The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life Chapter 173: The Summoner is a hard class!

"Roar." The size of the hatchling karmic dragon was fifteen ters long, wrapped in red scales, emitting a fiery glow. It was a lot smaller compared to the water dragon before, but none of the No. 27 players dared look down on it as it let out crimson fire. One could feel the temperature even from miles away.

Their only question was, Why did a dragon appear on that mountain peak again? Is there sothing special about it? Players were itching to know. Could it be a wind, earth, or golden dragon will appear next ti?

anwhile, a certain soone was doing a mass roasting operation. The scent of roasted, unseasoned barbecue wafted under Aunt He and the natives, Long Haoran, Little Ginseng, and Li Chunhua’s noses.

"So good." Li Chunhua spoke dreamily while licking her lips. Not only was this fellow powerful, but his fire might make the roast at even better!

"Roar." (You dare to ruin my magic wand! Compensate !) The karmic dragon angrily spit out fire at the injured boss, lting the ice armor it just activated.

The boss bellowed in pain and unleashed a series of ice attacks using its remaining mana towards the dragon in the air, but those ice thorns, blizzards, ice beam, ice prison, and ice bomb just lted upon contact with the fire.

The boss croc wanted to escape through digging, but the ground beneath its feet was filled with karmic fire, eating his flesh every second. Even devouring his descendants, he could not reverse the situation and it only prolong his torture.

A series of damage screens appeared on top of the boss, as well as those that got involved. The dragon didn’t let anyone escape, and, surprisingly, the fire that was devastating the surroundings intentionally missed the territory and the three.

Long Haoran was ready to escape with her, but when observing this strange phenonon, he cald down and only watched out for those crocs that might use the opportunity to sneak attack, but so far the latter were only focused on escaping, prompting him to sneak a glance at the woman who was staring at the dragon with admiration.

[Dumpling Duke]: Are summoners powerful?

[Great Romantic Sage]: Don’t make laugh, brother. From what I have seen in the global chat, summoners were actually regretting their choices because, before they can have monsters fight for them, they must ta them first. Additionally, the success of the taming ritual is below fifty percent, with the risk of suffering backlash and injuries if the monster’s stats are higher than those of the summoner.

[Great Romantic Sage]: Not to ntion, if the summoner’s monster died, it would really be dead, unlike the summoner profession in the ga. Summoners also needed to provide food resources for their summons, and if they were unable to, they would either be eaten or betrayed.

[Great Romantic Sage]: By the way, why do you ask about it, brother?

Long Haoran didn’t answer and raised another question instead.

[Dumpling Duke]: What is the possibility of taming a dragon?

There was a three-second silence on the other end until Long Haoran heard a burst of laughter.

[Great Romantic Sage]: You must be joking. The chances are null. Those creatures are elusive and never contacted with humans. Not to ntion, this is a cruel world, and if ever there is one, I’ll eat my keyboard.

Long Zurui continued to laugh until he saw a picture of the dragon sent by his brother.

"..." Holy Mackerel!

He wanted to bash that it was Photoshop, but when he recalled that there’s no such function in this world and his brother was a techo-caveman who didn’t even have a smart phone and only used a keypad version, Long Zurui was dumbfounded.

He checked the global chat and saw so of those lucky no. 27 dudes posting blurry pictures. Though it was unclear, Zurui could still make out the features of a red dragon in the sky. His expression turned to reverence, and he hurriedly sent out ssages regarding this person’s identity and to get his autograph.

With that autograph, he can sell them as rchandise and get rich!

Long Haoran frowned.

[Dumpling Duke]: Don’t tell anyone, or you’ll eat instant noodles in the future.

Long Zurui was tongue-tied at the way his brother was defending the other side.

[Great Romantic Sage]: Brother, you’re so ruthless. Now that I’m not by your side, you’re beginning to be cozy with a stranger. Who’s this little three? I want to have a match with him!

Long Haoran closed the chat interface.

This woman might attract unwanted attention and get into trouble. The tallest trees catch the most wind. That is why his restaurant closed down.

But, what exactly are you hiding? And why is she not hiding these in front of him? These things—her territory, the resources—if it were any greedy person, they wouldn’t calm down and would rob her. Long Haoran’s eyes were fixated on her.

"Spare ! Please spare ! I will give you all I have! I have many treasures in my lair!" There was not a single croc left for it to devour, and its HP only had 500 left. It weakly sprawled on the scorched ground, unable to move, and begged the dragon for amnesty.

The dragon stopped roasting the boss and stared at its master, waiting for her verdict.

Li Chunhua also regained her senses when she heard the treasures. Although she had a map, maybe there is a resource that is hidden, just like the cellar of the Emperor Yeti and the egg.

But first...

Li Chunhua squeezed the boss of its remaining mana to make [Ice (1 cubic ter) X56 units] and had it stored in her inventory. Initially, she was planning to appoint it as an ice-making machine, but when she saw its body size, she retracted her idea.

The croc boss even beca weaker and had difficulty speaking as it relayed the contents of his lair, albeit only partly saying the truth. Once he escapes, he’ll recuperate and have his revenge, and he’ll devour that dragon as well and gain its powers.

Unfortunately, after keeping his promise, Li Chunhua ordered. "Alright, I’m done. Roast him."

"You! Ahh!" The boss could only let out its last cry as the karmic dragon burned it alive to ashes.

[-500]

The white ashes dispersed into nothingness. So many loots appeared on the scorched ground.