Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Early morning, Le Neumerville.

A tiny wyrmling stood atop the smooth glass roof of the halls of Arcandor, roaring into the rising sun.

"Aww~"

This howling seemed to be a signal for the opening of some kind of ceremony. After hearing it, a dozen young dragons flew out from the window of the main hall, flapped their wings and came to its side, and then there were "owing" sounds one after another.

The leading young dragon closed its eyes, raised its neck high, and the pale golden sunlight shone on her blue-black dragon scales, reflecting a strange light.

About a quarter of an hour after the sun had fully risen, Femsela opened his eyes, turned his head and roared at the other young dragons who had started to howl non-stop, and then took the lead in flapping their wings and flying away from the glass roof.

In the eastern part of the Arcandor Temple, close to the lake, Vereesa was observing the big ship that was docked, and several mechanical structures were constantly carrying goods from above.

"One, two, three, almost enough, Veronica, after you move these things to the warehouse, I will carry these three baskets of fish and leave first."

The head of the leading structure flickered to show that he understood.

Soon Vereesa came to the gate of the temple with three baskets of lively fish, and before she could speak, a black shadow rushed down from the sky.

"Well, it's okay, Fimsella," Vereesa hugged the dragonling in front of her eyes dumbfounded. Fimsera let out a "wow" and then looked helplessly at the dripping pot under her feet. .

"This is your food for three days. You can't occupy it by yourself and prevent other young dragons from eating it like before. Do you understand?"

"Aww~"

Vereesa seemed to understand what she meant, and a structure that was guarding the side to feed the young dragons had already lifted the jar, and poured all the water and fish inside into the small pool that had been prepared .

"Okay, let's go and eat, see how greedy you are."

"Wow!" Fimser stretched his neck and licked Vereesa's cheek, then flapped his wings and came to the pool, lowered his head and instantly bit a big white fish.

The other young dragons waited until she started to eat before falling from the sky and began to feast on it. For a while, fish scales and flesh flew together.

Suddenly, Femsera, who was halfway through eating fish, seemed to feel something, raised her head and looked around, and a portal appeared beside Vereesa, Aristophanes stepped out from the door, and it immediately dropped the gnaw. The big fish that ate half of it flew towards the elf mage like lightning.

Aristophanes had been prepared for a long time. He waved his left hand, and the purple secret energy gushed out of his body. The silk threads gathered and intersected to form a "blocking net" made of magic power, blocking Fimsela's "whelpling missile."

"Wow~" Fimsela kept struggling, but the energy net formed by the secret energy was extremely tough? She couldn't break free at all. In desperation, Fimsela opened her small dragon mouth and began to bite continuously. .

The elf mage laughed dumbly? Reached out to cancel the web of arcane energy? Femsera fell down instantly, but immediately flapped his wings and flew to the same height as the elf mage, stretching his neck to look at him? The dark purple pupils reflected the elf mage's eyes. face.

She let out a growl of dissatisfaction, and then landed on the shoulder of the elf mage. The magic runes on Aristophanes' body lit up, supporting Femsera's unconscious claw strike.

"Okay, okay, Fimsella, why don't you continue to eat fish?"

"Aww~" Along with the cry of the young dragon, a soft voice sounded in the mind of the elf mage? "Father? Do you eat fish every day? I'm tired of it? Is there anything else I can eat?"

"Um, what do you want to eat then?"

"Meat!"

Aristophanes turned his head and squeezed Fimsera's mouth open. He examined her teeth in detail. Although Fimsera was still a dragonling, her dragon jaws were unusually strong. The well-developed canines (two upper and two lower) with cutting edges on the surface are already showing their ferocity. And in the upper and lower jaws, next to the canines are her incisors,

They are oval in cross section with a serrated edge at the top. Behind the canines is a row of molars that help grab prey. They look like nails and can be used to help grab prey.

"It seems that the teeth are developing well, how are your other sisters developing?"

"It's also very good. Basoros, Irnaos, and Estirsera are the fastest growing, but none of them can compare to me."

The elf mage turned his head to look at the many baby dragons who were still feasting. Their body size grew very fast. Even though the elf mage checked their bodies every month, it was still difficult to grasp the complete body data, only a rough estimate .

"Is your medical examination time coming soon?"

"Yes." Hearing this, Fimsela shrugged his neck, "There are still a few days left. By the way, Dad, can you stop the physical examination? These inspection items are too shameful."

"Shame? What's the shame?"

"Woo~" Fimsela buried her head in her wings, unwilling to speak.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you to eat something good later, since you don't want to eat fish, then eat something else, how about Alvin bear minced meat?"

"Aww, long live daddy!"

Vereesa looked curiously at the interaction between the elf mage and the young dragon on his shoulder: "Aristophanes, what did Fimsera tell you?"

[Mimi Reading]()

"She said she doesn't want to eat fish anymore, so I'll take her to eat something else," Aristophanes stroked the smooth scales of the whelping dragon, "According to Merlinthra, green dragons grow from whelping to young It takes about five years for a dragon to grow, but obviously, although Femsera's real name has the suffix '-sera', which is exclusive to female green dragons, her growth rate is much higher than that of ordinary green dragons."

"What about the other whelps?"

"Similarly, according to my seven or eight months of observations, although their growth speeds are different, they are all significantly faster than other green dragons. Even if their dragon eggs were not born by Ysera, the master of green dragons, they can The sacrifices of the daemons apparently mutated the whelps."

"I understand," Vereesa nodded, "You can lead Fimsera to the cafeteria, I'll stay here and watch them."

"Okay, just pay more attention to the surrounding environment and don't let them destroy Arcandor."

Aristophanes hugged Fimsera and left here, and the other young dragons watched their eldest sister leave with their heads, and they ate more happily.

Along the way, the young dragon stared wide-eyed, looked left and right, opened his mouth and kept screaming "Aww, aww", and at the same time kept asking in the mind of the elf mage: "Father, is this your city?" Why do these people look different from you? Those white-skinned Twolegs look delicious, can I have a taste of their meat?"

"Those are humans, and the short ones are dwarves. They are intelligent creatures just like us, so they cannot be eaten."

"Uh, well, that's a pity," Fimsela shook her head.

Soon they came to the cafeteria where the elves and rangers usually used to be. When a large number of elves saw him, they quickly stood up to pay their respects. Aristophanes waved his hand and motioned for everyone to sit down.

"Ah, Dad, I want to eat this!" Looking at the minced bear meat, blood sausage and other meat on the big iron plate, Femsela suddenly became excited.

"Okay, I'll help you fill it right now, you just stay by the side and wait."