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Everyone, I've just woken up. This is the first update. It's been a month, please throw the fresh flowers to me. Let me continue to stay on the list.

After the Iron Cauldron had left, the Great Elder looked at Werther and suddenly said with a smile, "Sir Werther, I'm sure you know why I'm being so generous, right?" Werther smiled. "Did your Moladin give you some sort of revelation?" The Grand Elder chuckled and agreed. The Second Elder opened his eyes wide. "Boss, how come I didn't know?" The Great Clan Elder glared, "How dare I let you know? If you know about it, doesn't that mean the entire clan knows about it? " The Second Elder smiled in embarrassment. Werther said, "Actually, one of the main reasons I came here was to ask you to help me repair two weapons." He took out the Heaven-Devouring Armor and the Coiling Dragon Staff. The Great Elder glanced at him and chuckled. "It's the work of that little fellow Calton. Hmm, not bad. He's almost at the level of his teacher." On the other hand, the Second Elder's eyes were shining as he stroked them again and again, as if he was unwilling to let go.

"These two weapons have been severely damaged in previous battles. I hope they can be repaired with the help of the Dwarves' superb craftsmanship. Of course, I will be able to provide all the expenses." The Great Elder only glanced at it and laughed, "This staff is made from Heavenly Stellar Gold and has a space magic array drawn on it. This armor was forged from Heavy Gold from the Seabed, as well as dragon blood, dragon bone, and other materials. It seemed that Calton had really put in a lot of effort in forging it. It's not a problem to repair them, but do you just want to repair them? "

Werther was stunned. The Great Elder continued, "I also have some Heavenly Stellar Gold. Although it's precious, it's not much. What I mean is, I can use the other precious materials in my hand to forge your two weapons again, so that they can surpass the sacred and become semi-divine weapons. I wonder what you mean? Of course, I won't charge you any more fees, so just take it as another form of compensation. " Werther was stunned. Only a fool wouldn't do such a good thing. However, he could tell that this Great Elder was also showing goodwill to him like the elves. This could also be considered as a long-term investment.

At that moment, Werther agreed. The Great Elder's gaze turned and landed on Beckham. The great Silver Dragon immediately shivered and subconsciously felt something was wrong. Sure enough, the Great Elder said, "In order to refine a semi-divine tool, the craftsmen's skills are important, and the ingredients needed to forge it must be extremely precious. The dragon blood was a very wondrous material. The dragon blood that Calton uses is only from a high level dragon race. If we can use the blood of a Wise Dragon to forge it, I think the effect would be better. " The great Lord Beckham almost reached out his claws to grab this old thing with a wicked smile on his face. His lizard-sized body twisted unnaturally a few times, and he was about to escape out of the small stone hut.

Werther lightly stretched out his hand and grabbed his tail. Lord Beckham turned around and took a swipe. Werther's fingers retracted, and with a flick of one of his fingers, he flicked the silver dragon until it was dizzy. Now that Werther had cultivated to the fleshly body realm, just the strength of his body alone was over a hundred thousand Jin. With one leap, even a dragon with a strong body could not withstand it. Beckham, seeing that he was not on the right path, cried out hastily, "You lowly bastards! You want the blood of the great Lord Beckham! You are blaspheming the Dragon God's Crown! Damn shorty! And foolish humans! You actually listened to these dwarves' instigation! You dare to lay your hands on the future great elder of the Dragon clan! You... "Howl!" However, he was struck unconscious by Werther's vicious shot. Werther knew the character of this Ruffian Dragon, and was afraid that he would anger the two old dwarves by saying something disrespectful.

The Second Elder's face darkened. If not for the fact that this dragon was Werther's magical pet, he would have thrown the hammer at it long ago. However, the Great Elder didn't care. He smiled and said, "For the sake of saving some blood for the future Great Elder of the Dragon Clan, I am honored." His eyes were shining brightly, as if there was something special inside. Werther's mind stirred. He looked at the paralyzed Ruffian Dragon and suddenly smiled strangely. If this rogue dragon really became an elder of the dragon clan, then those beauties and female dragons of the dragon clan would be in trouble.

One thousand and three hundred years later, the scoundrel Ruffian Dragon of yesteryear, the current chief elder of the dragon clan, Lord Beckham, was comfortably lying in his beloved mother dragon Natasha's arms. He told the story of how he followed the great king of gods, Vittlan Roland, from all planes to all planes. When Natasha mentioned the embarrassing moment for the dwarves, she was especially enthusiastic and kept asking questions. Lord Beckham spat in hatred and loudly cursed, "What else can we do!?" Of course it was because of those barbarian dwarves! However, what that old man said is correct. I really have become the Great Elder of the Dragon Clan.

Natasha smiled and said, "Okay, okay, stop boasting and continue talking." Beckham quietly wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead and thought to himself, "It seems like that old fellow obtained the divine power of Mordain and was able to foresee a part of the future." "Damn, why didn't he say that after I married Natasha, I can't date any other sister?" "This old bastard, if you have time, you must go to the God Realm of Moradin and beat him up!" "Fortunately, Natasha didn't ask me about my reaction. If she knew that I would be scared to the point that I almost wet my pants, I wouldn't be able to lift my head up for the rest of my life." He lazily stretched out his mouth to eat a fruit that she handed to him, then complacently laughed and continued with his story.

When the great Lord Beckham woke up, he was so angered that he found that his claws had been cut open, and blood was flowing out of the wound. Strangely, the wound didn't have any pain, and fresh red blood was flowing out of it, as if his life was being drained as well. Gone! The blood was all gone! "AHH!" I'm going to die! "Ahhh!" Unexpectedly, Werther flicked his finger again and scolded him with a smile, "Useless thing. Scared just by letting out a little?" Don't worry, it will definitely benefit you! Aren't you a giant dragon of the light element? Perfect, I'll help you increase your strength so that you won't lose my people by following me out!

The Silver Dragon was somewhat puzzled. Although this master of his was highly regarded by the Sovereigns, from his point of view, it would be a long time before Werther could accomplish anything and reach the Divine Throne. He had even prepared himself to wait a thousand years and then flaunt his might. Who knew that Werther would actually have the strength to raise his own cultivation? While the silver dragon was muttering, he suddenly felt a finger gently poking at his neck, followed by an unimaginably large amount of light essence rushing into his body. No, not only light elements, but also an energy form even purer than light elements, even exceeding the concept of magic elements.

He felt that his own strength was actually increasing with the help of Werther. Right now, he even had a feeling that even if that detestable Giant Ice Dragon, Rooney, appeared in front of him right now, he would be able to break all the scales on that detestable guy with a light blow! This power seemed to be endless, like a great river rolling in. After a while, the Silver Dragon had reached its limit and directly revealed the true form of the dragon. A ten-meter-long dragon directly smashed apart the Elder's Stone House! A resonant yet low dragon roar reverberated throughout the entire Tigris Mountain Range, scaring countless innocent little animals.

Werther used the pure yang energy in his dantian, which was converted into innate pure yang energy, to supply the Silver Dragon's absorption. This kind of pure yang energy was of a higher level than a single light element, and it almost directly pointed to the origin of the world's energy, which was why Beckham felt that his growth was so obvious. However, even if Werther could absorb elements from the outside world to supply himself at any time, he couldn't not supply him with pure Yang energy. Plus, the Silver Dragon had already reached the limit of its capacity, so Werther exhaled a long breath and retracted his finger. In the blink of an eye, the two elders stared at him with their mouths agape. The Head Elder looked better, but there was a weird expression on his face. The Second Elder had a bit of clear saliva on the corner of his mouth, but he was stunned.

Forcefully increasing someone else's strength wasn't difficult, but the target was still a huge dragon! A human being could support the energy consumption of an intelligent dragon. What kind of cultivation level was this? I'm afraid the gods are only mediocre, aren't they? "However, the one feeling the most is still His Excellency Silver Dragon." However, the one feeling the most is still His Excellency Silver Dragon himself. Damn it! I can kill a demigod now! "Haha!" In his excitement, a strong wind from his wings knocked down the dragonblood collection vessel and broke it. Werther calmed the storm of true energy in his dantian. Facing the spilled dragon blood on the ground, he said expressionlessly, "Alright, have you finished venting? Hurry up and cut yourself, and continue bleeding! "

Beckham: "..."

Great Elder: "?"

Second Elder: "This is dragon blood, sprinkling it on the ground is fine, but don't waste it! I'm rich now! "Haha!"

After tossing and turning for a long time, he finally released a few dozen kilograms of fresh dragon blood from the Silver Dragon. If not for Grand Elder's words, Werther would have turned Beckham into a dried up dragon. When the Great Elder told Werther that the dragon blood was enough to create two peerless SemiGod Equipment, Beckham's expression almost pounced on him and kissed him with all his might, giving the Great Elder a fright. Finally, Werther brought the dying Silver Dragon Lord and left. The two elders stared blankly at the container filled with tens of kilograms of dragon blood, exuding extremely dense magic undulations. Second Elder suddenly said, "Boss, is the reason why you're showing such kindness to that Werther related to the oracle of Moradin?" It's about time you tell me, right? "