The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

Chapter 304 Phylactery·Altar·Word Game

Indeed, Ron's behavior can indeed be regarded as "kind".

If Ron were replaced by any other dragon, even if a white dragon cub came, there would never be a single gold coin in Vitas's treasure house "covered in dust" here!

Even if the baby white dragon doesn't have storage space to store so many treasures, it will use the gaps under its scales, its stomach that can open 12 times its size (data recorded by Wizards of the Coast) and its empty anus. Come and let yourself "return with a full load".

Don’t underestimate dragon’s love for gold coins!

Gold coins not only represent wealth for dragons, but also symbolize power and status.

Regardless of whether they are metal dragons, five-color dragons or gemstone dragons, their greed for gold is innate.

This nature makes their pursuit of gold coins an instinctive and irresistible desire.

Gold coins have a unique attraction for dragons. The dragons will fight for them, and even fight like social animals for them! (Yes, it’s the struggle you imagined)

While Ron was enjoying his gold coins.

In the distant Ibi forest

An ancient animal blood altar shimmered with a strange red light under the candlelight.

Around the altar were placed circles and circles of densely burning white candles.

The swaying fire had a strange sense of life, and the burning flame was beating like a heart.

Above the altar, seven long boxes made of black jade are neatly placed.

Their specifications vary from long to short, but without exception, they all exude a strange and terrifying aura.

But the most noteworthy thing is the black box in the center.

It was like a large piece of broken concrete, its black jade-like skin turning into a lifeless gray-brown.

At the same time, the heart hidden in it, which had been broken into pieces, was exposed to the air through the cracks in the box, turning into pieces of black and red dried meat.

Below the Beast Blood Altar

A rickety old man wearing a black robe was holding a piece of white cloth and gently wiping the surface of the countless long candles erected around him.

This is his job and his pastime.

As the founder of the Holy Religion, this old man does not have the ferocious appearance with five pairs of eyes and eight mouths as rumored. Instead, he looks like a kind little old man.

suddenly

First, the candle placed in the center was extinguished without wind.

Then the two half-short candles placed on its left and right began to sway unsteadily.

After persisting for thirty minutes, the two of them also reached the end of burning out.

"Why"

The old man gently picked up the three candles and carefully observed the remaining traces on them.

It seems that he has seen some clues.

The old man frowned, took out a light green blade from his arms, gently picked out a bloodshot remaining candle body, and placed it in front of his eyes to observe carefully.

"Old man, why did you ask me to come back?"

In the shadows behind him, a young man's figure suddenly appeared.

He walked quickly to the old man's side and frowned immediately when he saw the extinguished long candle:

"What's going on? Number 2 is actually dead?"

The old man nodded and stroked the candle with a sad expression:

"Well, the child passed away very quickly. He was probably killed instantly by some demigod."

"Demi god!?"

"How can it be!"

Hear the words

The young man was shocked and asked quickly:

"Isn't there no such thing as Karen anymore? Is that bitch Malcanthet lying to us?"

Facing a series of questions from the young man, the old man did not answer.

He just sighed and then slowly walked forward.

The old body rose without any wind, stepped on the void, stepped onto the altar step by step, and placed the extinguished candle at the top, second only to the seven life boxes.

After doing all this, the old man sat on the altar a little tired, looked at the young man below and slowly said:

"Since Tagore's death, there have been some hiccups in our plans."

"Including that time in the royal capital, the unexpected rampage of the Supreme Scepter also caused heavy losses to our latent members, and also caused the extremely weak old king to seem to discover us."

"I think there must be some unexpected factors that have been interfering with our salvation mission."

"Do you get me?"

Talking

The old man lowered his head, looked at the young man below with turbid eyes, and whispered:

"Bellerophon"

"clear!"

The corners of the young man's mouth cracked in an astonishing arc, and then he shook his head fiercely like a lion.

Following this move, countless red-gold hairs suddenly sprouted out of his skin.

In an instant, the human clothes he was wearing expanded and reached the limit of what they could bear.

"Tear-"

Almost in the blink of an eye, there was the sound of fabric tearing.

A huge creature over fifty meters long suddenly appeared in this underground world.

"boom!"

The huge beast claws suddenly slapped the ground, causing the entire altar space to tremble.

It raised its head with a fierce look on its face, and looked at the calm old man sitting on the altar with its colorful eyes. The eyes that should have been pure and flawless were now full of chilling meaning.

"Let me fix it."

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Leaving aside a certain iridescent dragon over there who is happily loading gold coins.

at the same time

Inside Vitas City

An ordinary roadside stall on Jade Street was surrounded by a large crowd of people.

However, a few people who had originally gone shopping were having a blast at the word game stall.

"boom!"

Julia rolled up her sleeves, slammed the table, and shouted angrily:

"Do it again! I don't believe I can't guess it!"

At this time, Julia no longer had the feeling of being close to strangers, but instead looked like a little girl who was cheating after losing in a game.

Tina and others on the side happily held up their plush toy prizes and exchanged their experiences with each other.

The thing Tina and the others are playing is a word game called [Dungeons and Dragons].

In this game, the content of the game is determined by throwing a sieve (usually some word puzzle games, but in different forms). After successfully passing all the games, you can get a "big gift" prepared by the stall owner. (usually small toys)

Of course, all supernatural powers are not allowed to be used during the game, such as using tricks like [Detection Vision] to cheat.

Although extraordinary people generally do not play this kind of game, the stall owner still wrote this on the movable wooden notice.

But he didn't expect that this move would bring him huge trouble.

Anyway, Tina and her group have played a total of ten games of word games since they arrived at the stall.

The result is: Fran won 5 games, Tina won 3 games, Warren won 1 game, and Raya won 1 game.

Well. It is worth mentioning that due to lack of knowledge, Liya voluntarily quit the game and chose to watch the battle.

That is to say

"Forehead"

The owner of the stall, a middle-aged man, looked at the frustrated city lord with embarrassment after losing ten games in a row.

He held the 24-sided dice less than half a meter in diameter and said carefully:

"Well, it's getting dark too."

"Otherwise, I will give the prize directly to all the adults."

He pointed at the grand prize behind him: a giant stuffed toy, and discussed it tremblingly.

Facing this high-ranking man in front of him, the stall owner felt a huge sense of oppression.

This middle-aged bald stall owner was afraid that he had done something wrong, or that the content of the next game would dissatisfy the female city owner, so he would kill himself on the spot.

When people die and money is not spent, isn’t this the most desperate thing in life?

Julia's expression changed, she stared at the shopkeeper angrily, and said viciously:

"What are you talking about? Don't you think I can't guess the answer to the game?!"

"I don't dare, sir. I don't mean that. I'm just worried that you are busy with government affairs."

The middle-aged stall owner apologized repeatedly without tears.

Julia's face gradually turned gloomy, and she bit her lip, obviously dissatisfied with the stall owner's explanation.

She took a deep breath, tried to control her emotions, smiled slightly and said:

"Well, since you say so, I will give you another chance. But, you have to remember, this is the last chance."

The stall owner nodded quickly in agreement, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

He knew that if he angered Julia again, his business would be over.

While the stall owner was preparing the game content, he looked at the people beside Julia secretly and pitifully, with a strong will to survive in his eyes.

But obviously

Fran, Raya and Liya would never dare to resist Julia's power.

Tina and Warren, who were standing aside watching the show, could only express their helplessness when faced with Julia, who was playing the upper hand.

Seeing that the people traveling with the city lord were unable to help him.

The stall owner could only continue holding the 24-sided dice in despair and start the next round of torture.

Who would have thought that I would meet this great god just by setting up a stall.

The key was to meet each other, but the stall owner never expected that this talented and fun-loving city owner would be so obsessed with word games.

I think after today, there will definitely be a lot more word game stalls in Vitas City.

"Then I threw the dice?"

"hurry up!"

The shopkeeper swallowed dryly and gently threw the dice in his hand into the air.

Tina and the others all raised their heads, looking at the rotating dice curiously, waiting for its result.

Under the setting sun, the wooden dice slowly rotated in the air, reflecting a colorful brilliance.

"It feels like I didn't use that much force? Why doesn't the dice fall?"

The middle-aged stall owner scratched his head.

The next second, the 24-sided die suddenly fell.

"Crack!"

After rolling on the ground several times, a dice with small writing on it was finally revealed in front of everyone.

"You draw and I guess?"

Tina read out the name of the game based on the dice, while the middle-aged stall owner's face turned pale when she heard the name of the game.

"It's over. This is the most difficult game among the 24 games!"

The stall owner wailed in his heart.

But when faced with Julia's gaze that gradually turned toward him, murderous intent was hidden in her eyes.

The middle-aged stall owner could only swallow the suggestion "Why don't you vote again?"

"that."

He laughed dryly and began to explain the rules of the game.

The game rules of [You draw and I guess] are very simple.

This game is for two players.

One of them needs to be the [expresser] and one person needs to be the [suspecter]

The [Expressor] must randomly select a small word puzzle, and after understanding the meaning, express it to his partner [The Suspect] through body movements.

It must be noted that you must not speak or use magic to express during this process, otherwise it will be a foul.

This requires that the speaker must be a knowledgeable and dexterous guy, otherwise it will be difficult to guess the real answer.

It is difficult for most civilians to achieve these two points, so this game is also called the "death game". Those who are drawn usually have no choice but to hand over the play fee, and very few succeed.

(Each word game is charged according to the number of people playing, and each person is charged a play fee of 1 silver coin)

"Aw, I didn't expect this to be a two-player game!"

Tina nodded, indicating that she understood the rules of the game.

She suddenly felt that this game was quite fun, but it was a pity that Ron was not around, otherwise she would have wanted to participate.

"So, Julia, who do you want to be your partner?"

Tina turned around and looked at the hot female city lord curiously.

Julia glanced back subconsciously.

Fran, Liya and other passers-by within her field of vision all lowered their heads to express their polite refusal.

Faced with such a strong woman with such a strong aura, it is difficult for ordinary people to have the intention to play games with her.

After going around and around, Julia finally landed on the blue dragon Warren, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Wow--"

Suddenly, the crowd around Warren quickly made way for a circular open space as if they were avoiding the plague.

Even Liya and the others quietly moved away from Warren and came behind Tina to watch with a smile what would happen next.

Warren, who was belatedly aware of the situation, came back from his recollection state and realized that something was wrong around him.

"Why is there suddenly no one around me?"

Just when Warren was surprised, Tina took a step forward and suggested with a smile:

"Mr. Warren, how about you being Julia's voice?"

"Huh? Me? What?"

Warren pointed at his face in confusion.

Before he could react, Tina smiled evilly and directed the people behind her to shout:

"Come on, Mr. Warren agreed, don't let him get away!"

Suddenly, everyone understood, a strange smile appeared on their lips, and slowly surrounded Warren.

"Ah? What are you doing!"

Poor Mr. Blue Dragon hadn't figured out the rules before he was pushed to Julia's side in a confused manner. In the process, Fran "accidentally" pushed him a little harder, hitting Julia's weak and boneless shoulder. superior.

"Well, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."

The startled blue dragon Warren quickly apologized to his grumpy sister-in-law, fearing that she would leave in anger.

At the same time, he secretly cried out in his heart:

"Your Majesty Ron, when will things get better on your end? I can't stand it any longer!"

Looking at Julia with a gloomy expression.

Warren gritted his teeth and suddenly reached out and grabbed Julia's forearm.

In order to prevent Julia from leaving here, Warren really risked his life.

He secretly swore that even if he sacrificed his body, even if he was beaten black and blue, he would never let Julia leave.

But surprisingly, Julia was not as furious as Warren imagined.

She felt the warm hands holding her arms, and an imperceptible light red appeared on her face.

The breeze blew away the young woman's long black hair tied behind her head, creating ripples like water lotuses.

The tenderness of that lowered head was like the coquettish shyness of a lotus flower.

Facing the stunned crowd

Julia turned her head and pretended not to care and urged the blue dragon:

"Stop pretending and go draw the crossword puzzle."

But she never took her hand out of Warren's palm.