Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 314: Dragon Island volcano erupts, and the dragon is shot down in the air

On the first day of the new year, the festive atmosphere lingered in the air. Happiness blew across the streets like an invisible wind, nourishing the world through every corner. On both sides of the street, magical lights flickered around, swaying with festive light. They were like warm guardian spirits, sending warmth and hope to passers-by in the cold winter.

There are all kinds of New Year magic decorations at the door of the store. The golden magic decorations are adorable and are the cutest Warcraft slime. They have two round eyes and wrap the food with their whole body when eating. Because slime has different colors due to different properties, golden slime is the best seller during the festival. Humans have mastered the technology of breeding slime. Golden slime is the most popular. Now it is placed in the most conspicuous position of the store as if welcoming visitors from all directions. The gorgeous magic circle is engraved on the door frame. The gorgeous magic on it is full of blessing words, just like a couplet, flashing auspicious words such as "Fuxing Gaozhao". From a distance, the sound of magic cannons and the cheerful laughter of children came, as if announcing that good luck in the new year has arrived.

Every household is busy cleaning, hanging decorations, and placing beautiful and meaningful flowers. The window grilles are delicately cut, and the patterns are mostly traditional festive elements such as the word "Fu" and fish leaping over the dragon gate, which symbolize a better life and a happy future. Small orange-red tangerine trees are placed in prominent places, and the round fruits dotted between them symbolize good luck.

The interior of the room is even warmer and full of the flavor of the New Year; the magic rune banners with a satin texture are hung above the wall, creating a strong festive atmosphere; the closed doors and windows are filled with a strong aroma of snacks and desserts mixed with hometown flavors; relatives gather together to talk, hold glasses and drink together, recalling the past years together at this special moment, and looking forward to more wonderful years to come.

The whole environment exudes a sensory experience of expectation and joy, and is decorated in this way and that to make it more lively. Whether it is the bells full of hope hanging on the branches or the candles swaying and shining in the house, all of them tell us: the New Year has arrived! For Xiaowan, the teacher and Xingluo are her relatives, today and in the future.

Xingluo found it a little funny to watch the busy Xiaowan. It seemed that this guy was eager to do everything except practicing. Xiaowan decorated the house with a festive atmosphere early in the morning. Although the shop was not as colorful as the ones on the street, it had a warmth of home. Xingluo hadn't had this feeling for a long time. She remembered that she had only experienced this feeling when she was in Luoshen Village. However, Xiaowan was an alchemist after all, so some small magic decorations to set off the festival were not difficult for her. Looking at the glittering magic devices in the house and the fragrant breakfast, Xingluo couldn't help but smile. Nicken also got up a little earlier today. After the three of them finished breakfast together, Xiaowan went to work again. She also had to prepare lunch. Many of the dishes were new dishes she had researched this year, and she had to prepare them well. Xingluo looked at Xiaowan who was particularly busy today, and glanced at Teacher Nicken. Suddenly, she felt that it would be nice to live here forever.

Xingluo had a rare day off, so he planned to go for a walk around the town and buy some ingredients that Xiaowan could use. This was the task Xiaowan assigned to him, while Nicken was responsible for completing the commissions of the magic shop. Today, Xiaowan and Xingluo's matters were left to this old man, but Nicken was not angry. Instead, he worked hard on one commission after another, his fingers flying and silver light flashing like a brilliant sea as he completed one magic equipment after another. This was the speed of an alchemist master.

Xingluo strolled on the street, and the festive atmosphere also infected him. Now that his strength was gradually recovering, he finally had time to relax. A magician's training could not be achieved overnight, and it required a proper balance between relaxation and tension. Occasional relaxation was not slacking off, but rather accumulating strength for breakthrough. Many magicians achieved breakthroughs in their sleep or when they were drinking. It was because at that moment they completely relaxed and accumulated enough strength for breakthrough.

At the same time, the volcano on the island where the dragons gathered in the distance began to erupt. This scene was spectacular and terrifying, but all of this was not a display of the power of nature but was intentional. On the eve of the eruption, earthquakes covered the entire island, and many dragons were forced to wake up from their slumber and rise into the air. The entire island was full of cracks. The accumulation of gas pressure caused the crater and the side walls of the volcano to suddenly rupture.

Large amounts of smoke, dust, steam and gas spewed out of the crater, forming huge columnar clouds. These clouds spread with the wind and could be seen tens or even hundreds of kilometers away. Thunderous roars and vibrations filled the entire surrounding area.

The volcano erupted explosively, sending large amounts of magma fragments, hot rocks and volcanic bombs flying across the sky. They were thrown thousands of meters into the air and then fell back to the ground, or rolled down the slopes of the volcano at deadly speeds.

When the fluid magma flow gushed out of the crater, it formed a red to orange lava flow that was particularly conspicuous in the dark night. These high-temperature liquid magmas brought great destruction to the Dragon Island - they destroyed almost all the dragon nests, burned vegetation, and released a large amount of toxic gas.

It wasn't long before this place became a dead place: a thick layer of ash covered all surfaces; the air was filled with pungent and harmful substances such as sulfides; the sky became dim and lightless; and rain mixed with volcanic ash turned into dangerous mudslides.

If someone looked here across the sea at this time, they would see such a horrifying scene.

The Dragon Island was in great terror. The whole Dragon Island was filled with smoke, and there were flames everywhere. The volcano continued to erupt. Hundred-meter-high waves constantly hit the island full of dragons. The dragons let out mournful cries, as if the world was about to end. A large number of dragons fell from the sky, and dragon blood was spilled all over the ocean. At this time, Nicholas was also commanding many dragons to fight the enemy with a serious look. The huge black dragon wings covered the sky. Although the dragons were extremely powerful and their single combat capabilities were the best in the continent, they could only choose to retreat helplessly in the face of a large number of enemies. The dark forces that had been silent for a short time began to stir again. The abyss demons descended directly, and demons were everywhere attacking. Dragon language magic was released one after another, and dragon breath was sprayed out one by one, but the number of demons was too many. Many dragons flew over the ocean, but they were all shot down by demons, emitting shrill cries.