The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

It's just dawn, and the shops on the streets of Windmill Town have opened their doors and are ready to start business.

The young guards yawned, walked out of their homes, and headed to their posts.

They were replacing colleagues who had been on guard all night.

"Another damn ordinary day!"

Tariq rubbed his sleepy eyes and strolled down the street.

He guarded the city gate all night yesterday, and now he was preparing to go home and have a good sleep.

After so many years of guarding, I haven't seen anything happen.

If he becomes the guard captain, he will sooner or later change the guard system so that everyone can have a good night's sleep.

"ah"

He yawned and decided not to think about any of this shit.

The monthly payment was due tomorrow, and he wanted to go to the blacksmith shop to get a new sword, hoping the money would be enough.

"Where did this bloody beast tide come from?!"

Ron, who was yawning in the hotel room, was really speechless.

He would usually focus on himself and lay out a reconnaissance vision within a radius of twenty kilometers.

This can effectively detect potential enemies.

Like the previous Black Beast Mercenary Group, they were discovered by the reconnaissance vision.

I just took a nap last night and was awakened by the news from the reconnaissance field this morning.

He suppressed his anger, and when he got up, he discovered that a large wave of beasts had appeared more than ten kilometers away from Windmill Town!

[Beast Tide: Driven by natural disasters or powerful monsters, a wave formed by many low- and middle-level monsters escaping in the same direction]

The direction of the beast tide's advance happened to be towards Windmill Town.

There are obviously no high-level monsters nearby?

As for natural disasters, it is even more nonsense!

"Do you think you're playing a game? All these random events are triggered when you go to a certain place!"

Ron was in an extremely unhappy mood, and he felt like he was being targeted.

This may be the dragon clan’s unique feeling of waking up.

By disturbing the dragon's sleeping time, these monsters have found a way to kill them.

It just so happens that my hands have been itchy recently, so I decided to give the newly developed skills a try.

Just do it, a teleportation magic circle was instantly constructed under Ron's body, and the colorful light illuminated the entire room.

In just an instant, his petite body disappeared into the air.

"Where's Ron?"

Vivian, who was awakened by the magic wave, straightened up.

She rubbed her eyes and looked into the room. Slightly messy books were scattered on the desk. Except for the curtains at the window that were slightly blown by the wind, there were no other moving objects.

"Uh, did you go out again?"

Vivian has become accustomed to Ron's elusive behavior along the way.

She lay down on the soft bed again.

"Sleep for one more minute, just one minute..."

At this moment, it is thirteen kilometers away from Windmill Town.

"Boom."

The deafening sound of treading on the ground continued to sound.

Ron floated quietly in the air, looking at the group of monsters running desperately under his feet.

He is now in a state of invisible power, and the monsters in the beast tide have no idea that there is a legendary dragon above their heads.

But they knew it immediately and felt the dragon's anger with their bodies.

"Get rid of these bugs first, and then go find out who started the beast wave."

Ron made this judgment.

After all, if they were allowed to run, Windmill Town would most likely be razed to the ground.

"suck"

He took a deep breath, and his chest began to bloom with seven-colored light.

Then, he lowered his head and opened a dragon kiss to the beast tide not far away.

[Mixed Breath·Two Heavens of Ice and Fire]

"boom!"

A huge cone-shaped dragon's breath appeared out of thin air, and the blazing flames and cold frost strangely merged into one.

The ice-blue dragon's breath almost covered the entire beast tide, which was tens of thousands of meters long!

"Ao!"

Almost instantly, the ant-like black beasts were burned into blue powder by the ice-blue flames.

Some high-level monsters that were farther away made frightened sounds and ran desperately away from the beast tide.

But this still couldn't stop the arrival of the God of Death. The blue flames spread crazily on the ground like the rising tide of the sea, swallowing up all the lives that fell into it.

The strange thing is that none of the terrain and trees here were damaged in the face of this powerful force.

Except for some trees smashed by monsters, this forest stood strangely in the sea of ​​ice-blue fire.

Ron was pleased with the test of his new skills.

The [Iris Breath] or [Mixed Breath] used before were too powerful.

The result of a fight is to create a grand canyon or basin terrain.

Ron couldn't even erase the traces of the battle.

A month ago, he had a sudden idea and tried to develop a special version of this mixed breath trick.

Sure enough, this weakened version of the breath can better control the destructive power, and can also quickly clear low-level enemies. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

A normal iridescent dragon's [Mixed Breath] is a collection of almost all attributes of dragon breath such as light, burning, freezing, poison, lightning, petrification, cracking, hurricane, etc.!

The destructive power is no worse than [Rainbow Breath], but the enemies Ron usually encounters rarely use it.

Ron's enemies are either evil and have weak light; or they have amazingly high magic resistance and have no useful attributes.

This resulted in him rarely using mixed breath.

Although you can also use mixed breath and rainbow breath to combine into a more powerful double breath.

But it was too damaging to the throat, and Ron didn't want to use it a second time after using it once.

Unless it's an emergency.

"suck"

The ice blue flame carried a large amount of magic core and magic core fragments and was sucked back into Ron's mouth again.

Drop recovery is a top priority, you can't just spray a breath of dragon's breath and then work in vain.

Getting your due reward back is a sacrosanct act.

And compared to the embarrassing situation in the fire elemental plane when Ron had to go down and retrieve the magic cores one by one from the earth, this recycling method is much more convenient.

"belch!"

Ron touched his belly and burped happily.

He hadn't felt so full for a long time, which made him want to go back to bed and take a nap.

Can't sleep yet!

We need to find out what's going on with the source of this beast tide.

He shook his sleepy head.

Ron ignored the few weak monsters that were escaping in the distance.

It’s time to let Windmill Town practice the siege of Warcraft.

Anyway, Morey is still in the city, and Ron's positioning magic circle is also there, so there won't be any problems.

"First, release the pathfinders."

Bracing for sleepiness.

Ron braced himself, opened the space bag, and released a large number of flying magic constructs.

These were made using materials he "collected" when he went out when he had nothing to do.

Densely packed "volleying swords" and "sleeping blankets" were flying in the low air, like a storm of blades.

Taking Ron as their starting point, they started a carpet-like search of the surrounding forest.

"Brush! Brush!"

The flying speed of the volleying sword is far faster than that of the boring blanket, taking the lead!

This newly unveiled magic construct looks much better than the stuffy blanket, and it feels like an immortal wielding a sword when flying.

In comparison, ordinary stuffy blankets are just like the blankets spread in peasant women's homes, without any features.

The volleying sword is similar to the suffocating blanket, and is also one of the most commonly used magic constructs in the star world.

A flying sword without an owner will usually disguise itself as an ordinary rusty sword blade and attack any living thing that comes near it.

["Lying next to the box was the skeleton of Captain Laughing Blade, with his rusty sword still clutched in his hand. You can imagine how surprised I was when I saw the sword flying up from the skeleton. !That scar is still there.”

——Halfling Wanderer]