Out of the urgency of improving his spell-casting ability, the brown dragon did not stop for a moment, and the fragments of the soul binding crystal directly embedded under its skin pointed like a car navigation, guiding the direction of the dragon's movement underground.

"The heart of the beast is close at hand," Soul Binding Crystal's words rang through Kusilian's mind. This sentence is like a shot in the arm that penetrates his already slightly tired body.

"Roar" exhaled a mouthful of acidic gas with grit, and the ancient brown dragon waved its powerful arms, and the sharp claws with skin membranes gently scratched down a large pile of soil particles. By the time its broad dragon's snout peeked out of the desert floor, it was the middle of the moon, and not far away groups of tiny creatures were fighting each other.

"Don't worry, the heart of the beast is like a bag for me, and I am determined to get it," Kusilian is not comparable to Harkonnen after all, not only can he communicate normally with the soulbinding crystal he carries without being commanded unilaterally, but he can even comfort him in his mind after feeling the excitement of the soulbinding crystal.

The claws of the forelimbs stomped the hind limbs of the dune, and the ancient brown dragon dragged its body out of the ground like a carrot, leaving only a huge sand pit that was constantly disappearing. Surprisingly, the behemoth's body was so agile that none of the desert elves in the distance were even aware of the movement.

"Undeclared war" was not an act of disrepute for the insidious and brutal Cusilion, in fact, just like his raids on the dragon's lair, it was his forte to sneak up and strike swiftly.

The scales of the brown dragon are very similar to those of the desert, being a dull brown at birth, and then getting lighter and lighter until they become almost white in old age. Kusilian, who had lived for nearly a thousand years and had reached the age of an ancient dragon, had already shown an albino tendency in the color of his scales.

Walking in the desert at night, he was not as secretive as he had been when he had been. In order to be able to sneak attack, the cunning Ancient Brown Dragon simply used his limited spell-like abilities to summon a storm of sand and dust as a cover for his massive size.

The sudden storm howled like a wolf, but the tribesmen who lived in the desert all year round were accustomed to the common weather, so they didn't think about it. Even because it abruptly arose at night, experienced desert tribesmen thought that the storm would soon come to an abrupt end due to the inability to follow up.

It's just that the wind and sand obscured the body of the brown dragon, but diffused the body odor of its body. And for the blue dragon, this taste is a deep memory imprinted in the brain by the inheritance of the race.

"Sand Tyrant, hmph, an old brown dragon only," Standing beside the old Elven Chief of Sasm, Quest's gaze drifted into the distance of the dust.

Thanks to the power inherited from the primeval power dragon, he sensed the vibration of the force field caused by the behemoth of Kusilian as it dug underground, and the smell that he had never encountered before but was very familiar in the distance made him guess what it was.

Unlike Quest, the self-righteous "Stalker" didn't smell half of the scent that belonged to the Blue Dragon—also thanks to the Strength Dragon Race Talent, the young Blue Dragon in human form would not emit any scent at this time. As a dragon, although Kusilian also has a keen sense of smell, it is not half useful at the moment.

Although he was surprised that he had just learned from Chief Sashem about the events that had occurred in the dragon's lair during the two years of the expedition, and that the initiators of these changes had sent them himself, it was clear that Ques had no intention of missing the opportunity.

"Ask again after being convinced" or "ask again after you die", these two are the issues he should consider at present. Quest prefers the latter, partly because of the hostility towards the brown dragon that has spread in his blood, and secondly, because he seems to have not assigned a job assignment to his employee Sneijder for some time.

Thinking of this, the young blue dragon silently put away the "Wailer" double-barreled shotgun that he had been fiddling with for a long time and had just been holding in his hand. In a flash, Quis disappeared out of thin air, swept over the heads of many desert elves who were still fighting, and paced in the air in the direction of the sandstorm.

In addition to our protagonist, in the midst of this extremely boring tribal war, there is another person who also discovers the creeping brown dragon.

"A prostrate dragon?a spell-like ability to create a sandstorm," the steampunk half-lich who had just been talked about by Quis, naturally clearly felt the spell fluctuations escaping from the sudden rolling up of the dust in the distance, and after he cast a simple probing spell, he said to himself: "It turned out to be Mr. Employer's nemesis, a brown dragon." ”

It turns out that one should never think that spells are omnipotent - the disguise that was originally considered "seamless" by Cusilian is like "the emperor's new clothes" in the eyes of the more savvy spellcasters, but it is also necessary to admit that it is impossible to be a master of spellcasting ability in this world - Queth, who is under the equivalent effect of "high energy invisibility", immediately convinced the ancient brown dragon of the latter.

The whirlwind of sand summoned by Cusilian to blow violently was not just a disguise. All creatures within range of the Sand Whirlwind, if they don't have a sturdy enough body, will be cut by the swirling grit. In addition, in the midst of this whirlwind, the average person will stumble due to the loss of balance of the body after walking a few steps, and even fall into temporary blindness due to the squinting of the wind and sand.

Summoning a sandstorm is one of the few innate spell-casting abilities that the brown dragon can master, and it can be regarded as a spell in the form of "both offensive and defensive", which is also quite advantageous when used in an environment like a desert.

But the problem is that in a world where magical magic powers exist, you can never be complacent because you have mastered a spell casting ability, because there is always a possibility that someone who doesn't know what kind of spell will pop up and use other spells that you don't know to teach you to be a human again. Like what:

"Quest's Super Electromagnetic Cannon!"

Familiar spells, familiar slogans.

The unique spell created by the young blue dragon when he conquered the lower planes and shined brightly is now reappearing in the material plane. Under the dual impetus of the strong electric field and the force field capability, the shells that were more terrifying than the initial velocity in the Acid Mist Canyon plane roared out, easily tearing apart the barrier formed by the wild sand and whirlwind.

Drink it as a stick, plus a shot on the head.

Rao is an old man of Kusilian, who protected his head with his forelimbs in time under the intuitive perception of danger, and he was still taken half of his life by a super electromagnetic cannon from Queth. The right forelimb facing the shell was directly blown into powder, and the left forelimb that was cushioned below was also broken bones, and the huge impact force directly caused the broad dragon head of the ancient brown dragon to sink into the sand and stone beneath him.

However, dragons are dragons after all, and compared to the Tanari demons who had suffered such blows before, Kusilian's situation was much better. He did not lose his life outright, nor did he completely lose the ability to resist.

"Summon the Giant Qi Elemental!"

When the ancient brown dragon was about to shut down in his brain, he used another talent spell at the bottom of the box.

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