There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

Name: Frost Wurm

Race: Dragon

Moves: Slap, Ice Storm Breath, (Unknown)

Description: A shoddy product of the legendary ancient dragon, a failed work of nature.

This flying dragon is different from the powerful and orthodox ancient dragon.

The ancient dragon walks on all fours, has huge wings on its back, and possesses extraordinary intelligence.

But these flying dragons only have two hind legs, and their two front limbs are connected to the wings. Just like pterosaurs and chickens, their IQ has rapidly declined over thousands of years of evolution.

Now its intelligence is no different from that of wild beasts.

This is why this group of flying dragons are called "Asian Dragons".

To be precise, having the word "dragon" in the name is already a compliment. In Domi's opinion, they are just a group of large flying lizards. After knowing their moves, they are as threatening to privacy as stripping off the panties.

The Dark Moon Slime Gel gathered on Domi's fists, forming a thin layer of gloves.

In an instant, it was enveloped by a deep blue color, like the flames burning in the deep sea, and every time it was waved, it carried a wisp of residual flame.

This is the coolest form of releasing soul-devouring energy that Domi could think of.

This kind of special effect cannot be obtained in some four-character games without spending thousands of dollars.

Even Forty-Seven had never seen magic of such properties... Wait, is this still magic?

Just looking at this ball of 'fire' made Forty-Seven feel blinded, and the magic power in his body was about to boil.

It's not that he was burning, it's purely out of fear. He was so scared that he wanted to escape from his body desperately and merge into the world to stay away from this forbidden power.

Then, Domi started praying - Mantis shrimp, designated the displacement skill 'Hound Pace', and drank a bottle of fanatic incense.

【Fanatical Fragrance:

Increases maximum stamina by 20%, basic stamina recovery speed by 5%, increases injury damage by 25%, and physical damage by 30%

Explanation: You are already on the battlefield, and you are still afraid of getting hurt? Look for yourself, you are so scared that you dare not move. 】

Under the influence of the fanatic incense, Domi's mood became excited. He turned his head slightly to look at Forty-Seven, and his voice came from under the mask:

"Are you ready, Forty-Seven? We are about to attack. Follow me closely. If you are too far away, I can't save you."

Forty-Seven, hiding under his hood, nodded solemnly.

Without a second's hesitation, Duomi jumped down! Forty-seven followed closely behind!

Forty-Seven himself does not have any means to be immune to the damage caused by falling, but he trusts Domi, his young master, 100%.

And Domi did not let him down and gave him the blessing of wind in mid-air.

The two of them smashed towards the unfortunate frost dragons like meteors, and the residual flames thrown out by the soul-devouring energy drew a streak of starlight across the snowy mountain stream!

"I will take your reverse scales!"

A punch packed with high-concentration soul-devouring energy and the kinetic energy of falling from a high altitude hit the forehead of a sleeping frost dragon.

Boom! !

The immense force almost smashed its head into the snow.

The soul-devouring energy penetrated into the body of the dragon like a mad dog, wantonly destroying the magical patterns in its body. The tremor at the end of tragedy brought a 40% increase in continuous damage, making it feel the highest pain among dragons at every moment.

The blue ashes flew like petals of a blooming mandala.

Those are the flesh and scales that have been eroded by the soul-devouring energy, and will eventually return to nature under this deep blue.

Eighty health bars were emptied in an instant!

It struggled for a while and then died.

At the same time, on the other side, Forty-Seven, holding an extremely sharp dagger in his hand, swiftly cut the throat of a dragon, and the scarlet blood sprayed all over the ground like a water pump.

"Roar!!"

Seeing their two companions died tragically and their sleep disturbed, the frost dragons who had awakened one after another became furious. They opened their mouths and violent ice magic brewed in them.

"Ice storm breath, be careful to avoid it!"

As he spoke, Domi summoned the three warriors of Night Villa, asked the tower shield brother to hold up the tower shield and stand in the front, and the swordsman brother to help support him from behind, allowing these two people to attract the attention of this group of stupid dragons.

The breath mixed with air sprayed on the tall tower shield, but the two of them stood firm like a reef in the flood, splitting the torrent of breath into two.

Domi, Assassin Brother, and Forty-Seven were thus able to continue moving among the dragons like ghosts, and every now and then a sub-dragon would fall down with a bang.

Either a large amount of blue ash gushed out, or blood was spilled on the spot.

The Asian dragons gradually realized that this group of humans could not be bullied at will like the ones they had encountered before. They understood this truth through the deaths of several of their companions.

Then they flapped their wings and flew into the sky!

Compared to the ancient dragons, they are a lot dumber, but they still have basic awareness.

Knowing that you can’t win on the ground, why not just fly into the sky?

Indeed, as long as they fly into the sky, neither Forty-Seven, the assassin's knife, nor Domi's fist will be able to touch them anymore. This is also the meaning of giving them wings.

But this doesn't mean that Domi has no other means.

Seeing that the icy storm breath brewing in the Asian dragons was about to be completed, Forty-Seven couldn't help but panic. In such a small activity space, he was under such a dense and large-scale attack. He couldn't guarantee that Domi would survive...

But no matter how small the probability is, he can't give up.

So Forty-Seven ran towards Domi desperately, trying to use his body to block the fatal attack for Domi.

And at this critical moment, Domi stretched out his hands towards them in the sky.

The next second, countless dark blue threads surged out and pierced into their mouths where magic was brewing at an extremely fast speed.

When the rich magic meets the Devouring Soul that can destroy all magic, the consequences can be imagined -

All the dragons suffered from the backlash of the magic power. Several dragons, young and old, almost couldn't bear it. They lost control of their bodies and fell directly from the sky.

Boom!

They fell painfully on the snow and could hardly stand up for a short time.

In the reflection of the vertical pupils, they saw two tiny humans still running towards them. They wanted to condense the ice magic once again to release the storm, but they never expected that the magic would automatically dissipate as soon as it gathered into a small ball.

The soul-devouring energy had already penetrated into their bodies through that thorn. Under Domi's multi-threaded control, it would come out to cause trouble whenever they wanted to gather magic power.

As a result, they lost the best moment for defense.

puff!

The sharp dagger lifted the scales and pierced into their still fragile hearts, killing them instantly.

The instigator of all this was taking out a longbow from behind his back, shooting arrows made of soul-devouring energy.

The power of mathematics turned into a parabola of extreme precision, as if a pair of hands that were extremely skilled in archery were placed on his hands, calculating the wind speed, gravity and even everything that could affect the flight of the arrow.

Draw the bow and arrow, aim for the full moon.

"call out!"

Arrows shot out from the clouds!

With precise guidance, the arrow shot into the eye socket of a Asian dragon, popping one of its eyeballs and bringing the soul-devouring energy in the arrow into its body.

Soon, it was tortured to the point where it could no longer flap its wings. It let out a faint dragon roar and then fell from the sky.

Forty-Seven and Assassin, who were standing below, were already extremely hungry and thirsty.

Every time one fell down, they would kill it. The two sides worked together, and their efficiency was so high.

But as time passed, the remaining few dragons had recovered from the initial backlash of magic.

They knew they could not defeat these three tiny humans, so they turned around and ran away. Even if Domi wanted to chase them, he was unable to do so.

However, looking at the dragon corpses all over the ground, Domi was quite satisfied.

Several people pounced on the dragon corpses, swiftly cut off the scales in front of their hearts, and put them into their pockets.

Each reverse scale is worth 10,000 Northern Kingdom shields, just like making money with a sack.

They had just used up all the money they brought with them when they came out, and now they just happened to replenish their supplies. In human society, it is impossible to take a single step without money.

Soon, Forty-Seven and the three older brothers handed over all the collected scales to Domi. Each scale was still stained with fresh dragon blood.

I counted them, sixteen.

"Well done! It's just as A-Tai said, you're a natural talent."

Hearing the praise from the young master, Forty-Seven trembled for a rare moment, but nothing more happened.

Domi laughed helplessly, then cast wind magic to lift the two of them into the air and return to the top of the mountain where they had placed their travel bags.

However, just when they reached halfway up the mountain, the [Spider Sense] that Domi had drawn earlier suddenly sent a fatal warning.

The view was suddenly covered by snowflakes all over the sky, and the strong wind brought countless snowflakes with it.

Sudden snowstorm!

He almost subconsciously grabbed Forty-Seven's wrist, then threw Night Slaughter in another direction, and Flying Thunder God was activated in an instant.

The two of them were suddenly stuck in mid-air, snowflakes flew into their mouths, making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

One second later, a scratch of a dragon's claw suddenly flashed across the place where they were originally standing.

Domi's heart was filled with alarm.

In his perception, a dragon creature far stronger than an ordinary frost dragon was approaching!

The sneak attack failed, and it once again hid in the blizzard, flapped the wings on its back, and quickly attacked Domi and the others!

This time, Domi saw its full picture!

It was a frost dragon with four limbs and wings on its back!

No...it should be called the Frost Dragon King, who possesses the higher bloodline of the ancient frost dragon and inherits the sacred and ancient characteristics.

The only difference between it and its ancestors is that its IQ is not very high, its magical talent is not very good, and its skin is far from being as hard as the earth.

But it is enough to be the king among the degenerate tribes.

The health bar is so thick that there are 180 tubes! !

Such an existence is far beyond the current Domi's ability to contend with.

He quickly used Flying Thunder God again towards the top of the mountain.

But as if the Dragon King had noticed it in advance, he changed direction the moment the Flying Thunder God was launched and flew towards the direction where they were about to appear.

"That's too late……"

A huge dragon claw slapped over, and it kept getting bigger in his eyes, as if death was imminent.

At this moment, his wrist was pulled by a force, taking him out of the claw attack range, but also putting himself in fatal danger.

“Forty-seven!!”

Domi's screams seemed to disappear into the snowstorm.

In a flash, he condensed all the slime gel on Forty-Seven's back...

puff!

Fomalhaut's cloak was torn, leaving three deep bloody scars on his back that were visible to the bone.

"cough!"

Forty-Seven even spat a mouthful of blood onto Domi's chest.

As if feeling proud of his success, the Dragon King flew high into the sky, uttering a melodious dragon roar, as if he was using the language of ancient dragons to mock their arrogance.

Boom boom boom boom——

No... that's not the case...

A rumbling sound came from the snow-capped mountains not far away.

avalanche!

The Dragon King used the language of ancient dragons and performed the art of words that only ancient dragons knew!

Domi once saw a record about the ancient dragon spirit in a very old book.