult green dragon with a single sword strike, a scene that many warriors would never dare to dream of.

I don't know if there's any hope left.

Anser didn't delay any longer and tried to drag the dragon's tail, but the dragon's tail didn't budge.

This tail section is six or seven meters long and very thick. With his arm span, he simply couldn't wrap his arms around it, and he would have difficulty exerting force in the water.

He had no choice but to try to pull the bald man away, but the man's hands were gripping the sword hilt tightly and he couldn't separate them at all.

'The body must not be disturbed.'

After thinking for a moment, he revealed his dragon claw and chopped down along the direction of the sword blade. However, the dragon bone was hard, and it took him more than ten minutes to barely pull out the giant sword.

Anser first set the man aside, took out the Scepter of Protection and marked the dragon's tail with several magical marks, then activated the scepter and forcibly teleported the dragon's tail to Holreven.

The seawater filled the void left by the disappearance of the dragon's tail, forming a small whirlpool behind him that made him sway unsteadily.

'It's not that I'm greedy, it's just that I really can't keep going.'

He made an excuse for himself, circled around again, found nothing else, and then floated to the surface with the body in one hand.

Iris saw the commotion from afar and flew over the sea on her flying carpet, creating ripples.

Upon seeing the body, she froze, staring blankly at the man's face, a deep sorrow welling up in her purple eyes.

After a long while, she pursed her lips and remained silent, only forcefully pulling the corpse onto the flying carpet.

The man's body was stiff, perhaps in the rigor mortis stage, or perhaps it was related to his profession. In any case, he was unable to stretch his body after lying down, his legs were in a horse stance, and he held a sword to his chest with both hands.

In addition, the flying carpet was small, so after placing the corpse on it, Elise and Anther could only sit sideways on the other side with their legs dangling outside.

The flying carpet began to climb slowly, at a much slower pace than before.

It's a bit overloaded.

The blue-robed men at the dock kept their distance from the flying carpet, behaving themselves obediently, without any provocation or intention to intercept it.

After they flew far away, the man in blue robes hurriedly set sail to that area of ​​the sea, and one by one they jumped into the sea, their purpose self-evident.

Anser felt something was off. Could it be that the Blue Flame Order had discovered that the warlocks' blood was unstable and had turned their attention to dragons?

Ever since he heard that the Blue Flame Order was hunting warlocks, he had considered them potential enemies, but so far, they had not bothered him, nor had he heard of any famous warlocks dying at their hands.

Considering that Elise was somewhat distracted, he didn't want to cause any trouble, and the two passed each other by.

Watching the Claw Bay recede into the distance, Anser felt that the Emerald Kingdom would make a comeback. Even if the Green Dragon Queen had no interest, the green dragon with the severed tail would not let this go.

'I wonder if a dragon's tail can grow back after it's severed?'

He was quite curious about what a tailless green dragon would look like; he guessed it would be very ugly.

As he was on his way, the people in Holrei were stunned by the dragon tail that suddenly appeared in the square.

The three hundred kobolds who were repairing the stone slabs of the square were terrified when they saw the dragon tail that had suddenly appeared beside them. They were so frightened that they trembled like leaves.

They are native to the Emerald Plains and often see green dragons, but it is precisely because they have seen them with their own eyes that they are even more terrified.

With his master killed, his "dog life" was completely hopeless, and he dared not have any more thoughts.

(End of this chapter)