Chapter 114: The Wyrmlings two years later and entering the city (please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
Looking down from high above.
Xiluo soon found the three Wyrmlings.
He slowly descended beside them.
The three Wyrmlings also stopped their respective training and research and gathered around Xiluo.
"What is it? You came over alone again today. What do you need?"
A dragon covered in gray-black armor, with red light faintly showing through his chest and belly, hot mist rising from his entire body, and only his crimson eyes exposed, turned toward Xiluo and spoke. He was about 7.8 meters long.
Needless to say, this was naturally the Red Dragon Whelp, Gordon.
A white dragon tinged with blue, wreathed in swirling ice and about 5.5 meters long, stretched his head beside Xiluo, constantly twitching his nostrils as he frowned.
"Hmm... Alice's scent is so strong on Xiluo... and there's a strange smell too... I've never smelled anything like it before. What could it be?"
Little White Dragon Allen spoke curiously as he sniffed.
"Xiluo... I haven't been slacking lately."
A pure Blue Dragon slightly larger than Little White Dragon Allen, about 5.6 meters long, looked at Xiluo and muttered.
This was naturally Abel.
Xiluo did not speak immediately.
He merely watched the three dragons silently.
[Strong mutated Red Dragon Wyrmling] Level: 10 (Excellence-) [Blue Dragon Wyrmling] Level: 8 (Elite) [Mutated White Dragon Wyrmling] Level: 9 (Elite)
Among the three dragons.
That good-for-nothing Abel had not changed as far as his panel was concerned.
But he should actually have been on the verge of improving.
After all, he was ultimately just an ordinary Blue Dragon, not some genius dragon.
With all his gold coins still in Xiluo's "safekeeping," how much more could be expected of him?
Little White Dragon