warm dragon

Chapter 20 Xiao Menglong breaks the promise

The horses raised in the manor's villa were in a good mood. The wheat seedlings, barley seedlings, and lentil seedlings harvested from the potion farm, still smelling of dew, were fed to the horses by the servants.

The cultivation of the three magic potions was carried out in an orderly manner under the leadership of the serf stewards and technicians.

The first batch of employees of the windmill were easily recruited by Old Hans.

So as a lord, Russell didn't really have much to do. He had a lot of spare time to patrol the territory.

I didn’t go to Fluorescent Castle for lunch at noon.

It takes four hours to go back and forth. Even if you can practice on the way, it is quite a waste of time, so Russell asked a guard to deliver the message and decided to return to the Fluorescent Castle once a week in the future.

All the time saved was used to practice the "Yuangguang Sword Technique".

"If you lack talent, you will make up for it with perseverance!" After drinking a magic potion and feeling the fighting spirit begin to boil, Russell immediately devoted himself wholeheartedly, wielding the stainless steel sword over and over again, and using the fighting spirit martial arts to draw his meridians.

Just one move to chop and stab, and it will be refined thousands of times.

Not only did Russell not have boring thoughts, but the more he practiced, the more he felt. He could eat all over the world with one move, as if this move could produce the power to split half of the sky if practiced deeply, and even reach the concept of cutting off all things with one sword. .

"It seems that in my previous life, I was a martial arts prodigy who was delayed by the 996 blessing!"

Whoops!

The stainless steel long sword was stabbed three feet in front of the body, maintaining an angle of 75 degrees with the body. A drop of sweat from the tip of the hair was thrown out by the inertia of the forward thrust, and landed accurately on the tip of the sword. Then it was split into two pieces by the sword blade.

There were beads of sweat all over the nose and cheeks.

Russell didn't feel tired at all, nor did he feel any physical fatigue.

If you practice something you are not interested in, you will become more and more tired as you practice it, but if you practice something you are interested in, you will always feel like you don’t have enough time.

"Sir, it's time for you to take a rest." Eric came over.

"Did you sleep well, Teacher Eric?" Russell did not stop and continued to wield the stainless steel sword, "I will practice for another quarter of an hour and then stop."

"It makes up for your sleep." Eric replied, and then he took out the stainless steel sword and started practicing by himself.

He is already a great knight, and the meridians throughout his body are integrated into one, and his fighting spirit cannot be increased. The next step is to contract a fantasy beast to break through the shackles of the realm.

"Teacher Eric, have you finished practicing the Dou Qi Chain?" Russell asked.

"Thousands of times tempered."

"So, the teacher only lacks one phantom beast."

"It's harder to contract a fantasy beast than to reach the sky, my lord." Eric slashed out with his sword, and the fighting spirit sword light flew three meters away.

It is difficult to make a contract with a fantasy beast, but it is even harder to obtain a fantasy beast.

Without Russell's help, he might only be a great knight in this life, unable to reach the realm of the Phantom Beast Knight.

He turned to look at Russell with expectation.

Russell just said casually: "There will be a chance."

As a lord, he naturally understood what Eric was thinking. A great knight who has reached the pinnacle of fighting spirit is willing to serve him for only two goals. One was awarded the title of Lord and entered the noble rank; the other was a contracted phantom beast and advanced to the level of phantom beast knight.

But he won't agree easily.

There is no need to draw some big cakes, they will be realized naturally when the time comes.

A quarter of an hour later, Russell stopped. The male servant immediately handed him a towel to wipe his sweat, and the maid brought tea to quench his thirst.

"Sir, would you like to arrange bath water for you?" the butler Morris asked.

"No, if you sweat a little, you have to take a shower. Don't I have to wash three or four times a day." Russell has not yet reached the stage of mysophobia.

In a flash, it was night.

After dinner and a shower, Russell once again chose to camp in Potion Village. The reason was to keep vigil for Cordyceps sinensis.

No one could persuade him and could only let him work. However, what puzzled Russell was that that night, he failed to enter the dark dreamland and slept until dawn.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, John."

After casually saying hello to the knight's retinue, Russell walked to the edge of the Netherworld River and washed his face with water. When the crushed river water returned to calm, he frowned deeply as he looked at the handsome face of Dao Ying in the water, unable to understand.

"The dark dream didn't appear, what happened?"

Since traveling through time, I will enter the dark dreamland every night, and then explore the dark dreamland with the little dream dragon.

In the past few days, with the help of dark dreams, he first discovered the pearl in the clam shell, and then discovered the elf worm bred in the birch tree. It can be said that Russell has initially understood and recognized his golden finger.

who knows.

The golden finger suddenly disappeared.

"Isn't it really gone?" Russell's face became more and more solemn, the value of dark dreams was immeasurable.

With the dark dreamland, he has boundless resources. Just being able to discover elf bugs in the wild is enough to push him to the top of his life.

Without the dark dream, Russell couldn't guarantee that he would be able to take off.

After all, in this magical world, what restricts development is not vision, but dragons and elves. Without dragons and elves, no matter how much knowledge a traveler has, it will be useless.

Moreover.

Russell was just an ordinary person in his previous life.

"Or is it that the little dream dragon left me? It shouldn't be the case. We have been getting along very well these days, and I didn't offend it?" There is no doubt that the dark dream came from the little dream dragon, although Russell did not I know Xiao Menglong’s roots.

It is unknown whether it was the last Dream Dragon ice cream he ate before his death, or some kind of dream dragon beyond imagination.

"Could it be..."

Russell thought of a possibility: "Little Menglong breathed out a breath of dragon breath and then got tired?"

In the past, in the dark dreamland, the little dream dragon would exhale, but it seemed that the dragon's breath, which was as light as mist, was sucked back by it.

Only this time, in order to help the birch tree breed fairy bugs, the little dream dragon failed to take back its dragon breath.

"This, if this is true, the little dream dragon is too weak... That's not right. The little dream dragon has four limbs and two wings. This is the characteristic of a giant dragon. What it spits out should be dragon flames..." Dragon Breath is a bipedal flying dragon. The breath of Dragon Flame is the breath of giant dragon.

The bipedal wyvern, as its name suggests, has only a pair of powerful hind limbs, while its forelimbs are turned into fleshy wings.

A giant dragon with four limbs and a pair of independent wings.

Except for the small spots, the Little Dream Dragon perfectly matched the characteristics of a giant dragon, but Russell was not sure what it was.

all in all.

Russell raised his head and cheered up: "Don't worry, wait until tonight to see if the little Menglong will show up again!"

Suppressing his worries, he returned to being the elegant noble lord.

He was busy patrolling his own territory, supervising the cultivation of potions in the Potion Village, meeting with the masons and carpenters from the town, and discussing the drawings of the windmill...

Wait until night falls.

Russell still chose to camp in the Potion Village, and then looked forward to the arrival of the little dream dragon with a dark dream. However, after one night, the little dream dragon still failed to appear.

"A mouthful of Dragon Flame, do you need to rest for so long, ice cream?"

Russell raised his head and sighed, feeling a little unmotivated.

The only good news is that on the thickest birch tree, there is a branch-like spore growing three meters away. If you feel it carefully, you can feel the rhythmic magic in it, like a little life breathing gently. .

The birch insect is about to take shape.

(End of this chapter)