Chapter 133 Thorn Amber Worm
"Jiji." The Red-Eyed Rat King looked at Russell curiously, picking and choosing from a pile of rough stones in the Stonemason's Shop.
It also came over and tried the taste of the stone with its teeth. It was still as sharp as before.
When it was digging holes in the Cave Village, it had a lot of trouble with these stones, so it soon gave up its curiosity about the stones.
Lying at the door of the stonemason's shop, it was bored combing its increasingly shiny hair.
As for Russell, he was still picking from the stones, but he didn't pick them himself. Instead, he chose the stone chosen by Xiao Menglong based on the M-shaped mark on his palm. Although he didn't know what Xiao Menglong had discovered.
But it was definitely not an ordinary thing to be chosen by a dream dragon.
"Could it be an ice soul bead left in the stone?" Russell wondered in his heart while searching for stones.
Because before, Xiao Menglong's M-shaped mark would often burn because of the ice hail beads and ice soul beads in the hands of the knights of the Knights' Order. Especially every time he entered the commander's tent, Baron Roman's Ice Soul Orb made Xiao Menglong salivate.
The M-shaped mark kept burning because of this.
At night, in the dark dream, Russell had to spend a lot of time to stop Xiao Menglong from eating Baron Roman's Ice Soul Orb and the Ice Sleet Orb that the knights had worked so hard to earn.
"If that's the case, it's a big bargain!" Russell was happier and happier as he thought about it, and he was more excited when he searched for stones. "I picked up the Ice Sleet Orb and Ice Soul Orb, Xiao Menglong can eat it without any burden, and he doesn't have to think about stealing it anymore!"
It's not that Russell's moral bottom line is too high.
But stealing other people's Ice Sleet Orb and Ice Soul Orb can easily cause unnecessary trouble. If Xiao Menglong is involved, it will be bad.
Maybe if Baron Roman knows the secret, it won't be a big problem, after all, they are father and son.
But if it is passed on to the Red Castle.
It is hard to imagine how the Shadow Flame family will respond, and the Shadow Flame dragons living in the volcano will never allow a dragon to grow secretly in its territory - as the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain, and how can others sleep soundly beside the bed.
Russell still remembers that when he was a child, he heard Baron Roman sigh privately: "Never imagine dragons as the light of justice, they... are just animals with great power and a certain amount of wisdom."
This is true for dragons, and the same is true for wyverns.
Russell also heard his eldest brother Roland tell stories from the past, saying that when his great-grandfather had just tamed Lord Ross, Lord Ross was still wild, and he did not kill or abuse in the territory. But later, as the contract deepened, Lord Ross gradually understood human nature and became docile.
So Russell must keep the secret of the little dream dragon to prevent the Shadow Flame dragon from discovering it and killing it directly, strangling the little dream dragon in its infancy.
Look for it.
Finally, Russell's hand touched a seemingly ordinary stone, and the M-shaped mark exploded violently, and then faded away.
"This is it!" Russell received Xiao Menglong's reminder.
He quickly lifted up the stone that was about the size of a wash basin, and called the boss who was carving a stone mill not far away: "I'll buy this stone."
"3 copper coins." The boss glanced at Russell and continued his carving.
In fact, this stone is only worth half a copper coin. The stone itself is not valuable. There is a stone mountain nearby. Its value lies entirely in the transportation cost. But since it has entered the stonemason's shop, it must increase some added value.
So the boss asked for 3 copper coins.
Ding ding ding.
Russell took out three copper coins, put them on the table, and left the stonemason's shop with the stone.
"Red Eye, carry it." On the way, he put the big stone on the back of the Red Eye Rat King. This weight can be ignored for the Red Eye Rat King.
Leave the market.
He went to a nearby earth slope, and with the cover of the surrounding grass, Russell rubbed his palms and began to think about how to open the stone.
Indistinctly, there was a sense of excitement of gambling on stones.
Just when he was about to pull out the green ceramic sword and split the stone, he suddenly saw Red Eyes who was doing nothing on the side, and waved: "Come, take a bite."
"Jiji." The Red Eyed Rat King shook his head, and he disliked the stone for rubbing his teeth.
"Take a bite, Red Eyes, you are already a fantasy beast, it is not easy to bite the stone." Russell patted the Red Eyed Rat King's butt.
The Red Eyed Rat King reluctantly opened his mouth, and his two front teeth cut down like a shovel, directly making a gap in the big stone.
"Continue."
"Jiji."
After three or two bites, the Red Eyed Rat King broke the big stone into a pile of stone slag, and then in it, there was a bright orange-yellow transparent stone.
It was only the size of a meatball, not a regular circle. As the big stone broke, a faint magical aura began to flow and dissipate.
"This... is also an amber!" Russell's eyes widened instantly. Compared with the fist-sized amber that wrapped the sword butterfly, this amber was much smaller, but the aura was just as pure. "My second amber worm, is it here?"
If it weren't for Xiao Menglong's M-shaped mark, this amber worm would have been sealed in the big stone forever.
Even if the stonemason carved the big stone into an object, it would be difficult to expose it. It is estimated that it will take countless years for the stone carving to break before it can see the light of day again.
After wiping off the debris on the amber, Russell lifted the amber and looked at the sun to see what small animal was sealed inside.
When the sun shone into the amber, there was only a shriveled thing that was not as big as a fingernail inside the golden and transparent amber.
"It looks like a seed?" Russell didn't know what plant seed it was.
And he was very confused: "Can there be plant seeds in amber, and this seed can actually breed amber worms?"
But he soon felt relieved: "Plants can breed spirit worms, why can't amber? This worm is not that worm."
So.
Next, he immediately began to contract, scratched the tip of his index finger with his fingernail, squeezed out two drops of blood, and dripped them on the amber stone.
In an instant, the blood beads seeped into the amber.
Then Russell's mind had an additional thought, which was different from the breathing sound of the sword butterfly amber worm at the beginning. It was very consistent and smooth, even like some kind of unconscious chaotic state, not like a "worm".
At the same time, he saw that the shriveled seed in the amber stone was plump at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Click.
As the seed became plump and swollen, the amber stone quickly broke into powder, slipped from Russell's fingertips, and was blown away by the breeze and disappeared into the air.
Only the plump seed was left, falling into Russell's palm.
There was not much conscious telepathy, only a vague and chaotic thought, which was transmitted into Russell's mind under the blessing of the power of the contract.
That kind of thought was like a strange moan.
Moaning "sprout", "sprout"...
Then the plump seed really sprouted, it grew tiny roots, and directly pierced into Russell's palm.
No pain was felt.
Russell just watched curiously as the seed took root, cracked, and sprouted, and in a short moment it grew into a tiny thorn.
The thorn was only one finger long, swaying in the wind, and it seemed to be waving to Russell.
The tiny thoughts of "sprout", "sprout" also turned into "sunshine" and "happiness".
"Amber worm..." Russell smiled slightly, his mind flashed, and the next moment, the tiny thorn turned into a ray of light and sank into his palm.
Only the M-shaped mark on the palm was left, glittering; the sesame-sized sword-and-butterfly mark on the edge was dancing; at the same time, at the corner of the M-shaped mark, a thorn mark slightly smaller than the sword-and-butterfly mark appeared.
Like a tiny tentacle, swaying in the wind.