Once ready, Moller appeared in the dragon's lair of Iglas for the second time, levitating the magic crystal in front of him under the gaze of the two red dragons.

He took a deep breath and slowly calmed down, clearing out all kinds of distractions. The two red dragons also knew that this was a critical moment, so they stayed motionless and did not make a sound.

After a few moments, a deep moan began to sound in Moller's throat, and strange waves of magic spread around him.

Before, without using magic and mental power, Moller had practiced the spell countless times, and he had long been familiar with it, but when he really used his mental power to recite it, the feeling was completely different. Each long groan, high and low, would quickly draw a spiritual force from his mind, which was more uncomfortable than the feeling of a large amount of blood flowing through his body.

In order to successfully lay out the Guardian Enchantment, Moller could only grit his teeth and endure it, and only when he felt that he could not hold on anymore did he swallow a beeswax pill hidden at the bottom of his tongue earlier.

The effect of cicada wing royal jelly is extremely fast, and as soon as it slides into his stomach, it immediately turns into a cool breeze that blows all over his body, and the pain of the passage of spiritual power instantly dissipates.

The incantation was not too long, but each chant was very difficult, and Moller swallowed three beeswax pills in a short period of time, relying on the magic effect of the cicada wing royal jelly, and it was completed without danger.

"Boom!"

The sound of rolling thunder echoed in the dragon's lair, and the strong fluctuations of power made Moller, who was out of his preoccupation, tremble involuntarily, and he couldn't believe that this overwhelming effect was caused by himself.

All the fluctuations eventually converged on the magic core in front of Moller, but after absorbing these fluctuations, the magic core fell silent, and as time passed, Moller's heart gradually fell to the bottom: "Did you fail? Don't destroy this magic crystal, or Iglas will kill me!"

"Boom!"

The magic crystal suddenly exploded, and Moller hugged his head with his claws, letting out a scream that he thought he was dead, and then saw a powerful magic force push away in all directions, like a huge yellow wave, causing Moller to roll on the ground several times.

The expected pain and the dragon's fury did not appear, and Moller opened his eyes apprehensively and peeked at it, and now the magic crystal was emitting a circle of steady light, floating quietly in the air, a spherical bright yellow barrier, protecting the entire dragon's lair.

"It worked!" he said, overwhelmed with great joy, and turned to look at the two dragons, who now seemed to be happy too, rubbing their necks against each other.

Perhaps sensing Moller's gaze, the two red dragons stopped and looked at him. Being stared at by four golden dragon's eyes like a bright moon made Moller nervous. He knew that what he was doing was beyond common sense, and it was absolutely unusual for a six-year-old wurm to be able to perform such advanced magic.

However, he also believed that the dragon in front of him would not have any ill intentions towards him because of the abnormality of his appearance.

Because this is a magical world, a magical world where countless magical things happen every day, intelligent beings here can more easily accept unknown magical things, unlike humans on Earth, who are always wary and afraid of unexplained things.

In addition, for dragons, the wurm in their territory is equivalent to their private property, and due to the advantage of bloodline, they have absolute control over the wurm by nature. Moeller, though he was outstanding, seemed to Iglas to be a proof that his private property was of greater value, and he could only rejoice in it, and not feel that it was a threat to him.

Sure enough, after the silence, Iglas praised him in a rare way, saying that his talent in magic was enough to be a servant of the great dragon (if that could be considered praise).

Moeller secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although he was sure that there would be such a result, but when he really faced it, he was still a little nervous, in case this giant dragon's nerves were out of tune and didn't like his protrusion, it would be fate......

I'm fed up with this feeling of fate in someone else's hands!

When Iglas had praised Moller, he did something he had not expected, and when it came to the top of Moller's head, he opened his mouth and spit out a torrent of gold.

A huge amount of magical energy poured into Moller's back, making him feel as if his back had been cut by a knife, and two masses of something were rapidly expanding, pushing his flesh apart, as if there were an extra pair of arms, they gained strength, and struggled to stretch out in the pain.

"Ahh

Moller screamed in pain, and when he came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that he had a pair of flesh and blood membranous wings behind his back, like a dragon's membranous wings, and dagger-like claws on the tips of his wings.

The circulation of magic in the body has also increased significantly, the total amount of magic has increased significantly, feeling the surge of power, Moller tried to pat the membrane wings, feeling the strong wind stirring on both sides of his body, and there was a force to hold up his body, which made him very novel.

Iglas nodded slightly in satisfaction and said, "The noble dragon will not be stingy in rewarding his servants, since you have done a good job, I will give you the power to fly in the sky!"

Moller hurriedly thanked Iglas, and kept saying the beautiful words that the dragon loved to hear—nothing more than words like "powerful" and "noble", and there was no need to reinvent them.

But at the same time, he also remembered his abnormal situation in the past few months, in recent months, he has always felt that the two places on his back are itchy, and some of his magic will also condense there, and now it seems that it is probably a sign that he is about to evolve the membranous wing, which means that Iglas has just advanced this evolution!

Unable to complain about the red dragon's reward for cutting corners, Moller hurried back to his cave and began to sleep while the dragon no longer made any other demands.

In the days that followed, there were more and more powerful fluctuations of magic in the dragon's lair, which were produced by the two red dragons taking turns to scorch the dragon's lair with their breath, and Moller guessed that the day of hatching was not far off.

Then another half a month passed, and on this day, Iglas suddenly flew out of the dragon's lair, circling and flying near the volcano, and the loud dragon chant was heard far above the forest, and Moller felt that there was a sense of summoning in the dragon's groan, and this summoning was aimed at the wurmmon, and there was a force in his blood that made him unable to resist this call.

Fortunately, Moller himself is on top of the volcano and does not have to respond to the call. And when Igras's dragon chant was over, he heard one roar after another from the forest dozens of miles away, all kinds of sounds with the meaning of surrender and awe. It was the wurmmons responding to the lord's call, and the wurmmon's cry was not as high-pitched and loud as the dragon's dragon chant, but rather a shrill broken gong voice, which was easy to tell - so Moller never spoke except by magic.

After more than ten minutes, more than a dozen black dots flew in the air in the distance, and when he got closer, Moeller saw that it was a group of wyverns of different shapes.

Among the wurmists, those who can fly are called flying dragons, and those who can't fly are earth-walking dragons, and in terms of strength, it is obvious that the power of the flying dragons is stronger.

The wyverns prostrate at the foot of the volcano, scrutinized by Igras, they were all five or six meters tall behemoths, but in front of the pure-blooded dragons, they looked very small, trembling like cubs without the ability to protect themselves.

Iglas haughtily commanded the wyverns to pay tribute to it that could restore its magical powers, and only gave it three days, and if anyone dared to be lazy, or if they didn't find enough to see, they would eat it!

The dragons didn't dare to say more, and they scattered and flew away, and Moller watched from the sidelines, saying that the dragon was really brutal, and he had not been threatened to eat it for so long, and he didn't know if it was luck, or because he didn't grow up, and he didn't have enough meat on his body!

Moller was well aware of Igras's search for something to restore his magic, and Legacy Memory told him that dragons consume a lot of mana during the process of hatching young dragons, and that the time when young dragons break out of their shells is when they are at their weakest, and during this time there are often some dangerous enemies coming to attack. Thinking that once such a thing happened, it would be the most likely character to become cannon fodder if it had become the personal servant of the two-headed red dragon, and Moller couldn't help but get nervous.

In order to avoid becoming cannon fodder, Moller felt that he couldn't be lazy, and given the recent rebirth of his mental power and the enhancement of his magical abilities, the magic traps in the dragon's lair should also be updated.

Iglas was very pleased with Moller's offer to improve the magic trap, praised him for being a good and faithful servant, and then readily agreed to Moller's request without much thought - let the wurmons help him find the materials to set the magic trap after finding something to restore his magic power.

After another hour or so, a dozen earthwalkers arrived at the foot of the volcano with a rumbling pace, and Iglas treated them even more coldly, as long as they guarded the volcano and did not allow any enemies to invade. The command of the dragons was given to Moller, who returned to the dragon's lair.

Most of these wyverns and earthwalkers are descendants of Iglas over the past few hundred years, some are descendants of descendants, and some are unrelated and are the bloodlines of other dragons. However, as long as you live in this forest, you are all a subordinate of Igras, and you must obey its orders.

Moller was among the dragons in the middle of the earth, so he walked over to say hello.

When the dragons saw Moller coming, they all took a few steps back, and although their attitudes were not as respectful as when they faced the dragon, they all took the initiative to show a gesture of retreat. Because he was a servant of Igras, even if he was just a minor wurm, his status was much higher than them.

"Kuby, you're here too, are Simon and Rena okay, are they safe in your absence?"

"Moller?"

Kubi was obviously taken aback, he hadn't seen him for a few months, but Moller had changed too much, not only did he grow two pairs of membranous wings, he evolved from an earth-walking dragon to a flying dragon, and his mental power was several times stronger, so Kubi didn't recognize him in the first place.

"When I went to your territory, you were gone, and I thought something had happened, but it turned out that you had become a servant of Igras, how good!"

Kubi admired enviously, and said, "Simon is old enough, I don't need to protect it anymore, he and Rena should still be safe to live in the clan." ”

After greeting Kuby, an old neighbor, Moller began assigning tasks to the Dragons. More than a dozen earthly dragons were divided into three shifts by Moller, one group guarded on the volcano and could rest properly, the other group guarded on the periphery of the volcano and must be vigilant, the last group went out to hunt and eat, and the three shifts rotated in turn.

Because Kubi was a relational household, he received extra care from Moeller, arranged for him to be stationed in a safer and more comfortable place, and was able to go out to find food first, for which the other dragons were envious and jealous, but they did not dare to resist Moeller's orders.

Sensing the crisis, Moller put more thought into setting up magic traps, not only practicing the "Dragon Labyrinth" magic in the inheritance memory, but also applying some chemical knowledge in combination with his own advantages of having memories of his past life.

In order to extract the material, Moller went to the heart of the volcano and carefully stood by the bubbling magma pool - the wurmmon's dragon skin was not as good as that of a pure-blooded dragon, and he could not do such a perverted thing as bathing in the lava, and if he fell, he would also be burned to death.

The lava is rich in many precious minerals, and the magically advanced old dragons are even able to extract their favorite gold and gemstones, forming a coveted dragon treasure. However, Moeller did not come for the treasure this time, he was trying to get sulfur from the lava.

There is no shortage of sulfur near the volcano, with sulfur, if you mix a certain proportion of charcoal powder, although it is not an explosive, but it is also a flammable and explosive thing, and then use some magic materials to assist in combustion, once it is urged, it will not only produce a violent explosion, but also form a toxic gas, even if this flame is not comparable to the breath of a dragon, but once it turns into a sea of fire, the consequences of being trapped in it are absolutely very miserable.