Chapter 237 The Sleeping Dragon
After all matters were taken care of, Cassius dragged his dragon body into the cave alone. The warm cave that was about to hollow out the mountain would undoubtedly become his most perfect habitat.
"Finally."
In the cave illuminated by the eternal flame, surrounded by many gleaming gold coins and treasures, the red dragon slowly lay on the ground, gradually curling up its huge body, and its broad wings were folded loosely at its sides.
Hot white steam was everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.
On the surface of his body, there were ripples like flowing magma, emitting unimaginable heat.
In the past, red dragons needed to sleep in a lava environment to obtain abundant fire element energy. Now, the red dragon with the ancestral dragon bloodline itself is an inexhaustible source of energy. The dragon that uses fire is as old and hot as the literal meaning, and even the blood vessels in the base cannot contain the full heat.
The only thing he needs to do is to release the power hidden in the bloodline seeds - those light waves are just the energy overflowing from his body.
"Jingle bell clang."
A small sound came.
The long and thick tail of the red dragon gently swept the ground, pushing away the scattered gold coins and clearing a large open space, allowing him to reserve more ample space.
"I hope there will be a little surprise when I wake up."
Cassius's golden eyes shone with anticipation.
He slowly closed his eyes, his breathing became longer, and the ripples on his body also moved with the ups and downs of his breathing.
The abundant fire element energy gradually gathered on the surface of the scales, forming a thick, almost solid light film that tightly wrapped the red dragon's body.
In this way, a rare spectacle appeared in the cave - a huge "cocoon" with a diameter of nearly thirty meters appeared, but it was different from ordinary cocoons. There were ripples like magma flowing on its surface, and it was wrapped in The existence is also a red dragon about to undergo metamorphosis, not a larva that transforms into a butterfly.
However, considering its race, it seems more appropriate to call it a "dragon egg".
This is Cassius's subconscious self-protection measure. He used the surplus overflowing energy to weave a spell similar to the [Egg of Sanctuary]. Any creature that touches this light film will be reduced to ashes by the extreme high temperature. This can Protect the vulnerable red dragon from harm from the outside world.
Hot magma gushes from the ground.
In this way, Cassius fell into a deep sleep, not knowing when he would wake up.
At the entrance of the cave, inside the Iron Dragon Wing Palace.
"Hurry up!"
"You lazy fools."
Trump shouted impatiently.
This tall dragon-veined ogre magician is leading dozens of spell casters from the kingdom to set up the magic circle intensively.
All kinds of explosions, poisonous fog, acid rain and even ground stabbing spells were stuffed into it, turning the only passage into the cave into a dangerous place full of traps and a tomb that all adventurers could avoid.
Suddenly, Lang Pu picked up a mage who was casting a spell and cursed fiercely:
"Idiot! Who asked you to put the ice pick here!"
"If someone really invades, he must first trigger the wall of fire on the ground. Your damn ice pick will evaporate into a puddle of water before it can hurt anyone!"
The mage was trembling all over and replied with a cry: "Lord Trump, yes, I was wrong."
The ogre then put it down and turned to look at the constant protective circle on the other side - flashing runes will appear at the junction of the column and the ground or other surfaces, and creatures will not be able to voluntarily To enter the column area through non-magical means, you can only go through places full of traps.
But Trump, who was already quite sophisticated, noticed something was wrong at a glance, and he asked:
"Who created this protective magic circle?" A black-robed mage walked out of the crowd with a flattering smile on his face. He thought that the magic circle was set up extremely perfectly and might be praised by Trump.
But he never thought that as soon as he stood up, he would be scolded in full.
"Would you like to take a closer look?"
"Idiot! Your magic is working in the opposite direction! This makes it impossible for people to get out, not to get in!"
"Yes, Mr. Trump."
The ogre's stinking spittle flew into his face, but the black-robed mage could only apologize, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead - after all, Trump's status in the kingdom was self-evident, and he still had hope for funding for his magic experiments. Distributed by this rude ogre.
Trump raised his staff, pointed at a dim formation on the wall and roared:
"Who is responsible for this damn guard inscription?"
There was silence in the hall, and no one dared to respond to the angry Trump.
"The materials used to guard the inscription are incense and diamond powder worth at least two hundred gold coins. What idiot replaced the diamond powder with bone powder?"
"Even those goblins with brains smaller than fruit cores can't come up with such despicable corruption methods. Do you really think I can't see it?"
Before Lang Pu finished speaking, a hot wind suddenly blew in the hall.
"Hoo——"
The hot breath made Lump, who had the blood of the red dragon, feel a little uncomfortable. Those human mages with thin skin and tender flesh were so hot that they jumped to the point where they were about to shed a layer of skin. They hurriedly cast various protective spells. .
However, the temperature in the hall continued to rise. In just a few breaths, it reached a high temperature of nearly 40 degrees - a temperature that was impossible to reach in the natural environment of Anze Tower.
Trump frowned slightly and said solemnly:
"It's the master, he has entered a deep sleep."
"He had been deliberately suppressing the majestic energy in his body before, but now he can no longer control it and can only release it."
Thinking of this, Trump said to the spell casters:
"Everyone, please leave, this place is no longer suitable for you to stay."
He waved his staff casually, and a space crack leading to the mage tower appeared in front of him.
All the spellcasters felt as if they had been granted amnesty and rushed into the portal to leave this place that had become like purgatory.
There was even a gray-robed man in the crowd who breathed a long sigh of relief and quietly followed him - he was the mage who cut corners, and he was secretly glad that he had escaped.
But the mage didn't know that with just a sigh, he was keenly noticed by Rumple. A ferocious sneer appeared on the ogre's face, and he was determined to go back and settle accounts with him - but now is not the time. .
After all the mages left, Rumple flew out of the palace alone. The red dragon blood flowing in his body allowed him to stay here.
He stared at the sealed cave entrance and felt the increasingly hot air on his body. He seemed to be able to imagine what a spectacular scene and what kind of majestic power there was in the cave where the red dragon slept.
"May you become stronger."
"Until..Victory over the gods."
The ogre murmured to himself, his ugly face filled with the fervor of a believer and unspeakable sincerity.
(End of chapter)