Hiss~

The black pit viper writhed flexibly in the dark night, like a kelp that followed the waves, moving quickly and inconspicuously.

When it reached the castle's towering, thick walls, it didn't stop, and the dozens of tiny suckers on its belly made it feel like it was on the ground, even on top of the high walls.

Almost all of the rooms on this high wall have closed windows, with one exception.

Call... Call......

The cold evening breeze blew, the curtain by the window swayed uneasily, and the coolness from the neck and limbs made the sleeping girl subconsciously hold the pillow in her arms tighter.

At this time, the black snake spitting snake letters and sniffing the smell of prey all the way was poking its head out of the window.

After determining the location of its prey, the snake body of the black snake slowly climbed up the window edge, and instead of making a wake-up hiss, it opened its mouth very quietly, and the pair of sharp fangs provoked in its mouth looked even whiter in the moonlight.

The white moonlight passed through the gaps in the fangs, illuminating the girl's fair and slender neck, and under the white jade skin was the blood pulsating in the pale veins.

"Hmm... Huh......?"

The sleeping girl snorted uneasily, and her brow furrowed, as if she felt something unusual.

Without further ado.

The long tail of the black snake coiled on the window edge like a long bow, and its triangular snake head was like an arrow on the bowstring, and when it shook the snake's head slightly, and used the snake letter to determine the location of the target again, this poisonous "sharp arrow" rushed towards the girl's neck, like a black lightning.

On the first floor of the castle, in the "animal cage" room.

Mutter~

Where's my dinner?

The white dragon, who had just woken up, poked his flat belly with his knuckles, and the stomach acid general in his stomach was lying on the belly island yawning and began to blow the horn in boredom.

The two meals of food given by Chrissy were actually not enough for the white dragon to eat completely, and the lack of one meal naturally made the white dragon hungry to the point that his eyes were glazed.

It's supposed to be dinner now......

The white dragon turned his head to look out of the iron window.

Well, it's getting dark.

No wonder I'm so hungry.

The white dragon could now see in the dark, and the two empty plates in front of him were so dazzling.

What about the girl? Is it because I scared her last time, so she didn't dare to continue feeding?

Ahh

Am I going to be hungry in the future?

Thinking of this, Bai Long suddenly burst into tears.

Hmm! We shouldn't!

The white dragon suddenly understood why the lions in the zoo were so docile, and when he saw that he was twice as small as himself, the keeper would even take the initiative to show his belly, so that people could touch it whenever they wanted.

Because......

A saturated meal must be distinguished!

What should I do? Do I have to stay in the cage hungry?

The white dragon looked up at the iron lock on the cage, this iron lock looked black, the surface was unremarkable, it should not be difficult to break, but there were compact iron rods and iron plates in the middle, and the white dragon could not touch it.

However, the white dragon tried to use the dragon claw to swing all his strength at the obstacle, but it could only leave a shallow scratch on it, and the claw also hurt painfully.

If the performance of the dragon's claw before cutting gold and broken stones is not an illusion, then I am afraid that these railings just look like they are made of "iron", but they are actually made of other materials.

And it's not just these two railings, the entire cage, the white dragon can't break.

After all, the whole cage is one material.

So what should I do?

Bailong originally wanted to stay in the cage obediently in the next few days and wait for the changes, but now it seems that the opportunity will not work.

If God doesn't take care of it, then you have to fight for the opportunity yourself.

Well......

The white dragon groaned for a moment, then got up and walked back and forth in the cage.

Finally, his gaze rested on the iron lock outside the cage.

Compared to the stout irons, this iron lock is obviously much more fragile, if you have something to bypass the iron rod's attack to break the iron lock, you don't have to break the cage to get out of this iron cage.

But do I have this type of attack?

The white dragon's gaze turned to the charred iron basin in the cage, and he couldn't help but grin.

The answer is obvious, isn't it?

"Ahh

The white dragon tried to spit out the previous flames in the direction of the iron lock, although his action looked like he was spitting, and of course, the sound was also, but he was really groping for the way to spit out the fire before.

However, after repeated attempts, the white dragon was only spitting, making the iron lock and the surrounding iron rods wet.

What about fire?

The white dragon did not believe in evil and repeatedly inhaled and then spit out, but what he spit out was either gas or water, which had nothing to do with the flames at all.

What about my fire?

What's going on?

The white dragon spit until his mouth was dry, and he felt that he should have done all the exercises he had done in his previous life to spit out liquid from his mouth.

Obviously it was successful before.

Something must have gone wrong.

The white dragon, who did not intend to continue in vain, lowered his head and licked the remaining milk in the iron basin while recalling the scene when he spewed flames.

Not a move, because he'd done all sorts of spitting poses.

Nor is it a state, because whether it is inhaling and spitting in a dry mouth, or pretending to sneeze, he has failed.

Although he failed again and again, he also ruled out one possibility after another, and the closer he got to the correct answer.

Could it be...... Language?

To be precise, it should be the password to activate the [Spitfire] skill.

Warcraft can keep racial talents and memories in their bloodline, and dragons are certainly no exception.

The white dragon, who had regained his peace in his heart, sensed the depths of his own heart, and he vaguely remembered that the power of the dragon clan was not purely in the physical body, and that what they could really surpass all beings was actually "language".

Dragon magic is the earliest form of magic, and the prototype of all spells to date.

Although its history is indeed primitive, the dragon language is a magical language that can bend the laws and truly "follow the law", and the powerful power contained in it is also undoubted.

The language of the dragon that each dragon can master without any mentor. Because dragon magic, like their armor and sharp teeth, is their innate "treasure" inherited from the bloodline of the race.

"Ahh

Bai Long remembered the words he roared out when he hit by mistake, and he was able to understand the meaning of the bloodline memory after awakening his bloodline memory.

A wave of heat erupted from the dragon's mouth, and a golden flame slammed into the locks and the bars around them.

The dragon flame of the ancient dragon can incinerate all things.

It didn't take long for the incomparably hard metals to turn red.

"Here comes the fire!"

Seeing that the fire began to subtract sharply, the white dragon roared again, and after mastering the technique, a ball of golden flame that was more intense than the last time erupted from the white dragon's mouth.

After the third fire, the iron lock outside the cage finally melted, and while the temperature had not dropped, the white dragon took a step back in the cage, and then raised the dragon's horns, bent its hind legs to exert force, and slammed hard.

Bang Dang!!

With a loud bang and a burst of sparks, the lock that held the iron door was broken, and the iron door slammed into the iron cage.

Finally it worked!

The white dragon shook his somewhat dizzy head slightly, and immediately flapped his wings happily and flew towards the door.

Although the outer door is also cast from the same kind of alien iron, the difficulty of cracking is a piece of cake compared to the cage where he was trapped before.

The white dragon repeated his old trick, continued to breathe fire to burn the door lock, and then ran and rammed again. And because the impact force was too great, the old iron gate actually flew out directly.

I'm out!!

The white dragon emerged from the flying dust, and the fresh air outside seemed as if it hadn't smelled it in a century.

All right!

I'm going to have to find the kitchen in this castle...... Oh no, go straight to the grain depot.

Eat a big meal first, and then go to the girl to settle accounts.

The white dragon was making plans in his hungry mind, which was no longer very bright, and he walked triumphantly on all fours.

At this moment, a cold aura suddenly came from the dark passage in front of him, as if a steel needle had pierced the white dragon's spine, making his whole body stiff.

The white dragon realized that the castle was now ......

It seems to be different from before.