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Chapter 336 Soul Chain

Abel told White Cloud to fly lower . He didn’t want to land, but he wanted to make sure that he was close enough to take a better look at the two-foot dragon .

As White Cloud flew in circles in the air above the two-foot dragon, he noticed that there were many scars that were on its body . Its wings were broken, too . Yet, with so many severe injuries, it still chose not to leave the area . Why?

One thing for sure . Whatever intent this pseudo-dragon possessed, it was no threat to him . Abel took an “instantaneous movement” scroll out of his portal bracelet . Whilst holding it in one of his hands, he jumped down from White Cloud when he was about ten meters off the ground .

He decided to leave Black Wind on White Cloud’s back . If the two-foot dragon tried to attack him, he could always teleport back to White Cloud and fly away . The two-foot dragon couldn’t fly, so it couldn’t pursue him in the sky .

When the two-foot dragon saw that it was an elf that was approaching it, it seemed to be a little shocked . Even though Abel had the appearance of an elf, it could also sense the soul of a giant dragon from him . Whatever . Since it was already gravely wounded, it had no choice but to call for whatever help it could get .

“Help!” the two-foot dragon continued to send the same message . It was without the ability couldn’t o articulate itself, but its power of the Will made communication a lot easier .

When Abel made sure that the two-foot dragon posed no threat, he slowly approached it and began to examine its wounds . The two-foot dragon complied . It even turned over to show its stomach, which was the weakest spot on its body .

From what Abel could see, there was a giant arrow that dug into its belly . The arrow also had two hooks on it, which made it impossible to take it out of the wound .

It was a pretty nasty wound . If the two-foot dragon was a giant dragon, it could’ve healed itself with its own saliva . According to the myths, a giant dragon’s saliva was the best medicine there was . It was capable of healing all sorts of wounds . That being said, no one could force a dragon to spit out saliva against its will .

Like the two-foot dragon in front of him, Abel was no giant dragon himself . He couldn’t heal the wound by spitting on it . Still, he had his own methods .

Abel walked towards the two-foot dragon’s back . Then, whilst singing enchantment spells, he began rubbing the pseudo-dragon’s back with his hands . As he did so, a green-looking aura started surging into its body .

The two-foot dragon wasn’t very smart, but it could understand that its body was being strengthened . It could also sense something else, too . Whatever this real-dragon elf person was, he was trying to form a bond, and that bond was starting to grow tighter by the seconds .

Abel was performing the “mount enhancement technique” on the two-foot dragon . Usually, he would never have the chance to do this on a pseudo-dragon . Now that it was this badly hurt (and now that he was technically part-dragon), he found himself the rare chance to tame one .

The two-foot dragon wasn’t sure what the spell that was cast on it could do . The “mount enhancement technique” was used to form a spiritual contract between it and Abel, even though it had no thoughts of doing so . In fact, when Abel first learned to use this technique, he also wasn’t sure of its hidden, yet very impactful effect .

After an hour, Abel could feel that the two-foot dragon was inseparable to him . It was just like White Cloud and Black Wind . This two-foot dragon was now his companion, and it was connected to him through the soul chain .

Speaking of soul chains, he realized that there wasn’t any more capacity left to form new bonds . The two-foot dragon was taking up all the space . If Abel wanted to find more new companions, he would have to keep enhancing his soul .

Actually, if Abel hadn’t already absorbed the essence of a dragon’s crystal, he would’ve died by trying to form a spiritual bond with this two-foot dragon . Perhaps that’s why no one tried to have a two-foot dragon as a mount before . Or, even if they were stupidly brave enough to do so, they would’ve died on their way into Dragon Depth, which was where the pseudo-dragons normally lived .

Now, then . Abel was finally starting to feel safe . After taking out a healing potion from his kong kong spiritual beast bag, he began pouring its content into the two-foot dragon’s mouth .

The healing potion was curing it at a very fast pace, but the arrow remained to be taken out . To take the arrow out, Abel decided to use a small dagger . The wound was already big enough, so all he needed to do was to rip the part that was already open .

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If the healing potion wasn’t continuously healing the two-foot dragon, doing this would’ve made the injury a lot worse . Whenever the blood loss became too much, Abel would feed another healing potion into its mouth .

And alas, It was a painstaking process, but he finally took the whole arrow out . By taking a good look at it, Abel could tell that it was made by the dwarves . In fact, it looked just like the ammunition he had for his giant ballista . It wasn’t this nastily-shaped, per se, but the appearance was very similar

The two-foot dragon was probably too young to be cautious of the dwarves . It probably underestimated how strong they could be . Imagine that . A dragon was flying through a dwarven city that was laid with hundreds of ballistas . It was lucky that it was still alive .

After taking out the giant arrow, Abel took out a large-sized needle from his portal bag . He was using it to sew up the wound . With an opening this big, no amount of dark-gold quality potions would be enough .

Now, the wings . Abel didn’t have any intricate ways of sorting them out, so he just tried to adjust them back into the right shape . It was like fixing a dislocated arm . After putting it back to the right place, all that remained was to wait for it to recover by itself .

When the wound was fully sewed up, the healing potion helped to form a layer of scab on top of it . The two-foot dragon was not quite well yet, but the chance of it dying was significantly declined .

That’s the inconvenient thing of being a dragonkind . Humans, elves, dwarves . They were all weak in comparison to them, but it’s also a lot easier for the medicine to take effect . A dragon’s skin, bones, and organs were all much larger and firmer, which made it harder for substances to pass through . It’s the same for even dark-golden potions, which Abel had to go to lengths to produce with his Horadric Cube .

The two-foot dragon was still hurt, yes, but Abel was already happy with the idea of owning his own dragon . So far, his only flying mount was White Cloud . White Cloud could fly high, yes, but its speed was a drawback that he could never quite make up for . Because of that, he’s always wanted something faster, like the flying golden mounts that the dwarves trained . In other words, he wanted a mount that he could ride to fight in the air .

Now that the two-foot dragon was an option, forget about how strong it actually was, it was already much faster than most creatures that were capable of flight . Because of how prideful it could be, it was usually impossible to ride on top of it . Abel really got lucky here . There was no doubt about that .

When Abel caressed the scaly skin that was on the two-foot dragon’s body, he tried to make it clear that he wasn’t trying to enslave it . The soul chain was restraining it from ever leaving him, but he wanted to make this relationship as equal and consensual as it could be .

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