Chapter 171 The Vikings were in a panic

"call out--"

On the peninsula south of Berk Island, some people heard the sound and looked toward the northern forest in confusion.

It is now dusk.

They always felt that there seemed to be some movement coming from the forest.

It seems there is some unrest among the wild dragons.

"Oh no!"

At this time, a boat stopped at the dock, and two figures, one tall and one short, got off the boat in a hurry.

"We saw it!"

"Something's happening north of Berk!"

As they shouted loudly, a crowd of onlookers soon gathered in the square.

I don't know what the two men said, but there was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

At this moment, a heavy sound of footsteps was heard from behind the crowd.

Stoick, the people's leader, strode over.

The crowd spontaneously made way for him.

He walked to the center of the crowd and asked two people, one tall and one short: "Moqi, Beckett, what did you see?"

The tall Beckett patted the iron bucket above his head, waved his hand and said: "We saw a ghostly figure wandering around Berk Island!"

The shorter Mochi patted him and spoke to Stoick in a more organized manner,

"When we were still at sea, we saw a very fast, very pale figure in the distance above Berk Island, and it was spewing a gray-white flame!"

Beckett added: "There also seemed to be something that looked like a butterfly near it."

Mochi patted him again: "What butterfly? That's a dragon! We saw a brightly colored dragon, and it was driven away by that ghost!"

"Ghost..." Stoick stroked his thick beard, lost in thought.

If it were in the past, he would have thought it was nonsense if he heard news about "ghosts".

But now, he would think of the invisible dragon that appeared frequently in the recent dragon attacks on Berk Island...

He still felt a little worried when he thought about the close encounter this dragon had with his son.

Finally, he asked, "What color is the ghost?"

Beckett and Mochi looked at each other, and Mochi said uncertainly, "Maybe white? Or light grey? It's shrouded in sunlight, so I can't see clearly."

At this time, a shout came from the crowd:

"It must be the 'ghost' that keeps attacking us! It must be a curse. The ghost curse has entangled our village!"

There was an immediate echo from the crowd.

Stoick felt a headache with these suspicious yet naive villagers. He covered his forehead and said,

"Don't overthink it. It must be a dragon, not a real ghost, nor a curse!"

At this time, Gao Bo's figure appeared in the crowd, holding up his prosthetic limb and grinning:

"Yes! I swear to Thor, that is a dragon. Hiccup and I have come into close contact with it. It is a white dragon, but it can become invisible."

The crowd was finally calmed down and people went back home.

Stoick was about to discuss something with Gobber about the ghost dragon when he saw Mochi and Beckett still standing there.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

"Oh, yes, Chief." Beckett carefully raised a prosthetic limb and said, "After we went out to sea, we were attacked by a group of hot pot dragons. They were not too far from Berk Island."

Stoick frowned slightly. "Hot Pot Dragon?... This is indeed a problem that needs to be solved."

Gao Bo looked curious and asked, "Hot pot dragons? They are rare. They are a group of big, violent water monsters. How did you two escape from their hot water?"

The two men honestly said they didn't know, and suddenly the hot pot dragons gave up the attack and left.

Stoick waved them off.

He turned to look at his old friend Gao Bo, and suddenly sighed,

"Recently, the attacks of those crazy wild dragons have become more and more frequent. And now there's this 'ghost dragon'..."

Then his eyes became determined: "One day, I will find the base camp of those dragons, lead my army, and solve this big problem!"

…

The setting sun sank into the horizon, the night enveloped the vast ocean, and You Huan returned to Dragon Island.

Before the Red Death died, this place was surrounded by thick fog, and humans could only wander around the periphery and could not find the entrance.

So this is a safe place.

You know, in addition to the Vikings on Berk Island, there are other dragon riders and dragon hunters in this world, and none of them are easy to deal with.

From this perspective, the Red Death also provides some protection for the dragons.

He flew into the interior of the volcano, deliberately hiding himself near the group of dragons and flew around them several times.

Tiny traces of fluff flew out from his tail and landed on different dragon species.

Like doing something.

Finally he returned to his platform and lay down in the shelter of the stone pillar.

The body is bent and the tail is wrapped in front of the nose.

Close your eyes peacefully.

But he did not fall into sleep, but instead focused his attention on the world of thinking.

By constantly vibrating his mental power in small amplitudes, he is trying to "thaw" the frozen lake of his mind.

He is constantly developing his spiritual power and tapping into the potential that already exists.

Because Guangsha has no talent in this area, unlike the Tail Rat which has a natural talent.

So the excavation progress is very slow.

But he was not in a hurry. Even if he did not have strong spiritual power, it would not have much impact on the development of his plans in this world.

He was just doing an experiment, an experiment that could be common to all monster cards.

Things like cultivation methods and spiritual power can be used by different monster cards.

But... while practicing, he really fell asleep.

Have a peaceful sleep like a corpse.

There's nothing we can do about it. Just like human children need more sleep than adults, young dragons also need a lot of sleep.

This is to accumulate energy for subsequent growth.

When he woke up, he felt refreshed.

The tail is itchy.

He looked back and saw that the umbrella rooted under his tail was shaking slightly.

It's just like the message notification when your phone is in vibrate mode.

Remind him that the analysis task set before going to bed has been completed.

With his mind connected, his mind world was immediately filled with dragon models.

Each model vividly displays the appearance of a dragon.

The Flame Demon, the Deadly Nadder, Gronco, the Two-Headed Dragon...

More importantly, even their internal body structure has been constructed in incredible detail.

This is part of the "function" of Xiao Pu that he activated.

Through the rooting of microvilli, it can carry out cellular-level analysis and modeling of organisms.

After looking at the models that spread throughout the world of thought, he suddenly let out a small breath.

Of course, the breath from the world of thought is not real breath, but more like a switch activated by his thoughts.

The dragon models around them suddenly lit up.

Each dragon seemed to have become a galaxy.

Bright spots of light serve as nodes, forming an extremely complex three-dimensional pattern within their bodies that runs through the entire body.

As expected, the dragons in this world all have energy circuits similar to the Light Evil in their bodies!

This circuit is closely related to the dragon's flying ability, load-bearing capacity, breathing ability, and even the defensive power of its scales.

You Huan calmed down and observed the different energy circuits of different dragon species, as well as the relationship between the circuits and their various abilities.

He now feels like he is in a classroom that is filled with everything he needs for the lesson, but the knowledge needs to be observed and understood by himself.

Fortunately, Xiao Pu's fluff also gave some results that his fluff could detect about the relationship between circuits and abilities, which facilitated his learning.

After being immersed in this classroom for an unknown amount of time, he finally came back to reality.

To outsiders, it looked as if he had been in a daze for the entire day.

He assumed the first posture of his cultivation method and simultaneously activated the plasma energy circuit in his body.

He was going to try to improve this circuit.

　When writing this chapter, I couldn't help but think of a famous quote from a horror story teller on B station...

(End of this chapter)