It may be beautiful to die in the prime of one's youth.
Liszt did not care about Paris's thoughts. Sooner or later, he would study Paris's identity as a Black Dragon, which would be a good inspiration and guidance for the application of dragon magic. Black Dragon or White Dragon are somewhat evil to humans, but they seem to be good for dragons.
According to Paris, if she does not change, she will be swallowed by the magic of the Light Dragon and eventually return to the Light Dragon. Being a Black Dragon seems to be a way of cultivation. If the little Fire Dragon Leo can learn it and sprinkle three thousand drops of blood … to create three thousand Black Dragons, wouldn't his growth be rapid?
Of course.
For the time being, Liszt has not even finished riding a dragon. It is still too early to solve the secret of the Black Dragon.
After resting for a night in Port Town, he rode the colorful whale Lolth early the next morning and swam to the beach at the southwest end of Coral Island, which was the territory of the Purple Sand Crocodile.
"I don't know if that World of Warcraft has hunted the Purple Sand Crocodile. If the hunt is over, then it will be in vain."
The beach where the Purple Sand Crocodile inhabits is very large, but for Liszt, having Magic Eyes is equivalent to being equipped with a radar, and it is easy to find the whereabouts of the Purple Sand Crocodile.
It is lurking in the sea at the edge of the beach and has not been hunted.
Liszt did not disturb it, but waited by the side. "Where is the Advanced World of Warcraft?" He looked around and did not see the smoke mission prompt of the Advanced World of Warcraft.
Fortunately, he has enough patience.
Two hours passed in a blink of an eye.
When the sun was high, the Purple Sand Crocodile finally could not stay in the sea and began to climb ashore. There are many unknown trees growing on this beach, and the Purple Sand Crocodile has a large range of activities, all the way along the beach to the depths of the forest. Liszt motioned for Lolth to wait on the shore, and he hurried to follow the Purple Sand Crocodile.
After a while.
The Purple Sand Crocodile crossed the beach and mud and turned into a swamp lake. Its huge body quickly merged with the mud, leaving only its head above the water, waiting for the arrival of its prey.
Liszt climbed a tree not far away, acting as the hunter of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, waiting for the high-level magical beast to come.
In a flash.
Noon arrived, but the Purple Sand Crocodiles still hadn't found their prey. They were still waiting, and Advanced World of Warcraft still hadn't appeared. Liszt was still not in a hurry. He took out the lunch that he had prepared and began to eat on the tree. He usually ate delicately and enjoyed his meals, but that did not mean that he could not endure hardship.
He just wasn't used to it.
When dining in the castle, one had to be clean and hygienic. After eating a dish, one had to wipe one's hands, drink a mouthful of wine, and maintain one's demeanor. At the same time, one would not let the taste of the previous dish mix with the next dish. Eating in the wild, one could only rely on one's own hands. Their hands were covered in grease, and it was not convenient to taste wine.
In short, the taste of the food and the atmosphere of the meal would be greatly reduced.
Gradually.
The sun began to tilt.
Liszt, who was leaning against the tree trunk, almost dozed off. At this moment, he cast Magic Eyes and habitually scanned the surroundings, only to be taken aback. At some point in time, a behemoth outlined by red magic power had appeared at the edge of the swamp.
It was in the shape of a bird, hiding in the bushes on the edge of the swamp.
Dispelling the Magic Eyes, Liszt, who was in high spirits, observed the fire attribute Advanced World of Warcraft with his naked eye. Compared to the surrounding trees, the ten-meter-tall tree only reached the position of its neck, which meant that it stood at a height of a dozen meters. It had grayish-brown feathers, and without looking at its head and neck, it looked like a large stork.
However, looking at its thick neck and the huge head on its neck, it was far from a stork.
In particular, the huge beak, which was flaxen and covered with brown spots, looked like a huge boot.
This reminded Liszt of the stupid big bird he had seen in an online video — the Whale-Headed Stork. The Whale-Headed Stork in the video, when feeding it small fish, actually dropped the small fish from its mouth several times. It was really stupid, no wonder it was said to be extinct.
The Advanced World of Warcraft in front of him was obviously not comparable to the Whale-Headed Stork. Although it looked similar, its posture and momentum were not angry, and the rich red magic power also showed its strength.
It stood in the bushes.
Motionless.
Its sharp eyes stared at the Purple Sand Crocodile in the swamp without blinking.
Time passed, hour by hour …
"I might as well call you Boot-Billed Giant Stork. Your beak does look like a boot, and your body looks like a stork. Combined with your huge body size, this name perfectly sums up everything about you." Liszt gave the bird a name out of boredom. When he finished, the sky was almost dark.
In the few hours of the afternoon, the Purple Sand Crocodile still had not seen its prey, and the Boothead Stork was still standing in the bushes, patiently waiting.
It had to be said.
The patience of animals in hunting was indeed very strong.
He couldn't help but think of himself driving a prey to the Purple Sand Crocodile, and then baiting the Boothead Stork to hunt the Purple Sand Crocodile. Or, he could be more violent and directly rush over to fight with the Boothead Stork. Who cares what Advanced World of Warcraft it is, he could directly hunt it down.
"Forget it, let's wait a little longer. There is enough time, there is no need to take risks."
Just as he thought of this.
The situation suddenly changed. With a few grunts of boars, two fat Thundertusk Wild Boars ran over and led a few smaller Thundertusk Wild Boars toward the swamp area. The Thundertusk Boars were low-level World of Warcraft of the Thunder Element and could cast the spell Lightning Flash.
Back in Thorns Ridge, Liszt worked together with the Knight to hunt the Thundertusk Boars. They had thick skin and thick flesh, making them difficult to deal with.
As soon as the Thundertusk Boars entered the swamp, they began rolling around in the mud, snorting and snorting happily, not knowing that they were approaching the Grim Reaper. Finally, a large Thundertusk Boar rolled to a spot not far from the Purple Sand Crocodile. In the next second, the Purple Sand Crocodile pounced.
It opened its huge mouth and bit the Thundertusk Boar. It twisted its body and threw the Thundertusk Boar into the swamp.
"Snort!"
"Ang!"
The remaining Thundertusk Boars fled in panic, but the Purple Sand Crocodile did not care about them. The Thundertusk Boar that weighed a ton was enough for it to enjoy a sumptuous meal. But just like the Thundertusk Boar, the Purple Sand Crocodile did not realize that it was not at the top of the food chain.
Just when it was numbed by the Thundertusk Boar's Lightning Flash and had no choice but to surface, the Bootlace Stork, which had been hiding in the bushes for a long time, quickly attacked.
It spread its wings and strode forward with its long legs. Its huge beak, shaped like a boot, shot out like lightning and started pecking at the Purple Sand Crocodile's head.
A huge fireball was brewing in its beak. This was an advanced spell, Super Fireball. Every time it pecked the Purple Sand Crocodile's head, the Super Fireball would hit, almost burning the Purple Sand Crocodile's head. When it flapped its wings, it released another advanced spell, Flame Slash, which ruthlessly hacked at the Purple Sand Crocodile's body.
The Purple Sand Crocodile hurriedly shook off the half-dead Thundertusk Boar, opened its mouth and spat out its advanced spell, Water Wave Shield, to protect itself. Then, it released the advanced spell, Water Arrow Volley, to counterattack the Bootlace Stork. As an intermediate spell in World of Warcraft, it was much bigger than the Bootlace Stork.
Its counterattack was also very fierce.
But it was powerless to change its fate.
The Boot-Beaked Stork moved nimbly, continuously releasing all kinds of spells as it moved. Chain of Fireballs, Resistant Ring of Fire, Flame Slash, Super Large Fireballs, Flame Tornado, Dancing Fire Snake … It was like a moving magic cannon, mercilessly attacking the Purple Sand Crocodile. In the end, it broke the Water Wave Shield and burned the Purple Sand Crocodile.
Its huge beak did not forget to peck at the Purple Sand Crocodile's head. Its goal was clear, it wanted to smash open the Purple Sand Crocodile's head. The Purple Sand Crocodile's skin was too thick, and its magic barbecue was obviously not enough to cook it.
"Gugu …"
The Purple Sand Crocodile howled in pain, but no matter how it rolled, it could not stop the Bootlace Stork from making a hole in its head. Soon, its skull cracked, and even its brain matter splattered out.
The howling gradually stopped, and the Purple Sand Crocodile could only twitch its body.
The Bootlace Stork flapped its wings and let out a strange cry of satisfaction, preparing to enjoy today's feast in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Whoosh!"
Liszt, who was standing on the tree and watching the amazing hunting scene, jumped down from the tree. He suddenly pulled out the Sky Cutter Greatsword, channeled the Dragon's Aura in his body, stomped on the ground, and soared into the sky like a sharp arrow. Then, wrapped in a huge amount of Dragon's Aura, he cast a skill from the Rising Red Sun, "Sunset Fall".
Together with the setting sun, he swooped down towards the Bootlace Stork.
Now!
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