It was a white dragon.
Well … Roland knew why the Spatial Magic Tower was reluctant to deal with it.
First of all, dragons could fly, and they were the fastest flying creatures in the main plane.
Of course, the angels that descended from paradise were a different story.
Also, dragons were very strong. Both the metal dragons and the five-colored dragons were as strong as human Legends when they were adults.
Fighting against a creature that had the fastest flying speed, an average weight of more than a hundred tons, an S-grade armor and magic resistance, a spellcasting ability, and off the charts in melee combat, no matter how one looked at it, it was hard to be confident.
More importantly, the white dragons were the weirdest of the five-colored dragons.
Such dragons usually lived in the snowfields. Probably because Tiamat, the five-colored dragon god, didn't like them, they were relatively unintelligent. Many of them only had animal instincts.
But wasn't there a saying that if the Goddess of Wisdom closed a window, the Water God would open another one for you?
After sacrificing its intelligence attribute, the White Dragon gained a stronger physique.
They had double S armor and magic resistance, and their melee ability was S. Although the only spell they knew was Ice Breath, it was very powerful.
They would also go crazy when they saw blood.
They were the strongest Warriors of the dragons. Even the platinum dragons, who were melee experts, didn't want to fight them head-on.
It was understandable that the Spatial Magic Tower found such an adult white dragon tricky.
It was because all the destructive spells of spatial magic had a delay.
Spatial magic was invincible, but it was too slow to activate.
In a battle of the same level, it could be easily predicted and countered.
The black angel Paine, for example, was very good at spatial magic. He could kill thousands of players with a Dimensional Slash.
But that was only because of the difference in level.
It was easy for the angel Nia, who was on the same level as him, to predict and dodge such an attack.
The black angel didn't dare to use spatial magic against Nia at all.
So, even though spatial magic was the most destructive, the most effective and lethal spell was still evocation.
Simplicity and brutality were beautiful and powerful.
"You should invite the Legendary Mages of our Magic Tower to deal with a white dragon." Roland understood, but the elder's action made him even more confused. "I'm just a Master Mage. I might not be able to help you."
"Self-Exploding Inferior Fireball," the elder said. The elder said, "That white dragon has very strong magic resistance. Ordinary evocation magic can't penetrate its scales at all. But when we looked at your self-destructing Inferior Fireball model, we found that it's totally possible. "
Roland was even more confused. "Now that you know the Inferior Fireball model, you should be able to use it on your own. You don't need to come to us, do you?"
"Insufficient power." The elder of the Spatial Magic Tower smiled bitterly. "We are all experts in spatial magic. Although we can also use Inferior Fireball, three meters in diameter is the limit for all of us."
It was normal for an Adult White Dragon to be thirty-four meters long. The fireball with a diameter of three meters was indeed not powerful enough.
After all, the opponent's armor and magic resistance were both S grade.
"I don't have much confidence either." Roland thought for a moment and said, "It's true that I can condense the Inferior Fireball to about eight meters in diameter, but it will take several seconds of chanting."
"We know, so we will help from the side and control it for at least ten seconds."
Roland frowned. "That's not right. Spatial magic is more destructive. Spatial fissures can cut up everything in the main plane. You can control it for ten seconds, which is enough for you to cut it into pieces with spells like Dimensional Slash, right? "
The elder smiled bitterly. "Actually, it has another characteristic, which is that it is immune to spatial magic."
"How is that possible!" Roland was stunned.
He was familiar with many magic books and was now quite knowledgeable about magic. Although the cutting effect of the spatial fissures was caused by magic, it was essentially a physical attack.
Immune to physical attacks?
That was impossible.
The Great Elder sighed and said, "This matter has to start from more than a hundred years ago."
More than a hundred years ago, some magic mentor of the Spatial Magic Tower picked up a white dragon egg and hatched the white dragon.
The young white dragon was originally a beast without much intelligence, but after living with human beings for a long time, it gradually became smart.
The white dragon also regarded the hatcher as its father and listened to his orders in everything.
And this magic mentor loved to do magic experiments, and even the young white dragon became his experimental subject.
In the end, he created an illusory white dragon.
Any spatial magic would be annihilated when it approached the vicinity of this white dragon.
This white dragon was originally the secret weapon of the Spatial Magic Tower, but unexpectedly, one day, the magic mentor died.
From then on, the white dragon was unrestrained and became lawless.
The Spatial Magic Tower couldn't control it and instead let it run away.
In the end, it still held a grudge against the Spatial Magic Tower and would come to the city to wreak havoc every year or two.
It made the people in the city panic.
"This is indeed a problem." Roland thought for a moment. "But I'm only a Master, and it's still too much for me to deal with the white dragon. How about letting me think about it? "
The elder smiled and said, "No problem."
After leaving the Council of Elders, Roland found a random hotel in the city to stay in.
The black cat was still following them at this time, and Roland found an opportunity to ask, "Maromatha, does that white dragon often come to your Spatial Magic Tower for trouble?"
"It does come often. I've seen it many times since I was a child. It's probably coming soon. "
"But I don't see much tension in the residents of your city!"
The black cat gently tapped her chin with her finger. "Because every time it comes, it only takes away three or four people. It only comes once every two or three years. In comparison, the nobles in the city execute dozens or even hundreds of people every year for trivial matters. "
In other words, this man-eating white dragon was even more benevolent than the nobles!
How ridiculous.
Maromatha turned her head to look at Marilyn. "Why don't you go to the clan with me and take a look? It's not far from here. "
Marilyn was a little tempted.
But at this moment, Roland said casually, "We've been on the road for more than ten days. Let's take a day off and see tomorrow."
"That's true." The black cat was very tired herself. She smiled and said, "Then I'll come to you tomorrow."
The black cat turned and left.
Roland sat on the edge of the bed and took out a book to read.
Marilyn, on the other hand, dragged the blanket in the room and went to sleep in the vegetable basket for a while.
As the sky began to darken, Marilyn drowsily went into the bathroom and washed up inside.
As a werecat and a female, Marilyn was a bit of a neat freak.
Every time she took a bath, she would carefully and slowly wipe her body with a wet towel, not leaving a single trace behind.
So, her baths were usually very long.
Under normal circumstances, it was at least an hour, and if she felt that she was dirty, it would be at least two hours.
After a while, Roland walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door. He then said in a low voice, "Marilyn, come out. I have something to tell you."
In the bathroom, Marilyn was wiping herself. Hearing that, her tail bristled. She stammered, "M-M-Master … Do you want me to serve you in bed?"
Marilyn trusted Roland a lot.
But this was the first time that Roland had come to talk to her while she was taking a bath.
Besides, her master had asked the catgirl to come out while she was taking a bath. What else could it be?
The catgirl was so cute and beautiful that it would be strange if a man wasn't tempted and turned into an evil monster.
"No, what are you thinking about in your head?" Roland felt that there was something wrong with this werecat's intelligence. She seemed to be even dumber than when they first met. Could it be that there was something wrong with his teaching methods?
Fearfully, Marilyn said, "Master, don't eat me. My breasts aren't as big as the queen's. They won't feel anything for you."
"Put on your clothes and come out!"
Roland was running out of patience, and his tone became heavy.
"Okay."
Marilyn's timid voice echoed. Very soon, she came out of the bathroom.
Her silver hair was still wet, and she looked feeble, as if she had accepted her fate.
Roland approached her.
Covering her flat chest, Marilyn stepped back quickly, but she couldn't move anymore after she hit the wall.
She didn't resist at all.
Roland stood before her.
They were very close, and Marilyn's heart was racing.
Roland leaned forward.
Her body shivered.
"I'll ask you to buy something later. Pretend to be shopping on the street and find a chance to hide in a dark place. Then, you can walk out of the city. The city gate isn't closed yet."
Marilyn raised her head and looked at Roland in surprise. "Aren't we here for a quest?"
"Something's not right." Roland shook his head helplessly. "I considered that before I came, but then I remembered that the Spatial Magic Tower and the Red Magic Tower were allies, and they probably wouldn't do anything rash … In fact, more importantly, I was greedy for their four spell models."
"I don't understand what you're saying, Master." Marilyn smiled softly. "But I'll do whatever you ask me to."
Roland was stunned. Marilyn seemed very gentle and gorgeous at this moment.
A dozen minutes later, Marilyn walked out of the room and turned around naturally. "Master, you asked me to buy three pounds of sweet fruits and two pounds of roast meat, right? Can I buy some things too? "
"Up to you. Don't come back too late."
"Okay." Marilyn skipped away from the hotel, looking rather happy.
Roland threw out a magic spider that was almost completely transparent. It crawled out of the window and followed Marilyn.
As he expected, the magic spider soon saw two ordinary people behind Marilyn.
They were the kind of ordinary people that wouldn't be noticed in a crowd at all.
"I knew it." Roland's eyebrows twitched.
When the elder of the Spatial Magic Tower told him about the white dragon, Roland felt that something was wrong.
For a Legendary Mage, the white dragon might be difficult to kill.
But for a Spatial Magic Tower, the white dragon wasn't difficult to kill.
It was the difference between an individual and an organization.
Even so, the white dragon had survived to this day and came to the city to "feed" every once in a while.
It was normal that the professionals weren't afraid of the white dragon.
But even ordinary people didn't seem to be afraid of the white dragon, which was too unusual.
In any case, Roland planned to leave this place first.
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