Chapter 201 The Bound White Dragon
Mantou looked at the helpless and furious two-headed dragon monster outside the cave with a filthy smile, not caring whether the monster could understand the common language or not.

"Hehe, I just like seeing the way you can't stand me but can't beat me off."

"Aren't you going to eat me?"

Singo simply ignored it. He frowned slightly and said to the natural warrior beside him:
"Zhan Kuang, do you feel it? The monster is afraid."

"The current situation can be described as a fox borrowing the power of a tiger. We are the fox, and where is the tiger behind it?"

Tiansheng Zhan Kuang nodded solemnly and said hesitantly:

"You mean there might be something more terrifying in this passage that would make the dragon monster afraid to approach.
“That’s definitely not something we can overcome.”

Singo stared at the deep passage and smiled with great excitement: "However, extreme risks are often accompanied by extreme returns. Now that we are here, do you dare to take a gamble?"

The natural warrior touched his bald head and said with a chuckle, "I couldn't ask for more."

"Mantou, let's go."

Mantou, who was verbally attacking the two-headed dragon monster, finally came to his senses, said "Oh" and followed.

This passage was still made of black metal, reflecting a slight cold light under the faint flickering candlelight, and ordinary creatures could not break through it at all.

However, the three of them saw that the metal wall was covered with deep claw marks, each of which was several meters long. There were also dense depressions on the surface where teeth had pierced into it. There were even several pieces of the metal wall that were directly dented several feet in, leaving deep pits with a diameter of nearly five meters.

The ground was littered with long-dried blood and broken white scales.

It is hard to imagine what kind of monster caused this and how fierce the battle was.

Singo was walking in front. He turned his head and spoke softly, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Everyone, if I'm not mistaken, there might be a dragon imprisoned in here!"

"hiss--"

Mantou took a breath of cold air.

He didn't say much, but just returned the same way, picked up all the scattered scales, counted them carefully, and then ran back happily, his face full of joy of a good harvest.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"This is a rare and good material, dropped from a dragon! If you don't want it, there are plenty of people who do. I will sell it to those suckers of magic coins and make a lot of money."

Singo held his forehead and sighed softly.

"Fine."

"Now we have to discuss countermeasures. How can we, a few level 4 Karami, face a giant dragon?"

Suddenly, the air was quiet.

Mantou stammered, "How about we just go back home?"

After all, since the internal beta test, players have only had one reference for dragons - the red dragon Cassius.

The performance of this well-known leader of the camp in the Battle of Trier can only be described as "exaggerated". The fire tornado that could be called a natural disaster easily burned tens of thousands of troops to ashes. The video of that war was even uploaded to the video website, and the barrage was full of "budgets are burning".

In the "Glacier Annihilation War" that just ended, this red dragon also demonstrated its overwhelming strength, setting off a black storm that covered half of the Valhalla Glacier and almost annihilated the Frost Giant Tribe alone.

Low-level professionals like them are just insignificant numbers compared to existences of this level.

The natural warrior laughed heartily and said, "Since I'm here, I have to see it even if I die."

Singo turned to look at Mantou and said provocatively: "If you don't dare to go, just go home." Mantou knew that this was a provocation, but he still blew his nose and glared: "Let's go, whoever dares not to go will be a grandson."

"Row."

The three of them walked deeper.

The further they went in, the more they felt an invisible sense of oppression.

That kind of oppression was inevitable; it was the inevitable nature of dragon vein magic. It came from deep within their blood and made them shudder from the bottom of their hearts.

Dragon.

Only a true dragon can exert this level of suppression on those of lower rank.

As if sensing the arrival of the crowd, a suppressed growl was heard in the passage. The voice was hoarse, and seemed to come from deep in the throat, with an indescribable chill that gave people goose bumps.

Singo had sweat on his forehead, but he managed to stay calm.

"Continue to go."

"It should be there."

When everyone entered the spacious cave, the view in front of them suddenly became clear.

Mantou widened his eyes and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

"Really are"

"dragon."

In the wide hall with a radius of several hundred meters, a giant white dragon was seen coiled in the center.

Its body was covered with shimmering pure white scales, and its huge body, nearly fifteen meters long, was quite sturdy, with a short neck and a thick tail.

The dragon's head had a sleek profile, a small, pointed beak on its nose, and a protruding chin. It had a crown supported by backward-curving spines. Its ferocious skull also had scaly cheeks, prickly wattles, and some teeth that protruded when its mouth was closed.

——This is the most typical white dragon, the lowest among the five-colored dragons, but it is still an existence that countless mortals look up to, enough to bring a devastating disaster to a northern town.

But at this moment, the white dragon looked quite miserable. There was a complicated magic array under it, and its body was tightly entangled by countless intangible magic chains, unable to move at all. Nearly a hundred needles passed through the gaps between its scales and deeply inserted into various parts of its body, continuously transporting the precious dragon blood to the instrument.

The huge dragon's body was covered with scars. Hundreds of scales on its sides had been peeled off, and the flesh inside had been roughly dug out, leaving several deep pits on its body that were flowing with bright red blood.

Various experimental instruments were scattered on the ground, including knives, syringes, and bone saws, which had obviously been tested on the white dragon one by one.

However, even after suffering such torture, the white dragon still maintained an unimaginable strong vitality. Although it was in a dormant state, the dull beating of its heart echoed in the hall, and the cold air exhaled from its long breaths made people's scalps tingle.

Mantou tiptoed and approached cautiously, and saw a metal plate standing in front of the white dragon.

Unlike what they had seen before, the metal plate had hideous bite marks, bloodstains and broken cracks on it, but after being repaired, it was still left there.

No. 1: [White Dragon "Tinya"]

“She is so beautiful”

"I am intoxicated by her sleeping self, and even more obsessed with her violent struggle. If there were no spells to stop her, her minions would surely tear me into pieces."

"Ah, this is the most perfect specimen, the one that will allow me to embark on a great evolution, a white dragon with a thin ancestral bloodline. - Wagner, January 1346, 1 of the Third Era"

(End of this chapter)