RPAGF Chapter 167 Even the Ice Dragon Can't Stop in a Second, What Waves Are Waves?
Chapter 167 Even the Ice Dragon Can't Stop in a Second, What Waves Are Waves?
Chapter 167 Even the Ice Dragon Can't Stop in a Second, What Waves Are Waves?
The alchemical black fire burning on the blunt-edged giant sword has a high temperature enough to melt the alchemy puppet of the Silver Age. The ice dragon's crystal-like extremely cold armor exploded countless flying fragments when it collided with the blazing heat.
The dragon scale fragments with excellent physical and magic resistance tore apart the ultimate armor on Ron's body when they exploded, and the scarlet blood fell on the pure white ice dragon, instantly turning Frozen blood crystals scattered in the air.
Although the power is far inferior to the Godzilla monsters encountered before, the strength of the ice dragon has been improved by at least one or two layers in the home field of the ice field. With the extremely low temperature gaining almost double the increase in strength, their close relatives far away in Antarctica are said to be even more terrifying and ferocious, but the number is smaller and less known.
Although this Hanhan, who is definitely not brainless, has the same honesty as the Dragon Clan, it is obvious that his brain is much more brilliant than Godzilla.
After suffering seven or eight painful blunt blows that almost knocked his head off, the bald ice dragon began to flutter up and down irregularly in the air.
Appeared in Dragon Dance and Skyrim, in order to fix his body and prevent himself from being thrown out, Ron had to put away his giant sword, bit his wand in his mouth, and held the sharp dragon horns carved like ice crystals with both hands.
The thick frost air almost froze his butt. If it wasn't for the strong anti-cold spell, his lower body would almost be frozen on the head of the ice dragon, but he still felt numb.
Without the fiery blows that drove the dragon crazy, the ice dragon soaring in the frost stretched its body with all its strength, but after realizing the bastard who was holding on to his dragon horns and still trying to tame him, the extremely cold frost condensed It became an ice thorn, and instantly aimed at Ron's sexy buttocks, trying to use this negative distance contact to repay the severe pain caused by this little bastard to himself.
Ron, whose ass was numb from the cold, twisted his waist dangerously, his groin brushed against the side of the ice sharp gun, and Ron, whose pants were scratched, let out a scream.
"These are the pants I just bought yesterday! Your uncle's bastard thing!"
Holding the magic wand in the right hand, the giant sword is not easy to deploy in the tumbling air. The revolver capable of filling the dragon-hunting alchemy bullet is held in his hand, and the alchemy circle engraved on it shines brightly. Accompanied by the whistling sound of '咻', the bullet directly blasted the scar on the top of the dragon's head with broken scales and scorched skin. The bullet that exploded on the skull like a heavy hammer immediately hit the ice dragon stagnant in the air. Falling tens of feet with inertia.
Ron, who was hit by the shock wave and leaned back, smashed the thick ice spikes on his back, gritted his teeth, and repeatedly pulled the trigger on the skin-covered wings covered with frost. After dozens of bullets, he was torn apart. The cracked wings made the ice dragon's struggling flapping its wings useless.
The stalled and falling ice dragon aimed at the thick glacier and fell straight down. In mid-air, Ron stepped on his head and jumped up, holding the ugly giant sword burning with black flames. When this ice dragon fell to the ground, it was the day when he took the head.
A white shadow went first, followed by a black flame, and fell straight down from a height of thousands of feet. These two twin stars that followed each other like meteors made the spectators below cover their lips worriedly.
Hermione gently tugged at the corner of Nicolas May's clothes, but the extremely calm old man just said: You can't die if you fall.
A layer of extremely cold frost covered the torn dragon's wings, and the solidified ice blocked the hole in the incomplete wings. The wings filled by the temporary bonding of ice provided the lift for the ice dragon to take off again, and stopped in the air. Caught the falling ice dragon, Ron turned the blade of his sword and turned it into a collision. The tip of the blunt sword wrapped in black flames etched a deep hole in the hard skull that almost broke the skylight.
Ron, who was standing on the dragon's head again holding the dragon's horn, looked down at the huge crystal blue vertical pupils.
"Be obedient, let me ride for a while, I won't kill you."
However, the only thing that reverberated in his mind was an angry reprimand with a cold meaning.
"Scrap that flows with the blood of Alexstrasza! Skassa will freeze your soul! Frozen, boiling blood that will freeze forever in frost!"
"Lowly half-breed, the blood of the frost dragon will never."
"A lot of nonsense."
Let go of the dragon's horns and step forward, accompanied by the shrill howl, the giant sword burning with boiling black flames was thrown down with a tyrannical force. In the thin dragon pupils, the stench from scorching flesh mixed with a strange smell of meat drifted into the air.
Lost from the pain, the angry and mad Ice Dragon violently shook the dragon's head, and the human bear who was holding on to the end of the giant sword struggled to twist his body, and the giant sword, which was more than one meter into the dragon's head, was cruelly twisted. The blazing high temperature almost boiled the ice dragon's brain!
The frosty air gushing from the dragon's snout and nostrils condensed a layer of extremely cold ice on Ron's body surface, and the ice dragon that was struggling in hysteria at this moment erupted with cold air that exceeded the ability of the anti-cold spell. The bone-piercing cold that invaded the bone marrow could not shake this body even the slightest bit, but the numb body also lost its former agility.
He bumped his head against a thick icicle protruding from an ice rock, and the collapsing solid ice almost crushed the defense of the ultimate armor body, like Ron's back being hit by a heavy hammer. , There were strands of blood left at the corner of his mouth.
A frozen eyeball with blue blood was scratched by the black giant sword and pulled out of its socket. With the help of Bingyan, the ice dragon successfully threw the villain riding on his head more than ten meters away.
The empty eye sockets looked back for the last time, and the ice dragon, which stumbled towards the distant ice sea and fluttered its wings, flapped its wings vigorously, and quickly moved away from this place.
"I even rode on his head, but he ran away"
Wiped off the frozen blood crystals at the corner of his mouth, and treated the miserable but painless scratches on his body with white cream, rearranged his clothes, and Ron, who became unscathed, was annoyed Complaining, he twirled his wand back to where Nicolas and Hermione had been.
"Not hurt, Ron?"
Hermione looked Ron up and down, and even stretched out her hand to poke here and there, but after using the White Fresh and Restoration Curse, no scars could be seen at all on such a small skin injury.
"Of course it's fine. It's an ice dragon. Although I can't beat it head-on, I'm riding on its head. No matter what it is, it's a head shorter than me."
Rubbing Hermione's little head to let her not worry, Ron winked at Nicolas May, his teacher must know how embarrassed he was just now.
"You brat." Nicole May shook his head. He didn't bother to expose Ron's small thoughts, but there was nothing wrong with making those who cared about him worry. He came back in a state of embarrassment with skin trauma, and if Hermione was made to cry, Nicole didn't mind knocking him all over his head again.
"By the way, teacher, when will I be able to make my dragon hunting gun? If there is that guy today, even if I can't tame it, I can still bring some meat back for another meal."
That eyeball was thrown aside by Ron a long time ago, burned by the black flame of alchemy, and frozen by the cold air. No matter how you look at it, the mushy longan is not something you can eat.
"Don't you have a score in your heart?"
Nicole May cast a glance at Ron, that is to say, the first two general-purpose items were forged according to real objects, and the remaining five pieces of equipment were all said by this guy.
At the beginning, he thought it was interesting, but to be honest, Nico felt more interesting in the end, but there were too many things to consider. If he hadn't done it himself, it is estimated that all the weird things in the world that can be made together would not be able to make up. A table of four players.
"The dragon hunting gun is still being modeled, and I haven't found any suitable materials in my warehouse. You little bastard will know how to ask. Even if it is made now, with your current magic power, you won't need it if you squeeze it out." come out."
"Why don't I get you a hammer, and if you have nothing to do, you can hit your head in turn. Maybe you can be smarter."
A brain crash caused Ron to raise his head, and Ron, who was covering his forehead and smiling, leaned forward cheekily without any embarrassment.
"Isn't it necessary to be prepared, and the equipment has to be upgraded and iterated. Since I have seen those things that are not very normal, I am really worried that I don't have any big guys in my hand."
"Seldom going out and wandering around, there is nothing to do, even an ice dragon can't make waves in seconds? Study the cards carefully, and do things with one mind."
"But this new version is quite fun, but the plot is hidden too deep, and you have to deduct one by one from the card. You kid is really good at cheating money."
"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey~"
"It's because you teach well. You teach well. After all, you have learned alchemy. How can you have no money, right? A bullet costs two thousand galleons, so I can't go out of my way?"
"Since it's all over, it's not too early now, go back to sleep."
Nicole May once again made a Portkey, traveled thousands of miles in an instant, and Ron, who had returned directly from Iceland to France, helped Hermione, who was pale and unable to stand still, up to the second floor, and pushed it away. A room of my own.
"Portkeys are scary"
Hermione, who had been retching in the bathroom for a long time, sipped a glass of honey water with a bitter face. The ultra-long-distance door key is really not something people can get used to.
"That's because you haven't seen super-long-distance Floo fans and apparitions. I can't stand the cross-border travel of Floo fans."
After thinking about the bad experience, Ron, whose face was slightly pale, reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth.
"The hot water will put it away for you, take a bath and have a good rest."
"By the way, do you want me to rub your back for you?"
Holding a towel in his hand, Ron winked eagerly at Hermione, putting on a very professional expression.
"Next time." Pushing the water glass into Ron's hand, Hermione stepped on the soft carpet and pushed open the bathroom door. "Help me take off my pajamas, the one with the little Minase hat."
"Okay~"
(End of this chapter)