Chapter 17 The Forbearance of the Evil Dragon Cub

With six pairs of eyes, Morea could feel the deep malice contained in several of them.

"Renata. Come, come here." Morea ignored those malicious glances, squatted down with a smile, and beckoned towards the little female dragon Renata.

Renata looked at its brothers and sisters, hesitated for a while, then took a step and walked towards Morea.

"It's so good." Morea picked up Renata, held it in her arms, and stood up.

"Roar!" Seeing Morea's action, the young dragon Oston let out a low roar, and just took a step, then stopped, he turned his head and saw that its tail was stepped on by her sister Cynthia.

"Be patient, Auston, it's not time yet." Cynthia whispered in dragon language.

Auston looked up and glanced at Morea, who was holding Renata in his arms and stroking him. He turned his head fiercely, lay on the ground, closed his eyes, and came out of nowhere.

"It's quite bearable." Morea hugged Renata, glanced at Auston, who was already lying on the ground and started to sleep, put down the shyly twisted body in his arms, and turned towards the library. And go.

"Can't play all the time, I'm running out of time."

In the room, after Moria's figure completely disappeared from the sight of the young dragons, Auston and the other four young dragons, who were dozing, quickly surrounded Renata who had just landed.

"It's very comfortable to be touched by that bastard, my dear sister." Auston looked at Renata badly. It seemed that if Renata didn't give a reasonable explanation, she wouldn't mind treating her own sister. attack.

"No, no." Renata shrank back in fear when she saw the brothers and sisters surrounding her.

"Then why did you run up as soon as you heard Morea's call?" The young dragon Andre asked.

"I..." The little female dragon Renata hesitated for a while, "I'm afraid of pain, if I don't listen to him, maybe I'll be struck by Morea with lightning."

Hearing this answer, several young dragons looked at each other, and then fell silent for a while. This answer was really nothing wrong, and they were all scared by Morea. However, they are not convinced.

"Renata, remember to me, Morea is a bastard who bullied us by taking advantage of being born eight years earlier than us. He is a mixed-race bastard with a disgusting golden dragon bloodline." Auston cursed viciously. Morea, after getting along for a long time, the young dragons also know Moreya's true identity, he is not a golden dragon.

"My eldest brother, I have to remind you of a fact." Jessica looked at her brother squarely: "Although Morea only has half of the blood of the golden dragon, the other half of his blood is not a despicable blood, It comes from the Titans who hold the power of thunder and storm, they are a nobler race than our red dragons."

"So, Morea's bloodline is far more noble than your bloodline." Cynthia concluded.

"Hmph, even so, it doesn't change the fact that he is a mixed race. He doesn't even have the most basic dragon shape, so it can be seen to what extent the dragon blood on his body has been suppressed." Auston retorted. Once he didn't call the Murray bastard, even if it was a dragon, he would maintain the most basic reverence for the powerful Titan.

"You said, if we go to the young dragon stage together, and we still can't beat Morea, what should we do?" Albert asked worriedly, "After all, Morea's bloodline is really strong."

"Impossible, that bastard, Morea, is just relying on his age advantage to bully us with a strength that is a full age group above us. In the same age group, I will never be weaker than him, absolutely." Auston used his claws. He slapped the ground and said viciously.

"Stop dreaming, Aston." Cynthia said with a look of contempt, "When Morea's mother came here that day, you all felt it, it was legendary.

This shows what? It shows that Morea is not as simple as the ordinary golden dragon bloodline. The blood of the Titans plus the blood of the ordinary golden dragons. "

"At the same age, if you are singled out, you are definitely not Morea's opponent." This time, it was Jessica who came to the conclusion.

"Bastard, how dare you despise me?" Hearing these words, Auston was furious and stood up straight, "Do you want to see my power?"

"We're just stating the facts, Auston." Cynthia and Jessica stood up straight and looked at Auston without showing weakness, "But I was born a few seconds earlier than us, to give you face and call you brother , you are not much stronger than us."

Looking at the tense atmosphere, Andre and Albert looked at each other, and then they were eager to try, as if they wanted to have a big melee. This is the red dragon, the dragon that advocates violence.

"Aren't you guys discussing how to resist Morea? Why are you guys going to fight." On the side, the little female dragon Renata asked weakly.

Hearing this question, a few young dragons froze, and the atmosphere suddenly eased up.

"In short, before we enter the young dragon stage, no one can provoke Moreya. After entering the young dragon stage, no one-on-one battle is allowed. We six dragons will challenge Moreya together, and strive to work together to defeat Moreya. ." Finally, Cynthia settled on the outcome of this discussion.

"Well, I want to ask, if we win Moreia, what should we do?" Once again, Renata asked weakly.

"Of course he killed him, bit his flesh, and drank his blood." Auston roared impatiently.

"Auston, are you a pig brain? Don't implicate us if you want to die." Cynthia roared at Auston. "You don't want to think about where this place is. This is Muria's mother, the castle of the legendary golden dragon!"

"Look at this castle. The room we are in is made of magic crystals. Think about it, how strong must Morea's mother be with such a castle? If you kill him, our fate will definitely be worse. Dead." Jessica also roared at Auston.

In the world view of the dragon race, whether a good dragon or an evil dragon, its strength is directly proportional to its body size, but giant dragons have another measure of strength, which is the wealth they possess. The richer the dragon, the stronger. This is the truth recognized by the dragon race.

"If we can't kill him, what should we do? What's the point of us challenging Morea?" the irritable Auston asked very annoyed.

"We negotiated conditions with him. We must be treated equally as a real dragon should, we must be provided with enough food for us to grow, and most importantly, we must not be kept as his pets."

"One more thing, give us gold on a regular basis." The young dragon Albert added excitedly.

"No, not only gold, but also jewelry, weapons..." The young dragon Albert opened his head, and the rest of the young dragons fell into the obscenity of what to do after defeating Morea.

"Uh, that, what if we lose?" For the third time, the little female dragon Renata raised her claws weakly.

...The atmosphere was hot, and the five hatchlings who were discussing heatedly were all silent. Finally, Cynthia roared at Renata fiercely: "Renata, shut up for me, we will discuss later, you are not allowed to speak."

...

In the library, Moreya transformed into a human baby who had just been weaned, standing in front of a suspended spell book.

Zero-level spell, Hand of the Mage.

"Although the hand of the mage is a trick, it's funny to use it in battle, but it's surprisingly easy to use as a support."

Morea memorized the relevant data of the first-level spell and the second-level fire bead spell model in this spellbook.

After writing it down, Morea directly started to build a spell model in the spiritual sea, and if it failed, he would come again. As for the mental shock after the failure of the model building, just ignore it.

"Well, it's successful, let's try it." Morea looked at the small spell model crystal in the spiritual sea, and began to pour spiritual power to activate the magic in the body.

"Huh!" A crimson fireball with a diameter of nearly one meter, several circles larger than Moreya's current size, appeared in front of him. The "secondary flame bead" of this size has seriously exceeded the standard. Enough to shock the eyes of many low-level mages.

The secondary flame bead, you can know by listening to the name of this first-level spell, how many fire elements are condensed after this spell is activated, and the fireball condensed by Morea is already the volume of the third-level spell fireball.

"Bloodline increase." Morea muttered, he was not too surprised, after all, he had half the blood of a fire-type true dragon. And it is not the first time that the effect of this stimulation technique exceeds the original level.

Just today, Moreya made up his mind completely and stopped being a salted fish. The main reason is that the sense of unease in his heart is getting stronger and stronger. The source is the six young dragons that Jin Longniang asked him to raise.

As for Jin Longniang's intention, Morea probably guessed, so when the six young dragons started to resist and attack him, he had a hunch that he would have no support, no one in the castle would help him, he could only On their own.

So, in order to enhance his combat power, Morea began to learn spells, intending to memorize all spells from zero to four rings, and construct them all in the spiritual sea.

Just now, Morea successfully constructed a spell of the elixir system, the second-class electric shock bead, and after activating it, a thunder ball with a diameter of nearly one meter floated quietly in front of him, which really left Moreya dumbfounded. stunned for a while.

Then, Morea found the answer in his inherited memory. A creature with a powerful bloodline will naturally have spell-like abilities without learning. Then, when he actively learns spells related to his bloodline power After that, the effect of the spell cast will naturally be strengthened and increased.

"What's this?" Morea silently looked at the spell book that floated in front of him silently, glanced at it, and sneered: "Ventriloquism? This is what the dumb mage wants to learn! Take it away. Take it."

The invisible servant said nothing, and silently put the spellbook back into the distance.

"Magic missile, yes, this can be learned." Morea looked at the spell book brought by another invisible servant, her eyes lit up.