Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 169 The Cabin in the Woods
It was only after riding on the Thunderbird that Ron suddenly realized that when he was on the viewing platform, the scenes he saw were all miniature.

But it's also normal, how could three islands the size of Paris have a panoramic view without the help of magic.

It's no wonder that the Thunderbird is needed to travel. Without the help of this guy who can fly faster than a supersonic fighter, it would be extremely difficult to go anywhere in such a large place.

Even if a broomstick flies around the island, it will take several hours. In less than a month, there is no way to see the island in its entirety.

As we got closer to the snow-capped mountains, the temperature here became lower and lower. When we reached the top of the mountain, the temperature almost reached minus [-] to [-] degrees. Without magic spells, thin woolen sweaters are useless at all.

In the howling wind and snow, on the platform on the top of the snow mountain, two leisurely ice dragons were lying there lazily blowing the northwest wind. The sound of rustling, ding ding ding' is inexplicably pleasant.

Unlike the wild dragons I met in the wild before, the magical creatures that Nicolas May collected in the island are quite gentle to the guests. The wild Thunderbird is not as obedient as this big bird, with extreme speed and fierce and unruly personality , a violent temper, and the Thunderbird that can drill into the thundercloud and pull the roaring thunder and lightning to ravage the earth can only be dealt with by a team of professionals with complete equipment and high skills.

Once they are irritated, a fire dragon that can stand up to three or five crazy hairs, even more so, ordinary magic spells can't even keep up with the speed of his explosion, the speed of the magic spell is not the speed of light, but biu Relatively fast, it is essentially an energy group that can emit light, and the speed varies from fast to slow.

Seeing the Thunderbird bring people over, the two ice dragons only raised their heads slightly, they yawned lazily, and ice blue mist sprayed from their nostrils, the snowstorm weather was their favorite At the time, the knife-like cold wind was tickling them, so uncomfortable.

The ice dragon egg that was stuffed into the bag yesterday didn’t even melt the ice shell when it was taken out again. When holding the cold dragon egg in your hand, you can feel a subtle magic wave with vitality. The little dragon in it probably It has already started hatching and has the most preliminary form. After Ron took out the ice dragon egg, the two ice dragons lazily blowing the cold wind finally became interested.

With a rumbling sound, they pulled their bodies out of the ice and snow, then spread their wings that were almost fifty feet long, and vigorously stretched their bodies.

The size of the two of them is much larger than the wild dragons they encountered before, and it is estimated that they are already on the verge of the watershed of five hundred years old. Once this age is passed, the dragons will either directly burp their farts and die, or they can live for hundreds of years. In [-], he became an ancient dragon that surpassed his peers.

Two ice dragons covered with sharp ice crystal dragon scales moved their big heads to this side, and the surrounding environment suddenly became colder by more than ten degrees.

Hermione leaned towards the Thunderbird nervously. After all, this gentle bird was much more reliable than the ferocious ice dragon he had seen last night, but Ron, who was a dragon-riding warrior, did not feel any pressure.

Can you still bite me?

Thinking of this, Ron patted the head of the ice dragon, and then stuffed the dragon egg into their claws.

"Please hatch an egg, do you need my help to build a nest?"

Suddenly, the ice dragon stared at Ron with its icy blue vertical pupils, then he glanced at the little dragon egg in its paws, and then stuffed it to the other one next to it.

A bone-piercing dragon's breath was spewed out by another ice dragon, and the extremely cold air poured unreservedly on the dragon egg. As the ice crystals continued to condense, a simple dragon's nest was formed in the breath. It was shaped to appear, and the dragon egg lay obediently inside.

The ice dragon lying on the snow again lay its head next to the dragon egg, and the cold breath from its nose wrapped the dragon egg, just like a fire dragon mother spewing fire at the dragon egg, the extreme cold is the ice dragon's birth hotbed.

While the possibly female ice dragon was making the crib, Ron also climbed onto the head of another ice dragon.

"Take me for a couple of laps?"

"no way."

A vicissitudes of voice echoed in Ron's mind, even the ice dragon in the Nicolas Zoo seemed to dislike Ron very much.

"You come down, you stink to death, I hate this hot smell."

"You little fellow of red dragon hybrid, right? If you dare to walk on the road with shit on your back, I'll take you flying in the sky."

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Ron, whose face turned dark immediately, patted the old ice dragon's forehead, but the old ice dragon, who didn't bother to talk to him at all, shook his head and shook Ron down, and then he was very disgusted. Rubbing his head in the snowdrift, it seemed to be stained with something dirty.

This old guy Ron, who closed his eyes and ignored him, couldn't do anything about him. Could it be that he had to saunter on him again in frustration?Although it can disgust him, isn't this also humiliating himself, is he really treating himself as shit?
Ron, who originally thought that he could be an ice dragon knight, turned his head and left. He didn't even have any expectations for the ice dragon egg. Who let the ice dragon flow in his body? He has no place to reason about the blood of the red dragon.

Why can't you dig up Arthur Pendragon's grave?The ghost knows where this old guy from thousands of years ago is now buried. If the corpse is faked, the king will probably slap this unworthy descendant to death. He will not be blessed with the love from the genuine red dragon.

Ron, who was a bit disappointed, rode the Thunderbird. Since the ice dragon disliked him so much, he didn't put his hot face on their cold buttocks. Isn't he a dragon?There are no ice dragons here, not to mention fire dragons walking all over the place, at least there are dozens of them.

Compatibility and Ron are quite good fire dragons. Whether it's the violent Hungarian Horntail or the largest and scariest Australian Opaleye, they don't want this little guy running around on them, and they don't mind themselves when they stretch their muscles and bones to take off. There are two more little guys who can't feel the weight on my back.

But it is only limited to LeMay's zoo. They are all old, at least there are four hundred to five hundred old dragons, whether it is good temper or wisdom, they and other places, whether it is Neither wild dragons nor captive dragons can be compared together.

Those guys don't want to give Ron face because of the red dragon blood on his body. They still opened their mouths when they met the dragon's breath, and then tore up their stomachs. Isn't the red dragon blood the best tonic for them? It can make them more happy than the 99% pure water of life.

After playing with the fire dragon on the volcano for most of the day, I took a look at the Godzilla who was sleeping in the crater after being caught and was gnawing on something that I didn’t understand but tasted good. Fruit, the two who were sitting on the thunderbird whirring and taking off slowly watched the scenery of the snow-falling bamboo forest below.

After turning around a small hill, a wisp of cooking smoke curled up, and a bamboo house was built between the stream and the bamboo forest. At this moment, the house covered with white snow suddenly gave Ron a strange sense of familiarity.

"Let's go down and see."

The Thunderbird folded its wings and spread its wings a few meters above the bamboo forest, sweeping away the white snow on the leaves in an instant. As a result, the doors and windows that were not closed were poured in with a gust of cold wind with snowflakes in them.

Some familiar swearing came into Ron's ears. It was a Sichuan accent with a smell of hot pot, mixed with a few national curses from England.

"Which family is the son of a bitch, I can't do anything wrong, little bird, is your child tickled?"

A cast iron pan flew out of the window, as if the iron pan had been bitten and hit Thunderbird's forehead with a bang, knocking her down from mid-air, staggering and overwhelmed A bamboo forest.

A smoky bamboo rod came out of the room first, followed by a round and white belly.

(End of this chapter)