Chapter 53: Dragon Spear

The dwarf sorcerer gradually drew closer.

Wearing a focusing magic lens, he adjusted the focal length to the microscopic level and clearly saw the metallic luster on the dragon scale's surface fading away, revealing an internal honeycomb structure for storing fire elements.

This was a form never recorded in alchemy textbooks.

Thinking that his discovery this time might allow him to publish a thesis.

The dwarf sorcerer's breathing grew rapid, his thick beard trembling with excitement.

Meanwhile.

As the flames scorched, the shattered scales turned completely to a searing red; under the microscope, molten-like bright red substance seeped from those honeycomb holes.

The dwarf sorcerer keenly sensed the danger and his expression changed.

Voom!

Runes instantly lit up on the iron ring tied to his beard, rapidly extending a layer of light shield that spread to cover the dwarf sorcerer's body.

The shattered scales exploded like a squeezed sun.

Boom!

A ball of flame and shockwave suddenly erupted, striking the dwarf sorcerer, blasting him away, and smashing through three rows of shelves.

Ten-plus seconds later.

Groni climbed up from the chaotic workshop, covered in soot, his scorched beard still smoking; if not for the iron ring hanging on his beard, a defensive alchemical artifact that blocked much of the damage, the sorcerer's fragile constitution would have inevitably resulted in severe injury.

Even so, he paid a price for this carelessness.

Severe pain shot through his left eye; when he touched his face, he only felt the melted metal frame and sticky lens residue.

The explosion came too suddenly, his alchemical artifact did not activate in time, so this eye was blasted blind.

He truly could not have imagined.

That such a tiny piece of shattered scale could cause such a degree of killing destruction.

Regaining his composure, he took a closer look.

The mithril crucible cracked in a radial pattern, the rune carving knife shattered into several pieces, and the focusing magic lens was also broken; the pain on his body was secondary, these losses hurt the dwarf sorcerer even more.

For an alchemist, useful tools are hard to find even for a thousand gold.

"Waaaaah! The cunning red-iron mixed-blood evil dragon! I will remember you!"

The dwarf sorcerer's skin flushed red from rising anger, his shouts echoing in the night.

Bang! Olaf, wielding a warhammer taller than himself, kicked open the deformed workshop door, his gaze sweeping the interior like a fierce tiger, and saw the red-hot, blind dwarf sorcerer.

"Groni, what happened?"

He asked.

The dwarf sorcerer: "I was attacked by an evil dragon."

He briefly recounted the events.

After hearing the dwarf sorcerer's words, Olaf's eyes widened, and he muttered bluntly: "What evil dragon attack? Didn't you just get blasted because you were an idiot?"

Upon hearing this.

The dwarf sorcerer froze, then spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Being called an idiot by a barbarian made him feel like he was about to explode, yet he was unable to refute it.

The dwarf sorcerer, overwhelmed by rage, spat out a mouthful of old blood, suffered from brain hypoxia, and fell straight to the ground, fainting dead away.

Meanwhile.

Fierce Bear Ridge, Conifer Valley.

Garos knew nothing of what happened to the dwarf sorcerer; if he had known, he absolutely would have couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Roasting his own exploding scales with flames and sticking his face right up to inspect them; not being blown to death on the spot counted as him reacting quickly.

The Earth Fierce Bears, famous for their defense and fully focused, were each blown into bloody, charred messes during their sparring sessions with Garos.

A sorcerer with a fragile body, blasted at close range without warning; if his reaction had been even slightly slower, there would have been a real risk of death.

Unaware of this happening under the same sky.

Garos's fighting spirit was high; the training for the little dragon was not yet over.

He thought seriously: exercising only the scales outside the reproductive cavity was equivalent to putting a thicker layer of defense over a weakness, but the weakness still existed; it was best to exercise the weakness directly.

Thus, after some mental preparation.

Garos took a deep breath, stood upright, and thrust his hips to ram a conifer pine of not many years, with slightly soft texture.

As wood chips flew, the little dragon extending from the reproductive cavity drilled a deep hole in the tree trunk.

Garos's face mask twitched and twisted several times, emitting a hissing sound like inhaling cold air; even with his current tolerance for pain, he still couldn't help but bare his teeth and grimace.

This kind of training on one's own weakness was something a normal dragon could never resolve to do.

"Again! I will make this weakness as hard as steel, no, harder than steel!"

The red-iron young dragon gritted his teeth and forced himself, ramming forward with brute force once more.

Bang bang bang! The tree trunk gradually became dense with holes, cracks extended, and soon it could no longer bear the load, snapping completely in two.

Garos also felt the little dragon was extremely sore and stinging, truly unable to continue, so he stopped, waited for a rest, and then began a new round of adaptation training.

The next day, when the first ray of dawn shone upon the Conifer Valley.

Garos spread his wings and flew out from the mountain cave in the center of the valley.

The Conifer Valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with many natural caves in the mountains; Garos chose the largest and most comfortable one as his dragon nest.

As the saying goes, the plan for the day begins in the morning.

Under normal circumstances, Garos would take flight at dawn to hunt suitable fierce beasts and demons, while also honing his combat skills.

If it were another dragon ruling a Xiong Qun.

It would most likely order its subjects to hunt for it, providing food, while it directly lived a wonderful life of enjoying the fruits of others' labor.

Garos did not do so; his hunting frequency did not decrease, for hunting was not only for food, but also to hone his own combat skills and enrich his practical experience, an indispensable part of his training.

Practical experience was very important in Garos's eyes.

Just like the Copper Dragon he had encountered back then.

A young dragon over sixteen years old carrying several alchemical items; if its practical experience had been rich enough, Garos's robbery would not have succeeded so easily. It was also because he judged that the Copper Dragon lacked combat experience that Garos decided to counterattack and seize the treasure, rather than simply retreating.

Back to the matter at hand.

Garos had intended to take off directly to hunt.

But because his steps were too large, the movement tugged at him; the lingering pain between his hind legs was intense, making him bare his teeth and grimace, so he landed again, helplessly lying on a rock slab, preparing to rest for a while longer.

Samantha noticed something unusual about Garos.

Samantha approached on all fours, asking in surprise: "My dear brother, are you injured?"

Garos: "No."

Samantha did not believe him, saying: "When you were walking just now, you looked awkward; it definitely isn't normal."

"Don't be stubborn. Where are you injured? Let me take a look."

"I have mastered a new rune; I will engrave it on your injury site to speed up the recovery of the wound."

The Red Dragon extended its sharp claws and leaned warmly toward Garos.

Garos frowned, dangerous light flashing in his eyes, and said: "Stay away from me. Test your rune on the Rage Bear."

(End of this chapter)