In the dungeon of the Iron-Melting city.
The giant dragons captured by the Snow Kingdom were all imprisoned here, also including the five level-8 giant dragons that Mike had personally caught before.
Today, Mike came here to choose a suitable target from the giant dragons to condense his second dragon pattern.
But as soon as Mike came over, he found that someone had gotten ahead of him.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the depths of the dungeon, Drogon was lying on the ice giant dragon and working hard. The sound of the dragon's breath was like muffled thunder.
The ice giant dragon's magic power and mobility were firmly imprisoned, and now it could only bear the "whipping" of Drogon.
Seeing this, Mike rubbed his forehead and shouted angrily:
"Drogon, I told you to hunt the marine magical beasts on the sea, didn't I?"
"Roar!"
Drogon was in a good mood. At this moment, Mike's sudden yell almost frightened Drogon to be impotent.