Silver Dragons are spawning in this dungeon!

Although the silver dragon that landed in front of me was a little different from the silver dragon on the bulletin board, and looked strange, it was indeed a silver dragon.

The magical circuits of the Thunderclap Sword erupted with a roar, and lightning crackled around the blade.

The sword looked much wider, and Hogg was about to grin as it cleaved through the magic shield.

Promotion, breakthrough, freedom... all within reach.

Hogg wanted to say: Silver Dragon! Watch closely, this sword strike is going to be...

But he thought it was too childish and gave up.

But the half-open smile froze on his face as another layer of magic shield appeared on the silver dragon's body. Hogg, refusing to believe it, slashed down.

This layer of magic shield was also broken by the attack.

However, the sudden appearance of the third layer of magic shield not only neutralized the iron sword that was imbued with the Thunderclap Sword, but also deflected it.

Hogg looked at the iron sword crackling with lightning in his hand, then at the silver dragon in front of him, somewhat at a loss.

Something's wrong with this silver dragon. Why is it exhaling breath and releasing magic at the same time?

And it seamlessly connects three!

You're telling me this is a fledgling dragon? This looks like a prototype mage tower!

Actually, there are seven: the magic heart on the chest amplifies the power by 30%, the magic shield amplifies it three times, and the dragon breath amplifies it once.

The flashing light from the magical circuit wasn't very noticeable, so Hogg didn't pay attention.

Hogg, still unwilling to accept defeat, swung the Thunderstrike Sword, but only flashes of lightning broke through layer after layer of magical shields, only to have them reappear one after another.

Hogg wanted to swear, but having swallowed a whole mouthful of dragon breath, he was clearly unable to open his mouth. His body stiffened, and his chest was frozen solid.

Hilo didn't really like the battle environment; there were too many flames around, making him feel uncomfortable.

Hogg looked noticeably more uncomfortable; the flames on his legs hadn't gone out, and his upper body was frozen.

A true contrast of extremes.

With a powerful headbutt, Shiloh slammed into Hogg's chest.

Hogg stumbled and fell to the ground, struggling a few times but unable to get back up.

He lay sprawled on the ground, gazing at the faint glow of fireflies on the cave ceiling.

His name was Hogg, and he was born on the vast grasslands on the border of the Gnoll Empire. His father was the former leader, and he was born with an extraordinary physique, much stronger than other Gnolls.

His father also placed high hopes on him, and he did not disappoint. On the second day after he came of age, he launched a challenge, drove out the former chief, and took the position of clan chief.

But they soon discovered that being a leader wasn't easy; leading the tribe to survive was not simple. However, they managed to survive by moving between towns and grasslands.

Until a catastrophic hurricane struck, fortunately the dungeon rescued them from the disaster, saving their lives. But in the dark and sunless dungeon, everything exuded despair.

But as the leader, all he could do was constantly encourage his people, telling them that as long as they survived, there was a chance, day after day.

Until a fledgling dragon broke the cycle of darkness, bringing destruction.

Ignoring his cursory glance, Hilo slashed Hogg's throat with a claw.

Sprinkle with grease, light the burning hand, and continue the process of destroying evidence and finishing off the victim to prevent a follow-up attack.

In a world with magic, who knows if a healing spell or a healing potion might suddenly appear?

What if it jumps up again, full of energy, and scares you like a zombie?

It's safer to burn it to ashes. If it can be revived, then he's out of options.

Wipe the blood off the dragon claws on the ground.

He pried the gnoll leader's iron sword from his claws, held it in his hand, and cast an Appraisal spell.

As expected, there were two magical loops: one was the sword burst, and the other was the Thunderclap Sword from just now.

However, Hilo cannot swallow this iron sword for the time being. At the young dragon stage, carrying a third-level spell and a first-level spell at the same time is already Hilo's limit.

Only after the magic shield is fully integrated into the dragon's bloodline can the magic circuit continue to be fused.

This process shouldn't take long; given Hilo's frequency of use, the time could probably be halved.

Holding the sword in one claw, he circled the gnoll camp, found nothing of value, and turned to leave.

They ran towards the stone chamber, with some tents still burning behind them, but the fires were gradually dying down.

It will go out in a little while.

Except for the big bonfire in the middle, which is still burning, I don't know how many more months it will continue to burn.

Hilo wondered if he should move his habitat to this place, since the dome of this large open space was high enough to give full play to the dragon's advantage of flying.

It is also well-connected, so you won't be trapped in that dead end of the stone chamber by other creatures, like a turtle caught in a pot.

Aside from the possibility of being attacked from five directions, it has no major weaknesses.

But we'll have to wait until Novi wakes up to discuss it further.

Carrying the magic sword, I returned to the long passage and saw several gnoll corpses that hadn't been completely burned by the small campfire.

I breathed a sigh of relief. No wild beasts or ferocious creatures had come by, otherwise they would have definitely taken these gnoll skeletons first.

Without further intervention, the gnolls were allowed to continue expending their remaining energy.

Hilo quickly broke through the intact ice wall and entered the stone chamber.

As expected, Novi has not yet woken up. Shiloh thinks it will take at least a week for Novi to finish her first dragon sleep.

Hilo held the iron sword in his paws up to his eyes and examined it closely. The patterns carved on it were exquisite.

Silver dragons have a great fondness for collecting such exquisite items, and most magical items are quite exquisite.

It was heartbreaking when Hilo swallowed the staff and robe, but she had to give them up for the sake of survival.

I'm forced into this situation by life's circumstances. Why are you all pushing me?

This iron sword probably won't last much longer before it goes into Hiro's stomach. Hiro cherishes the time he spends with this iron sword.

After playing with the iron sword for a while, he put it back into the treasure chest he had previously opened.

Then place it in a corner of the stone chamber, then go to the side of the stone wall away from Novi, face the stone wall, activate the magic shield, and start breathing at the same time. Of course, the heart of magic is also constantly activated.

The dungeon is fraught with danger. Although we were able to defeat the gnoll clan without suffering any damage, who knows when a hidden boss might suddenly appear?

Shiloh herself is a perfect example; anything is possible.

Without letting up, Hilo began intensive training, constantly using spells to master them.

I hope to integrate the two magical circuits into my bloodline more quickly, thereby accelerating my progress in strength.

Each breath of icy cold air struck the wall, covering half of it with frost.

The magic power in his body was consumed as the dragon blood from his heart circulated within him.

However, Hilo always felt that his body had an astonishing amount of magical energy.

It took more than forty uses of the magic shield to completely deplete the magic power in his body.

Keep in mind that this is even though Hilo activates the third-circle spell, Mana Heart, every time he casts his magic shield.

Are all alien dragons this strong?