Chapter 1363: Trapped in the Trick (35)

"Pseudo-dragon?" Segrade wondered even more, he had never heard of such a creature before.

"You don't know them, and rightfully so. The old man reached out and touched the back of the lizard's head. The little pseudo-dragon seemed to be enjoying it, and was humming.

"Pseudo-dragons are distant relatives of dragons. But their strength is so far inferior to that of a real dragon that there is no need to compare them at all. Father Odin explained, "Pseudo-dragons are so weak and so valuable, that they have to rely on the protection of other creatures to survive. Their protectors are generally true dragons. Some veteran adventurers occasionally find pseudo-dragons in the dragon's lair, and these little ones are actually the dragon's subordinates in the lair, responsible for letting out the wind and doing chores. Segrade looked incredulous: "I thought dragons had always lived alone in the dragon's den. I saw meow. "Quack~" The pseudo-dragon yelled at Segrad, with a look of ill will.

"He doesn't like me meowing. Segrade looked at the little creature aggrieved.

"Hot melon is very recognizable, and I will definitely be unhappy to see me bring an outsider like you to the forest of fragrant pine. Daddy Odin reached out again and gently patted the pseudo-dragon's back: "Okay, hot melon, let this kitten see how capable you are." "Quack. The pseudo-dragon let out a small grumble, and then flew to the trunk of the tree.

The bag hanging from the tree was still holding the resin, and the resin, which was as clear and golden as honey, was initially very fluid, but it slowly became viscous after falling into the bag. Despite this, they are still like freezing, and it is estimated that a small twig can stir them to the ground.

And the hot melon also crawled near the bag, as if he was planning to do something. Segrade's eyes narrowed, wondering what the hell the pseudo-dragon was going to do with the resin. Unexpectedly, the little lizard actually lifted one of its hind legs and poured urine on the bag of resin like a puppy peeing.

"Ugh. Segrade barely spat out a mouthful of old blood: "It's playing hooligan meow?" Hot melons are enchanting these pine resins. The old man said seriously.

"You're not lying to me again, are you?" said Segrad gave Odin a blank look.

"Lie to you that you're a puppy. The old man tapped the trunk of the tree with a hammer: "Enough, hot melon." Go back and rest. "Quack~" seemed to be happy to get away from this suspicious guy as soon as possible, the little pseudo-dragon stopped peeing, snorted at the old man, and immediately crawled into the bushes and hidden.

"You see, the resin is starting to change. Daddy Odin transformed the hammer in his hand into a potion-stirring stick, reached into his pocket, and began to mix the mixture of resin and pseudodragon urine. Daddy Odin was right, the pseudo-dragon's originally transparent and colorless urine seemed to have some kind of special magic, which was mixed with the resin of sperm pine, and gradually enchanted pine resin.

The pine resin began to glow with a golden sheen, a magical glow that Segrid had ever seen. That's right, they're the light that characterizes lightning pine resin. I really didn't expect that every time he smeared pine resin on his weapon, what he smeared on the blade was actually a mixture of pseudo-dragon urine and pine resin. Thinking of this, Segrade suddenly felt that his cat's paws were so dirty

"So, the pseudo-dragon is full of treasures. Daddy Odin said as if reading a textbook, "Their saliva carries the magic of fire, and their urine carries thunder and lightning. Their tears induce coldness, and the scales on their bodies—" Daddy Odin paused.

"What can they do with their scales?" Daddy refused to answer Segrade's question. He snorted, "We'll talk about this kind of thing later." That's all I have to say, anyway. Get a pseudo-dragon, and you can make all three kinds of pine resin you want. There are also several color types of pseudorex, although their body fluids can make various colors of pine resin, but the type of pseudosaurus will directly affect the quality of the pine resin produced.

For example, my little pet Hot Melon is a red-fire pseudo-dragon that spews out very small flame dragon breath. Its saliva-made flame pine resin is the most powerful, followed by thunderbolt resin made from urine. And the cold pine resin made by his tears is the smallest of the pine resin he can make. Segrade nodded understandingly. However, he wondered what kind of enchanted pine resin could be made from the scales of the pseudo-dragon.

Father Odin looked into the distance and subconsciously landed his gaze on a large lake at the end of the woods: "And this [sperm pine forest] is the nature reserve established by our dragon hunters. There are about 200 pseudo-dragons living here. There is an enchantment near this forest, which can protect the pseudo-dragons from monsters and poachers, and live in peace. But that's all the old thing. The nature reserve is now unmanaged, and the pseudo-dragons are almost becoming wild animals. The leopard man youth didn't want to listen to the old man's continued introduction to the history of the dragon hunter, so he interrupted sharply: "So my next task is to capture the pseudo-dragon meow?" Daddy Odin nodded, "You have to be careful. Although they are weak and do not have much lethality, these little things are cunning and extremely good at hiding themselves. They are well aware of their weakness, so they have already figured out a way to protect themselves from the mouths of powerful creatures in the thousands of years of forest life. The nests and secret passages they have built in the woods are so extensive that catching pseudosaurs will be more difficult than you think. You can spend days, even weeks, months, and still not being able to touch the little tails of these cunning little ones. "It's not the same as saying yes. Segrade looked at Daddy Odin with disgust and strongly condemned the old man's untrustedness. Since it was Daddy who brought him to this hellish place to catch pseudo-dragons, then the old man should at least teach Segrade a full set of methods to catch pseudo-dragons?

"Hahaha, as I said, I'm only responsible for telling you how to collect materials, and whether you can collect materials or not depends on your own strength. Whether you're catching a pseudo-dragon or a group of pseudo-dragons teasing you, let's wait and see. Daddy Odin smirked: "However, you don't need to rush to catch the pseudo-dragon. Your battles are basically all at once, and you don't consume much pine resin. If you need to resupply enchanted pine resin, just come to me. Anyway, I have hot melons, and wholesale is not a problem. "I'll have to pay for it in the end, won't I?" Segrade shook his head, taking off his shirt and walking over to a pine tree.

"What do you want to do?" "Meow climbs the tree. It's a drill meow. Segrade simply warmed up with a simple stretch of his hands and feet, ready for the climb: "Their nests are built in trees, right? Even though the first attempt was most likely to be a failure, I would like to see what their nest looks like and how the escape routes are laid out. All of this is a reference for future actions. After speaking, the young leopard man hugged the big tree that was thicker than his waist and began to climb up. These sperm pines are more than 100 feet tall, which can be regarded as giant trees, and the body of the tree is straight and difficult to climb, and one will fall from the tree and be seriously injured. People who have no experience in climbing trees really don't dare to challenge this kind of tree. However, Segrade and his brothers and sisters lived in the Turks for seven years, and the Turkic swamp trees were hundreds of times larger than these sperm pines, and the leopard youth climbed quite a few.

"Yes, yes, if you like it. Daddy Odin snorted in a low voice, "If I fall from a tree and break my leg, I'm not responsible." "What do you mean?" asked the leopard-man youth, who had climbed up the tree and was five feet above the ground.

"Nothing. Daddy Odin raised his hammer: "I'll go back first." You work hard here. If you want to go back to Cairo, use your [token] to knock three times on the center disc of Valhalla, understand?" "Segrade is now only thinking about catching the pseudo-dragon, and in order to send away the old man Odin as soon as possible, he casually said perfunctorily.

The old man snorted angrily in reply, turned around and walked a few steps, and then suddenly remembered something, turned around and ordered: "You try to try, pay attention to the scale." If you can't catch anything in the evening, don't continue. Although this forest is a nature reserve, it is not as safe as you think. Especially the lake, don't go near it. "Why?" said the old man, but aroused Segrade's great interest: "Is there still a monster living in that lake?" The bad-hearted Odin father deliberately did not tell Segrade the mystery: "I'm leaving, I'll see you later." His ill-intentioned remarks were not so much like trying to persuade Segrade not to go near the lake, but more like luring the young leopard man to die on his own initiative. The so-called curiosity kills the cat, Segrad knows that Daddy Odin, the old villain, wants to play tricks on him again, how can the leopard man youth be fooled. He pursed his lips angrily, and without even saying a word of goodbye, he silently watched the old dragon hunter leave.

By this time, he had climbed halfway up the tree. The straight trunk gets thinner the higher it goes, but the more branches it can use as a support for grabbing. Segrade climbed up with his hands and feet, shaking the tree from time to time, shaking off a lot of snowflakes on the tree, and startling away some small insects and birds that inhabited the tree. While scaring other small animals, a certain small animal heard the sound.

"Quack~" A small pseudo-dragon poked its head out of the bushes curiously. It was a small silvery-white lizard that looked very dexterous and beautiful.