After repelling the sorcerer's attack, it took another two days for Moller to see Iglas again, and after that battle to protect the dragon's lair, the red dragon took a much better attitude towards it, and as a reward, promised to take him to the Dragon Isle in the future.

This reward was also very attractive to Moller, who knew from his memory that Dragon Island was a sacred place for all dragons, and that only pure-blooded dragons could go freely, while wurmmons could only enter unless they were born on Dragon Island themselves.

The reason why staying on Dragon Island is a reward is because there are many magical beasts and magical plants that are very beneficial to the dragon clan growing in Dragon Island, and the wurmmon living on Dragon Island usually live twice as long as the wurmon in the outside world, and they are much more powerful.

If he goes to Dragon Island, he will have a better chance of having the power to cast the curse of becoming a human - although he has been a monster for several years and seems to have adapted to this life, Moller is even more eager to become a human - he is afraid that if he continues like this, he will completely lose his humanity and become a complete monster!

In order to take care of the seriously injured and weakened Sylvia and the newborn dragon cubs, Igras had to spend a lot of time hunting every day, and the wurms that had been summoned earlier had been dismissed, and Igras had no intention of driving them to hunt for himself.

Compared to Igras, Moller's life is very leisurely, and after eating more and more sumptuous leftovers every day, he will try to make zuò magic powder with Sandra's book in his hand, and try to break the fog on the second page.

But the leisurely days soon came to an end, because there was a little dragon named Rex, a shameless little devil who broke into his life very strongly.

After being restricted by the nervous mother dragon for three months, the baby dragon Rex finally gained a certain amount of freedom, and then immediately turned into a wild dragon, ruining Moller's free life.

"Brother Mole, what are you doing?" The little young dragon's curious mental fluctuations came from behind him, and Moeller put down the magic materials in his hand helplessly. Well, a young dragon can't be forced to be polite - given that its parents don't know - to say hello before entering the dragon's cave.

As a little wurm with no dragon power, Moller is really incapable of resisting.

"Rex, don't call me brother, your mother will be upset to hear it. Moeller reminded him that he didn't want to get in the way of the female red dragon's eyes.

"Why is Mom upset?" Rex turned his head in confusion, the three-month-old was already half a meter tall and more than a meter long, with a two-point raised head a bit like a dog, and a body like a fat bat, looking a little ugly, but the big eyes were bright and confused, and there was a stupid and cute feeling.

"Because ......" faced with a simple and ignorant little pot friend, Moller is not willing to tell him about his low status. This kind of shit hierarchy should be taught by labor and management, the young master has no consciousness of being a slave!

Moller, who gave up the explanation, rolled his eyes, remembered something, and said with a smile: "Come, Rex, I'll take you to see something funny." ”

"It's fun!" As soon as the little young dragon with ADHD heard that there was something fun, he immediately gave up on other questions, his eyes lit up, and he followed Moeller away.

Moller took the young dragon to a flat field outside his cave, and after a long and long dragon groan, Rex saw a strange black snake with its long mouth biting at him. Rex screamed in fright, turned his head and ran, but Moeller's shadow was gone, and the frightened little dragon looked at the strange snake that pounced, and suddenly exploded, and a mouthful of incandescent flames erupted, instantly piercing the strange snake, and then disappeared.

The illusion was broken so quickly, and Moller was also taken aback, the pure-blooded dragon was really powerful, and it was only a few months old that it could spew out such a powerful dragon breath. Originally, he thought that the startled Rex would cry, and even went to the dragon's father and mother to complain, but the little young dragon ran over excitedly, not seeing the shadow of the panic just now, but proudly shouting that he had just killed an ugly snake, and pestered Moller to play again. The bear child couldn't be blinded at all, and knew very well that the ugly snake was made by Moeller.

Moeller had no choice but to make an illusion monster to play with the little dragon, but was seen by Igras passing by, and actually commented that this way of exercising the young dragon was good, and directly ordered him to perform illusions every day in the future to train Rex.

Moeller was so upset that he wanted to tease this annoying little thing, but instead he got himself in trouble.

"Hmph, if you want to exercise, the master will give you a good practice!" The depressed Moeller secretly became more energetic, always thinking of all kinds of ugly monsters to scare Rex, and whenever the little young dragon was scared and screamed, he was secretly happy.

But soon he realized that the nerves of this little fart dragon really didn't know what it was made of, it was too tenacious, no matter how scared he was, he would never forget to attack, and after "killing" the big monster, he would immediately become very happy, and he completely forgot about the previous fright, and ran to ask for another time.

What a pervert!!

Looking at the little dragon who is getting closer and closer to him, the other party's watery eyes are full of admiration, and the dragon tail behind him is still shaking around like a puppy, and he really regards him as the most worthy of worship.

Maybe it's both. Moller must admit that this carefree and nervous little dragon often affects his heart for the better, and even the otherwise boring forest life becomes vivid.

In this way, he used illusions every day to train Rex, and finally directly led Moller's illusion level to improve by leaps and bounds, although it did not form a magic string like elemental condensation magic, but ordinary illusions were also at his fingertips, and he could even inject magic into the things he conjured, so that they were no longer illusory lights and shadows, so that he had certain offensive and defensive capabilities.

Compared with the growth of illusion, Moeller's research on the production of magic powder has never made much progress, perhaps due to the innate conditions of the magic beast, he has always been difficult to grasp the subtle control of magic in the process of making magic powder, so that every time the magic powder is made to the end, it will suddenly explode because of the instability of the magic power, and all the materials will turn into a cloud of flying ash at the same time.

Even though Moeller's patience was so good, he got a little bored, and he walked out of the cave, thinking that he should practice flying and distract himself.

Ever since he developed a pair of membranous wings with the help of Iglas, Moller has been trying to fly from time to time, but the newly developed membranous wings have always been a little weak, and although the strong wind can bring him to glide some distance off the ground during the brisk run, he will soon get tired.

At this time, after a few months of nursing, he felt that his wings had become much stronger and stronger, and he also had the confidence to fly into the sky, so he flapped the membrane wings behind him, and felt the strong air flow around his body, and a reaction force lifted his body, and his hind feet kicked violently into the air.

Sure enough, he has accumulated enough power to fly!

Moeller was excited at first, and although he was a little nervous at first, he quickly became familiar with the feeling of controlling the wind, and his powerful wings supported him to circle around the volcano several times before he felt a hint of sleepiness and prepared to start landing.

However, there was a problem when landing, Moeller didn't notice that landing was also a very technical thing, although the nature in the blood made him know what to do, but when it came to the end, he was rusty, which made him fall directly to the ground without getting enough cushion, and as a result, he was pushed out more than ten meters away by the momentum, and when he stopped, his hind legs were put on his back.

It's a big mess!

Just when Moller was embarrassed, an innocent voice appeared behind him and asked, "Brother Moller, why are you putting your face on 6?"

The dead child had come at a bad time, and Moller quickly stood up, pretending to be calm and tidying himself up, as if nothing had just been born

The little young dragon's voice sounded from behind him with perseverance: "Brother Mole, play with me~"

"I don't have time, I'm going to play by myself!" Moeller, who felt that he had lost face, scolded impatiently.

"Brother Moeller - woo~~~" felt that he was murdered, and the little young dragon was very aggrieved, looking like he was about to cry.

"I've lost you!" Moller turned around depressedly and watched Rex, who had become excited for a second, enter the arena and continue to play the game of baby dragons vs. phantom monsters with it.

"How can Nima labor and management have time to play such childish games with you little kid, there is no pressure to survive at all, you hairy child! Your parents just let it go! Can't you finish eating and sleeping, eat after sleeping, and be a worry-free dragon second generation!

If labor and management are chased and killed by two red dragons in the future, it must be because they accidentally didn't hold back and killed their crazy children!"

"No!" Moeller secretly decided in his heart: "The illusion he trained for Rex must be changed, and it will be difficult to solve his resentment if he doesn't abuse this little dragon...... Boom!"

Therefore, it is unacceptable to offend the technocratic otaku with a careful eye, and the young and ignorant Rex made the mistake of being strict, but he did not have the slightest foresight of his tragic fate in the future, at this time he was hugging Moeller's thighs and trying to eat Moeller's private jerky.

"If you don't eat the fresh flesh and blood you caught, why do you want to rob me of my reserve food!

Moeller had no choice but to do it, he just occasionally took out a piece of jerky to eat as a snack, but he was accidentally seen by this little fart dragon, and he has been worried about it ever since.

Moller learned from his inherited memories that the red dragon would sometimes use dragon's breath to roast cooked food for the young dragons, because it was more beneficial to digestion, and this was the reason why Rex preferred to eat his roasted jerky, so he had to make an agreement with the little dragon that every time he won a monster in the illusion, he could eat a piece of jerky, and the little dragon happily agreed, and from then on, the enthusiasm for fighting monsters increased.

This is simply training a puppy!Moeller complained in his heart, what a great dragon, when he was young, he was not like a stupid x~