Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

Chapter 106 The Clever Flying Dragon

As time went by, the sunlight gradually became somewhat dazzling, casting dappled shadows on the gravelly mountain path.

Luke was standing on the edge of an abandoned mine halfway up the mountain, comparing two black stones.

Unfortunately, no matter how I looked at it, it didn't have the black sheen that the villagers described.

Black crystal.

It is a highly sought-after magical mineral.

They are usually found only in dark places or deep underground rock formations.

Blackstone Mountain once possessed a fairly rich vein of black crystal.

Although this stone is extremely hard and difficult to forge directly, it can be forged by a skilled blacksmith.

It is ground into a fine powder and then quenched and mixed into the armor material in a specific ratio.

This will give your armor a layer of magical protection.

For some adventurers who spend their lives walking on the edge of a knife.

This ore, which can resist magic, is undoubtedly a top-tier material that can save lives.

Now that all the weapons in my hands have been replaced with magical equipment.

Luca naturally remembered this and planned to acquire some good materials to upgrade his own armor.

Just as he was intently observing the color of the black stone in his hand.

A large flock of birds suddenly took flight from the deep, secluded mountains in the distance.

Immediately following was a faint but extremely penetrating roar.

The breeze that blew through the valley reached his ears.

Luke stood up and instantly pinpointed the direction from which the sound was coming.

My gaze passed over the layers of tree canopy.

At the edge of their field of vision, a massive black shadow, resembling a giant bat, was hovering high in the sky.

After a brief struggle, it plunged into the mountaintop.

The enormous black shadow must be the flying dragon that dwells in Black Stone Mountain.

"The fighting has already started?"

Luke hadn't expected the squad to move so quickly.

Luke casually tossed the stones on the ground, gripped his sword hilt, and began to race toward the source of the sound.

Lena's team did not make any effort to hide their tracks when they went into the mountains.

Coupled with Akash's ferocious way of clearing the way, the traces he left behind were quite obvious.

Luke sped through the forest along the path they had carved out, constantly closing the distance to the heart of Blackrock Mountain.

However, after he had been speeding for a while...

"boom!"

Another loud noise came from that area.

Even though he was far away, the sound still made him pause.

Is this the kind of commotion a flying dragon could cause?

Meanwhile, deep within the heart of Blackstone Mountain.

The battle is nearing its end.

Facing a flying dragon that had lost its advantage in high-altitude maneuvering and was forced to engage in close combat on the ground.

Lena and the others were easily captured.

First, the warlock Kalan in the team carried out fire suppression from a safe distance.

When facing a massive target like a dragon, Kalan doesn't even need to expend those precious high-level spells.

With just a few energy manipulation tricks, you can reduce the opponent's airtime as much as possible.

It's enough to give the rest of the team room to maneuver.

As the dragon, exhausted, gradually fell to the ground.

Then it was time for Rena, the "heavy swordswoman" with the most destructive power in the team besides him, to make her move.

This agile female warrior caught the dragon the moment it landed.

The muscles of her long, slender legs, encased in a suit of fine gold armor, tensed instantly.

The specially made combat boots on his feet shattered the hard rock layer.

Her entire body shot out like a female leopard, exuding a wild and beautiful power.

Lena lifted the heavy two-handed greatsword with both arms, using the momentum from her charge to trace a crescent-shaped trajectory in the air.

It slashed fiercely at the dragon's side and belly, tearing through the dark brown scales and leaving a gash several feet long.

Immediately afterwards, the wanderer began to utilize the wound to leverage his poison-coating advantage.

The slender figure darted and weaved around the massive body of the dragon.

The dagger, coated with a high-level poison, began to inflict new wounds on the already bleeding one.

Visibly, the flesh at the edges of the wound, which was originally gushing blood, began to die at a rapid pace, turning an abnormal bluish-black color.

Even the blood flowing from the dragon became as thick and foul-smelling as tar due to the effects of the toxins.

However, wyverns are predators that can occupy a place at the top of the food chain.

Physical strength and survival instincts are still quite terrifying.

Even after suffering such a severe blow, it still displayed a crazy burst of power in the face of adversity.

With a mournful, desperate roar, the dragon's thick, barbed tail churned up endless dust and rubble on the ground.

While obscuring everyone's view, it also transformed into a steel whip made of multiple metal sections.

Carrying a sonic boom that tore through the air, it swept indiscriminately across everything around it.

"Bang!"

As the team's tank, the orc Akash is the first to take the lead.

Unable to dodge in time, he was whipped backward by the tail.

With a dull thud as it smashed through several stone pillars, the orc slammed heavily against a rock wall dozens of meters away.

Countless pebbles rolled down, burying most of him.

However, the barbarian's completely unreasonable physical talent was perfectly demonstrated at this moment.

The orc, still under the buff of the War Cry, looked disheveled but had not suffered any serious damage.

Akash simply shook his enormous head and, as if nothing had happened, climbed straight out of the rubble.

But this sudden, desperate counterattack forced Lena to change her tactics.

She quickly retreated to a safe distance, holding her greatsword horizontally in front of her, and nodded to Karan in the distance, "Don't hold back!"

The dragon's size was so enormous that its fierce final attack was within the team's expectations.

In situations like these, spellcasters in the team are needed to provide strong firepower support.

Standing on the high rock, Kalan's body instantly erupted with terrifying magical particle fluctuations.

As a warlock, his innate spellcasting ability means he doesn't need to memorize complex spell models.

The casting speed is much faster than that of ordinary mages.

There was no extra chanting, just a simple gesture.

Before him, a massive fireball radiating intense heat had already materialized.

Third Ring Evocation spell, Fireball.

Moreover, this is not your average academic fireball technique.

The spellcasting model was improved and enhanced by a powerful mage in his ancestor's lineage.

This change has also been etched into the very fabric of our heritage.

The flames, which should have been orange-red, now displayed a deep red color, representing explosion and danger.

With a sharp shout from Kalan, the fireball flew rapidly toward the location of the dragon, and continued to expand and grow larger.

When it finally reached the top of the dragon's massive body, it had formed a terrifying fiery hell with a radius of about 20 feet.

Visually, this crimson flame was even larger than the dragon's wings when it spread its wings.

"boom!"

The fireball exploded the instant it touched the dragon's scales!

In an instant, blinding flames engulfed everything.

It completely enveloped the dragon's enormous body.

"it's over..

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Looking at the sea of ​​fire ahead, still churning with intense heat, Lena let out a long sigh of relief.

The result was roughly what she had expected.

This is why spellcasters have always been highly respected and welcomed in the world of adventurers.

Having a spellcaster in the party means that there are various convenient magic tricks that can improve the quality of life during daily outings.

When faced with danger, one can easily escape.

And in battle, this terrifying, almost world-destroying magic can instantly turn the tide of battle.

However, after such a terrible magical bombardment...

Some valuable materials from the dragon will likely not be preserved.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, no one really wants the warlock in the team to take action.

Each time the opponent made a move, they either used poisonous clouds to rot the monster's precious organs or used this kind of flame to directly roast the monster's corpse into charcoal.

This resulted in the team receiving no additional income beyond the mission rewards.

However, this time, as the smoke and flames completely disappeared, the scene before them was beyond everyone's expectations.

The dragon should have been burned to ashes by the flames.

He was lying face down on the spot, eyes closed, motionless.

It appears that he has been dead for some time.

But there wasn't a single trace of it being burned by the flames.

It exudes an indescribable eeriness.

"What's going on? Did your spell get an upgrade?"

Not far away, the wanderer Latu walked up to Karan and asked with some curiosity.

"How could such a spell exist?"

Karan scratched his head; this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

As far as he knew, a master who was obsessed with studying fire elemental magic.

They did indeed create a very "creative" low-temperature fire spell.

That master even gave this spell a really cool name, something like Bone... something Cold Fire.

However, that kind of magic only made people feel extremely cold on a mental level.

In reality, the physical effects are still burning and scalding.

How could it be like this, completely devoid of any destructive power, instead allowing the opponent to leave so easily...?

serene?

The enormous dragon lay quietly in the hollow, its body completely still.

Karan gritted his teeth, defiantly raised his finger, and fired a magic fire arrow towards the bottom of the pit.

The magical flames struck precisely above the dragon's tightly closed eyelids.

The dragon remained motionless, showing no reaction.

And the flame still didn't leave any burn marks on it.

While everyone was still keeping their distance and cautiously observing the flying dragon.

Akash had already casually approached from the other side.

Before Lena could speak up to stop it, the orc's enormous hand slammed down on the scales on the dragon's back.

A few seconds passed without any movement, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems he really is dead..."

Although the dragon was strange, the task was eventually completed.

"Relax, everyone. This is perfect. We can also take the materials from this dragon back with us."

Latour's inverted triangular eyes gleamed with undisguised greed.

He leaped into the pit, approached the dragon's corpse, and pulled out an exquisite dagger, preparing for an artistic dissection show.

However, what was unexpected was...

The moment the wanderer approached, Feilong's tightly closed eyes snapped open, and he suddenly leaped up.

A deafening, ferocious roar echoed throughout the mine.

The tail, carrying immense destructive power, spun around first, sending the unsuspecting orc flying once again!

At the same time, it has bony claws like sickles at the joints of its fleshy wings.

It tore through the air and slashed towards Latour's chest!

Unlike barbarians, wanderers cannot withstand the immense power of a dragon through sheer physical strength.

Although Latour's attributes focus on agility, his neural reflexes are extremely fast.

But at such close range, and without any defenses.

He could only twist his body hastily to protect his vital organs.

"laugh!"

The giant claws tore through Latour's fine leather armor without any suspense, tearing through his flesh as well.

A gash was drawn, extending from the left shoulder to the right side of the abdomen.

Deep inside, you can even vaguely see the internal organs.

"alert!"

Lena reacted the fastest, immediately picking up her two-handed sword and activating her mastered charge skill.

With a deafening roar as air burst open, he transformed into a heavy crossbow bolt, charging forward with his greatsword.

The greatsword blocked the dragon's second claw.

At the same time, Lena used the momentum of her charge to unleash a wide and sweeping sweep.

The blade sliced ​​off a section of the opponent's venomous tail with extreme precision!

"roar!"

The dragon roared angrily.

At this point, the orc's warcry effect had ended, and the dragon's movement was no longer hindered.

It immediately spread its wings, gave a powerful downward jolt, and the strong airflow lifted its body, propelling it into the sky.

At the same time, cries of resentment echoed through the sky.

It played dead for a long time, but the sneak attack failed, which made it very angry.

But it also understood that it was no match for the people in front of it.

After circling twice in the air, the dragon increased its speed and disappeared into the forest, escaping for good.

Reina sheathed her greatsword, looked at Latour who was sitting on the ground, drinking a healing potion, and frowned: "How are your injuries?"

"Thankfully, I won't die."

Latour gasped for breath and answered painfully.

The orc not far away also slowly got up from the ground.

Without the defensive buff of the War Cry, and caught off guard by the dragon's sneak attack, he was thrown into a daze.

Looking at the now empty clouds in the sky, a deep sense of frustration flashed in Lena's eyes.

Now that the dragons have regained their ability to fly, given their habits, they should have a hard time catching up with them.

This risky commission, which was initially thought to be a sure thing, has essentially failed.

Fortunately, no one in the team was killed.

With the help of Karan's "Hand of the Mage," Latu was bandaged up.

While the healing potion's abilities are miraculous, such a severe injury still requires a certain amount of time to heal and recover.

The four sat silently in the crater, tending to their injuries.

No one expected that this dragon could be so intelligent.

They even know how to use the tactic of playing dead.

At the same time, they were also very curious about the dragon's physique.

After withstanding a fireball, the dragon was completely unharmed.

"Could it be that this guy has some kind of talent for defensive magic? Don't dragons usually have the ability to be immune to magic?"

Lena offered her perspective.

"No, a flying dragon isn't a real dragon."

Karan denied the other party's guess.

Even the thick-skinned dragons are just ordinary creatures on the continent of Rildran.

There are absolutely no means or abilities to defend against this kind of pure Evocation-based damage magic.

"Unless, this guy is a mutant..."

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