A dragon's name is often inextricably linked to his personality, experience, and philosophy, and there are some mysterious connections between the two.

Just like Asadron, the dragon's name means destruction, and what it does is closely related to it.

Ipgir means flower in stone in dragon language, which means hard appearance and gentle heart.

"You can play again if you want, Charan Vilos." Ipugil said expectantly.

Since obtaining all of Asadron's dragon power that day, Sherlock's attribute list has an extra name in the ID column - Charan Vilos.

It means morning light, representing life and hope.

Both of them used dragon language in their conversations, and the shouts were naturally the other party's dragon names.

"There's no rush here, it's not too late to go when I leave, now I have more important things." If Sherlock went in again, the bronze dragon would definitely not let him out easily.

"Is there anything more interesting than my labyrinth?" Naturally, Ipgiel knew what Sherlock was coming from, and asked knowingly.

"Of course!" As soon as Sherlock flipped his hand, he threw the corpses of seven or eight white-footed centipedes out of his backpack "After a day's journey, we haven't eaten yet"

A gleam flashed in Ipgil's eyes, and his tongue subconsciously licked his teeth, "Yes, speaking of which, I haven't eaten in a year." ”

"That's just the right thing to eat together, but I have a friend in the maze ......"

"Easy!" Ipugil snapped his fingers, and the whole cavern shook slightly.

Moments later, Cindy was sent out standing on a rocky path like an escalator.

"You can eat it now." Ipugil couldn't wait to say, completely devoid of his previous calmness.

"I'll work on it again." Sherlock lowered his head, a smile on his lips, and began to process the ingredients in his hand.

Asking people to do things, whether in the virtual or in the real world, whether it is for people or dragons, he insists on pursuing the principle of equivalent exchange.

For no reason, no benefit, why should you ask someone to help you.

So before coming, he made a series of preparations.

The three major hobbies of the copper dragon, jokes, puzzles, and pranks.

With Sherlock's sense of humor, no matter how funny a joke is, it will be a cold mess in his mouth, and this item is the first thing he asses.

The puzzle is a good idea, but it is a bit embarrassing and deliberate to say that there is a puzzle to test you.

As for the final prank, this degree is too difficult to grasp, and it would be self-defeating if the joke was over.

If you're not good at playing, Sherlock can only start with food.

The Bronze Dragon is very fond of eating mutant scorpions, as well as all the other large venomous creatures.

They often say that Venom can add to their wit and fun.

There is no one in the Mutant Scorpion Dragon's Jaws Mountains, and Sherlock can only retreat to collect some white-footed centipedes.

Now it seems that it worked well.

The red copper dragon eats poisonous insects with shells, and the white-footed centipede is more than one meter long, the shell is thick and hard, and it is a magic resistance.

Sherlock has the flame of the Holy Dragon, and it is naturally a breeze to grill meat.

After using the dragon slayer to cut a fine hole in the carapace of the centipede, and pouring all the cooking wine he had prepared long ago, he controlled the flames and continued to roast.

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Soon, a burst of meat aroma spread along with the unique mellow aroma of cooking wine.

"I'm almost done, so let's eat it." Ipujir's eyes stared straight at the roasted red centipede, and his saliva was about to stay.

"Wait!" Sherlock only smelled the aroma and knew that the meat was not fully cooked.

As the aroma of the meat became more and more intense, everyone's attention was focused on the barbecue in front of Sherlock, and even Cindy, who had been pit by Sherlock once, couldn't help but look forward to it.

At this moment, a childish voice suddenly came from the entrance of the cave.

"What does it smell like, so fragrant?

Master Ipujil, when did you learn to barbecue? ”

A short figure followed the voice and slowly stepped out of the shadows.

"Did you miss me...... the figure shouted halfway through before he realized that there was still a group of people in the cave.

"Karami?" Sherlock looked back in astonishment.

"Lord Sherlock!" The man ran over and said happily.

"How did you come here?" Sherlock immediately thought of a possibility: "You're here for a joke contest?" ”

"Well, grandpa was really not in the mood to come, so he let me come alone."

The person who came was Karami, the granddaughter of the dwarf patriarch who had worked together when he had stopped the Worship of the Dragons, and Sherlock had saved the other party's life at that time.

I'd always heard Barak say that his teacher held a joke contest every year, but he didn't expect the other contestant to be their dwarf clan.

The dragon and the dwarf, what a strange combination, and it can only happen to the bronze dragon who is a joke.

"What's the matter, is that old man Langda sick?" Ipujir was disappointed and a little worried.

In his long life, there were many passers-by, and Langda was undoubtedly the more important one among them.

Since 68 years ago, when they rescued each other on the edge of a cliff, the annual joke contest has become an unchanging agreement between the two.

"Grandpa is in good health, but the Bailong Sect has killed many of our clansmen, and he is really not in the mood to come, so I asked him to go to the appointment for him, and he also asked me to say sorry to you." When Karami talked about this, she was also a little lost.

"What did those lunatics do? Need my help? "Ipujir is no stranger to the Dragon Cult, they came to trick him into transforming into a dragon lich before, and he taught him a lesson.

"They want to resurrect Asadron...... Karami said.

"Asadron!" Ipujir exclaimed.

The Red Bronze Dragon and the Silver Dragon, because of the problem of the lair, are natural mortal enemies with the Red Dragon.

As the most famous existence among the Red Dragons, Asadron is also active in the Desperate Eastern Regions, and Ipujir naturally knows it.

It was because he knew that he was so surprised.

In the entire Desperate Eastern Regions, no one has been able to subdue that mad dragon except for the Storm Queen of Agolaron, the Supreme Witch of Lesserman, and the Scarlet Lich of Serre.

"He's resurrected?" He asked worriedly, if that was the case, he would have to consider moving.

"Almost, thanks to Lord Sherlock devouring his soul at the last moment?"

"Lord Sherlock?" Ipjir looked at the figure on the ground and said in surprise, "Is that you?" ”

Sherlock nodded, and said modestly, "I wouldn't have succeeded without everyone helping me hold back the followers of the Dragon Cult." ”

"It turns out that the dragon power and dragon soul on your body come from like this, I said how can I not see your race clearly." It dawned on Ipgil.

He saw Sherlock have a dragon name before, and subconsciously thought that the other party was a giant dragon, but the power on the other party was too strange, and he was a little confused for a while.

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Druids of the Forgotten Realms

Druids of the Forgotten Realms