Greece brings evildoers - Chapter 507

As they moved forward along the winding path, dense crowds of green-skinned orcs came from all directions. Ciri waved her silver sword, becoming more and more courageous.

A ball of silver-gray light covered her whole body, allowing her to dodge and move like a nimble swallow under the attack of hundreds of green-skinned orcs, and fight back with excellent swordsmanship.

As an experienced old wizard, Gandalf saw the reason at a glance, and looked at the silver-gray light flowing on Ciri in surprise:

“Time and space magic?”

“Yes.”

Lorne nodded with a smile, admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Ciri has extremely rare [Ancient Blood] flowing in her body. This bloodline comes from the inheritance of the destiny divinity and has the ability to mobilize [time and space].

There are basically two ways to interfere with time and space.

One is to rewrite the time and space of the surrounding environment based on oneself. Although this method is powerful, it requires a huge amount of magic power and the procedure is quite complicated.

Moreover, miracles of this level are no longer ordinary magic, but powers that can only be mastered by gods. With Ciri’s current abilities and physical fitness, she simply cannot withstand the backlash from the large-scale distortion of time and space.

Forcibly urging it will only cost her life.

Therefore, Loen chose the second way to help Ciri develop and utilize this talent.

That is, to regard oneself as a whole, disconnected from the surrounding environment, and to slightly tamper with one’s own time flow rate by burning the [Blood of Time and Space] in the body.

Conceptually, it is most natural to separate the innate flesh from the outside world, and there is minimal interference from the world. “Adjusting” a short few seconds in the small world of the human body can achieve the effects of accelerating blood flow, doubling reaction speed, etc., and the operation is not difficult.

After his teaching, Ciri has been able to increase her own time to eight times the speed at the fastest.

On the battlefield, success or failure can be determined in just a few seconds, and life or death can be determined by a tiny difference. Ciri has mastered this magic of slightly modifying time, and with the indestructible elven silver sword, dealing with these green-skinned orcs is no different from cutting melons and vegetables.

If she continues to grow, Ciri’s future is limitless, and perhaps she will really become the savior in the eyes of the elves in the future.

But now, this is magic related to [time and space] after all. Maintaining it for a long time will bring a strong load to the body, causing the body to age, which is a bit like fighting for life. Ciri, who is still young, can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed.

Gandalf, who regards himself as an elder, naturally cannot stand idly by. He skillfully picked up the magic wand and sword and stepped forward to help.

Galadriel and Rose were responsible for cleaning up the fish that slipped through the net on both wings, and Belldandy provided necessary treatment and protection with Said witchcraft.

As for Lorne, he was holding a map to correct the route while following the team at the end with peace of mind.

After all, except for the two little girls, Galadriel and Ciri, who worked hard, the rest of the team were more or less suspected of slacking off.

On the one hand, everyone wanted to train the two little girls, and on the other hand, they also planned to hide their shortcomings.

Everyone has secrets, and Lorne didn’t have the habit of asking questions, but just followed the pace of Ciri and Galadriel and moved forward.

So, such a strange scene appeared in the cave:

Galadriel and Ciri, two young girls, worked hard in the front, Gandalf and Rose, two old hands, slacked off beside them, and Lorne and Belldandy, two trump cards, were fishing at the end of the team.

However, although the team was not fast, it was steady.

With the close cooperation of the six people, the team steadily advanced the itinerary according to the plan, all the way to the dragon’s lair deep in the [Lonely Mountain].

Finally, after passing through countless tunnels, the dim and narrow scenery in front of me suddenly became clear.

This is a huge cave, with a strong smell of sulfur.

Looking down from a high place, you can see dense golden lights flashing in the depths of the cave, like bright stars.

Gold! So much!

Looking at the piles of gold sand, gold coins, gold nuggets and various exquisite gold objects like a small mountain, Ciri’s breathing became a little rapid.

Although she was the princess of the Kingdom of Cintra and had a wealthy family, she had never seen such a large amount of gold spread out in front of her.

“Crash!”

A large amount of gold slid down like a tide, and a fierce wind blew in the narrow passage, and sand and stones fell.

In the diffuse smoke and dust, a huge shadow emerged from the center of the small mountain of gold. A hideous and huge head covered with sharp lizard scales covered most of the dome of the cave. The open and closed vertical pupils looked down fiercely at the six uninvited guests who dared to break into their treasure house:

“Damn thieves!”

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the monster waved its claws like a spear and slapped it heavily.

Ciri immediately activated the time and space magic to dodge the powerful blow, and looked up at the huge creature living in the cave with surprise.

A talking dragon?

Judging from its golden and black scales and general appearance, this is probably the “Golden Smaug” mentioned by the dwarves

– a superior dragon with a real name!

Realizing that the goal of her trip was in sight, Ciri could not contain her excitement and rushed forward with a silver sword, wanting to get dragon blood for her teacher Yennefer as soon as possible to break the curse.

Seeing that a creature as small as an ant did not turn around and run away when it saw itself, but instead attacked itself, the dragon was furious, and a pair of golden and black wings suddenly opened and vibrated, raising a fierce wind in the narrow tunnel.

Gandalf thrust the oak wand into the ground with all his strength, and the blazing white light turned into ripples that spread out, offsetting the surrounding strong winds.

Seeing that the attack missed, the dragon was furious, opened its mouth and took a deep breath, and then spewed out blazing dragon flames forward.

The golden-red flames emitted an astonishing heat, which made Ciri and the others’ hair curl and their weapons burn before they even got close.

Seeing this, Lorne immediately drew three runes, , , and .

They represent the meanings of [God], [Precipitation], and [Frost] respectively. When they overlapped, a thin layer of frost and water vapor covered everyone’s bodies, and they were unharmed by the burning of the dragon flames.

At this time, Rose and Galadriel also took the opportunity to attack. One used magic to weave a web-like energy spider silk to bind the dragon’s wings and claws; the other shot two elven secret arrows and accurately inserted them into the dragon’s eye sockets.

“Ouch!”

The dragon, whose vitals were severely injured, screamed and fell heavily into the mountain of gold coins.

At this moment, Ciri had already pushed [Time and Space Magic] to the extreme, jumped onto the dragon’s back, and swung her sword to cut the monster’s head and back.

However, due to the excellent defensiveness of dragon scales, the silver sword in Ciri’s hand not only failed to pierce the dragon’s scales, but also caused pain in her arm.

After continuous injuries, the dragon lost its mind, and its huge body kept rolling in the mountain of gold coins, trying to shake off the little flea on its back.

However, this move was exactly what Ciri wanted.

“Inherent time system·Eight times faster!”

As her right fist hammered into her chest, the time and space blood in her body boiled violently, and time flowed rapidly in her body, allowing her to feel the changes in the world around her at eight times the speed of time.

Everything seemed to slow down.

The dragon’s claws were like a stuck pointer, falling towards her head little by little. The ferocious expression on the dragon’s face was subtle and even the trajectory of the dust was clear.

At the moment the dragon’s claws fell, the silver-gray light and shadow had already passed through the gap between the dragon’s attacks and drilled into the weakly defended abdomen of the monster.

The silver sword was raised and aimed at the exposed reverse scales on the dragon’s neck, and stabbed it fiercely.

“Puff!”

For a moment, golden-red dragon blood gushed out, pouring all over Xili’s body from head to toe. The temperature like magma spread from the skin to the internal organs in the body, causing the girl to groan and fall uncontrollably on her back.

At this moment, the dragon, who was still alive, widened his bloody eyes and locked the murderer who gave him a fatal blow from the blurred blood-colored vision. The tail with a sharp bone cone was raised high and smashed down like a huge chain hammer.

However, its desire to drag the murderer to be buried with it was stopped by a hand.

The dragon’s tail weighing a hundred pounds fell into the opponent’s hand, as if it had no weight at all.

Looking at the figure on the golden mountain holding the unconscious fellow in one hand and holding its tail vertebrae in the other hand, the dragon roared unwillingly from the pierced throat and finally fell to the ground.

No one was surprised by this result.

With so many gods ending up, even if it was the black dragon king Nidhogg, he might have been slaughtered, let alone a mere three-headed dragon.

And looking at Ciri, whose body was covered with golden red dragon blood, whose body temperature was scalding and whose heartbeat was rising rapidly, the knowledgeable people were happy for her.

In various versions of mythology, heroes are very keen on slaying dragons.

On the one hand, they can gain huge reputation and huge wealth accumulated by dragons overnight through this behavior. On the other hand, the blood, scales and heart of dragons are all rare materials, which have extraordinary effects on the self-improvement of heroes.

Especially the heart blood of the upper dragon, after mortals bathe, they are immune to all diseases; after the divine blood hero bathes, the purity of blood can be greatly improved, making themselves invulnerable to swords and guns, and the physique can be strengthened tenfold or even dozens of times.

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And this effect is the most lacking reinforcement for Ciri, who is born with deficiencies.

With the baptism of dragon blood, this girl no longer has to worry about activating the blood of time and space and overloading her body. Her strength will inevitably usher in a qualitative leap in the future, and maybe it will really come in handy when the Ragnarok comes.

It’s just a pity that the essence of the dragon’s heart blood has been completely absorbed by Ciri just now. The remaining dragon blood is just a material rich in magic factors, but it does not have this miraculous effect of transforming people.

Otherwise, this dragon blood can be used to build a dragon slayer army for the courtyard.

After throwing a few blessings, seeing Ciri wake up from coma, Lorne reached into the dragon’s wound, fumbled around, and pulled out a heart that was still trembling slightly after a while.

“Eat it!”

Seeing this bloody thing handed to her, Ciri instinctively resisted.

But under Lorne’s serious gaze, she obediently suppressed the urge to retch, opened her mouth wide, bit and swallowed the dragon’s heart.

The feeling was not friendly, like swallowing a piece of charcoal into the stomach, endless heat flowing everywhere, stretching every inch of muscle, burning every drop of blood, and finally reforging a tougher and more perfect body.

Seeing that Ciri still needed some time to slowly digest the changes brought about by the dragon’s blood and heart, Loen and his companions did not forget the real purpose of this dragon slaying, and searched everywhere in the gold mountain for the so-called [Rhine Gold].

However, after searching for several times, everyone found nothing.

“These seem to be just ordinary gold, without any cursed breath.” Old Gandalf frowned.

Lorne nodded and said, “It seems that the [source] is not here, it may be in the nests of the other two dragons.”

Dragons have a strong sense of territory. Although the three dragons in [Lonely Mountain] have some connection, they obviously maintain their inherent species habits and do not gather together, but build nests separately in the belly of the mountain.

“Then pick up some useful ones, let’s do it as soon as possible!” Rose stuffed a few pieces of gold she liked into her waist bag and urged calmly.

Lorne and Gandalf also started their own shopping behavior, taking a few pretty good collections from the piles of treasures.

Of course, Ciri couldn’t forget the dragon blood that she urgently needed. Her good friend Galadriel had already helped her seal it in a crystal bottle in advance.

As Ciri digested the magic of dragon blood and dragon heart and slowly woke up, Lorne and others had already prepared and were ready to set off.

“How does it feel?” Lorne asked.

“My body feels so light, as if I have endless energy.” Ciri excitedly waved her fist, her arms left afterimages in the air, and she easily smashed a stalagmite several meters thick into powder.

“Apart from this, is there anything else?”

“I seem to hear the sound of wind, water flow, and the vibration of the earth veins. This feeling is so wonderful!” Ciri was so excited that she smacked Lorne’s cheek.

After many hardships, she finally killed a dragon and obtained dragon blood to break the curse for her teacher Yennefer. And to get to this point now, the creditor in front of her can be said to have made great contributions.

The young girl in love couldn’t help but express her gratitude with a heavy kiss.

But at this moment, Ciri’s whole body was soaked in dragon blood, full of fishy smell, and her mouth, which had just eaten the dragon heart, was still stained with minced meat and blood foam. After a bite, Lorne not only did not feel the slightest bit of charming style, but a bloody lip print appeared on his face.

Seeing this, everyone couldn’t help laughing.

Ciri was embarrassed and quickly changed the subject:

“In front! The second dragon is in front!”

It seemed that because of the mysterious resonance between dragon species, Ciri, who was bathed in dragon blood, raised his hand and pointed to the deep tunnel in the left front, reporting the location of another superior dragon.

Loen was not surprised by this.

After taking the dragon heart, Sigurd, the dragon slayer in Norse mythology, could hear the conversations of birds. Ciri seemed to have gained a similar increase, and his ability to perceive the environment increased dramatically.

In order to verify his perception and get out of this embarrassing scene, Ciri immediately picked up the long sword in his hand and rushed to the target direction.

As they went down, the space of the cave became wider, and they were no longer greeted by vulnerable green-skinned orcs, but groups of two-legged dragons hanging on the rock wall or living in the cave.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The two wizards, Lorne and Gandalf, chanted spells quickly, and the surging magic factors gathered crazily in front of the team, and connected into a dense red and black magic array in the air.

Puff puff puff!

The next moment, scarlet magic beams shot forward from all directions, like a self-disciplined turret that blasted hundreds of wyverns in front into pieces.

Passing through the smelly blood rain, everyone followed the downward slide and jumped into another huge cave.

The same piles of gold, the same towering and ferocious dragons.

Ciri was delighted to see the prey, and was about to rush up to try her current ability, but unexpectedly, the black dragon lying on the golden mountain fell down with a bang, and a big hole broke in its soft abdomen.

A petite orange cat was holding a golden-red dragon heart and jumped onto the dragon’s body.

Just as Ciri came with a sword, the orange cat smelled the dragon-like breath on the girl, narrowed his eyes, quickly swallowed the dragon heart, and then suddenly opened his mouth wide, with dozens of scarlet whiskers ready to go.

However, before the predatory organs flew out of its mouthparts, a strong hand suddenly appeared behind it, holding its neck meat and lifting it from the ground.

On the golden mountain, Loen rubbed the furry cat head and asked with a smile:

“Where is your owner?”

“Meow?”

The orange cat blinked its watery eyes, with an innocent face, like a harmless cute creature, trying to get away with it.

But Loen had long known that this thing was the incarnation of the world snake Jörmungandr, so he was naturally unmoved. He put a little force on its spine with his fingertips, and the orange cat became completely honest and looked at the tunnel in front of the right angrily.

At this moment, Skadi and Shikoti, who had met each other a few times, were chasing the lost cute pets and arrived late.