Chapter 316 Heading to Dragon Island? Dragon and Dragon Rider

Isidro cried so hard that the whole dragon looked bad.

Regret, very much regret now.

Before I died, when I thought about it, I regretted it to the point of giving myself a hard time.

"Professor, it's not that big of a deal, it's really not that big of a deal." Lu Wenwu smiled and touched Isidro's head, "I'm living a pretty good life now. Habits come naturally."

To put it bluntly, Lu Wenwu really didn't take advantage of Professor Yinlong.

Mainly, right?

There is actually some difference in height and body shape between the two.

Talking about the human form of Silver Dragon Isidro, he is also a tall man of 1.85 meters, with the appearance of a jade tree and a majestic appearance. No matter how you look at it, he is a tall and handsome guy who kills all age groups.

Just compared with Lu Wenwu, who is over two meters tall.

This hug seems to be a little bit like a little bird.

Isidro only reached Lu Wenwu's chest, and the scene looked less like a recognition between a junior and an elder, and more about an inappropriate relationship.

At least that's what Isidro's fellow dragon knights think.

When the legendary knight Goodale Rivera, who was more than 800 years old, rushed in from the door wearing full body armor and holding a sword and shield with a look of death, what he saw was this weird scene.

"The wand of the god of knights! What on earth are you doing!"

Goodell opened his mask, revealing a pair of stunned eyes, and cursed angrily.

"Damn, I rushed here after feeling the emotional fluctuations of the partner contract. I almost thought that this was about to be the last charge in my life, but you just showed me this?

"You revealed your true love for a new student, and they are of the same sex!? Dragon God, I thought only those white elves with pointed ears who can't tell the difference between men and women would do such a thing!"

"Roar! (Get out!)"

Isidro, who immediately let go of his hands, became a little angry and let out a dragon roar in embarrassment.

"You old guy whose mind is full of sentimental waste! It's not what you imagined! This is a descendant of my dragon clan. He has been wandering in the human world before, and now he has just recognized me!"

The old knight looked at Lu Wenwu, who was clearly a human, with a strange expression, and then at his partner who had fought alongside him for many years.

He wants to speak but stops, he stops talking but he desires again.

That expression clearly said: Did you tell me he was a dragon? Are you having fun with me?

"Are you kidding me? Dragons are born as a top race with a magical heart. The obelisk of wisdom will not record an intelligent creature of this strength into the newborn area. How can he be a dragon?" Goodell was confused. He asked, "Besides, a giant dragon can't transform into a human form before it reaches its prime, right?"

"That's for ordinary pure-blood dragons like us."

Isidro waved his wand back and shook his head slightly, with a slightly proud expression on his face.

"The level of blood in the Tyrannosaurus is extremely noble. Even a pure-blooded silver dragon with pure blood like me cannot compare with it."

"If I guess correctly, his bloodline is at least at the level of an ancient dragon, and it may even be the blood of an ancient dragon!"

"Born with ancient dragon blood, you should know what this means."

"That powerful bloodline power is no longer even in my inherent knowledge. I don't know what kind of dragon he is. I can only feel the extremely powerful power of the emperor from it. He will be a natural dragon king!"

When Goodell heard this, his expression instantly became serious.

The Dragon Clan is a race that is extremely based on bloodline, and its strength is extremely dependent on the development of bloodline.

Generally speaking, after pure-blood dragons grow to adulthood, their realm level will reach S+, which is equivalent to the wizards of truth and legendary knights, and their combat power is basically invincible at the same level.

And if you want to jump to the life class again, you must let your blood evolve and transform into a stronger ancient dragon.

This is equivalent to the existence of a pseudo-god, and it is also the real top combat power in this world, at the level of the God of Magic and the Divine Blood Knight.

As for continuing to transform upward and becoming the legendary ancient dragon?

Then it is really a legend. I don’t know whether it is true or not. It is the dragon god level and the domain of gods.

Now Isidro has categorically claimed that Lu Wenwu was born with the blood of ancient dragons. How amazing is this?

This means that as long as the other party reaches the prime of life, he will inevitably reach the top of the world, become an ancient dragon, and have the qualifications to compete for the King of Dragons!

Isidro's eyes suddenly became sad, and his expression became a little depressed:

"As for the magical heart, it's probably because in human society these years, the intake of magical power has been seriously insufficient, resulting in stunted development in childhood, and the innate magical heart has been broken."

"I don't know if he can re-condensate his magical heart if he replenishes his magic power when he reaches a young age a few hundred years later. If not, I'm afraid he will need to follow human methods and try to advance on his own."

"This process will be quite long. I am afraid that our dragon clan's naturally long life and naturally powerful elemental affinity and magic affinity can last until the day of advancement."

"If the baby tyrannosaurus is really a human being, I'm afraid, as the dean said, he will never have the opportunity to advance to the realm of a magician in his life, even if his combat power is comparable to the truth."

"Understood, what do you need me to do? Keep him in the academy?" Goodall said as if facing a formidable enemy, "Still."

A young dragon with extremely noble blood, and a dragon whose magic heart was broken and whose power was lost!

Once the news spread, I don’t know how many people would covet his body and want to get the top materials on the Continent of Gods for alchemy and medicine.

Isidro thought for a while and said, "For the time being, everything will be normal. I will apply to the dean to teach him magic and fighting in person. When the school year ends, I will take him back to Dragon Island. At that time, whether he will continue to come back to school or stay there is up to him."

Lu Wenwu interrupted at the right time: "Professor, what is Dragon Island?"

"Call me Uncle Isidro, or Uncle Yinyue."

He looked at Lu Wenwu, and his eyes softened.

"Dragon Island is the base camp of the dragons. Every young dragon will go there when it grows to adolescence, grow up there, receive education from the elders, and will not return to their respective dragon legions until they grow to youth."

Receive education?

That's really good!

Hearing this, Lu Wenwu's eyes lit up.

Dragon Island is the base camp of the dragon clan. Dragons are an absolutely immortal species. They should have a lot of knowledge and history, right?

I can take this opportunity to investigate the main quest.

If a powerful and ancient race like dragons doesn't know what the past of magic was like, then this quest is really a bit outrageous.

With the library of the Magik Wizard Academy and the historical knowledge of the dragon clan, Lu Wenwu believes that he has a great advantage.

Isidro continued, "It has been rumored on the continent that the dragons split into large and small legions because of internal hatred, but in fact, because of the existence of Dragon Island, these playmates who grew up together at most have some minor conflicts, how can there be real hatred?"

"Every dragon is precious to the dragon clan. For this reason, if anyone dares to hunt dragons or steal eggs because of coveting the corpse of a dragon, he must be prepared to be hunted and attacked by all the dragons in the world."

"Yes, I can prove it."

Goodell laughed at the side, and his smile moved the criss-crossing scars on his face, showing the vicissitudes and grandeur of the years.

"I got a mixed-blood dragon egg by accident that year, and the arrogant guy next to you has been chasing me for half a continent. Later, we had a fight, and finally resolved the misunderstanding and became friends."

Isidro did not comment on this, but just snorted lightly, and then taught Lu Wenwu earnestly:

"If you meet those knights who are courting you in the future, don't believe their lies, and don't think they are good things."

"These humans are very bad, trying to trick us into being their mounts! I was fooled by this old guy back then!"

"You have the most noble blood of the dragon clan, you are a natural emperor, and you are a rising star who may reproduce the former dragon clan style. No human is qualified to ride on your back!"

After saying that, he glared at Goodall fiercely.

"Although your realm has always been higher than mine, when I transform into an ancient dragon, you will never be able to beat me in this life! When the time comes, I will definitely beat you up and let you know how powerful the silver dragon is!"

Goodell was not annoyed, but just laughed.

They have been father and son for hundreds of years, who cares about this.

In the eyes of the world outside the academy, he is a legendary knight who has long been dead.

But in fact, he is a genuine peak blood knight, and he also shares some of the dragon blood talent.

Eight hundred years ago, he was also a top-notch prodigy who was in the limelight and was known as the youngest legendary dragon knight.

If he didn't have some skills, how could he have made friends with the silver dragon Isidro who was about to enter his prime?

There is only one way to get the dragon clan to recognize him.

The talent is outrageous, and he is good enough to fight!

Lu Wenwu laughed: "Uncle, don't worry, if someone really does this, then if you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening."

"What do you mean?"

Isidro and Goodell asked at the same time.

"If we know the way to his house in the morning, he can die before the sun sets." Lu Wenwu laughed even more happily, "What a saint in the human world said makes sense, doesn't it?"

"To be honest, it is true." Isidro nodded in agreement, "But dying before the sun sets is too slow. I think he can die before noon. We can use space magic to teleport there, and it won't take that long."

"No, no." Lu Wenwu waved his hand, "Uncle, we are reasonable. That afternoon is for others to know what this guy did, and then let this person repent."

"Makes sense!"

Isidro's eyes lit up and he praised it highly.

Goodall said quietly, "I am still here as a dragon knight. Don't you consider the feelings of a pure-blooded human like me?"

"Get lost. You are the worst old man." Isidro rolled his eyes. "If you dare to instill any messy ideas into my nephew, I will immediately return to the Silver Dragon Corps to find my father."

Goodall immediately raised his hand to protest, "I haven't said anything yet! You are bullying me, right?"

Isidro's father?

The leader of the Silver Dragon Corps, one of the elders of Dragon Island, he can't afford to offend him.

When the old Silver Dragon heard that he had "sweet words" and "tricked" his son into signing a contract, he almost lost his temper and took the Silver Dragon Corps to destroy the country where he was born.

Goodall is still in shock and thinks that this old silver dragon has none of the gentleness and elegance of the silver dragon family. It is simply a black dragon painted with silver!

The more Lu Wenwu listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and his expression became more and more strange.

What topic are they talking about?

Why does it sound like "If you make me angry again, I will go back to my mother's house to find my father"?

Ahem.

Forget it, it's not good to maliciously speculate on other people's brotherhood.

But this sense of déjà vu is really a bit strong.

So far, the turmoil of combat magic has passed.

Lu Wenwu invited Goodall and Isidro to have a delicious meal of egg-filled pancakes with improved local flavors, which received high praise.

At the same time, he rejected Isidro's proposal to move directly into his faculty dormitory, and still lived in the dormitory, but often went to his office to learn magic.

So far, Lu Wenwu's life at Magic Academy has finally been on the right track.

He lived a life where he occasionally got distracted in class, spent time in the library after class, did odd jobs and learned alchemy at Old Man Wood's on Sundays, went to the restaurant to teach the arcane servants cooking skills in the morning and noon, and went to Isidro's one-on-one tutoring class in the evening.

It can be said that except for the lack of progress in the main quest, the overall life was still very fulfilling.

With the foundation of spiritual cooking, Lu Wenwu's talent in refining potions was simply outrageous, and his grades were far ahead.

When other students were still using a scale to measure slowly according to the textbook, he had already learned to increase or decrease the dosage according to the different medicinal properties contained in the medicinal materials, and to prepare a more perfect potion.

In the auxiliary magic class, Lu Wenwu's skills were so good that he killed everyone in the class. Professor Lynn even thought that he had reached the level of a senior wizard, and an extremely excellent one.

In the flying class, since Old Man Wood specially refined a super giant steel broom for Lu Wenwu, there has never been an embarrassing situation in the first class.

But there are also disadvantages.

Even his classmates didn't dare to join him in some competitive sports activities on flying brooms.

With the power of this super steel broom and its own tonnage, a collision with others in a confrontation is considered a minor friction, but a collision with Lu Wenwu is basically a VIP bed treatment for half a month in the school hospital.

In general, Lu Wenwu has mastered all the dozens of courses.

Except for divination, he was angrily beaten out of the divination classroom with a flying broom after ten minutes of the first class by the divination professor, and said that he would never teach this arrogant person who disrespected this course for even a minute!

Lu Wenwu felt very wronged when he complained to Isidro and Goodall.

He said that he was just answering the professor's question "What do you think of fate":

When the road is smooth, a bottle of magic potion and a cause and effect, my fate is determined by heaven, not by me!

When the luck is bad, the ladder of truth is cast in my heart, my fate is determined by me, not by heaven!

That's all, what's the problem?

Isidro and Goodall looked at each other and laughed awkwardly.

Damn, it's not unfair that the nephew was beaten out by the old lady.

Believe in good things and don't believe in bad things, right?

This is not a matter of not believing in fate among fortune tellers, this is a complete mockery of fate.

The old lady was so angry that her nose was almost crooked.

In desperation, Isidro used some connections to get Lu Wenwu exempted from the divination class.