The Dwarf Mage gradually approached.
With a Focusing Magic Mirror, he adjusted the focus to a microscopic level, clearly seeing the tallic texture on the surface of the Dragon Scale fading away, revealing the internal honeycomb-like fire elent storage structure.
This is a form never recorded in the Alchemy Textbook.
The thought that his discovery might lead to a published study exhilarated him.
The Dwarf Mage’s breathing grew rapid, his dense beard trembling with excitent.
anwhile.
As the Fiery Fla scorched, the fractured scale completely turned ruddy red, and from a microscopic view, molten lava-like bright red matter seeped from the honeycomb pores.
The Dwarf Mage keenly sensed the danger, his expression changed.
Buzz!
The rune on the Iron Ring tied to his beard instantly lit up, swiftly extending a light shield, covering the Dwarf Mage’s body.
The fractured scale exploded like a compressed sun.
Boom!
A burst of fiery flas and shockwaves suddenly detonated, hitting the Dwarf Mage, launching him backward through three rows of shelves.
Ten seconds later.
Groni crawled up from the chaotic workshop, dusty and with his scorched beard still smoking. If it weren’t for the defensive alchemy tool hanging on his beard blocking much of the damage, with his fragile mage constitution, he wouldn’t have avoided severe injury.
Nevertheless, he paid the price for his carelessness this ti.
A sharp pain ca from his left eye, and when he touched his face, he only felt lted tal fras and sticky residual crystalline substances.
The explosion ca too suddenly; his alchemy tools activated too late, resulting in his eye being blasted blind.
He truly did not anticipate.
Such a small piece of fragnted scale could cause such destructive damage.
As he composed himself, taking a closer look.
The Refined Gold Cauldron had cracked radiating, the Rune Carving Knife shattered into several pieces, and the Focusing Magic Mirror was broken...... The physical pain was secondary to the heartache over the losses.
For an Alchemist, good tools are incredibly hard to co by.
"Waaaa! The deceitful Evil Dragon of the Red Iron hybrid! I’ll rember you!"
The Dwarf Mage’s skin flushed red with rising anger, his shouting echoing under the night sky.
Bam! Olaf, carrying a war hamr longer than his height, kicked open the deford workshop door, his gaze sweeping inside like a tiger, spotting the red-eyed Dwarf Mage.
"Groni, what happened?"
He asked.
The Dwarf Mage: "I got attacked by an Evil Dragon."
He briefly recounted the events.
After hearing the Dwarf Mage’s words, Olaf’s eyes widened, and he bluntly murmured, "What Evil Dragon attack? You just got yourself injured due to your own folly, right?"
Upon hearing this.
The Dwarf Mage was stunned, spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
Being called foolish by a brute made him feel like exploding, yet he couldn’t argue back.
The Dwarf Mage’s anger surged, and with his blood spitting, his brain lacked oxygen, causing him to fall straight to the ground, fainting.
anwhile.
Violent Bear Ridge, Needleleaf Valley.
Galos was unaware of the events happening to the Dwarf Mage; if he knew, he might not help but burst into laughter.
Using Fiery Fla to roast his explosive scale and leaning in close to inspect it, it’s fortunate he reacted quickly enough not to be blown dead on the spot.
Renowned for defense, and fully focused, the Earth Bears were blasted to bloody, charred lumps during the training sparring with Galos.
A delicate Alchemist caught off guard at close range by such an explosion, even a slight delay in reaction could indeed pose a lethal risk.
Unaware of this event under the sa sky.
Galos, with an indomitable spirit, continued his training with the young Dragon.
He seriously thought about it, rely strengthening the Scale Armor outside the reproductive cavity equates to adding a thicker layer of protection over the weak spot, but the weak spot remains, better to directly train the weak spot.
So, after so ntal preparation.
Galos took a deep breath, stood upright, and ramd a not-so-old, slightly softer Needle Pine.
With sawdust flying, the young Dragon protruding from the reproductive cavity drilled a deep pit into the tree trunk.
Galos’ Face Armor twitched and twisted, letting out a gasping hiss, and despite his current endurance to pain, he couldn’t help but grimace.
This kind of training on one’s vulnerable point is sothing ordinarily resolute Dragons might struggle to resolve to do.
"Again! I want to harden this weak spot to be like steel, no, harder than steel!"
The Red Iron Young Dragon grit its teeth, ferociously ramming again.
Bam bam bam! The tree trunk gradually filled with pits, cracks extended, soon unable to withstand the load, completely breaking.
Galos felt the young Dragon’s soreness and piercing pain reach an extre, finding it difficult to continue, so he stopped, planning to resu new adaptation training after a bit of rest.
The next day, when the first luster of dawn sprinkled over Needleleaf Valley.
Galos unfolded his wings and flew out from the mountain cave in the center of the valley.
Needleleaf Valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there are many natural caves in the mountain bodies, among which Galos chose the largest, most comfortable one as his Dragon’s Nest.
As the saying goes, the plan of the day is made in the morning.
Typically, Galos would take off in the morning, searching for suitable fierce beasts and monsters to hunt, honing his combat skills along the way.
If it were any other Dragon Race ruling over a Violent Bear Group.
They’d likely command their followers to hunt for them, providing food, while enjoying a life of effortless luxury.
Galos didn’t do that, nor did he reduce his hunting frequency, because hunting is not just for food, but also to refine his combat tactics and enrich his practical experience, an indispensable part of his training.
Real combat experience is very important in Galos’ eyes.
Just like facing the Red Copper Dragon earlier.
A teenage dragon over 16 years old, carrying several alchemy tools, if its practical experience were rich enough, Galos’ robbery wouldn’t have succeeded so easily, also judging that the Red Copper Dragon lacked combat experience, leading Galos to decide on counter-robbery, rather than purely retreating.
Getting back to the point.
Galos was about to take off directly for hunting.
But due to too large a step, and the post-pain throbbing between his hind legs, his grimacing teeth and mouth dropped him back down, helplessly lying on a slab of rock, preparing to rest a while longer.
Noticing Galos seed a bit odd.
Samantha walked over on all fours, curiously asked: "My beloved brother, did you get hurt?"
Galos: "No."
Samantha didn’t believe it, said: "When you were walking just now, you seed awkward and uncomfortable, definitely not normal."
"Don’t be stubborn, where are you injured? Let have a look."
"I mastered a new rune, I can engrave it at the injury site, which will speed up recovery."
The Red Dragon stretched out her sharp Dragon Claw, enthusiastically approached Galos.
Galos, with a stern face, danger flashing in his eyes, said: "Stay away from , experint your runes on the Violent Bear."
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