Chapter 258: 256 Self-serve Dragon at Hot Pot_1
Translator: 549690339
At this critical mont, the mad fla disaster made an extrely astonishing decision.
He clenched his teeth and suddenly pulled his neck, and then bit his own neck, leaving a large piece of bloody flesh in their dragonhead mouth.
The intense pain temporarily regained control of the numb body of Mad Fla Catastrophe.
However, the wound on his neck had begun to seep green juice, which was obviously deeply poisoned.
But the Mad Fla Disaster didn’t care, or couldn’t see it at all.
Now, while he could still maintain a sober state, he looked at his forefoot held tightly by Otto, his eyes full of madness.
He drew out his other free forefoot and unhesitatingly cut off the front foot restricted by Otto to regain freedom in a desperate manner.
Looking at the mad fla’s disaster, which was constantly retreating with the rapid flapping of the dragon wings, Otto’s eyes couldn’t help but show appreciation.
For this situation, perhaps only words like a true man or a hero’s broken wrist could describe it.
However, while appreciating it, Otto wouldn’t miss a single thing he should do.
It seed that Mad Fla’s disaster had finally figured it out.
The first thing he did after successfully distancing himself from Otto was to change the angle and then flap his dragon wings at the fastest speed.
He still chose to run away.
There was no choice, as he couldn’t win, couldn’t even fight, and certainly couldn’t beat him.
Red dragons are arrogant and wildly conceited, but that doesn’t an they’re stupid and unafraid to die.
When facing an opponent who cannot be defeated no matter what, they will naturally choose the most secure escape plan.
From the previous brief but fierce battle, he finally figured out one thing.
This weird Silver Dragon, although he didn’t know where it ca from, was absolutely not sothing he could defeat.
Before the toxicity on his neck reoccurred, he had to shake off the Silver Dragon and find a hidden place to recover his injuries and expel the extrely fierce poison.
Fortunately, he didn’t know why, but the weird Silver Dragon did not chase after him.
Just like he had attacked it first, it still stood motionless in its original position as if rooted there.
Although it was strange, Mad Fla Disaster had no ti to think about it at this ti, and just flew forward without thinking.
As long as he could get rid of the overwhelmingly powerful Silver Dragon that made him desperate, it didn’t matter who was right or wrong.
Once he found a place to hide and removed the toxins from his body, the wound on his neck would recover quickly.
As for the severed front claw, it might take so effort to find a Goddess of Life’s Priest or sothing, but it’s not impossible to grow back.
Worst-case scenario, he could attach a cool tallic forged dragon claw to himself.
He had heard that the half-disabled bastard Lars Lait had planned to do this back then.
Speaking of Storm Titan, Mad Fla Catastrophe also found it strange.
One day, the bastard suddenly left the Wilderness with a large group of followers, and there hasn’t been any news since.
Although legend has it that he’s dead, Mad Fla Disaster is still in a state of doubt. This is why he didn’t imdiately subdue the entire Wilderness under his control.
Putting these things aside, after flying for a long ti, he finally found a good foothold.
It was a crevice between the peaks of two volcanoes, wide and large enough to accommodate a 20-ter-long Red Dragon.
More importantly, there was thick and viscous lava flowing at the bottom of the crevice, which was a very comfortable place for Red Dragons.
After looking around and making sure that there were no better places nearby to hide, Mad Fla Disaster plunged down.
Truth be told, he was almost at his limit at this point.
With his vigorous exertions, the intense poison in his neck had rapidly spread throughout his entire body.
With the formidable physique of the legendary Red Dragon, although it isn’t lethal, there is a possibility of him losing consciousness at any mont.
Even now, his head is groggy, and he might fall into a coma in the next second.
Just as he continually descended, about to be subrged in the lava, he suddenly flapped his wings to stabilize his body, and his head was instantly awakened by the shock.
“Sorry, it’s full occupancy here!”
In the incredulous gaze of Mad Fla Disaster, Otto stretched lazily in the rolling lava below and then greeted him.
“How? how is this possible!”
Mad Fla Disaster suddenly felt a chill in his tail, even though he was in such an extrely hot place.
“What’s impossible about it?”
Otto looked at him with amusent, not in any rush.
“You, when did you co here?”
The confused Mad Fla Disaster seed hesitant, unsure whether to go down or not, fluttering his wings in place, not knowing what to do.
“No, wait! You didn’t pursue before, so why are you here?”
He finally realized sothing was wrong and looked at Otto with a twisted face, eager for an answer.
But Otto just smiled faintly and said, “You want to know? but I won’t tell you. What can you do to ?”
“Bastard!”
Unable to bear it any longer, Mad Fla Disaster roared and splashed towards Otto, but in the middle, he felt his limbs stiffen.
Then, even the speed of flapping his dragon wings on his back beca slower and slower until he stopped completely.
The toxins that had been injected into his body from the wound on his neck had completely spread throughout his body, stripping him of any ability to act.
Previously, Otto wasn’t chatting with him simply for amusent, but was waiting for this very mont.
Although he could easily kill the legendary Red Dragon, why not save so effort if he could?
“I won’t accept this!”
In the resentful growl, the 20-ter-long body of Mad Fla Disaster weakly fell from the sky into the lava below.
After exploding the surface of the lava, several bubbles continuously ca up from beneath.
For Red Dragons, the hot and terrifying magma is no different from a hot spring.
Naturally, Mad Fla Disaster is no exception, and the toxins injected into his body can only deprive him of his ability to act, not kill him completely.
So, in the end, the one to take action or rather bite down had to be Otto.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Can this be considered as self-served Dragon at hotpot?”
Looking down at the boiling hot lava below, Otto’s face had an unusual smile.
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