Chapter 47 Interest

In fact, Timothy did not go to other places on Taiji Island, and he never left the Five-color Dragon Fort. Everything that Morea had on this Taiji Island was just like a child's slapstick in his eyes.

Timothy traveled almost all of Erathia in his life, and he saw so many incredible things. In the eyes of many giants, the magnificent city of giants is the largest city in Erathia, and the splendid white jade shrine in its center is the most luxurious castle in Erathia.

However, in the eyes of Timothy, these buildings are really nothing, they are all unpopular things. In Erathia, there are too many buildings in scale and momentum that can crush the White Jade Shrine and the City of Giants.

For example, the city of the sky held in the air with a powerful magic circle, the city of mages with tens of thousands of towering mages in Tallinn, the city of the dead with endless piles of bones...

In Taiji Island, the only people who can really attract Timos are the dragon castles, those five-colored evil dragon cubs who are over 100 and are learning spells.

"This amount." Timothy stood in the study room of Dragon Fort, looking at the young dragons who were lying on the spell books trying to memorize spell models, smashing their mouths, "Atris is more ruthless than me back then. Ah, to find so many evil dragons for my grandson."

"However, my grandson is even more interesting, actually letting the dragon learn spells." Timos looked at the young dragons shaking their heads and memorizing spells with interest.

Demos was walking around in the study room, but strangely, none of the dragons could see Demos, as if he didn't exist.

"Each dragon learns different spells." Timoth muttered after reading a few spellbooks memorized by the young dragons. "It seems that my grandson has put a lot of energy into them."

"Huh?" Suddenly, Timothy stopped beside a white dragon who was flicking his tail to memorize spells. He looked down at the spellbook that the white dragon memorized, "Three-level spell, Ice Spear."

"Bronze third-level white dragon, learn third-level spells." Timothy looked at this seemingly special white dragon, "This temperament is not what a white dragon should have, it is more like a crystal dragon. But it is indeed a pure-blooded white dragon."

"Have you memorized this third-level spell?" Claudia, who was concentrating on the memory spell model, suddenly heard a gentle male voice beside her.

"Well, almost, I'm almost finished." Clodia replied subconsciously.

"Then can you construct it in the spiritual sea?"

"I didn't ask..." When Claudia was about to say the last word, she turned her head sharply and looked at a blond young man beside her who was looking at her with a beaming smile.

Seeing this tiny human, many scales on Claudia's body exploded, and the little white dragon shrank his claws and took a step back unconsciously, thinking with his tail that the human in front of her was absolutely nothing. Good stubble, maybe not human at all.

Claudia looked around and found in horror that, except for her, no dragon could see the human youth in front of her, and her voice began to tremble, "What are you?"

"..." Timothy didn't answer, but looked down at himself, and then looked at Claudia, whose body had clearly begun to tremble, "I have clearly restrained my breath, you can feel mine powerful?"

"I feel...I can't feel it." Claudia replied with a stammer. The young man in front of him didn't have any extraordinary power, and he looked like an ordinary human youth, but only when his mind was frozen would he think that he was just an ordinary person.

"Then why are you afraid of me?"

"Woohoo ... can you not play me anymore, I am an ordinary little white dragon, there are so many dragons here, you find other dragons." Klodya cried, she was afraid to cry .

"..." Timothy looked around,

Then he suddenly realized that he knew the reason. It was because he looked "ordinary", which made the white dragon fear. The unknown is the most terrifying.

"Smart white dragon, you really are different. You haven't answered me yet. Can you build a three-level spell model in the spiritual sea?"

"Okay." At this time, Claudia stopped stammering, and the fear in her heart was gradually disappearing. She had already figured out that this level of existence really wanted to hurt her, no matter what she did, it was useless .

"You are only at the third rank of bronze, can you leapfrog to cast third-level spells?" Timothy asked in surprise.

"Okay." Clodia heard the question of the young man in front of her, raised her chest, and said proudly. Among the more than 100 dragons in the castle, only one of her dragons can cast spells, not even Morea, which is enough to become the capital of her pride.

"Unbelievable." Timothy looked at the high-spirited and confident white dragon in front of him, "Even among golden dragons and silver dragons, there are very few genius dragons who can cast spells beyond the ranks. You are really White Dragon?"

"It was the White Dragon at that time."

"It's a pity." Timothy sighed. Among all the dragon species, the white dragon is the weakest. There is no one. This kind of genius dragon was born among the weakest dragon species. "Do you like magic?"

"Like it."

"why do you like it?"

"Because learning spells can make up for my innate deficiencies, I am the weakest white dragon, but after learning spells, even red dragons dare not provoke me."

Clodia replied, and then, after thinking about it, she said what Moria had taught her: "Also, Moria said, in Erathia, for every ten dragons that die, there are Seven are white dragons, in order not to be slaughtered in the future, I have to study spells very hard and become stronger, so strong that no one dares to provoke me."

"That's true. The dragons slaughtered by humans are the largest number of white dragons." Timothy nodded.

"Muria also said that even a white dragon is a dragon, and it shouldn't live a sloppy life like those ordinary beasts, a dragon should live like a dragon should."

"What should a dragon look like?" Timothy became more interested when he heard what his grandson said.

"As soon as the real dragon comes out, all the beasts crawl, and all spirits are in awe."

"My grandson is really interesting." Timothy laughed when he heard Claudia's words.

Smiling, Timothy suddenly came up with an idea, and if he had an idea, he had to implement it, so he walked to the front of the study room. In the process, Timothy lifted his almost invisible state.

"Who is he? When did he come in?" In the study room, all the young dragons saw Demos, who was a very small "person" compared to their current size.

"Is this a human?" A red dragon looked at Timothy, stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, a few drops of saliva dripped down.

"Idiot." Beside the young dragon, the young dragon Cynthia saw her own clan like this, raised her paw and slapped its head to the ground. "How can there be humans here? Use your brain to think about it and you'll know."

"Eldest sister, who is he?" Another red dragon turned to look at the young dragon Cynthia. Morea temporarily appointed the little mother dragon Cynthia and Renata as managers of the castle red dragon.

"I don't know, I can't see it. Anyway, he is definitely not a human. He doesn't want to suffer, so be honest."

At this time, Demos walked to the front of the study room, and his current appearance also successfully attracted the attention of all the dragons. Demos looked at the dragons in the study room looking at him, and the corners of his mouth rose. He wants to do something fun now.

"The following is an announcement. Since my grandson, Morea, has just entered the sleeping period, starting from today, I will be your spell teacher." Timos said with a smile what he just wanted to do. Question: "Who of you has an opinion?"

"I have no opinion!" Young Long Albert was the first to speak out, expressing his position in a clear-cut way. He heard it just now. The person in front of him called Moreya his grandson, so he was Moreya's grandfather.

Morea's mother, Jin Longniang, whom he had met once in the Crystal Castle, the legendary dragon mage. So, if the daughter is so strong, how strong should her father be? Then, the dragon thought of the coercion that almost scared him to pee just now, the whole dragon trembled, and he seemed to understand something.

A dragon takes the lead, and other dragons follow immediately. No dragon is a fool. After years of study in the Five-color Dragon Fort, this group of dragons is completely different from the five-color dragons in the outside world. Thinking, not rushing up is reckless.

"Very good!" Timothy looked at the hundreds of five-colored dragons with some satisfaction. These dragons seemed to have been trained and taught quite well by his grandson.

...

On the platform of the castle, on the golden cocoon that Morea turned into, the three visions of hurricane, thunder, and flame have continued.

On the other hand, dozens of cloud giants kept pouring elemental crystals onto the golden cocoon as instructed, and near the golden cocoon, a large number of cloud giant girls were cleaning up the discarded crystals whose elements had been swallowed up.

In the outermost area, there are hundreds of storm giants holding various heavy weapons and wearing armor, and they are loyally guarding them.

In the golden cocoon, under the influence of the dragon king's blood, Moreya's body was undergoing drastic changes every moment. Pieces of dragon scales grew on Moreya's body, but faded under the influence of the Titan blood.

The blood of the golden dragon and the titan is in a benign confrontation in his body. Under this confrontation, Moreya's body is constantly growing, and the bones, muscles and muscles are constantly strengthening, and a day is better than a day. day.

In the castle, Timothy taught the young dragons to learn spells with a strong interest, while above the castle, Morea underwent a crucial transformation in the course of his life.

However, time is passing by quietly and gradually, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.