The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

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"Wuu yii ya!"

The smoke was swirling around, and within a few kilometers, likely all was the peculiar smell of smoked grass; the sounds of cows mooing, pigs squealing, and chickens and ducks calling from the wooden house could no longer be heard.

It was unclear whether they had been knocked out by the smell of the smoked grass or fainted from the Formless Dragon's Dragon Might.

Through the smoke, the Eye of Magic could barely make out what the Formless Dragon was doing. After it had finished eating the calf, it became picky, biting something on the left and then throwing it away and doing the same on the right. It was uncertain whether it had eaten any other food or not.

Occasionally, it would lick the wine in the water jar but didn't seem to immerse itself; it appeared to have no love for fine wine.

"Wuu yii ya!"

Suddenly, it raised its head with another sharp call.

The intent was not clear; it was unknown whether it was enjoying the meal or feeling bored. However, since it didn't leave and was still picking food here and there on the table, it seemed that it wasn't bored and was still enjoying the picnic. Then, it was seen to suddenly focus on a particular food and started to devour it.

It simply sat on the ground, continuously grabbing food with the claws on its wings and stuffing it into its mouth.

It occasionally stuck its head into a jar full of wine, constantly licking with its tongue.

"That's good, with wine and meat, this meal must make you feel completely relaxed; get excited quickly!" Liszt pressed his hand against his chest, his gaze firmly fixed on the Formless Dragon. The Little Fire Dragon's frenzy was almost too much to suppress, but he had to keep it under control and dared not reveal his struggle, "Leave the gemstone, release your bloodline magic power, then, you can leave gracefully!"

He was feeling conflicted now.

He hoped that the Formless Dragon would happily enjoy its picnic and then leave behind the treasure, yet he also wanted it to leave soon so that he could deal with the increasingly troubling frenzy of the Little Fire Dragon.

The Mini Little Fire Dragon's mood was more excited than ever before.

It was an excitement like that of being drunk and going on a rampage.

"The Formless Dragon isn't excited yet, but you are getting ahead of yourself. Wait until I have a spare moment, and then I'll teach you how to be a dragon," Liszt reasoned.

Taking deep breaths and circulating his Dou Qi, he had to divert half of his attention to suppress the Little Fire Dragon's rampage. Time slowly ticked away in this standoff, and a quarter of an hour had already passed. On the other side, the Formless Dragon had been eating, drinking, and making "Wuu yii ya" noises for a while.

It definitely got excited, but it was uncertain how much bloodline magic power it could release or how many Space Gems it would produce.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Suddenly.

The Formless Dragon made another "Wuu yii ya" call, left the dining table on foot, used its wings to maintain balance like a bat crawling. Its crawling direction, however, was toward the fortress where Liszt was. It hadn't crawled more than a few steps before suddenly it spread its wings, pushed off with its hind legs, and flew up in an instant.

"Is it leaving?"

Just as Liszt was thinking this, the Formless Dragon suddenly descended; its landing spot was right where Liszt's fortress was situated. Liszt had barely time to react when the Formless Dragon accurately crashed down five meters in front of the fortress, raising its head and letting out a long "Wuu yii ya!"

Diverting his attention to suppress the Little Fire Dragon made Liszt's reactions somewhat slow. Only then did he remember to retract to the tunnel inside the fortress and make a quick escape.

But as his gaze fell on the Formless Dragon, his feet remained unmoved.

The Formless Dragon in front of him seethed with magic power, undergoing some transformation. He couldn't see its eyes, but he could feel it was staring straight at him.

It was a peculiar feeling, a gaze without hostility.

Moved by a thought, Liszt stopped shifting his feet and dispelled the Eye of Magic, reverting to normal human vision. Upon seeing this, he was astounded to find that the Formless Dragon in front of the fortress was no longer invisible; it revealed its form—like a flowing mercury, shimmering with a faint multicolored light.

"I can actually see the Formless Dragon?"

"It revealed itself to me on its own initiative? What does this mean? Is it like what "The Adventure of Ranger Griffe" described, that I've earned the friendship of the Formless Dragon?" Liszt stood in front of the fortress window, cautiously still, his mind whirring at high speed, analyzing the current situation.

The posture of the Formless Dragon didn't appear as if it wished to hunt.

For hunting, being invisible was the best strategy, unless it intended to play a game of cat and mouse, otherwise, there was no need to reveal itself.

"So, should I step out now and meet it?" Watching the slender shape of the Formless Dragon, yet his feet hesitated to move. A dragon is a dragon, and just standing there, its Dragon Might was so oppressive that he, a Sky Knight, could hardly breathe, let alone engage it in face-to-face communication.

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One minute swiftly passed by.

The Formless Dragon did not continue to approach the bunker; it merely revealed its body and sat on the ground, watching the bunker. Liszt, however, was struggling within himself, wanting to step out but not daring to do so. He wished the Mini Little Fire Dragon near his heart would act up again to interrupt his impulse.

Yet, at this moment, the Mini Little Fire Dragon was unusually quiet, not making a single move.

"Should I go out or not?"

"With the might of a Dragon, even if I hide in the tunnels, it could easily snatch me out, couldn't it?"

"So, go out?" He gritted his teeth fiercely and made a decision, "Then, I'll boldly step out and present myself with good manners; that way, at least if I am slain by the Dragon, it will be a dignified death."

Immediately after,

he shook off the mud clinging to his clothes and pushed aside the stone blocking the entrance of the bunker. With inner tension and an outwardly calm demeanor, he stepped out of the bunker.

The air outside was thick with the foul odor of Smoked Grass; even wearing a mask, he couldn't resist it.

Feeling nauseous enough to vomit.

Praiseworthy though, was that the disgusting smell somewhat eased his tension, allowing him to relax considerably. The Formless Dragon, five meters away, still fixed its gaze on Liszt. It sat tall, perfectly concealing the rising sun behind it, giving it a golden halo.

Compared to its form sketched by magic power, its current form truly showcased the elegance of a Dragon.

Every line was incredibly beautiful.

Especially its long, triangular head, which possessed a combined elegance of a lady and the dignity of a gentleman. Its eyes were also elongated and did not appear sinister but, on the contrary, exuded an odd enticing power. The pupils were deep black, revealing a touch of human-like quality.

It opened its mouth and softly called out, "Wuu yee ya!"

"It hasn't attacked me; indeed, it bears no malice towards me!" Liszt didn't understand what the other was yelling, but he knew that he hadn't made the wrong decision.

The behavior of the Formless Dragon was friendly.

Thus, he walked towards the Formless Dragon calmly; a five-meter distance required just a few steps, and soon they were face to face, closely observing one another.

"Wuu yee ya."

"What?"

"Wuu yee ya."

"I don't understand."

A Dragon and a man thus commenced to converse.

After a few exchanges, seemingly realizing that Liszt was a simpleton, a hint of "helplessness" flashed through the narrow eyes of the Formless Dragon. Then it quietly lifted its left forelimb, stretched it out, and shook it.

It called out to Liszt once more, "Wuu yee ya."

"What are you doing? Are you asking me to put my face there?" Unprompted, Liszt remembered a short video he'd watched. A man extended his hand, and his girlfriend would promptly place her face upon it. Regardless of what she was doing, whenever the man reached out, she would come and rest her face on his hand.

He didn't know what it meant, but he had been quite annoyed after watching the video.

He detested people who flaunted their affection publicly.

Of course, the Formless Dragon wouldn't be so frivolous, and Liszt understood its intention after a moment of reflection. He then mimicked the gesture by extending his own left hand.

The next moment,

the Formless Dragon lowered its head and drew close to his left hand.