Evil dragon has a warm heart
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Chapter 296: Chapter 295: Like Ma Long Chapter 296: Chapter 295: Like Ma Long On the way back, Russell could clearly feel the retreat of the ice age and the arrival of the warm season.

The snow that had originally buried the thighs on the snowfield had quietly melted away, leaving only a layer that barely covered the calves.

Of course, the true foundation of the snowfield is the ancient ice sheet that has never melted, regardless of ice age or warm season. Only the warmth of the Volcanic Oasis, along with a few Warm Enclaves, Cold Spring Points, and the Snow Forest, could melt the ice sheet.

“Hape, show me your magic,” Russell, unable to wait any longer on the road, was eager to understand the mysteries of the Illusionary Beast Pseudo-Dragon Successor.

“Gua’er,” The Pseudo-Harpy Dragon Hape called out indifferently.

To tell the truth, this “Gua’er” sounded as comical as Unicorn Polly’s “Rush” cry, which didn’t match their beautiful appearance. Of course, most of the time, Polly and Hape did not like to call out.

In the moment Russell’s mind wandered,

Hape had already begun to unleash its magic. With a violent flap of its wings, a furious wind rose from beneath them, as if summoning a hurricane more intense than a tornado.

The snow on the ground was directly hit by the hurricane and then all the frozen snow was blown away in an instant, exposing the ice sheet below. However, the hurricane continued until the ice sheet was torn apart, revealing soil that had not seen sunlight for a million years.

It was then that Hape calmly settled its wings and glided gently in mid-air.

“Jiji?”

Red-eyed Rat King Jerry looked at the huge pit created by the hurricane before him, its little red eyes almost popping out. When he looked up at Hape again, a deep fear flickered in those small red eyes—this power was too much for a rat.

Even Polly was somewhat astonished by the power of Hape’s magic.

As for Russell, he was so shocked that he couldn’t close his mouth, “That strong? No, no, Hape, wasn’t your magic before the Wind Wall Skill?”

A few days ago, when Jerry tried to provoke Hape with the Magic-Bloodthirsty Flicker in an attempt to ambush, he ended up hitting a wall of air. At that time, Russell thought Hape’s magic was a Wind Wall Skill similar to Fighting Spirit Armor.

Hape looked at Russell with a flicker of confusion in its amber eyes: “Gua’er?”

Russell also looked at Hape, and after a long stare, he came to a realization, “Are you saying, you have two types of magic?”

In midair, Hape nodded slightly.

Russell suddenly reached out, bringing his forefinger and middle finger together, “Come closer, Hape, let me try your Wind Wall Skill.”

“Gua’er.”

“Be careful!” Russell immediately used the Six Meridian Sword Technique without the need for any weapon, and a sword light shot towards Hape.

Then, silently, it collided with the air wall around Hape and vanished without a trace.

At that moment, Russell finally confirmed, “Hape, you really do have two fixed magics, one is the Wind Wall Skill, and the other, that hurricane… let’s call it the Hurricane Skill. The Hurricane Skill is active, while the Wind Wall Skill appears to be passive.”

With that, he turned sharply towards Polly seated beneath him, his eyes sparkling.

Polly also had two fixed magics, one passive—Wind Walking Skill, and one active—Wraithwalk.

Moreover, the feather on top of Hape’s head had very peculiar magic patterns, and the horn on Polly’s head had similarly peculiar magic patterns.

“I’ve seen many fantasy beasts, but ones with two fixed magics like Hape and Polly are really rare. And both Polly and Hape have a body part with magic patterns typical of Bipedal Flying Dragons.”

Thinking about this, he immediately said to Polly through mental communication, “Now I’m seriously suspecting that you’re also a Phantom Beast Pseudo-Dragon Heir… Polly, your true identity might not be a unicorn, but a Pseudo-Unicorn Dragon!”

“Is that so? I don’t know though, but the name Pseudo-Unicorn Dragon sounds weird. I still prefer you calling me a unicorn,” Polly said indifferently through mental communication.

It didn’t care much about its False Dragon lineage.

“Hoo!”

Russell took a deep breath and communicated mentally, “When we have time, let’s visit some of the Cold Spring Points and Snow Forests where you have memories, and see if we can find any Pseudo-Dragon Successors related by blood, like a herd of horse-like dragons, for example.”

“I am not a horse, Russell!” said Polly seriously.

“Of course, of course, you’re a unicorn, not a horse—I really do understand that,” Russell hastily offered by way of explanation. “When I mentioned it looks like a horse-dragon, I meant it merely resembles a horse. It’s not an actual horse. Anyway, you should know what I mean.”

“Yes, I know what you mean, Russell, but I am truly not a horse,” Polly insisted emphatically.

“Hmm, well, that is a fact.”

After communicating with Polly for a while, Russell put aside his doubts about her identity and glanced at Hape, who was gliding leisurely.

He decisively called out, “Jerry, speed up!”

“Squeak, squeak!” Jerry exerted as much effort as he could muster, but being a mouse, he was genuinely not adept at running, especially not through the snow.

Not to mention trying to compete in speed with Polly and Hape.

Pressed by Russell’s urging, he opted to use Magic-Bloodthirsty Flicker to expedite his journey. A red glow flickered around him, and his silhouette blinked red in the white snowfield until he finally caught up with Polly and Hape.

But it only lasted for a moment, after roughly twenty teleports covering two kilometers, he was so exhausted that he lay on the snow, panting.

“Jerry, you’ve really disappointed me. Is this all you’re capable of?” Russell said, dismayed. “It seems that strong fantasy beasts can’t be raised in a greenhouse. When we get back, I’ll have Katie take you to the snowfield every day for a run.”

Hearing this, Jerry rolled his eyes and promptly started playing dead.

“If you don’t get up and run, you won’t get any roasted mouse to eat anymore,” Russell said softly.

The next moment, Jerry sprang to his feet and began sprinting across the snowfield—he wasn’t doing this because he loved to eat roasted mouse; he was doing it to save his own mouse family.

…

Returning from Greentown Snow Forest to Wuyao Snake Manor, the people of the territory were once again amazed by the sight of the pure white Pseudo-Harpy Dragon Hape.

Of course, they were only amazed by Hape’s beauty.

As for Russell bringing home a fantasy beast from time to time, Charles and the others had grown quite accustomed to it.

After all,

Everyone had heard about the battlefield of the second downfall, where the Shadowflame Dragon had opened its eyes and gazed at the Lord for quite a while.

To others, “gazed upon by a great dragon” is a blessing; but when directed at Russell, it’s a statement of fact. So wasn’t it only natural for a knight who had truly been gazed upon by a great dragon to frequently bring home fantasy beasts?

“Sir, the Baroness has sent someone with a message requesting that you visit Fluorescent Castle with Rossay after descending the snowfield,” Butler Morris reported.

As to who Rossay was, Butler Morris did not know and did not ask.

Russell had a good idea what it was about and nodded, “Okay, I know… Morris, ask the kitchen to prepare the secret recipe of braised chicken with rice for dinner tonight. That’s what I’ll have for my main dish.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Also, have Mrs. Moore roast some mice, make them tasty… and as for where the mice will come from, ask Jerry to provide them.”

“As you wish, Sir,” Butler Morris replied, bowing before retiring.

Russell then went to the bathroom to take a bath; he’d spent a whole week in Greentown Snow Forest without a place to wash, and he stank.

After bathing and changing into fresh clothes, he picked up the roasted mice prepared by the kitchen.

Russell headed to the terrace garden of Cigar Courtyard, the temporary abode of the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon Hape, which was right there.

“Hape, come, it’s dinner time.”