Chapter 61: The dragon has its own tricks

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If he did, then he felt like a hopeless fool!

As the saying goes, there is no turning back from the bow.

Mediocrity is the greatest original sin in this world!

To be proficient in everything means to be incompetent in everything.

You can never be at the top of the pyramid unless you have taken one path to the extreme.

One might argue that some people in the real world are extremely good at everything.

But have they gone to the extreme? Not one! Not a single one!

In previous generations, which of the great scientists had not spent their entire lives working on one field?

If Rand had done so, it would have been absolutely no good for his own power advancement.

Abuse is fine, but against those same transcendent beings, or legendary dragon species, and later on, the gods, would his advantage still stand out? In the end, it is said that he would only fall into mediocrity.

Both aspects of growth had long been seen through by Rand, who had been a gargoyle for seven or eight years.

The physical growth represented his physical strength, his strength, his magic.

The magical growth, on the other hand, was more like a talent for the study of magic.

It was somewhat like the difference between roots and enlightenment in martial arts and immortal novels.

With a higher magical growth, he might be able to develop and improve spells on his own.

Think of this in terms of a game character.

Physique represents one's all-round basic attributes, and magical growth represents the number of skills, and their strength.

Both, arguably, have their advantages and disadvantages.

But Rand chooses the former.

The base attributes are an all-round boost, leaving the dragon with few shortcomings.

Skills may be available that are extremely powerful, but how embarrassing would it be if he himself was not strong enough to use them?

He has never regretted his initial choice.

The simplest reason remained.

Skills that could be learned from others!

So ... how on earth could he go about learning the kind of powerful spells the Silver Dragon had used not so long ago?

There was no talent on hand that could use it.

Go to that silver dragon and learn it?

It was impossible.

He didn't even know where he'd run off to now, and even if he was across the street from him, there was no way he could teach him!

After all, one of them was a metal dragon and the other was a five-coloured dragon.

And he had just beaten the Silver Dragon up!

The Silver Dragon was sick in the head to help him.

Rand was silent as he looked up at the sky, a turquoise blue sky beneath which was a constant stream of floating white clouds and the occasional bird and beast that flew by.

As he watched, a distress that even Orcs could see surfaced on Rand's dragon face.

"Master! I can't! Let's go catch some human mages! These guys have always been quite clever! Maybe they have a solution!"

The Orc leader, Gew Shattered Skull, suddenly said at that moment.

Rand shuddered, a certain thought instantly clearing his mind, and he whipped his head around to look at the Orc with a gleaming gaze, slapping him repeatedly in delight.

It sent the Orc leader stumbling and almost falling over as he slapped him.

"Well said! Gew! I didn't think you, who is full of straw!

I never thought you'd be so clever! Well said! If we can't do it ourselves, we should just go to the human mages who can!

There's plenty of them anyway! If one doesn't work, then two! If two don't work, then three! Five! Ten! A hundred!

But we're not going to kidnap! We're doing it another way!

You listen up! We should do it this way ... this way ..."

"Brilliant! Not bad for a master!" The half-orc shaman on one side immediately gave a thumbs up.

The little black dragon opened his mouth on the side, suddenly looking at this Orc Shaman with some displeasure, why did he just want to say something, but this old thing said it?

This old thing, is targeting me? Trying to take away my position?

The little female dragon is also stealing glances at this old shaman from time to time.

...........

So it was, a week later.

The sun was high and the sun was shining brightly.

A couple of men in black robes, covering themselves up tightly, were walking along the merchant road from the Hessian Kingdom to the Kingdom of Lain with a couple of middle-aged spellcasters who looked a bit down on their luck.

The caster looked around for a moment and couldn't help but frown and say.

"You say our employers are on this trade route?

But it doesn't look like anyone lives here! Also, I think I heard earlier that there are evil dragons on this road.

Will it be alright to strut around like this?"

"Don't worry, spellcasters! If there really is an evil dragon, how dare we go? Are we not afraid to die?"

One of those who had wrapped themselves up tightly said, his voice sounding a little old.

"Then tell us! How far is the destination anyway?" One of the spellcasters looked a little impatient.

"The destination! It's coming up, well, it's about five kilometres away."

"...

Fine! Then we'll go five kilometres, and if I send you are playing us!

Or I'll use a spell to burn you to death!"

The spellcasters settled in for a threat.

The walk continued for nearly another half hour.

Up until this point, their feet were sore and they were just about to whine a few times.

The black-robed man in front of them finally stopped.

This made several of the spell casters' hearts flutter with joy, before they could say anything.

They saw the black-robed man pull out a wooden stick from his pocket and ignite it, followed by a ball of flame that shot up a hundred metres into the air.

Boom!!!

The flames then exploded violently, making an extremely loud sound that could be heard clearly for at least a few kilometres around.

"Damn it! What are you doing?"

Several spell casters, seeing this, grew more and more uneasy in their hearts and could not help but bark out questions.

Spells of light surged around them, a fine crystal of ice, flame, and pure azure missile coalescing.

"I'm calling out to my master, don't worry, he'll be here soon, don't rush!

Don't you want to finish this mission? Don't you even want that much Kinthal anymore?"

The black-robed man turned around, his tone bland.

"No! Something's not right! We've obviously walked five kilometres! But here, excluding the green forest to the side, there is no habitable place to be seen for kilometres as far as the eye can see!

You bastards! You must be lying to us, right?

How could you choose us without even picking a person for a 100 gentar reward?

But whatever you want to do to us! I can only tell you this! You've chosen the wrong target!

Don't look at me like this, but I'm actually a level 5 caster!"

A caster shouted, regret overwhelming him.

It had been just a short while ago.

This group of damned black-robed men, who had mysteriously found them at the time, who had just been frustrated because they had no money to buy magic materials, pulled out a large bag of gold tal and dangled it in front of his eyes.

They spoke seductive words and prepared dreams for him called fortune!

But now, the dream had broken!

He had come to his senses!

The other spellcasters were on the edge of their seats.