The Dragon of the Apocalypse

By the way, I'm a little hungry now. As half of my slaves, you all go catch some food for me! Hurry!

When the orcs heard this, they subconsciously looked at their master, but Rand was currently immersed in the ocean of learning, so how could he have time to pay attention to them?

Seeing Rand's lack of response, the half-orcs could only separate out a few and go out hunting.

Seeing this, the little black dragon also quickly said:

And mine! I am Ed Saffyth Oakburn, Rand's favorite brother!

My favorite brother? What dragon farts are you making?

Rand's favorite one is obviously me!

When the little female dragon heard what the little black dragon said, she immediately became unhappy.

My scales are pure black, and Rand's scales are also darker than red. Naturally, Rand likes me more. The little black dragon replied.

You are so weak, how can I like you?

How strong are you? Have you forgotten how you were in the hands of the Silver Dragon?

Damn it! You bastard! I'm going to tear your mouth apart!

When the little female dragon was told that her defense had been broken, she became furious, threw the little black dragon down and beat her.

The little black dragon screamed wildly after being beaten, and even asked Lander to save his life.

This interrupted Rand's learning thoughts and made him furious.

You two losers! Won't you be quieter?

Staring with blood-red eyes, Rand came to the two dragons and picked up the head of one with one claw.

Then, in their frightened eyes, he bumped hard!

Boom! ! ! !

The two heads hit each other, and the next moment, the eyes of the two little dragons rolled up, their heads tilted, and they fainted.

Rand then threw them aside like garbage.

The orcs looked at each other.

These two little dragons are indeed not favored by their masters. In other words, should we listen to them?

Several orcs kept communicating with each other with their eyes.

Return to several shamans.

Half a day later.

Rand faced an iron weapon on the ground, opened his ferocious dragon's mouth, and a red-hot flame ray suddenly spurted out!

laugh! ! !

The ray made contact with the iron sword and made a screeching sound.

After ten seconds, the iron sword began to slowly turn red.

After more than twenty seconds, the iron sword became even redder.

More than thirty seconds later, the ray melted the center of the iron sword, and drops of molten iron rolled down.

Rand shut his mouth.

The half-orc shaman on the side immediately sent a sincere dragon fart. No, it should be said to be a compliment:

Master! It only took you half a day to engrave the model of the scorching ray in the spiritual sea and successfully cast it.

It is no exaggeration to say that Master, you are definitely the strongest spellcasting genius I have seen in decades!

Becoming a legendary spellcaster in the future is a piece of cake!

After receiving a dragon fart, Rand didn't look good. He asked with a stern face:

Is this the only power of the scorching ray?

Huh? That's of course, but the master can use it for more than thirty seconds continuously without even taking a breath. It's really amazing.

I thought of my old self, who had just learned this spell, but it could only last a few seconds.

Compared with the master, I am really ashamed. The shaman said again.

No! No! The power of this scorching ray is only so small. How could the silver dragon's ice ray be so powerful?

The principle of ice ray and scorching ray should be the same! Just the properties are different!

There is no reason for the huge difference in power!

The silver dragon's ice ray can freeze me.

My scorching ray makes no sense except to tickle a dragon!

Rand muttered.

Unlike human beings who need to meditate all the time to increase spiritual magic.

Dragons are naturally magical creatures, and their spiritual magic also increases with physical growth and age.

Therefore, even though Rand's magic growth is only 2 points, his own magic power is definitely no worse than that of an ordinary young dragon!

He kept thinking about the possible reasons, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he said:

That's right! You guys should have a way to make the scorching ray more powerful, right?

Make the searing ray more powerful?

This... requires changing the spell model. With my ability, it is impossible to do it... The shaman looked a little stiff.

What about you? Can any of you do it?

I and we can't do it either. It's too difficult to change the spell model. If there is a slight mistake, the model will collapse. Legend has it that only archmages above level 15 and some genius spellcasters can do this.

Another shaman also said.

Tsk! A bunch of losers! I really shouldn't have counted on you.

Rand clicked his tongue, feeling very unhappy.

If that's all, then what use is the spell to him?

The waste spells of levels 2 and 3 are simply not as effective as his random slapping.

He was sullen and worried, and suddenly saw a few orcs not far away carrying two prey back.

Not long after he woke up, the little dragon who had been holding back his voice cheered and rushed over. Just as he was about to feast on the two prey, a huge shadow enveloped them.

Turning around, he saw Rand had arrived:

You guys did a good job. You just caught food for me without even asking me to tell you. It seems that your brains have improved a lot since you followed me.

After Rand finished speaking, he lifted up a prey, breathed dragon's breath to remove its hair and swallowed it in one gulp.

Several orcs who were catching food each looked at each other before saying:

“This is all taught well by my master.

The two little dragons looked at each other and burst into tears.

The food I had been waiting for for a long time was just gone!

Their mouths were filled with laughter as they watched.

Rand, give us another one.

The little female dragon whispered her request.

As a result, Rand picked up another prey, breathed fire, removed its fur, and swallowed it. Then he used his claws to poke Tao's ears, looked at the little female dragon and said:

What did you say just now?

No...it's nothing. Just be happy, Rand. In fact, we asked these slaves to catch these prey, the little female dragon said.

Oh, it turns out it's you. It's rare that we've been apart for half a year, so you're a lot smarter.

Rand said casually, rubbed his belly, and felt much better. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

The spells used by that silver dragon have very similar auras to dragon breath. Could it be that they were modified based on dragon breath?

Maybe the silver dragon uses dragon breath as the source of magic power supply!

He quickly ran to several shamans, spoke out this possibility, and provided several shamans with a direction to change the spell model.

But these old shamans were completely incompetent and kept shaking their heads.

This made Rand look down on them even more.

Can we only invest our future potential in magic talents? Then rely on your own clever mind to solve this matter?

As soon as this idea came up, Rand abandoned it.

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