Chapter 47: Additional Skill
Ansair found himself exceptionally suited to the battlefield.
Thousands of Frost Giant warriors and priests fought bloody for a long time, but they only killed a hundred White Dragons.
And he only needs to attach the Siphoning Strike to his tail, and the more than 100-meter-long tail swept across the battlefield. Plenty of White Dragons were blasted on the spot, and dozens of White Dragons were seriously injured as they fell from the sky.
However, dragons are still relatively strong. If it is an ordinary human soldier or another race, Ansair may be able to stack thousands of layers of Siphoning Strike in just one battle.
The reason why the stacking of Siphoning Strike was relatively slow before was that he felt that layer-by-layer stacking was too slow and laborious.
He was not so diligent in his previous life. After becoming a dragon in this life, coupled with the natural laziness of a dragon, he often spends three days fishing and two days drying the net.
Sometimes Ansair would tell himself that he couldn't be so lazy anymore, that he could wander better only when he became strong enough.
But within two days, he will tell himself that he must know how to combine work with rest.
Seeing that Frost Wing was dead, the remaining White Dragons fled in all directions.
Although the Frost Giants chased and killed many White Dragons, a few White Dragons managed to escape.
But no matter what, in this war between the White Dragon and the Frost Giant, the Frost Giant won the final victory.
The surviving Frost Giants wept with joy. They fought bravely to protect their tribe, their wives, children, and parents.
Although the Frost Giants also suffered heavy losses, Cecil, who had lived for countless years, was used to life and death, and only the future of the Frost Giant Tribe was his main concern.
He smiled slightly.
Frost Wing died, and the Frost Lair collapsed.
On this Northern Ice Field, no creatures within a hundred miles can bring great danger to the Frost Giant Tribe.
Injured Frost Giants are healed by magic, and the missing population will be reborn in a peaceful and mundane life in the future.
Ansair and Osmond rushed to the Frost Lair after finishing the White Dragons.
Osmond has already regarded the treasure of Frost Wing as his own, and he will not work in vain.
Just thinking about how much wealth a Legendary Realm dragon who has made deals with humans can have, Osmond's heart is stimulated.
He is not a noble dragon who treats money like dung like Nigus.
As they enter the Frost Lair, the magical barrier in it did not disappear even with the death of Frost Wing.
"Uncle Osmond, this magic barrier can only allow White Dragons to pass through, I will go in and help you get the treasure out, and you will share half with me. I also contributed to killing Frost Wing just now."
Ansair suggested that he was not completely out of ideas about treasures.
"Silly boy, the dragon has no relatives in front of the treasure. You actually think that I will share half of the treasure with you. It's really fantastic."
Osmond shook his head coldly and refused.
"Even if you didn't make a move, I can still easily take down a mere White Dragon. Do you think I used all my strength just now?"
Now that the treasure is in sight, Osmond turns his face against a dragon even if it's his relative.
"Look, how can a small magical barrier stop a dragon from retrieving his treasure!"
Osmond flew towards the Frost Lair as the magic barrier felt a constant shock of threat.
A golden light erupted from two of his claws which was some kind of boundary-breaking magic.
Osmond inserted his claws into the barrier and tore it apart on both sides.
With a huge roar, the magic barrier shattered like a peeled egg.
Without the protection of the magic barrier, the Frost Lair was fully revealed, and this was the first time Ansair saw it from the outside world.
In order to accommodate such a large number of White Dragons, the Frost Lair occupies no smaller area than the Frost Giant Tribe.
There's a big hole at the top of Frost Lair, which is where the sunlight comes in, and it is also the passage for Frost Wing to enter and exit.
But today, this entrance did not welcome back its owner, but two Golden Dragons.
Ansair didn't go deeper over the Frost Lair last time, and he was a little curious this time.
Osmond was not at all interested in the White Dragon's lair, he already smelled the treasure.
Osmond led Ansair all the way to Frost Wing's palace, he easily cracked the magic seals on the way.
After ten minutes of power down, Osmond tore open the magic barrier of the palace and immediately saw heaps of gold coins.
"I'm rich!"
Osmond's eyes glowed as he rolled around among the piles of gold coins.
"It's all mine, these gold coins are all mine!"
He sprinkled his treasures over his body.
Even if he already possessed the strength of the Legendary Realm, he still couldn't resist these shiny things.
Ansair speechlessly looked at Osmond rolling in the gold coins like a newborn dragon.
This uncle really doesn't look like an elder.
Osmond was excited for a while before regaining his composure.
He put away all the gold coins and gems, leaving only a bunch of magic items.
Osmond pretended to be generous and said.
"You have contributed more or less to this battle, don't even think about treasures, I will give you these magic items."
These magic items all have a common feature, that is, they are dusty, and Osmond is not interested.
Ansair picked up one of the rings and injected magic power, and a small fireball appeared in the air, not one-tenth the size of his own fireball technique.
Rubbish!
Ansair complained in his heart.
If these magic items are really useful to dragons, Frost Wing would not leave them to eat ashes in the palace.
Even so, he still put these magic items into his storage ring, which might be useful in the future.
Speaking of the ring he got from the City Lord of Winter City, in addition to a pile of gold coins and gems, there is also a teleportation scroll that will probably be used to save his life, a few martial arts technique, and other useless magic items.
Martial arts must use battle qi to arouse their power, but dragons cannot practice battle qi, and only humanoid creatures can activate battle qi. So these books of martial arts are also useless to Ansair.
There are also several bottles of ice-blue potions, which are probably the Frost Giant potions mentioned earlier.
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Coming into the black mist again, the seven-faced stele stands tall, and it seems to be no different from before.
Ansair looked at the stele strangely, why did he enter the black mist without a new awakening skill this time?
When he saw the stele of the Half-Dragon, he finally realized the difference.
There is an extra line of words below the skill description of Flame Breath, which is a new skill, which also belongs to the Half-Dragon Lady
Before that, he thought that a hero could only acquire one skill.
[Fury of the Dragonborn: Increase attack damage against Five-Color Dragons by 20%, every participation in killing a Legendary Realm and above dragons will increase magic resistance. Current Kill: Frost Wing.]
Good guy, a full 20% damage bonus to dragons really doesn't leave them a way out.
Ansair complained in his heart that he could beat them to death as he went face-to-face encounters with legendary dragons.
The last one, killing a legendary dragon and improving his magic resistance, is a blatant statement that he should kill a dragon.
This skill makes a dragon's already harsh living environment worse.