Nerukigat: Level 3 Infant Dragon, Intimate Dependence, Pet]

Tonatiu looked at the little fat dragon that was happily nibbling on its own eggshell, and the retinal system provided him with such information.

Kill the dragon?

Does Azeroth have such dinosaurs? Even if it's not a dinosaur, there's no such dragon or protosaurus, right?

It looks a bit like the fallen black dragon of the Guardian Dragons, but it has two large horns that are very eye-catching, and the proportions are amazing.

Now the big curved horns look tender. But if it grows and the proportions of the horns grow with it, it must be a terrible weapon.

And unlike other dragons, winged dinosaurs, and primordial dragons, which are generally slender, this little guy has his own wings. It looked chubby like a ball, but Tonatiu noticed that it wasn't fat at all.

That's a bunch of muscles......

Such a small black dragon with a muscular body.

I was also born with my own name.

What the hell did I raise?

Could it be that as long as a dragon egg is hatched by the Titan device, it will definitely mutate?

The last pure black dragon egg hatches with Titan energy. As a result, Lasio, who had been thinking of being the captain of Azeroth for a few months and uniting the Confederate tribes, hatched a few months old.

I used two dinosaur eggs to create a strange guy in the Titan energy device, which is completely different from Azeroth's dragon painting style.

Tonatiu, who had never played a game, could only comfort himself: "This TMD is all to blame on the Titans!" ”

Although I was shocked by the peculiar style of the little dragon's painting, I waited until the little muscle dragon ate its eggshell.

It shook its horned head, which was as large as its body, looked at itself with a pair of swarthy eyes, and then showed a look of joy, and fluttered to its shoulders.

There used to be a cat Tonatiu on the earth, but he subconsciously reached out and stroked it, so that it purred comfortably, and was reluctant to come down on his shoulder.

"Tonatiu. What kind of dragon is this? I've never seen a creature like this! It's so cute! Modra moved to Tonatiu's side and looked at the little muscle dragon, and stars were coming out of her pretty eyes.

Cute, isn't it?

Tonatiu doesn't think so.

He only thinks that the little muscle dragon is not cute at all, at most it can only be regarded as ugly and cute.

"I don't know. But it's my pet. Its name is Neruki...... Forget it, let's call it Lulu. Tonatiu glanced at the little muscle dragon and said to Modra.

"Hello! Lulu, do you want to eat this?! I don't know when, Modra held a piece of demonic tyrannosaurus jerky in her hand and shook it in front of the little muscle dragon.

Rululi ignored her, and it lay on Tonatyiu's shoulder, coiling its small, muscular body like a small black ball, revealing only its horned head and swarthy eyes, staring at Modra for a moment, then turning its head away from her.

"Tonatiu, doesn't it like jerky? That's right, it's too small. These jerky are too hard for it to bite into. Tonatiu, do you know what it likes to eat? ”

Modra didn't get angry when she saw that Rulu ignored her, but continued to ask.

Can't bite?

Hehe......

Tonatiu glanced at the yawning little muscle dragon's mouth full of sharp fangs, and he suddenly didn't want to slap Modra's self-righteousness.

"I don't know. Modra, when we get out of here and go back to Zutona. Studying the little one's temperament and hobbies, now let's get down to business. Tonatiu said.

"Okay."

Jaudra retracted her jerky, and she obediently followed behind Tonatyiu. It's just that her gaze has been lingering on Lulu, and she seems to want to touch it.

Tonatiudang didn't see it.

I don't know what cute a little black dragon like a muscle ball is?

Now is not the time to accompany the girl to tease the pet, Lulu's birth is unexpected, but the exploration of the Titan Ruins is not over yet.

There's one last hall to explore. After figuring this out, Tonatiu was in the mood to study Lulu's bizarre little muscular dragon.

Led by Tonatiu.

The team continued on its way.

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Northshire Abbey is located in a valley north of Stormwind, north of Elwyn Forest.

After many years.

Some say it was the beginning of the catastrophe in Azeroth, because it was the same magician who had been sleeping here for more than a decade who opened the dark doors. Thus plunging the continent into a savage and ferocious green storm.

However, there are also those who refute this claim, saying that it is a source of hope.

Ser Anduin Lothar escaped from the Mines of Death and recuperated here before taking up the command of the Union Army.

In any case, it is undeniable that this secluded valley has been home to many heroes, including Alonthos Fao, who founded the "Silver Hand", and the slogan of the paladins "We defend glory with blood" is still recited to this day.

Of course.

This is the history of the past.

The history of the "world" that Tonatiu has experienced, they have not yet happened.

It was noon that day.

As usual, the monastery welcomes a steady stream of pilgrims and worshippers who wish to be blessed by the Light, as well as poor people who have no money for healing and have to come all the way to the monastery priests and monks in the hope that they can help them.

The monasteries did not disappoint these poor people either, and for several days a month the monastery would open its doors to some young priests to help the poor people.

Egwene, who had once appeared on Stormwind Boulevard, was hidden in a cloak and appeared on foot at the door of the Abbey.

Her skinny horse was gone.

Like an ordinary pilgrim, she entered the monastery. Like other ordinary pilgrims, she found a probationary priest or probationary monk.

The excuse, of course, was that she was sick.

Egwen told the probationary pastor that she was not feeling well and often had nightmares at night. Hopefully, the Light can help her.

The probationary pastor was enthusiastic.

He was filled with a glow that made people can't help but feel close, and this light surprised even Egwen.

The purity of the light in the priest.

But some of the bishops in Lordaeron Cathedral and Stormwind Cathedral surprised her.

"Nightmares, huh? Ma'am, I have a monastery amulet here. Take it with you, and the Light will help you ward off your nightmares. ”

"I'll look for it. I remember putting it in my box. Please wait. ”

The apprentice priest, who seemed to glow, turned and looked down, he was enthusiastic, he wanted to help Egwen.

However.

Egwene had sensed the breath she wanted to perceive, the person she had come here to find.

One second she was still in front of the probationary pastor, and the next second, when the pastor found something and turned around, he found that the woman was gone.

"Huh? What about people? The probationary pastor was stunned for a moment.

He searched the room and waited until he really couldn't find anyone, and then saw the crowd standing in line outside. Only then did he reluctantly change his smile and shouted in an enthusiastic voice: "Next!" May the Light bless you! ”

"Hello!"

An ordinary farmer in the western wilderness came in with a frightened boy, who was about 10 years old.

"Dear Pastor. My child is cursed by the devil. He shivered all over every night and sweated all the time. We have no choice but to send him here, hoping that the Light can help him. ”

"The Light will cast out the darkness. Rest assured. The Trainee Pastor said enthusiastically, motioning for the peasant children to put them down, explaining, "Also. Believers in the Light. I'm not a pastor yet. I was just a trainee monk, although that was my dream. You can call me Alonsos. You can also call me by my last name, Fao. Please don't be so restrained, I'll check on the child's condition first. ”

"Thank you! Thank you! Lord Alonsos! The farmer thanked him with trepidation.

"It doesn't have to be like this." The apprentice smiled warmly, motioned for the peasant to find a place to sit down, and examined the little boy.

After a while.

The Probationary Pastor spoke softly:

"Sir, your child is not cursed by the devil. He's just sick, and he's weaker. He needs exercise, and he needs nutrition. ”

"Huh? So what to do? Pastor, please help me save my children. ”

"Don't worry. Sir, the merciful Light will not give up on every one of His people. You can leave the child here first, and I will take care of him for a while. When he gets better, I'll let him go back. ”

Hear the Pastor Trainee say this. The old peasant was very excited, and he ordered his little sick child a little out of control:

"Benedictas! What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get down on your knees and thank the gracious pastor! ”

His child was so sick that he wanted to kneel.

But he was held back by the priest.

The priest looked at the child, and he said softly, "Benedictas, that's a good name. Good boy, you can stay. Not...... This one is for you. ”

The priest took out the amulet that was supposed to be given to the "sick" Egwene and stuffed it into the child's hand.

Young Benedictas looked at the priest who seemed to glow, holding a warm amulet in his hand, and although he could not speak, his heart was bright.

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