"Red cinnamon powder. ”

Hodge held a handful of crimson powder in his hand, and the tiny particles flowed down the gaps between his fingers onto the table, gradually accumulating into a hill-like shape, like dust in an hourglass.

"Thyme ......"

Several materials were either milled or cut off, placed in the center of the table, and finally swept into a large wooden basin by Hodge, which was neither heated nor boiled, but only stirred to an even degree.

They eventually became a lump of flour or mud in a tub, about the size of an adult's three fists.

Looking at the results of his production, Hodge turned his head and asked, "That's it? I remember that you used almost all of this last year, how can it still be the same dose after a year? According to the proportional relationship you said, your own strength and pressure should grow together, hasn't you grown at all for a whole year?"

"My God, you're so embarrassed to say this to me, in order to study the bronze dragon crossbow arrow for you, I haven't closed my eyes for two whole months, and most of the time every day is devoted to the stage plan, can you build me a clone to improve my strength?"

Borch stood on the wooden frame where the hat was hung, and his tone was disdainful: "What's more, there are reasons why I deliberately suppressed it, and maintaining the current pressure to accumulate strength and not advance is the most reasonable way in my opinion." ”

"Okay. Hodge pulled out a complete set of dissecting tools, including several common cutters, planks for fixing, buckles and belts for fixing, and stout chains that would have taken a lot of effort for even a knight to cut them.

"Are you ready?"

"You told me to think about it a little longer, and every time I think back to that experience, I have to shudder for a long time. Borch shuddered.

"Then you think about it slowly, and tell me when you're ready. Hodge yawned and leaned back in the recliner for a nap, he had so many things to worry about these days that he was tired of.

"Whew. ”

Borch's pupils became like molten gold nuggets, flowing in a magma-like form, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "I'm ready!"

Hodge: "You're so scared that your voice is trembling, and you're stammering, are you sure you want to continue?"

"Ridiculous! noble dragons never stammer!"

The little golden dragon took another breath, and his face was full of death: "Let's start quickly, otherwise all the courage I have accumulated will be exhausted!"

"Since you've said so......"

Hodge nodded, and began the work at hand, first throwing away the fixed plank, with the muscle strength of dragons, even this solid wood hardboard was not much different from paper.

He took Borch in his hand, made it lie belly down on the iron plate, tightened its claws and waist tightly in the clasp of the iron plate with a thick chain, and then pinched one of its wings together and pulled it upward, revealing the tender flesh of its unscaled roots.

He took out a sharp knife and bleached the blade on the fiery red flames, and as Hodge's expression became more serious, his hand movements became sharp and precise.

Hand up!

Knife falls!

A pair of golden wings completely separated from Borch's body from their roots.

"Ahhh

The chains clanged, and the little golden dragon was frantically moving in pain, its eyes bloodshot, saliva flowing from the cracks of its fangs, and the glow of fire in the depths of its mouth, which was quickly doused by its own saliva.

Hodge stood aside and calmly watched its every move, under the golden dragon's breakfree, the iron plate with a thickness of three fingers directly became distorted, if it was replaced with a wooden plank, I don't know how many times it would have been broken, even if it was only a young golden dragon, its physical strength was far beyond that of any creature in the existing world, including the high-level knights who had forged their bodies, it could not be compared at all.

In his hands, Borch's wings were also moving instinctively, there were too many residual nerves on the wings, and even if they were separated from the body, they would still continue to be low-level reflexes for a period of time, and it was quite difficult to suppress the movement of the wings, so he had to take the pincers and fix the wings completely.

Until the wings did not move, the golden scales quickly faded and turned into a dark gray color, and then the surface of the wings, that is, the gaps in the scales, were quickly covered with cracks, and with a click, Borch's wings shattered into countless small pieces, and fell to the ground like coal.

"It's time. ”

As Hodge approached, he ignored Borch's frantic roar, took out the clay-like thing he had made at the beginning, cut it neatly into two pieces with a long knife, kneaded it into thick pieces, took a deep breath, picked them up and pressed them directly against the wound on Borch's body.

Multiply!

The foul smell was like burnt rat carcasses, and a pungent mist rose from the room, forcing Hodge to step back and close his eyes.

When he opened it, there was a balloon on the table with Borch, whose wings reappeared, clasped around his head, and looked so tired that he could not even make the small gesture of spreading his wings.

Moreover, its body has become larger, and if it was equivalent to a newborn baby before, it is now at least the size of a two-year-old child.

"Are you alright?" Hodge asked with concern.

Borch kept his head down, so his voice became muffled, and he couldn't tell what was going on without listening carefully.

"It's okay...... After all...... That's the price...... Let me rest for a while...... Only...... Whew~"

Before he could finish speaking, the golden dragon fell into a deep sleep.

Hodge couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at it.

The world is still the same world, but the world at every point in time may not have the same rules, and as the times change, the old laws are abandoned by the will of the world and replaced by something new.

The appearance of the golden dragon is undoubtedly a provocation for the existing world rules, this kind of creature from 10,000 years ago should not appear in today's era, and what could not have happened in the rules has become real, then this impossibility will inevitably be countered by the world rules.

This is the case with Borch, its existence itself is unreasonable, and coupled with the ability brought by the bloodline memory, even if it is carefully hidden, it cannot escape the collision of rules.

With its current strength, even a small corner of the original rules will cause the body to collapse and die, so every other year, it will sacrifice its wings by special means, and the wings that disintegrate in the world will become a false target, buying it time to escape the pursuit of the rules.

Until it is completely strong and no longer afraid of the rules.

"Don't worry......"

In the midst of the snoring, the golden dragon opened his mouth as if in a dream.

"I can't die yet. ”