jdhmnovel Chapter 648: The Blue Dragon Who Was Often Defeaten
Chapter 648: The Blue Dragon Who Was Often Defeaten
Noticing that Alvin was still staring at her and grinning foolishly, Stellagosa's blush on her cheeks not only did not fade, but became even redder, like a ripe apple, and even her slender neck was stained with a light pink.
"What are you looking at?! What are you laughing at?!"
She growled in embarrassment, trying to cover up her inner panic with anger.
She really wanted to immediately regain the coldness and majesty that belonged to the noble Weaver clan, but the feelings between people were so strange. Once the mask used for self-protection was taken off, it became extremely difficult to put it back on tightly.
She even subconsciously wanted to use her noble status as a dragon to suppress him, but this damn guy had been hanging around with dragons for too long!
Not to mention a young blue dragon like her, even if the guardian dragon himself came, he never seemed to show the kind of worshipful awe that a mortal should have.
Encountering such a monster with unfathomable strength and who played completely unconventionally, Stella could only lament in her heart that she must have failed to check the almanac before leaving.
"Honorable Lord Malygos, please protect the poor little star..."
She rubbed her soft blue hair in a self-deprecating manner, muttered prayers in dragon language, tried to ignore Alvin's smiling gaze, turned around and walked deeper into the garden with pretended calmness.
Perhaps because she was uneasy or because she was walking too fast, her toes accidentally tripped on a charred and twisted branch left by Alvin's bombardment.
"oops!"
With a low cry, Stella lost her balance in an instant and fell forward with a scream!
Seeing that exquisite face about to come into close contact with the ground covered with broken crystals and scorch marks——
"careful!"
Alvin reacted extremely quickly, took a step forward, stretched out his arm quickly and powerfully, and grabbed her hand accurately.
A warm force came, and Stella's momentum of falling forward was abruptly stopped. She was frozen in mid-air at an inclined angle, her long hair hanging down like a waterfall, just inches away from those sharp debris.
Alvin's palm was warm and steady, tightly wrapped around her cool, slender fingers. At that moment, time seemed to be stretched, forming a thrilling yet beautiful picture in the air filled with arcane dust.
Alvin used a little force to pull her back to a steady position, speaking with a helpless tone as if he was talking to a child.
"Hey, why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you wait for me? Do you know exactly which direction the next device is? You're just rushing forward like that."
Stella stood firm and quickly withdrew her hand. The warmth of his palm seemed to still remain on her fingertips...
I am done!
Stellagosa cried in her heart,
I made a fool of myself in front of him again!
fall!
Being pulled!
Where's my dignity as a blue dragon?!
It's all broken into pieces!
Why do you always lose your composure in front of him?
Ahhhhh!
The mixed emotions of shame and anger turned her fair face red and white. She pursed her lips tightly, trying to calm her rapid breathing due to fear and embarrassment.
Stella forced herself to remain calm, pointed towards a seemingly ordinary covered bridge deep in the garden, and said stiffly, "You, don't you see the faint arcane light over there? It's such an obvious gathering point for the magic web!"
Alvin followed the direction she pointed, squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a long time, with a confused look on his face.
"Light? No, it looks gray over there, no different from anywhere else."
Stella angrily said, "Of course you can't see it with your mortal eyes! That's the glow created by the abnormal convergence and distortion of the magical lines here! Only we blue dragons, blessed by the Titans, are naturally connected to the magical line and can directly see the magical veins of Azeroth with our own eyes! Have you forgotten?!"
Alvin looked at her cheeks that were slightly puffed up with anger and her blue eyes that were shining with confidence again, and he just found it funny.
At this moment, she no longer looked like the elegant and mysterious blue dragon, but more like the legendary Tyrannosaurus Rex that would explode at the slightest hint of temper.
The two said no more and continued walking forward, one in front and the other behind.
Relying on her vision of the magic network, Stella led Alvin through a messy but no longer threatening garden and stepped onto a white covered bridge with exquisite but weathered elven patterns carved on it.
Under the covered bridge is a sunken square with a closed small door at the end.
After walking across the covered bridge, Stella's eyes gleamed again. She carefully scanned the front, then turned to the right without hesitation to a quieter path.
The path winds through secluded areas, flanked by strange, carefully trimmed shrubs that are also partially encroached upon by arcane crystals.
At its end is the entrance to a palace that, although dilapidated, still reveals its former splendor.
The two stepped in. The interior of the hall was tall and spacious. The remaining murals and sculptures told of its former glory, but now there was only coldness and emptiness.
On the right side of the hall, a wide sloping staircase leads to the upper level.
However, Stella suddenly stopped at the entrance of the hall, and her whole body was stunned as if she was cast under a spell.
Her body stiffened slightly, and her eyes looked straight into the depths of the hall.
Alvin followed behind and found that Miss Blue Dragon in front of him was motionless. He was feeling strange, but saw her slowly and extremely stiffly turn her head.
Stellagosa's cheeks, which had originally turned red due to anger, now lost all their color and turned pale.
Her eyes, like the purest sapphires, were filled with crystal tears, which were rolling helplessly in her eye sockets, and her long eyelashes were trembling violently.
"What's wrong, Stella?"
Poor Miss Blue Dragon raised her slightly trembling finger and pointed to the depths of the hall.
There were some green, translucent figures floating around...
Stella's voice was crying, as thin as a mosquito and full of fear.
"Ghosts... ghosts... so many ghosts..."
Alvin looked in the direction she pointed, and his heart trembled.
I saw many female ghosts wandering in the shadows of the hall.
They have long pointed ears, indicating their identity as elves. Their pale faces vaguely show the beauty they once had in life, but their eyes are empty, as if filled with sadness and resentment.
They were dressed in tattered ancient elf robes, their long hair moving in the wind. The most frightening thing was that they had no legs at all, and were now like vague spirits like smoke, wandering silently in this hall of death.