Abe the Wizard

“Master, I want to see what that is.” Flying Flames is a rare initiative to connect with Abel through a chain of souls.

You know, while Abel has been opening a two-way passage through the chain of souls, these covenants are very conscious of not disturbing Abel, because every disturbance, whether it's witch meditation or forging equipment and refining agents, can make Abel go wrong.

In Abel's magic tower, Abel was looking at the dragon's blood in his hand, and suddenly the news came to his attention, and he remembered that Flying Flame, as a pseudo-dragon, should know more about this bottle of dragon's blood than he, the human being.

“Flavi, send me to Flying Flame!” Abel spoke to the air.

Between the flashes of white light, his figure disappeared from the magic tower and then appeared beside the flames.

When Flying Flame appeared in Abel, he stared closely at the bottle of dragon blood in his hand flashing a dark golden arc, and his instincts were constantly reminding him that this blood had a great effect on it, allowing it to break through the confinement of life.

Just powerful enough to suppress this desire, the eyes of Flying Flame turned to Abel, and his eyes filled with pleading colors.

“What level of dragon blood is this?” Abel asked directly.

“Blood of the Dragon!” Flying flames are dreaming of a word through the chain of souls.

Abel had never heard of the Sacred Dragon, but from the story of Flying Flames, he knew that the word Sacred Dragon was still mentioned in the knowledge of the blood of Flying Flames.

“What does the blood of the Dragon do to you?” Abel asked again.

Flying flames are the most powerful cards in his hand, and now they are powerful enough, not to let an uncertain chance die for it that has not yet fully grown to be the most powerful.

“It can break through the confinement of race and become more powerful!” Flying flames come through the chain of souls with its answers.

“Is it dangerous?” Abel asked again.

Knowing that all living beings are naturally capable of perceiving danger, Flying Flame, as a quadrupedal pseudo-dragon, should be more capable of perceiving danger.

“I have confidence!” Through the chain of souls, Abel can feel the confidence of Flying Flames.

Abel looked at the blood flashing with a dark golden arc in his hand, and his heart estimated the extent of its danger to flying inflammation, which had been taken from flying inflammation and synthesized through a Hladic square.

Unlike humans, dwarves and elves, the strength of the Dragon Nation depends on the purity of dragon blood in their bodies, from the lowest dragon beast, to the higher level pseudo dragon, to the giant dragon, and the Holy Dragon of Flying Flame, each level dragon Nation has a distinct difference in the purity of dragon blood.

Just to think about the amount of blood of the Dragon, this is a very large bottle of Dragon's blood, if it is a refining agent, this bottle of Dragon's blood is enough to refine ten bottles of medicine, and now this full bottle of Dragon's blood will not have an impact on Flying Flame.

But he immediately thought of believing in the instincts of flying flames, because he couldn't determine how much blood the dragon needed to break through racial confinement.

He placed the bottle containing the blood of the dragon in his hand in front of the flame, which grabbed it tightly with his forefinger, gently opened the cap, poured half the blood of the dragon in his mouth, put the cap on it and returned the bottle to him.

“Flavi, maximize the protection of the fortress of war!” Abel shouted.

At this time, the flying flame had begun to shine a dark golden light, and its body had not changed much; what had changed was its scalar armor.

On top of each scale, a strange pattern slowly emerges, some on the surface and some hidden in the scale, making it impossible to see the full picture.

Then the flaming teeth and paws also began to show strange patterns, just as they were born, interleaved with the interior of the paw surface.

The final change is its wings, which become huge compared to their original body proportions, and are also patterned on the wings.

These patterns begin to appear one by one, from scales to teeth and paws to wings, and when the body is also covered with patterns, all the patterns on it begin to form a whole.

Flying flames emitted a dragon chant with a powerful pressure, which was much stronger than its previous dragon power, but at this time above the fortress of war, no one but Abel.

This blood promotion did not cause it to exhibit any abnormality, which, according to Abel's estimation, could be that the blood it uses matches too much with the inflammation itself.

By the way, can this blood not match?

This blood is taken directly from the body of Flying Flame and synthesized through the Heradic cube, and there is no better blood for it in the world.

“Ah ~ ~, oh ~ ~!” After the dragon, a strange sound appeared in the throat as if it was trying to grasp a new sound.

“Master, I feel like I may be called a young dragon!” After a brief attempt, it emitted a sentence from its throat, some of which were unclear, but that was enough for Abel to understand what it was saying.

Xiaolong, perhaps the word is not eye-catching, but know that there was no pseudonym before Xiaolong, which means that Feiyin has become a real dragon at this time.

It is a recognized dragon in the Dragon Nation, although its breed is a bit odd, at least Abel has read so many books, never heard of a dragon of this shape, but as long as its veins meet the Dragon's standards, it is a dragon.

And one of the most real abilities of the Dragon Nation is language, which is also one of the differences between real dragons, dragon beasts, pseudo-dragons, dragons can communicate in language, they belong to the intelligent race.

“Congratulations, Flying Flame!” Abel held Flying Flame's head forward and saw that it was very exciting at this time.

This is a transition in life, and the pseudo-dragon becomes a real dragon, and even a young dragon, its power can change dramatically.

“Master, I feel mighty!” Flying like a child, he squeezed his eyes and enjoyed Abel's hug, saying again.

This time, its words are clearer, and it is rapidly mastering its language skills.

“Flying flames, what more power do you have?” Abel let go of the flame and smiled at it and asked.

Flying flames, like children with new toys, popped the front claw's claws and stretched them over the wall of the nest where it was deformed by the fortress of war beside them.

The sturdy unknown metal of the Fortress of War was grabbed several deep claw marks like paper, its head raised, looking proudly at Abel, ready to wait for Abel to boast.

“Flying flames, you're destroying the fortress of war!” Abel hasn't made a sound yet, and an angry woman yelled at him. That's Tallinn Flavi's voice.

Then, on top of the Fortress of War, the battle was launched, and a massive force was pressed down from the flames, crushing it to the ground unprepared.

“Flavi, come on, Flying Flame is young, you'll teach it more later!” Abel waved to the air and said.

“Yes, master!” Tallinn Flavi's voice regained its tenderness and seemed not to have just been angry with it.

All the dirt, Abel magic towers, flowers, and all kinds of elf buildings and sculptures above the entire fortress of war and the fortress of war are Flavi's bodies, which he loves very much.

You know, Tallinn Flavi is no longer an ordinary spirit, but a very high level, with a spirit that simulates its own emotions.

Where the flame just broke, it began to change automatically, slowly the claw marks disappeared and restored the previous smoothness.

Flying Flame stood somewhat frustrated, and it would not go to Tallinn Flavi's trouble, where everything was Tallinn Flavi's body, even its lair.

If it's going to get into trouble with Tallinn Flavi, then it's going to live at Fort War 03, but the owner is here, and he doesn't want to be too far away from the owner.

And there's a magic environment, and it's good for it, so it can slowly get stronger in its sleep.

Abel smiled and patted Flying Flame on the neck. Now he knows that Flying Flame must have had a powerful boost. Previously, Flying Flame could not have torn the metal surface of a war fortress so easily.

“Talk to Flavi often in the future, it will teach you a lot!” Abel said softly.