Chapter 997 At this moment, the global magic world was silent
Chapter 997 At this moment, the global magic community was silent
The instinctive fear was hard to overcome, and Draco turned his neck with all his strength, subconsciously looking for his parents.
Lucius and Narcissa were in the stands on his left, both of them had worry on their faces, especially Narcissa, as a mother, her eyes were wet.
"Bang——" The Hungarian Treecrest Dragon's tail slapped the ground casually, as if issuing a warning.
Draco's throat rolled and he turned his neck back stiffly.
Being stared at by such a huge monster, he didn't have the courage to pick up the wand.
"You're not scared out of your wits, are you?"
"Oh my, maybe he has already peed in his pants~"
Draco clenched his fists when he heard the familiar voice.
His action caused the fire dragon to slowly stand up, and its huge shadow instantly covered the entire arena.
This shadow also shrouded his heart.
Inexplicably, images of himself being engulfed by flames, torn apart by sharp claws, and flattened by a tail flashed through his mind.
We can't continue to be in a stalemate any longer!
Draco trembled and took out his wand.
He has a sure-fire way to win: a mithril amulet in his pocket.
Not only is it completely immune to the fire dragon's breath, it can also automatically defend against sudden physical attacks.
"Huff, huff..." Draco's breathing became heavier, and he wanted to raise the wand in his hand but he couldn't.
The Mithril Amulet is one of the top magic items handed down from the Malfoy family's ancestors. It will definitely help him pass the level as his father said.
But when he actually faced a fire dragon, the most ferocious Hungarian tree-crest dragon, he could not muster up the courage to overcome his fear.
The situation became deadlocked again, and the audience in the stands couldn't help but start complaining.
"It's been 10 minutes, why hasn't Malfoy taken any action yet?"
"I said that his qualification as a warrior was obtained by his rich father. Maybe he wanted to wait until the dragon was trapped and then swagger over to take the golden egg."
10 minutes. It turns out that 10 minutes have passed.
Draco's pale face gradually turned red.
Yes, he lost, lost to the so-called savior, lost to that scarred guy.
As for Wayne, there is no need to mention that the gap between them is as big as the gap between him and the Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon now.
Why should a Muggle-born wizard do that?
He is the heir of the Malfoy family! He is a sacred and noble pure-blood wizard!
Vincent in the stands was inexplicably stared at by him.
Finally there was movement, and Gary, who was in charge of the live broadcast, quickly turned the camera to the direction Draco was looking.
At this moment, the global wizarding community was silent.
Vincent twitched his lips. Those huge projection screens in the stands were all him, and even the audience around him were looking at him.
Embarrassing, very embarrassing.
Draco's vicious expression was not directed at the dragon, but at a spectator in the stands.
Not long after the news about "Death Match" was updated, it was hastily replaced with "The Resentful Eyes of the Malfoy Warrior".
Vincent, who inexplicably became the focus of the game, could only hope that the restless Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon would do something quickly. Even stretching would be better than the current situation.
Perhaps his sincere prayer was heard by old man Merlin, and the fire dragon impatiently spread its huge wings that were enough to cover the entire arena.
Draco subconsciously looked back and saw the dragon digging its sharp claws into the ground and grabbing a handful of rubble and throwing it at him.
"Armor!" He instinctively cast an armor spell and staggered to block the thrown stones.
After a long standoff without retreating or attacking, the fire dragon seemed to be angry.
Another handful of rubble was thrown at him, this time with much greater speed and force. Draco hurriedly ran to the side.
"Boom bang bang-"
He looked back at the big holes that were created, and the image of himself being smashed into a pulp flashed through his mind.
No, I'm going to die.
He ran desperately along the edge of the field, fearing that he would be hit by the rubble.
At this moment, he burst out with unprecedented potential and fought with the fire dragon for more than ten rounds until his physical strength reached the limit and he suddenly lost strength and fell to the ground.
"Shet!"
Draco cursed at the top of his lungs, and then was submerged by countless rubble.
Lucius in the stands couldn't sit still anymore, he stood up with an anxious look on his face.
He knew that the Mithril Amulet could protect his son, and he also knew why his son did not dare to take action.
Some things seem easy but are very difficult to do.
If the two warriors before him had behaved better, Draco wouldn't have been so scared that he couldn't move.
The Hungarian Treecrest Dragon stopped throwing, stretched its neck and watched curiously.
It was enough to deal with a weak little wizard who didn't dare to attack, but it didn't expect that the other party would be safe and sound.
Even Draco himself didn't expect this. He squatted down with his head in his hands, surrounded by fallen rubble.
It works! The Mithril Amulet really works!
The surging confidence drove away the countless ways of his own death in his mind, leaving only the image of him swaggeringly taking the golden egg in front of the fire dragon.
Although still gasping for breath, Draco stood up gracefully.
"Merlin's beard!" Bagman was shocked by this scene. "What happened? Why is the Malfoy warrior safe and sound?"
Not to mention him, all the wizards around the world who were watching the live broadcast were shocked.
The stands were in total silence; they were all so surprised that they were speechless.
Including the twins who had been mocking and cursing, their jaws dropped in shock.
Even Gary, who was in charge of the live broadcast, forgot to switch the camera, and even the four dragon trainers on the field were stunned.
It wasn't until the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon spread its huge wings again that everyone came to their senses.
It watched Draco walk over leisurely, and a rumbling sound like a volcano about to erupt came from the depths of its throat.
Accompanied by a deafening roar, flames from hell instantly engulfed half of the stadium.
If there was no defensive magic in front of the stands, the flames would probably continue to extend.
But in the blood-red firelight, Draco walked out safely again.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was completely different from before.
Lucius sat back gracefully and calmly, and gently patted Narcissa's palm.
"Our son is fine."
The mithril amulet handed down from ancestors is very effective, and if nothing goes wrong you will definitely be able to pass the level.
This was indeed the reality. Draco approached slowly and leisurely, and the dragon closed its mouth and stopped breathing.
Hot white smoke came out of its nostrils, and it lowered its head and stared quietly at the tiny figure below it.
Its thick, spiked tail suddenly swung forward, but was bounced into the air by some invisible barrier.
One, one, another.
It seemed that the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon was completely helpless and could only watch Draco under him approach the golden egg step by step.
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