"Where's your magic?" Hearing this, Witt looked at Winters blankly. "Magic? What magic?" "..." Looking at Witt's innocent and confused look, Winters didn't know what to say for a while. There is no doubt that the dragon is a magical creature! Even a five-colored dragon like her, who is best at close combat, is still a magical creature. Among the dragons, only some species of ground dragons are not classified as magical creatures. Could it be that this little dragon is not a pure silver dragon? Thinking of this, Winters put his head in front of his claws, and then carefully looked at Witt while exploring Witt's body with his mind.
However, after a moment, Winters was even more confused. All the details of the body clearly told her that Witt was a pure silver dragon! However, whether it is muscle strength or the weakest reaction to physalis, it shows that Witte should be a ground dragon that is good at physical strength and has no magic talent! Is it because the concentration of silver dragon blood is relatively high? This is not right! Silver dragons have the best magic talent among metal dragons, which can be seen from their more slender body than other metal dragons. Moreover, silver dragons are the only one of the five metal dragons that is water-based but can cast magic of other attributes. The other four metal dragons can only cast magic corresponding to the affinity of physalis. If Witte's silver dragon blood concentration is high, then his reaction to physalis will not be like now, almost non-existent, including the silver dragon's affinity for water physalis! However, if the concentration of ground dragon blood in Witte's body is high, then the wings behind him should be degenerated, or even not grow at all! Because ground dragons don't have wings! Why is that? When Winters stared at Witt, thinking non-stop, trying to find a reasonable explanation, Witt's heart began to beat wildly as the other party's thinking time lengthened. Of course, he is not thinking about his physical problems now! Although the physical problem is serious, the biggest problem should be placed on survival! A unique little dragon is equivalent to a unique experimental material. By the way, these worlds will not also have that kind of extremely cruel experiment called transformation! In addition, even if it will not be reduced to experimental material, will a dragon that can't use magic really be accepted by this group of dragons that can use magic? Witt secretly experimented several times, and he really couldn't feel the power called magic. Speaking of which, is the magic here the same as the magic in the online article? If it is the same, does it mean that he will never get that kind of gorgeous and powerful energy?
Thinking about it this way, I feel a little regretful! No! Damn it, now is not the time to think about these things! Winters, who was thinking about what kind of situation Witt was, accidentally saw Witt's face changing constantly, and couldn't help but be stunned! Looking at the gloomy, hopeful, desperate, and other expressions constantly changing, is this really what a little dragon that has just come out can do? Winters suddenly felt that she seemed to have a good talk with this little dragon named Witt! However, before that... "Witt! Can you give me a drop of your blood?" On the other side, Witt, who was thinking about whether the legendary world of the dead existed, had slipped like stepping on a banana peel. Hearing this, he finally realized that he was not killed yet! However, if there is only one drop of blood... Witt looked at his claws, uh... he couldn't get down! Then, he searched for a long time on his body, and finally fell on the tail behind him, which didn't listen to his command very much! A few minutes later, when Winters was a little impatient, Witt finally gritted his teeth, gently scratched the tip of the tail with his claws, and then squeezed out a drop of, uh... a trace of blood, and then looked at Winters with expectation! Winters looked at Witt dimly. Is this thing really a dragon? Thinking so in her heart, Winters controlled the blood that was completely invisible to her and put it into her mouth! Well, I can barely analyze it! After a moment, Winters's huge dragon eyes shrank sharply, and then looked at Witt in astonishment. This pain-averse dragon-throwing thing is actually a purebred dragon, and its bloodline is purer than hers! But the strange thing is that she can't tell the race of this bloodline at all. Is there really a star dragon? How can it be! She shook her head to get rid of this absurd idea, and then her eyes fell on Witt again. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Little guy, in your inherited memory, is there a look like your father or mother?" Witt heard this and was about to say no, but at this moment, two figures appeared in the depths of his mind. A silver-white dragon that looks exactly like him, but the other's body is unimaginably large. The stars in her dragon claws are like marbles, and the opposite is a round thing made of glass. The other figure was much smaller, only about ten meters tall, and its whole body was red. It looked a bit like Winters, but it had golden, lava-like lines on its body. Although his body was small, Werther could feel an aura on his body that was much stronger than that of the silver dragon. That aura made the starry sky tremble! Looking at those two figures and feeling the gentle gazes they cast, Werther felt like crying! Are these his parents?
When he came back to his senses, Werther realized that unknowingly, tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes. Winters looked at Werther stubbornly wiping away his tears, with a flash of pity in his eyes. "It doesn't matter if you don't expect it. Besides, as a giant dragon, crying is a bit inappropriate for your identity!" Werther shook his head. "No, they look like me in my inherited memory. My mother looks the same as me!" Hearing this, Winters' eyes lit up. "It's most likely a silver dragon!" As for why it is a high probability, you can tell by looking at the little dragon in front of you. This is definitely not a silver dragon! "My father...is very similar to you!" Winters was stunned for a moment. "Red dragon? No, you said it looks similar?" Victor nodded. "They look very similar, but my father's body has golden lines similar to lava, especially on his chest!" At this point, Werther stopped! He was not prepared to mention the body shape. Even though he did not have an orthodox bloodline inheritance, he could still tell that his parents' body shape was not that of a normal dragon. Hearing Werther's words, Winters's eyes flashed with surprise. "Alien dragon!" … = || ; ({ mode: 'thumbs-feed-01', container: 'taboola-below-article-feed', placement: 'Below Article Feed', target_type: 'mix' });