Wren stood in front of the golden dragon's head, a red and white ball condensed in his hand.

Soon, the illusory ball became real, and there was a hazy light on the surface, and he threw the ball and sank into the forehead of the golden dragon, and then felt a strong will, but he did not react to the ball in the slightest, like a rock standing still.

Half a second later, the ball suddenly dissipated.

"Huh?" Wren raised an eyebrow, he had tamed thirty fiery dragons in this way, knowing very well that it meant that taming had failed.

It's normal to fail, and it even takes a dozen times to succeed when your face is black.

He has a lot of experience in taming, and he has figured out the law of taming the master, the stronger the target's soul, the lower the success rate, and it is also related to the strength of his soul.

When the fiery dragon was first tamed, it took an average of three or four attempts to succeed.

Now that he has been promoted to a legend, he tamed the seven newly discovered fire dragons two days ago, because his soul is much weaker than his own, so he basically succeeded in one attempt.

The strength of the Golden Three-Headed Dragon is far from being comparable to that of the Fire Dragon, and of course it is impossible to tame it so easily.

Wren had been mentally prepared for a long time.

"Come again. ”

He condensed the red and white ball again, and sank into the golden dragon's forehead, and as expected, it failed. He was not discouraged and was very patient to continue trying.

However, after a few minutes of thirty consecutive failures, Wren's face became a little unsightly.

"Could it be that the golden dragon has a 'divine will', so it is more difficult to tame?" he guessed that this was the reason, so he changed to a red dragon head head, tried more than a dozen times without success, and then changed to a black dragon head head, and failed more than twenty times.

Wren was suddenly helpless.

He scratched his chin, wondering if he didn't have enough European energy today?

"No, my face isn't so dark......" Wren continued to try unwillingly, fail, fail, fail, or fail...... As the balls dissipated, his mood grew worse and worse, and he began to feel numb.

With his strong soul power, even if he had just experienced a fierce battle, the remaining power was enough to condense the red and white balls hundreds of times.

But the constant failures made Wren start to get a little anxious.

The dragon's soul gradually recovered, and with his resistance and will, he would wake up after being unconscious for ten minutes at most, and the cooldown time of his mirror technique had not yet arrived, so it was difficult to control him again.

After repeated attempts, it soon came to a hundred times, and the power had dropped by more than a dozen bars.

Failure, failure, still failure.

Nothing has changed.

Wren had to stop, finding that each taming lasted less than half a second before it ended, which was clearly problematic. When he tamed the Fire Dragon, even if he failed, it would have an effect on the Fire Dragon's soul, and it would take a few seconds to get the result from the entanglement.

It will never be like this, with the ball hitting an iron plate like an egg, and the outcome will be the same every time.

It's like a process gone wrong, and the outcome is doomed from the start.

Wren calmed down, his mind was spinning rapidly, his eyes were carefully observed on the interface of the pet taming master, and he also opened the list of pets that had been tamed, and suddenly slapped his thigh, and finally realized his mistake.

Master tamer, the target can only be creatures without intelligence, such as monsters, monsters, fish, etc.

Dragons have wisdom, can speak, have faith, and have developed their own civilization, once ruled the world, standing on top of the world, absolutely belonging to the intelligent race, and there is an essential difference from beasts and monsters, of course, not in the category of pets.

Just like humans can't be pets, neither can dragons.

Not to mention trying to tame a hundred times a thousand times, even a million times will not succeed!

", stereotypes kill people!"

Wren then realized that he had lived in a world with only humans in his previous life, had limitations in his thinking, had different definitions of "human", and was accustomed to excluding creatures other than humans from the intelligent race, and traveled to Allenus, often not treating aliens as "people".

The dragon is very different from people in terms of appearance and soul, and the stereotype has not been corrected for a while.

"What should this guy do?"

Wren was in trouble in his heart, there was no hope of taming, and it was impossible to sign a soul contract. The contract needs to be voluntary on both sides, and the golden three-headed dragon is estimated to regard himself as a mortal enemy, and with the character of the dragon, it is estimated that it will not be able to be resolved in this life.

Even if the other party wants to, they can't sign it, Wren has already signed a contract with Osiria, and there can only be one soul mate of the same kind, and it can't be repeated.

"Is it just to kill him?"

The whole body of the dragon is very valuable, and the dragon soul is even more expensive, but the value of the living dragon is much higher than that of the dead, Wren is a little reluctant, such a good mount, it is a pity to kill it.

It's best to have a way to control the golden three-headed dragon without fear of him escaping or rebelling.

Wren immediately remembered that he had seen an item called the "Trapped Dragon Chain" in the exchange catalogue of the Titan Elder Solim, which could restrain the dragon and tie it up at the mercy of others.

A trapped dragon chain requires two hundred pounds of source crystals to exchange, and he has enough source crystals now, but it's too late to exchange them.

"It doesn't seem to be useful to only tie up the dragon, you can't ......control it" Wren looked at the golden three-headed dragon, the dragon soul was fluctuating, this was a sign of imminent awakening, and thought: "Control, but also long-distance control, what can be done to do it......?"

Suddenly, Wren's eyes lit up and he shouted, "There you have it!"

He rummaged through the spatial ring, and soon pulled out a ball of cyan metal, only the size of a pigeon's egg, very lightweight, much less dense than steel, but the toughness and hardness far exceeded steel, and it was a very rare magical metal.

This is the Soul Circle!

When Wren was in the death of Lin Hai, he helped the simulated clone of the black-robed duke to lift the soul control circle and fell into his own hands, and returned to Modu to consult the teacher only to know that this naturally formed metal is called "Yin Soul Bronze", which is as light as a feather and can be integrated with the soul, which is very rare in Allenus.

The Soul Ring was made by Zhan Qing, the King of the Green Dragon, who didn't know much about it, but he wrote down the runes engraved on the surface and inside of the collar at the time.

Just because I didn't understand it at the time doesn't mean I don't understand it now.

Wren activated the metal, and the Yin Bronze turned into a liquid state, softening and flowing on his hands, and it only took a few seconds to return to his previous appearance, turning into a thin collar.

Not only was the appearance restored, but the runes and internal lines on the collar were exactly the same, exactly the same as when they were worn on the black-robed duke's simulacrum, exuding a trace of strange magic fluctuations.

These are all Elder Dragon runes, extremely obscure.

Wren studied for a while, there were several classics of dragon runes in the mobile phone library, opened the translation dictionary, and the multi-core chip was also running at full capacity, analyzing the rune principle on the collar, and soon had an eyebrow, which should be cracked within a few hours.

"How many hours?" he shook his head.

It's been fast, even godfast, but it's still too long.

And the multi-core chip is very power-hungry, and Wren's current soul power can't last that long, during which he will definitely have to stop and rest, drink a few bottles of soul rejuvenation potion, I'm afraid it won't be until tomorrow to have results.

At this time, the wings of the golden three-headed dragon moved, and he was about to wake up!

Wren reached out and grabbed Thor's hammer from the void, flashed to the dragon's back and lowered the hammer, and then injected the power of thunder and lightning into the hammer.

The weight of the warhammer immediately skyrocketed, going from ten thousand pounds to one hundred thousand pounds, one hundred and fifty thousand pounds, two hundred thousand pounds in a matter of seconds...... Up to 300,000 pounds!

This is already heavier than the golden three-headed dragon, but it is not the upper limit.

Wren continued to increase the weight, pressing the dragon's back to the ground, and let out a painful moan in the coma, the terrifying pressure finally woke him up, and he noticed the abnormality in his back, and subconsciously wanted to turn over, but found that he couldn't stand up.

Horrified, Borch's three heads rotated one hundred and eighty degrees to see Wren on his back.

"What are you doing?" the dragon cried out in terror.

At this time, the weight of Thor's hammer was close to one million pounds, equivalent to three to four times the weight of the golden three-headed dragon, and the weight was concentrated on the small size of the war hammer, and the pressure formed was unimaginable, and the broad dragon's back was sunken, and it seemed that it would be crushed into two at any time, and the dragon wings could not exert their strength.

Borch felt like he was being held down by a mountain, and it became extremely difficult to breathe.

He brewed for several seconds before he spewed out the tricolored dragon breath with difficulty, but it didn't have much power, and Wren dodged it with a flash.

"I advise you to lie down honestly and stay still, you can't blame me for being crushed to death. ”

Wren appeared dozens of meters away, smiling.

He could control the weight of Thor's hammer from a distance, and as soon as his mind moved, the warhammer thundered, bursting out with lightning bolts, and the dragon who was desperately fighting against the weight couldn't even hold up the holy light barrier, and was suddenly shocked and trembled all over, and was in agony.

The electric current pressed from the scar of the hammer and went straight into the dragon's body, causing a continuous electrocution to paralyze it.

Wren observes the dragon soul and confirms that the dragon cannot cast spells in the electroparalysis.

His only concern was the "Shadow Incarnation", which would allow the dragon to turn into a shadow and escape the heavy crush of Thor's hammer, and now he could rest assured.

The electric shock lasted for a few minutes, and the golden three-headed dragon was already dying, and gradually lost some strength to withstand the weight of Thor's hammer. Once this breath is relieved and the muscles are weak, the warhammer may crush the dragon's spine in the next second, killing him instantly.

Wren stopped the electricity on the hammer.

Borch's three dragons were gasping for air, and he almost thought he was going to be crushed to death.

He looked at the war hammer on his back with palpitations, such a heavy war hammer, he suddenly remembered its history, and couldn't help asking: "Human, is this Thor's hammer?"

Wren didn't answer, concentrating on analyzing the soul control circle.

"It must be!" Borch's eyes lit up, "If you don't say it, I know that this must be Thor's hammer!" In his heart, he couldn't believe that the famous Thor's hammer, the strongest weapon under the artifact, had disappeared for more than a thousand years, and it was actually obtained by a mortal.

"You know too much. Wren said lightly.

The golden three-headed dragon was stunned for a moment, and then realized his dangerous situation, and Wren did not hesitate to reveal the secret of his possession of Thor's hammer, and would not let himself go easily.

"Your Excellency, what do you want from me?gold, power, or do you want to sign a soul contract with me?" Borch unconsciously changed his name to Wren, the dragon's greedy nature made him have a bad idea, and the three heads kept staring at Wren, their eyes rolling around.

He thought he was well disguised, but he didn't escape Wren's eyes.

The Soul Eye saw the "Shadow Incarnation" element in the black dragon's skull flicker, and Wren immediately released the warhammer with lightning, and the strong electricity made the dragon tremble again and let out a roar of pain.

After that, every few minutes, Wren let the Warhammer discharge to paralyze the golden three-headed dragon, keeping his distance from him, and analyzing the runes of the Soul Circle in his mind.

At first, Borch's attempts to escape were discovered by Wren in advance, and he was punished with a longer electric shock, and each time it became longer and longer.

After a few times he was honest.

After a long time, he was restless and wanted to use words to trick useful information out of Wren's mouth, and Wren unceremoniously responded with a few rounds of electric shocks. After a whole day of torture like this, the golden three-headed dragon was exhausted, and his whole body was wounded, and the golden dragon's blood flowed on the ground to form a puddle of blood.

Wren's power went up and down, and after several rests and soul rejuvenation potions, he didn't sleep endlessly, and finally cracked the dragon rune on the soul control circle and mastered how to use it.

It was two hours slower than he expected, but it wasn't too late.

"It's time to go. ”

With a smile on his face, Wren stood in front of the golden three-headed dragon and stared into his eyes: "Borch, tell me your real name. ”

It is not necessary to control the target's real name to use the Soul Circle, but it is better to control it with a real name.

Neither the red dragon nor the black dragon's head skulls moved.

Only the golden dragon glared at Wren fiercely, and refused in a deep voice: "Don't you think about it." ”

The dragon's real name has magical powers, and it is never easily told to others, only the dragon's parents have heard it once when their offspring break out of their shell.

Wren snorted coldly and increased the current of the warhammer.

He had already seen that Borch was by no means the kind of dragon who would rather die than give in, and if he didn't say it now, he just hadn't driven him to the brink of death.

Just take this opportunity to impress Borch, so as not to be disobedient with him in the future.

This is an evil dragon who believes in "Tiasis", and his methods must be ruthless.

"Ah...... Human, I swear to Tiasis that the pain you have given me today will be repaid a hundredfold one day!" the golden three-headed dragon roared in pain, and the four dragon claws cut deep marks in the ground, but to no avail.

Wren only added weight to Mjolnir's hammer again.

The dragon's lair thundered with lightning and thunder, mixed with the dragon's mad curse, and he cursed every vicious word he could think of and used it on Wren.

Wren is breezy and calm, and Borch's ability to scold is far worse than his strength.

In the era of the Internet information explosion, what kind of trolls he has never seen on the Internet? Any Zuan person, the ability to scold people can throw Borch out of eight streets, and in comparison, Borch's foul words are like praise.

The shock lasted longer than any before, and Borch's scolding faded away.

Wren didn't stop there.

Seeing that the war hammer was getting heavier and heavier, and that it could break its back at any time, the dragon's six eyes finally showed fear and remorse while being in pain, and the golden dragon opened its mouth and said breathlessly, "Baragas * Palalandaske * Netsario." ”

"What?" Wren tilted his head, "Be louder, I can't hear you." ”

Borch's psychological defenses had completely collapsed, and he repeated his real name loudly with the last of his strength, and then shouted, "Stop, I really can't take it anymore." ”

"Count you as acquaintances. Wren nodded in satisfaction.

He lightened the weight of Thor's hammer, stopped the electric shock, turned his hand and took out the soul ring, injected soul power to activate the runes on the collar, and said aloud: "Baragas Paralandasque Nesario, you will always submit to me, the order of your master, Wren Augustus, from now on, your soul belongs to me, your body serves me, and your will obeys me......"

As Wren's incantation was chanted, the Soul Ring runes in his hand lit up one by one.

"Where did you get that?"

The golden three-headed dragon recognized what was in Wren's hand, and immediately frightened, desperately struggling and screaming, all three heads were frantically slapping the ground, even the voice was trembling, snot and tears were flying everywhere, in extreme fear and despair.

He spewed dragon breath at Wren, his chest crushed by the hammer, and he had no strength to spew.

Wren ignored the stubborn resistance of the golden three-headed dragon, his soul power continued to output, his power dropped rapidly, and the soul control circle in his hand became brighter and brighter, turning into a cyan light after half a minute.

He let go of his hand, and the collar turned into a green ray and sank into the golden dragon's forehead.

The Soul Eye saw the green light go straight into Borch's soul, forming something like a curse rune, lurking in. All three dragon heads were affected, and in the hysteria, the dragon first calmed down, convulsed for a few minutes, and finally calmed down.

Wren's mind moved, and collars appeared on all three of the dragon's necks.

He could sense that the soul of the golden three-headed dragon was under his control, and at the slightest thought he could torture his soul and completely lose the ability to resist. The Soul Circle will not affect Borch's mind, and he still has his own thinking ability, but life and death are controlled by others.

This thing is similar to the tight hoop on Sun Wukong's head.

"Not bad, not bad!"

Wren sighed in admiration and waved his hand to relieve the weight of Thor's hammer and let it enter the void.

Borch remained motionless, unwilling to open his eyes.

Wren knew he was playing dead, kicked him in the head, and threatened, "If you don't get up again, then taste the torture of the soul." ”

As he spoke, he activated the runes of the Soul Circle.

The golden three-headed dragon's whole body trembled, feeling more painful than being shocked, comparable to a torn soul, he struggled to get up and shouted angrily, "Stop......!

"What do you call me?" Wren asked with a cold face, intensifying the torture of the Soul Circle.

Borch gritted his teeth but only lasted a few seconds before he couldn't stand it, and finally reluctantly lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Master, please stop, I know it's wrong." ”

"Hmph......" Wren stopped controlling, and the soul eye saw that Borch was only soft-mouthed, but the hatred in his heart was even more intense, and the soul color was red and black, so he warned: "If there is a next time, I find that you have the intention of resisting, and I will never spare it." ”

You must not be soft-hearted when dealing with evil dragons, otherwise you will regret it if you are attacked by the backlash.

"Yes, master. Borch lowered his eyebrows, and there was not the slightest hatred on the surface, and the three dragon capitals came together to squeeze out a flattering smile.

Wren was not afraid that he would suddenly bite himself to death, and waved his hand: "Rest for a while, heal your injuries, and leave with me." ”

Borch cast a holy light spell, and golden light flashed, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body shrank sharply into a human form, turning into a strong savage with a strange appearance.

Wren had seen him in his savage form, with an extra metal collar around his neck, which was somewhat eye-catching.

He thought for a moment and said, "Hide the Soul Circle." ”

The soul ring can be hidden, and Borch didn't dare to disobey, so the collar gradually faded and submerged under the skin, and it looked much more normal.

Wren walked around the dragon's lair twice, but found no treasure, and asked, "Where is the gold you took from Baron Buckley's vault?"

"The host ......"

Borch subconsciously looked at his waist pocket, and cried out with a sad face: "This is the treasure I have collected with great difficulty, can you let me keep it?" I heard that the owner is the Earl of Glamorgan, it should not be so much money......

Wren guessed that his treasure should be hidden in some piece of space equipment, and looking at the way he snorted and cried, he thought that he couldn't push it too hard. This dragon has just lost his freedom, and if he takes his treasure again, he may have to fight to the death.

"Alright, I'm just asking, I don't want your treasure. He gave up on his previous idea.

Borch was overjoyed, "Thank you, host." ”

Wren noticed the change in the color of his soul, the red and black became lighter, the hatred subsided a little, and he immediately couldn't cry or laugh, it turned out that in the eyes of the dragon, treasure was more important than freedom.

Well, you can use this to make a fuss and ease tensions later.

One person and one dragon rested in the lair for half a day, Wren's soul power was fully recovered, and Borch's injury was almost better, he was too seriously injured, and it would take ten days and a half months to completely heal, so it would not affect the flight for the time being.

"It's time to go. ”

Wren took out the Arcane Torrent Staff and opened the portal.

He had just asked and found out that Borch's lair did not have the same passage as other dragons, only a hidden gap that could only pass through under the human form.

Coming out of the portal, Borch looked at the nearby mountains, his eyes falling on the clear lake at the foot of the mountain, and there was some nostalgia in his eyes.

Wren didn't rush him.

"The host, made you wait a long time. "This is my first nest, and I've lived there for more than a hundred years, and every time I wake up from sleep, I go to the lake below to bathe, and then have a nice picnic by the lake, and I don't know if I will ever come back." ”

"There will be. Wren said lightly: "I have built a fortress at the edge of the World Mountain Range, there is a teleportation array there, not far from here, you can return with my permission." ”

Borch's face was delighted, "That would be great." ”

"In the future, when there are outsiders, you call me boss, pay attention to keep the secret of Thor's hammer. Wren reminded and glanced towards the sky.

"Yes, boss!" Borch playfully revealed the dragon's true form and bowed down the dragon's head.

Wren jumped up and sat down on the neck of the golden dragon in the middle, his palm patting the scales beneath him.

Three dragon roars shook the four fields.

The sail-shaped triceratops wings vibrated violently, and the magic power spread, driving the huge dragon body to soar into the air, breaking through the clouds, and the clear sky was unobstructed, and the dragon scales reflected a dazzling golden light in the sun, like a golden sun speeding through the sky.

At this moment, a thought flashed through Wren's mind.

In the past, he was just a fake dragon knight, often ridden by dragons, and could not see people, but now he has finally become a real dragon knight, and he can ride a dragon out openly and blind others.

Osilia is the lover, Borch is the mount!