The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

On the huge dining table, Osmond and Ansair were extremely small sitting next to Cecil.

The dining table is full of dragon beasts and meat of various species unique to the ice field.

It doesn't need any processing, just cut it and serve it on the table, which is extraordinarily fresh.

I'm tired of eating fish on Dragon Island, and it's rare to have a chance to eat a lot.

This is the first time that Ansel has eaten the meat of a dragon beast, and it feels a little weird.

Although the origin of the five-colored evil dragon is Tiamat, and the origin of the metal dragon is Bahamut, the two can be said to be absolute enemies.

But in the final analysis, it's all from the dragon family, and Ansel has a bit of weirdness in his mind.

But after tasting it, the guilt in his heart was instantly forgotten.

The unique sweetness and just the right cooling sensation, the meat is neither tight nor greasy, and the taste is just right.

Cecil picked up a huge white dragon egg from the dining table, cut a hole from the top and poured it directly into his mouth.

While eating, he greeted Osmond beside him.

"These are the freshest white dragon eggs. You know you like to eat them, so I specially asked my subordinates to collect all the dragon eggs from the tribe."

"It's rare that you still remember my taste."

Osmond was not polite, his head changed back to the dragon head, and he ate a dragon egg together with the egg shell in one bite.

"It's still so sweet, Ans Air, you can try it."

Ansier's natural magic can't make local changes in his body, he can only knock out a small hole to **** the egg liquid in it.

There is no fishy smell, and the taste is not bad.

"As for the wine, why hasn't it been brought out for so long? Isn't that a slight offense to the distinguished guest?"

Seeing that the wine had not been served, Cecil shouted to the frost giant beside him.

"Come on, come on, patriarch, here comes the wine!"

I saw a frost giant dressed as a sacrificial coming up with a curling pot in his hand.

"It's full of guests."

Cecil ordered.

Ans El looked at the light blue liquid in the glass in surprise, a fine wine like nectar, exuding a mellow wine aroma.

This was the first time he saw wine in this different world. He didn't expect this kind of unique wine to be found in the ice field without food.

With good wine and good food, Cecil and Osmond chatted.

Cecil speaks the common language of the continent, so Ansel can understand what they are saying.

Cecil talked about the difficulty of managing the tribe and the danger of the dragon's nest beside him. Between the lines, there was an intention to ask Osmond to help.

However, Osmond talked to himself about his story of wandering on the mainland after he left the icefield, and finally returned to Dragon Island.

Both of them were drinking, and the more they drank, the more they appeared drunk.

Finally, they chatted together and talked about the Frost Frost Realm.

When Ansier heard something related to him, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully while eating.

"Back then, I asked you to borrow the Frost Frost Realm, but you actually asked me to accompany you to create a giant dragon in the legendary realm."

Osmond was obviously a little drunk, he pretended to be angry and said.

"Cecil, you're too unkind. At that time, I was still in adulthood, and the white dragon's icy breath almost froze me to death!"

"Alas! Dude, there's no way, there is such a giant dragon in the legendary realm next to me that sneaks up on my tribe and eats my clansman every day.

I can't handle him alone, so I can only ask you for help.

I see that your defense is so strong, isn't it that you can even resist his ice magic? "

Cecil explained.

"To be honest, this time I'm here to lend you the Frost Frost Realm, you won't let me fight for you again, will you?"

Osmond was wary.

Seeing that Osmond had already sensed his purpose, Cecil was not concealing it, and said with a wry smile.

"There is indeed such an idea. Right next to our Frost Tribe, a giant dragon named "Wings of Frost" built a lair in the past few decades.

Before, they stole a lot of my clan while I was sleeping, I have to rescue them. "

When Osmond heard the words, he quickly shook his head.

"I'm not afraid to fight with the white dragon, but this is not for myself, so why should I do my best?

If you want to help, look for my nephew. "

Osmond intends to exercise Ans El, and take a look at his skills by the way.

Cecil was taken aback and said, "Your nephew can really fight with me to fight with the giant dragon in the legendary realm. How old is he?"

"He is in the young dragon stage now."

Osmond replied.

"Young dragon! Don't be joking, Osmond. Even when you were an adult, you were almost frozen to death by the legendary white dragon. Do you want him to die now?"

Cecil said incredulously, he didn't believe that the young dragons in Ansair had any abilities.

Ansel wiped his mouth when he heard the two discussing him.

"Patriarch Cecil, why do you have to confront the legendary white dragon head-on.

Even if you can really defeat him, or even kill him, your clansmen are all in their hands.

If this Frost Wing dies, the other white dragons in the lair will die and the net will be broken, and your clan will still not be able to be rescued. "

Cecil glanced at Osmond, only to see that he was drinking to himself and kept silent.

Obviously he really didn't intend to deal with this matter.

Seeing that Osmond had such confidence in Anselm~www.novelmt.com~ Cecil couldn't help but give him a high look.

"What can you do?"

When Ans El was thinking, it happened that the frost giant brought a plate of real white dragons as the finale.

This white dragon is more than 20 meters long. It must have been disemboweled not long ago, and its limbs are still twitching slightly.

"I have an idea."

Ansier's eyes lit up, he left the ice chair, and cast a natural magic on the ground, turning into a white dragon exactly like it.

"Patriarch Cecil, wait until you go outside the dragon's nest to lead the Frost Wing out, and then I will turn into a white dragon and sneak into the cave, find the frost giants, and then rescue them."

Cecil looked at the white dragon that Ansel made. It was exactly the same as the one on the dining table. He couldn't detect anything wrong with his detection magic.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that Ansier's plan was very feasible, so he agreed.

"Then do as you said. When you rescue my clan, I will lend you the Frost Frost Realm."

Immediately, he said again: "My clansmen haven't come back for a day, and I can't be relieved for a day. We have to rescue them as soon as possible."

"Then go save them tomorrow."

Ansel understood what Cecil meant.

Cecil was overjoyed and said, "How embarrassing, the two distinguished guests have to help our tribe before they have a good rest."

Although he said so, he didn't really want to let Ansair rest for two days before taking action.

After everything was negotiated, Ansel and Cecil finalized the details and formulated a plan to save the frost giant.

Osmond quietly leaned into Ansel's ear and said, "I didn't expect you to have this ability."

Even he couldn't see through the changes in Ansair.