Rove did feel the sweetness in his blood, not ordinary sweetness, as sweet and clear as the spring water gushing out of the mountains.

He immediately realized that the extraordinaryness of this blood was at least more precious than the dragon's blood, which had twelve uses!

So in line with the principle that waste equals crime, the young man raised his arm again, and with an iron fist, the dagger was inserted deeper.

He flicked his fingers again, and wisps of blood flowed out of Aerys's eye sockets, quickly condensing to form a blood ball the size of a ghost flying ball.

The pain was so sharp that Iris, who woke up from his concussion, raised its wings and threw it at Rove.

The young man flew out upside down with the blood ball, and after spinning in the air for a few times, he fell to the ground, and stepped heavily into the water one after another, and the water surface quickly froze, supporting his body, and then stopped retreating.

Aerys didn't chase after it, feeling the unparalleled pain, it twisted wildly to its body, and a miserable wail echoed through the clouds.

Even the wizards who were far away on the Mayflower were shocked and their ears were ringing!

Everyone thought that the sea beast was going to be killed by Scamander, and everyone tiptoed to their toes in excitement and began to look into the distance.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the behemoth sank towards the water and quickly disappeared into the sea.

Just when everyone thought it was dead and was about to celebrate the aftermath of the catastrophe, a series of muffled thunder sounded beneath the sea.

Ripples rippled in circles, dispersing in all directions at great speed.

The water suddenly became turbid, and the entire surface of the sea shook violently, setting off huge waves.

The Mayflower rose and fell again under the impact of the waves, and many tourists standing on the edge of the deck fell into the water like dumplings.

Rove stood on the ice, a wave as high as a mountain, rushing down, he stood against the wind, raised his wand, and gently forward.

The waves split in two, as if split in the middle of a man, whistling past Rove on either side, and only the slightest drops of water successfully brushed the boy's cheeks.

Rove watched the waves roll in even more turbulently, and he secretly said that he was sorry, gave up his plan to go into the water to pursue the beast, and got up and flew towards the Mayflower.

Halfway through, Rove saw a number of people who had fallen into the water, struggling in the waves, and the silk from the eight-eyed spider popped out of his hand, pestering the wizards, pulling them out of the water and bringing them back to the boat.

The wizards thought they were going to die, and they all thanked Rove excitedly for the rest of their lives.

Captain Carlos was finally led back to the Mayflower by the sailors, and when he saw Rove returning, he shouted, "Set sail." ”

The Mayflower, with only one sailboat left, hoisted its sails and headed off into the distance.

The waves were raging, the wind was howling, and the Mayflower was tossed up and down, and after a long time, it finally broke through the waves and came to a stable sea.

The whole ship was miraculously not destroyed, but the water ingress was severe, it tilted ten degrees to the left, and the cargo hold was filled with seawater.

Although they survived, everyone still did not let down their vigilance, but looked around with palpitations, for fear that another sea monster would emerge.

Captain Carlos came to Rove with a group of sailors and expressed his gratitude.

"You're welcome, Mr. Carlos." Rove said a little tiredly, "I'm also here to save myself." ”

"Mr. Scamander, if you just want to save yourself, you can just fly away after seeing the painting on the ghost ship." Carlos said solemnly: "There is no need to come back at all. ”

"You could have left unharmed, but you risked your life to save me and save the lives of this boatload of wizards...... I am grateful for your noble deeds! ”

"I really don't know how to repay you, but I've been grateful for your kindness all my life." Carlos's voice was a little choked, and he said loudly:

"As Captain of the Mayflower, I swear that if you need help one day, even if I am at the ends of the earth, I will be there for you."

After Captain Carlos finished speaking, he led the sailors to bow to Rove.

When many passengers saw this scene, they also spontaneously bowed, and they bent very low, their faces full of gratitude.

Everyone knew that it was this young man who saved everyone, otherwise they would have been buried at the bottom of the sea when the waves hit thousands of meters, not to mention the attack of the dragon-shaped beast.

Rove also warmed his heart and helped Carlos up.

At this moment, Horace stumbled in, and there was blood on his face, but it was already congealed.

"Rove, you...... See Nelly's Poem? ”

Rove was stunned and said, "She's not on the ship?" ”

"She stayed behind to help Swinton." The old man's voice was hurried, "But I haven't seen either of them until now. ”

Rove's eyes condensed slightly.

"They're not going to have an accident, are they?" Horace worried.

"No, it won't." Rove shook his head, "I would have let Noble ...... long ago Oh, a fiery dragon has gone looking for them, and they won't be in trouble. ”

"However, I haven't been back for so long, I should be in trouble." Rove said, "I'm going to find them now." ”

"Let's go together." Captain Carlos said immediately.

"No, the Mayflower is too slow." Rove shook his head and said, "You stay here, be careful." ”

With that, Rove rose from the ground, and in mid-air, he opened his wallet made of the skin of a shape-shifting lizard and took out his black box from inside.

Rove opened the box and whistled into it.

A moment later, a large giant bird rushed out, and Rove sat on its back and sped farther away.

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In the sky, a fire dragon of a black Norwegian spine dragon was soaring with its wings, and on its black back, sat two young girls.

Nelishi sat behind Shirley, hugging the girl's slender waist tightly, feeling dizzy.

She doesn't have a fear of heights, but the height of these thousands of meters makes her a little hypoxic.

Of course, what made Nellis's breathing even more difficult was the dragon-shaped magical creature chasing not far away.

They looked a lot like fire dragons, but they weren't fire dragons, they were bare, with no tubes or feathers, and their massive wings were tense between their sharp fingers and claws.

Ever since riding the Firebolt and leaving the Mayflower, Nellis and Shirley have been entangled in the magical creatures.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for a Norwegian spinback dragon to fly in and keep them safe.

But these magical creatures still follow them closely, occasionally coming up to harass them, like hyenas in the African savannah, which is annoying.

Nellis, who didn't recognize their species, looked at the ponytailed girl in front of her, and said loudly:

"Shirley, do you know them? Why can't I remember, what kind of magical creature is this? ”

Shirley clenched her wand and stared warily at the birds, replying:

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the Wye Wyvern, a magical creature that resembles a fire dragon."

"Wye Wyvern?" Nelishi was a little puzzled:

"I've flipped through the Twentieth Century Directory of Magical Creatures, but I don't seem to have seen the Wye Wyvern entry."

"In the Twentieth Century Directory of Magical Creatures, you won't see the name Wyvern." Shirley whispered:

"You might have to look through the Tenth Century Directory of Magical Creatures."

"Why?" Nellis wondered.

"I heard Rove." Shirley said calmly, "As early as more than a thousand years ago, the Wyvern was ...... because of the excessive hunting of wizards Extinct. ”

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