Zambit was really bored, and the old god stick clearly said that he should make his debut next and show off his skills to become a savior, but the great troll warrior was such a big man who boarded the body of the black dragon, but the black dragon was indifferent?

At first, Zambit thought that compared to the huge body of the dragon like a hill, his size was a little too inconspicuous, so he did not attract the attention of the black dragon, but when Zambit came to the head of the black dragon and jumped on the tip of the black dragon's nose with courage, he found that the black dragon's eyes were closed, and the most exaggerated thing was that there was a low snoring sound from the head of the black dragon, and the black dragon actually fell asleep.

Zambit's face suddenly showed a circled expression, not long ago, didn't the black dragon still show off his black dragon dance steps in the air, and from time to time spray the dark dragon flame to create beautiful fireworks in the air to dance for himself?

"Could it be that my appearance is not the right way?" Zambit touched his bare head, and thought to himself: "Is it true that after losing my flowing mane, my attraction has dropped greatly? Or did I lose my precious mane and instead gain the hidden talent of hypnosis because of a blessing in disguise?"

After Zambit was narcissistic for a while, he discovered an important question, why can the black dragon continue to maintain a flying posture during sleep, and even has a tendency to fly higher and higher? The black dragon will not have a "crash" because it flies higher and higher, which eventually leads to excessive hypoxia, right? The most important thing is that as the altitude continues to climb and the surrounding temperature becomes lower and lower, Zambit finds that there is a thin layer of ice on his skin.

Zambit clearly remembered that the task assigned to him by the old god stick was to collect the Dark Dragon Flame, but now the Black Dragon has inexplicably entered a deep sleep, not only does he no longer spit out the Dark Dragon Flame, but even he has a tendency to freeze into popsicles, the plan should not be like this!

Zambit doesn't want to sit back without accomplishments, which definitely tarnishes the image of the great troll warrior. Thinking of this, Zambit began to act.

Zambit took a spear and tentatively poked it into the nostrils of the black dragon under him, and he had the impression that most of the creatures would sneeze when there was a foreign object in their nostrils, and Zambit clearly remembered that when the black dragon sneezed a few times, it would spew out a few wisps of dark dragon flame by the way. Although that level of Dark Dragon Flame would have little effect on restoring the Holy Dragon Flame, the Troll Warrior still wanted to try it, and at the worst of all, it could also warm himself up.

Unfortunately, compared to the black dragon's huge nostrils, the spear that the troll warriors are proud of is not even a toothpick, and the length of about two meters obviously can't scratch the itch of the black dragon. Zambit worked hard for a long time, except for picking out some slimy foreign objects from the nostrils of the black dragon, the black dragon refused to even make a spark.

"Huh? It doesn't seem to work! Damn, if it goes on like this, the black dragon will keep flying into the universe, maybe it's gone! Where did that old god stick go? You come out, I promise not to kill you!" Seeing that the plan failed, Zambit was a little flustered.

Although the black dragon is circling and slowly climbing upward, his body is too large, and after a few circles, he has already come to an altitude of 10,000 meters, and at this speed, it is a matter of time before he enters space. Zambit has not yet advanced to the Holy Realm, and after entering space, there is no oxygen and there is only a dead end, but Coughren did not come to the black dragon with him, and he didn't even have anyone to consult.

"Shet! I knew that the old god stick was unreliable, and in that case, I had to fight!" Zambit looked down, and Coughren was long gone, gritted his teeth, raised his spear and stabbed hard at the tip of the black dragon's relatively "tender" nose - the only place Zambit could find on the black dragon's body that was not covered with scales.

Previously, in the real game space, Zambit's spear was tempered by the Divine Dragon Flame, becoming sharper, and at the same time, it also carried a trace of the divine aura of the Divine Dragon Flame, so his spear successfully pierced the skin of the black dragon.

Feeling the discomfort in his nose, the sleeping black dragon shook his head slightly—although the spear had an effect, it was just a small thorn in the black dragon, and this stimulation was not enough to wake him up from his "slumber", after all, his consciousness was actually engaged in a fierce struggle with Robert X in the space of the black dragon's lair.

After shaking his head and feeling a lot more comfortable, the black dragon found that the main body of the misty forest space did not feel that it could threaten his existence, so his consciousness continued to invest in the battle between the black dragon's nest space and Robert X.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the black dragon's consciousness was briefly restored, and he found that his behavior in constantly flying into space seemed to be a little inappropriate, so he adjusted his flying posture and slowly descended, maintaining an altitude of several thousand meters without changing.

It was just an inconsequential episode for the Black Dragon, but for the great Troll Warrior, the Black Dragon's sudden shaking of his head was a true disaster.

Zambit was obviously not mentally prepared for the consequences of his actions, so in the sudden shaking, he accidentally fell off the tip of the black dragon's nose for a while. Although the flying rune on his leg played a role, Zambit still landed on the black dragon's lips. If he hadn't pulled out the spear inserted in the tip of the black dragon's nose and inserted it between the black dragon's teeth, I'm afraid he would have enjoyed the pleasure of trapeze again.

"I'll go~ The black dragon is too unparticular, doesn't he know that he has to brush his teeth after eating?" Zambit, who finally stabilized his figure, pulled the spear out of the black dragon's teeth, and after seeing a pile of scum stuck to his beloved spear, he turned on the crazy spit mode, and those scum were obviously the products left by the black dragon after eating.

"What is this, has the treasure of the troll clan become the toothpick of the black dragon? After shaking off the scum on the spear, Zambit said with a heartache, "We must try to redeem the bad image just now!"

Zambit seemed to see the title of the Great Troll Warrior grow a pair of taunting wings, flying farther and farther.

That's when Zambit suddenly remembered a good thing, which was one of his trophies in Ingneil's lab, the "Visual Signal Ball".

Don't think that Alfie is the only one who has a good habit of "taking the sheep by the hand", as a heavy metal punk enthusiast, Zambit also did not miss the opportunity to enter the Ingnier Laboratory, the place of the revival of mechanical engineering, and took advantage of the lax precautions at the time, from which he stole many of his favorite mechanical engineering creations. This visual microphone ball with a shooting function is Zambit's favorite.