Chapter 732
"Little rabbit, be good, open the door..." Robert smacked his mouth, feeling that this song seemed a bit inappropriate.
But with two rabbits at his feet, he couldn't help but think of this song.
This is really not what he is singing randomly!
It's to suit the occasion.
From the depths of the Forbidden Forest, sounds like "Sneeze! Sneeze! Sneeze!" came from time to time. It sounded very strange, but Robert knew what it was.
The two unlucky fire dragons were now tied up so tightly that they couldn't even move a claw and were sneezing on the ground.
Because their mouths are blocked, they can only hit with their nostrils, but as we all know, the nostrils of fire dragons are used to spit fire, so unfortunately, they can only spit out streams of black smoke, which looks like Like two old smokers, blowing out the cigarettes in their mouths into the air.
From time to time, painful moans came out from the tightly bound teeth, which looked very miserable.
The two fire dragons are now honest. They have been fed and fed by the wizards. They have never looked down on these shit scrapers. Now that the shit scrapers are not here, even if someone points their noses and threatens to freeze them to death here. In a forest covered with ice and snow, they could only stare at each other with fierce eyes, but there was really nothing they could do.
Even if they lose their temper, no one will use magic to turn the surrounding weather into a scorching summer, and no one will fetch them quilts and blankets with worried faces. Although the hard and smooth scales can resist powerful magic, they cannot Withstand the cold invasion.
Dragon life is difficult!
The fire dragon couldn't help but mourn for himself, how could he meet such an unreasonable wizard!
Obviously we are all protected animals!
How dare you treat us so cruelly!
Just when the Swedish Brachysaurus and the Fireball Dragon were uttering silent condemnations and curses, trying to curse this bastard silently in their hearts, a petite Fire Dragon had its entire head wrapped into a rice dumpling, and was presented with a very shameful expression. In such a posture, he was thrown between the two dragons.
The big blue head of the Swedish Brachysaurus moved around, and finally saw the opponent's face. The brass-colored Peruvian Vipertooth Dragon was tied up by its legs in a standard way of roasting a whole pig in the wild, with its belly facing up, exposing its softness. The belly is like a dog waiting to be stroked by its owner.
Of course, that's not what the Venomous Tooth Dragon thinks in its heart. It just wants someone to come over and help it turn over. Even if it's just a half-turn, it's like a life-saving favor!
It's a pity that the companion next to it is not the kind of good dragon that will lend a helping hand for trivial matters. Even the fireball dragon, which is more gentle by nature, still treats this kind of thing - ignore it.
Just kidding, the two of us have been tied up here and been blown by the cold wind for a long time. You, a newcomer, want us to stretch out our paws that have finally warmed up? !
dream!
Compared with the other two dragons, the Peruvian Venomtooth Dragon is really miserable because it is the fastest. Robert has always treated this kind of agile player with the attitude that he can kill him and never knock him out, although he did not use any killing methods. The sex curse, but just to repel the curse, he used a lot of magic power, and almost knocked out the stomach acid of the Venomous Tooth Dragon.
As for the powerful acid spell that can corrode dragon scales, he unceremoniously released it three times in one breath when the poison-toothed dragon opened its mouth and wanted to bite off his head, and directly used his speed to kill the head. The whole mouth of the Venomous Tooth Dragon was burned out just because it wanted to kill someone.
At this time, its head was wrapped not only to prevent it from continuing to bite people with its teeth, but also because its big mouth was severely ulcerated. Robert felt a little guilty, so he applied some white fresh ointment and left it to fend for itself. went.
Anyway, the resilience of fire dragons is pretty good. If they really die in the Forbidden Forest, they can only be considered unlucky.
Robert didn't dare to think of these guys as stray cats and dogs. The most effective way to deal with the ferocious beasts was to punch them hard to subdue them, which would be easier.
Following the law, Robert successfully defeated the Romanian Longhorned Dragon, the Australian Opaleye and the Welsh Green Dragon. Six dragons of different colors and sizes gathered in a circle dejectedly, and were forced to face each other's most embarrassing embarrassment.
In other words, it's ugly. After all, it's really hard to see people.
The big white eyes blinked feebly, looking aggrieved, like a big golden retriever that chewed your size 44 beach shoes into tofu pieces.
But the color of this golden retriever is a bit fancy, and it’s a bit big.
The dark green long-horned dragon had a happy face. When the little wizard cast a spell and knocked himself dizzy, it almost thought it was going to have its horns chopped off, even though the horns of the long-horned dragon were not like elephant teeth. , but similar to the horns of sika deer, which can be regenerated, but wizards don't care about renewable resources. When they see a horned dragon, of course they kill it directly and then take the horns.
The cowardly group of longhorned dragons who had saved their lives lay down on the ground obediently, acting like a good baby who would do whatever you asked me to do. Robert almost laughed when he saw them.
So there is such a benefit in beating these guys up?
In contrast, the two short-nosed fire dragons who were knocked down first were very unbehaved. They kept trying to spit fire at him, but unfortunately all they spit out was black smoke.
He kept sneezing.
Robert touched the cold scales of the two guys and felt that if they stayed cold for a while, they might be able to eat raw dragon slices.
"Speaking of things like fish." Robert licked his lips, "Actually, it doesn't have to be a fish, right?"
Make a cut near the lower jaw and tail to bleed, peel off the skin, remove the bones, take out slices of meat, and dip it in seasonings. In fact, it can be called clam. It can be fish or meat. As long as the food is delicious enough and free of parasites, it will really taste delicious. A rare experience.
Although it is a bit disrespectful, this is a dragon after all. Even in third-rate adventure stories, there will be legends about the protagonist eating dragon meat and transforming into a dragon knight...
Of course, this kind of beginning is generally the favorite of stallion stories. After all, everyone understands dragons.
Robert, who didn't really want to be the male protagonist of a stallion novel, just gave up this unreliable idea after thinking about it. The protagonist at least ate the flesh and blood of an ancient dragon. What kind of thing was this in front of him? It was said to be a dragon. It's just an extra pair of wings. If you really want to say it, they are more like huge winged lizards.
Moreover, if dragon blood is not treated, it is really corrosive. Only a hybrid giant like Hagrid would apply this stuff on his face as if it were an anti-inflammatory drug. What would a normal person dare to do? His skin would be damaged. My flesh and blood will rot for you to see.
However, what Robert didn't expect was that just when he was deep in thought after saying these words, his stomach rang.
hungry.
