dmims Chapter 318 Two Dragons
Chapter 318 Two Dragons
Chapter 318 Double Dragon
The Hungarian Horntail Dragon flapped its wings at a very fast speed several times, and finally it could no longer endure the powerful threat at such a close distance. A dragon roar full of brutality and shock rang out, and the cruelty in its big yellow eyes reached its extreme.
She took the initiative and pounced on the creature that she could not understand and now had a sense of similarity.
The shape, skeleton and other delicate parts were roughly deformed, and Allison's body expanded rapidly, like a ball that was compressed and rebounded, and in an instant it had reached the same height of nearly 50 feet.
Its appearance is similar to that of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon, and both are strong female fire dragons. Among fire dragons, the egg-laying females are responsible for giving birth to offspring and protecting the territory. Their body shape is similar to that of many birds of prey, with females being stronger than males.
However, Alison's eyes retained her human characteristics, with clear, heterochromatic pupils. Her neck and spikes also became a large area of densely packed red protruding bone spurs, as well as tightly-fitting, smooth, and dazzling scales, due to her long red hair.
Colorful shining Hungarian Horntail Dragon!
Ninety-nine percent, rare item!
As for where the wand is...
What a joke! Fighting requires a magic wand, only real punches can really help!
Alison is fifteen years old, three years away from adulthood.
Converted into the age of a fire dragon, it is almost a sub-adult teenage fire dragon who has been kicked out of his home and wants to occupy his own territory and fight for his own kingdom.
After the transformation into a bright fire dragon with a red neck was completed, it folded its wings to protect its vital parts when faced with an old lady of its own kind who rushed over to bite it and spit fire.
There was a flash of cruelty in her eyes. She dodged to the side, bit the thin bone of the opponent's wing with her fine fangs, and tore it apart with vicious and brutal force...
The wizards of all sizes in the audience were now breathing heavily and trembling with fear, unable to make any meaningless noise to watch the fun.
The referees in the referee's booth also fell silent, with different expressions on their faces. Some of them glanced at Bagman, who seemed to have known the inside story before.
The Hungarian Horntail's shrill scream echoed throughout the venue.
Have you ever eaten a whole chicken?
It is a similar process to tearing off a chicken wing.
Use your fingers like pliers to firmly grip the part where the chicken wing is connected to the chicken body, fold the wing in the opposite direction, wait until the bone comes out, and then exert force suddenly to tear the skin and flesh apart.
Accompanied by a slight "hissing" sound, the chicken wings will be torn off.
Sometimes, you can still see some blood and fascia remaining at the base of the chicken wings.
Very smooth process.
That's what Alison did. She pressed the Hungarian Horntail with her claws and tore off one of its wings.
Blood splattered onto the surrounding rugged rocks like scattered flowers, and then the broken wings covered with bright red flesh and blood fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
During the struggle, a long column of flame as long as 50 feet was spewed out by the beast subconsciously in severe pain. As it rolled without aim, it drew a very beautiful arc in the air and brushed past the wooden railings, but it was still a trapped beast fighting and could not be freed.
Alison's sharp, twisted, deformed, ferocious dragon head emitted a murderous glow under the reflection of the flames.
Now it is not as simple as fighting to drive away the opponent's territorial threats!
Under the threat of death, the ferocity of the Hungarian Horntail was fully aroused.
She didn't care about her beloved nest of dragon eggs, but just stared at the intruder, and her spiky tail lashed at Alison as quickly as a whip.
Alison endured the longest spikes piercing through the scales, tearing several long bloody wounds of varying depths on her back and scraping off some of her flesh. The loss of flesh and blood caused a large amount of dragon blood to continuously flow out, rolling down the smooth black scales.
Actually, it doesn’t hurt that much.
It was as if the pain was blocked.
It was a familiar feeling that I had experienced countless times in the past.
She was now only filled with excitement, but she was also quite calm as she carried out her battle plan like a machine, as if her whole body was torn apart.
Why are humans called Homo erectus horribilis?
Normally, people who are so exhausted that they are out of breath after taking two steps of exercise cannot beat other animals, simply because they are afraid of getting hurt - this is a warning engraved in their genes during millions of years of evolution in nature, to avoid dangers as safely as possible.
When it really comes to a life-and-death fight, with adrenaline pumping high, the pain is blocked, potential is stimulated, and amazing strength and speed can be displayed.
Just imagine a species that, when the weather gets cold, subconsciously thinks of peeling off the skin of other animals and putting it on to keep warm, instead of evolving its own warm hair. How horrible is that?
The same is true in the wizarding world. Even the most brutal fire dragon, in the eyes of wizards, is just a competition prop that can be moved at will with a few more people, and it is a living material made of dragon blood, dragon skin and dragon bones.
Now, Alison was exchanging injuries for injuries, injuring one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of her own.
But it's worth it in the end.
Alison took advantage of the bird's tumbling and struggling to step on the creamy white belly of the old aunt who could no longer fly. Her cold sharp teeth avoided the long spikes on the back of her neck and bit her throat tightly.
The dragon's tail, which also had sharp spikes, was like a steel knife, maliciously cutting through the softest and most scaled belly.
Scales as hard as steel were scattered, mixed with a large amount of dragon blood, gathering into a pool of blood under the two dragons, and even pink organs flowed down.
The Hungarian Horntail seemed to have had its brain sobered by the close-range death, and it came out of its anger. Fear and retreat flashed instinctively in its yellow, ferocious eyes, and it desperately squeezed out two mournful roars and howls from its almost suffocated throat.
But it's too late.
And Alison came here for a fight to the death.
Do they have any grudge?
of course not.
But when the opportunity arises, Alison will kill if she wants to.
Put it in a more literary way.
She just wanted to make the powerful life disappear and use death to sacrifice her boiling and brutal blood.
Under Alison's pressure, the fangs finally pierced the fire dragon's neck.
In an instant, a large amount of dragon blood gushed out from the penetrating wound.
Most of the fresh, hot, sweet blood flowed into his mouth, bringing more comfort and satisfaction to his lips and teeth that were already filled with shredded meat.
The sub-adult fire dragon's clear and beautiful vertical pupils showed the relaxation and obsession that only comes after a hearty fight to the death.
The struggling movements of the fire dragon under her feet gradually became weaker, with powerlessness and coldness caused by excessive blood loss.
The body temperature of a fire dragon is hotter than that of ordinary creatures because it has flames in its body and can spit fire all the time.
If it gets cold, the only possibility is... death.
Before dying - perhaps as death is near, the mind becomes much clearer - the Hungarian Horntail Dragon, which was ferocious and violent a few minutes ago, turned its calm and gray yellow vertical pupils towards its most beloved nest of dragon eggs.
The defeated stared at them with great longing, wailed in despair, and breathed his last.
The killing ended quickly, in just a few minutes. It was basically just a few rounds of fighting between two equally high-attack and high-sensitivity players.
The people watching from high places around could not stop trembling because of the entanglement and struggle between two huge, living active volcanoes. They felt an instinctive fear and recoiled at the sight of ferocious predators.
No one thought this kind of game would encounter such a situation.
No one dared to think about it.
It is extremely difficult to face a dragon alone and survive.
What's more, this kind of fight does not rely on magic at all, it is purely the most primitive and wildest fight.
Wizards rarely see such bloody scenes. Even attacks caused by black magic are often mental or implicit physical injuries - such as the Cruciatus Curse, the Guts Extraction Curse, the Skull Dilation Curse and the like - direct physical injuries will not be as bloody as Muggle torture.
Shenfeng Wuying can only cut off an ear~
For a moment, many young wizards in the lower grades were frightened and stunned, as if they had lost their souls.
"Roar--"
The loud and excited dragon roar sounded, heralding the glory of the winner in this battle!
The red-necked female fire dragon stretched out her long, slender neck like a lizard dinosaur, and let out a thunderous howl from her throat that lingered for a long time and soared into the sky, and her wide wings suddenly spread out.
In the process of this roar, the loser's limp, pierced neck fell down and lay lifeless on the jagged rocks.
The dark audience was in total silence, almost suffocating.
After a long time, the referee's seat was the first to react.
"Merlin!"
Professor McGonagall screamed and dropped the teacup in her hand, spilling tea onto the floor. The cup fragments were scattered all over the floor with a crisp sound.
She didn't care about all that. She stood up, held onto the railing, and looked with shock at the sub-adult fire dragon in the center of the venue, who was calm and brutal, yet as dazzling as the sun.
Although Animagus will retain some of the instincts of related creatures when they transform, isn't Alison's a bit too much...
Bagman also screamed miserably and collapsed on the chair, his muscles almost limp to the ground, as if he was the one who was bitten to death.
Ugh! That Hungarian Horntail didn't make it! She's dead!
A rented dragon died!!
It’s still the biggest, most expensive and most dangerous one!!!
What? The real competition is to fight the dragon under its nose and get the golden egg mixed in with the dragon's eggs, not to kill the dragon?!
When the two fire dragons started biting each other, no one remembered what the game was about.
The unfortunate Bagman forgot to stop it and even had a serious accident during the game - he even forgot to give the commentary introduction.
As a result, the fire dragon died within just a few minutes.
Let me ask again! Who is being tested by letting Miss Grindelwald participate in the competition as a warrior?
Is it him, or is it that Hungarian Horntail Dragon? !
Pull black!
if you can!!
Block them all!!!
It would be best if Hogwarts, this unfortunate place where Miss Grindelwald exists, was also blacklisted!
Bagman was slow to respond, so the elder Malfoy had to poke his colleague from underneath with his snake-head cane.
Finally coming to his senses, Bagman clapped his hands in a daze, and then mechanically announced the result as he had before.
"...Congratulations!... Let us congratulate Miss Grindelwald for winning the game..."
But at this moment, no one was in the mood to applaud.
Everyone was frozen and speechless.
Even the Slytherin little snakes, who were always intimidated by Alison's majesty and laughed without thinking, fell silent, their faces turned pale, and they huddled together in fear.
The teenage fire dragon transformed from the youngest warrior was covered in blood.
Its face, claws, and even the tip of its tail were all wet, dripping with blood, and even bits of bright red and tender meat and internal organs.
The huge and broken dragon corpse was lying on the stone ground. The thick and sticky smell of blood filled the air, making people suffocate.
A pair of bloody and brutal vertical pupils of different colors arrogantly and gracefully followed the fire dragon's turn of its head, scanning all the onlookers.
Clearly, it was a situation viewed from below, like being watched by onlookers at a beast fight, but under the performance of this brutal warrior, it became as if he was looking down from above and selecting the next prey.
Many people trembled silently, lowered their heads, took deep breaths, and dared not look her in the eye.
Alison shook the tip of her tail lacking interest. She had just warmed up when she yawned, spitting out a few sparks. Her dragon body shrank and twisted rapidly, and finally turned back into a little red-haired wizard.
There were still bleeding wounds on her back from being scraped, but it didn't matter. In the wizarding world, physical injuries were a minor problem. A healing spell or a bottle of distilled essence would fix it.
"Healed like new~"
Alison recovered belatedly and felt a little pain. She waved her wand and healed the wound on her back.
Ollivander, who was previously responsible for testing the wands, was also invited to watch the competition upstairs. At this moment, his large light-colored eyes were staring at her.
It seems that this lady didn't use the yew wood wand that is good at combat throughout the whole process, right?
Just a simple healing spell after the game?!
Is this a real wizard?!
She recovered into her miniature human form - even though she was actually quite tall, she was still a dwarf in front of the gigantic, 15-meter-tall corpse of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon.
This contrast made the wizards above feel even more outrageous.
Small body, big energy?
The brutal and violent fire dragon disappeared, and people's reaction seemed to be delayed.
"vomit--"
Someone in the corner couldn't help vomiting, and several people were vomiting in succession.
Everyone had lunch not long ago!
The nearest wizards all looked pale, and some even patted their chests in shock, not daring to think about the terrifying and almost suffocating scene a few minutes ago.
"…Please give the scores, judges."
Bagman's tone was erratic, but he still followed the game procedures professionally.
The referees looked at each other in exhaustion.
Lucius, who had already supported the Dumbledore family, raised his hand first, raised his snake-headed cane, sprayed out the score, and gave a direct 10.
The full score is ten.
Kraft was a core saint, and Allison was his daughter, so he naturally had no hesitation and gave her a full score as well.
Bagman followed the crowd and gave it full marks - even though he was screaming for the dragon's death in his heart, he couldn't afford to offend Alison.