Electricity shot from his fingertips.
Garrett held his breath, concentrating as he watched the bright silver arc of electricity shoot out, unfold, and strike the silver dragon. Then, sparks fizzed and crackled, bursting forth and following the dragon scales all the way out...
From the dragonâs neck to its tail, climbing up to the dragonâs back, and then, disappearing from Garrettâs view.
It was over.
Silence.
The silver dragon lay on the ground, motionless, as if the electric claw hadnât touched it at all.
âThisâŠâ
Garrett was puzzled. He wasnât good at the electric claw spell, in fact, all spells not suitable for medical use, especially all offensive spells, he was rather poor at. Especially electric magic, always off the mark:
What was the voltage of this electric attack?
How much was the current?
AC or DC? What frequency?
Was there a voltmeter or an ammeter to measure? If not, how about a test pen?
Wait, why was there an electric ball? The output of a spherical lightning couldnât be this weakâ
With such thoughts, it was no wonder that Garrettâs level of electric magic was as expected. So much so that when he brought the concept of alternating current to Archmage Carlisle, holding a hand-cranked generator, the Archmage was puzzled:
âWith your level of electric magic, how did you discover this kind of current? Even the Lord of Thunder didnât figure it out!â
Magic is most regretted when needed. Garrettâs level of electric magic was just that, not knowing that the silver dragon hadnât awakened, wondering where the problem lay:
Was the voltage not high enough?
The maximum voltage for adult DC defibrillation can reach 3500~3700 volts. What voltage should be used for a silver dragon?
Was the current not strong enough?
AEDâs maximum current is between 50~60 amperes. Dragons have magic resistance; itâs unknown if this resistance could be converted into electrical resistance?
Was the discharge time too long?
AED discharge time is only 3~10 milliseconds, during the electrocardiogramâs R wave; if the discharge time is too long or occurs during the heartâs vulnerable period, it could damage the heartâ
Of course, if itâs during ventricular fibrillation, without a cardiac cycle, there are no QRS waves, then discharge anytime, discharge upon contactâŠ
Garrett observed the silver dragon from top to bottom, fidgeting with his toes inside his shoes, almost ready to draw an electrocardiogram on the spot. In the awkward silence, Bernard coughed and spoke deeply: âĂ
âBossâŠâ
âHmm?â
âThis is a silver dragon.â
âI know.â
âThe scales of a silver dragon are silverâŠâ
âThatâs about the color, not that theyâre actually made of silver⊠Hmm?â
Garrett suddenly came to. Silver dragons, a type of metallic dragon, this category wasnât for nothingâmaybe their scales really did conduct electricity well?
Considering how the electric sparks spread along the dragon scales just now, maybe it was true!
Emmm⊠So how to verify? How to verify if itâs the dragon scales conducting electricity, and not that dragons naturally have magic resistance, immune to low-level magic?
Garrett held his chin with his left hand, his thumb pressing against the soft flesh below, rotating it. By the third rotation, his eyes lit up, and he jumped:
âGot it!â
He rummaged through his space bag, pulling out a compass. Archmage Serrano, fearing any mishap, even if he walked with the dwarf team the whole way, had given him a compass, just in case he got lost and needed to find his way back.
If the Dwarf Mountain wasnât on land, lacking corresponding coordinates, they might even have given him a sextant.
Garrett quickly dismantled the compass, took out the magnetic needle, and hung it with a thick cotton thread. He handed it to Bernard, asking him to take a few steps back and hang the magnetic needle beside the dragon scale. He himself took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and cast the spell again:
âDC defibrillation, second time, the electrical clawâs joules unknown, start!â
Sparks exploded. Three steps away, Bernard whispered, afraid of startling the silver dragon:
âBoss! The magnetic needle moved! It moved!â
OK, it really conducts electricity. Garrett stepped back, observing the dragon scales from every angle, tiptoeing, squatting down close to the ground:
If the whole body is covered tightly, without any gaps, itâs like the silver dragon is wearing a Faraday cage. Ordinary current hitting it, no wonder thereâs no sensationâŠ
So how to do the defibrillation? Do I need to cut open the dragon scales and install a pacemaker?
Forget the pacemaker, thereâs nowhere to
grind the materials. Garrett thought for a moment, pulling out his best dagger from the space bagâenchanted with ăMagical Weaponă, he tossed it to Bernard:
âCome on, help me pry off these scales!â
âBoss?!â
âJust pry off two scales! One on the upper right, one on the lower left! Hey, hurry, or the dragon might die!â
Urging on, the barbarian could only clamp the bone club between his legs, forcefully prying at the dragon scales. The scales on the silver dragon were smooth, flat, closely packed, almost impossible to start. Bernard scratched, stabbed, and poked, struggling several times before finally getting the daggerâs tip inâ
âHey!â
His biceps, triceps, brachioradialis, and flexor carpi radialis muscles bulged simultaneously, straining to pry.
With a snap, a palm-sized dragon scale slightly lifted, the sides still connected. The dagger Garrett handed over, mostly held in Bernardâs hand, its tip wedged under the scale, broke, broke, brokeâŠ
Garrett: ââŠâ
âBoss, itâs alright, I have another dagger here!â
Bernard pulled out another one, extending it towards Garrett. Garrett examined the dagger, skeptical of its material but still threw a ăMagical Weaponă enchantment at it. He wasnât good at judging weapon quality, hoping it was sturdy enoughâŠ
Fortunately, Bernard was good at choosing blades. This daggerâs material was much better than Garrettâs, prying off one scale, then another. Still having strength to spare, he followed Garrettâs direction, cutting an opening under the dragon skin.
âThis dragon skin shouldnât conduct electricity, rightâŠâ
Garrett muttered to himself. He gestured for Bernard to insert the two daggers into the dragon skin. Right, add some copper wire, wrap it around the daggers!
Round and round, from the blade to the daggerâs handle, all the way up. Add a tall wooden stick, ensuring it couldnât touch the dragon scales at all. After everything was set up, Garrett had the barbarian step back, once again harnessing magical power:
âDC defibrillation, third time, the electrical claw at maximum output, start!â
Blue-white electricity crackled and jumped. From the right side of the silver dragonâs chest, below the collarbone, from the tip of one dagger to the tip of the other on the left chest. This time, no electricity flowed over the dragon scales, and Bernardâs held magnetic needle didnât move direction either.
âIt seems a bit better than beforeâŠâ
But the silver dragon still didnât move. Garrett gritted his teeth, continuing the spell. Electricity flickered, arc after arc striking the ends of the two daggers, flowing into the silver dragonâs body. After about a dozen times, the silver wall in front of them actually twitched!
âBoss, back off!â
Bernard shouted. He never had high hopes for Garrettâs reaction speed. While shouting, he had already charged over, grabbing Garrett and dashing outside. After running seventeen or eighteen steps, a heavy wind sound followed, something swung over directly!
The barbarian pressed Garrett down, flattening them to the ground. The gust swept over their backs, circled around, and returned towards the silver dragon.
Garrett face-planted into the dust, palms pressed against the ground, painfully grazed. He didnât have time to look back, already shouting with all his might:
âWeâre trying to save you!â
âWooingââ
A high and clear chant. Garrett felt a thump in his chest, and Bernard, just managing to prop himself up, pulling him forward, stumbled again. Garrett used his shoulder to support him, continuing to shout:
âWe mean no harm! You just fell! Your heartbeat stopped! You didnât move! We were saving you! We didnât harm you!â
Behind them, a storm raged.
The suffocating pressure suddenly lessened. Bernard sighed in relief, barely standing straight.
Garrett, holding onto the barbarianâs bone club, steadied himself. He turned around to see the dragon already standing up. Its huge wings, capable of shading its entire body, unfolded behind it, just a gentle flap causing people to lose their footing.
Huge piles of snow, accumulated on the silver dragonâs back, were now blown far away by those wings. The snow mist obscured the sky, Garrett, covered in snow, still tried to stand straight to see:
The silver dragon standing upright, its posture extraordinarily elegant, captivating at first glance.
Its body was slender, the diameter of its chest barely half thicker than the end of its head and neck. However, the visual effect was not thin, long spines supporting the membrane, extending from its head to its back, to the end of its tail, creating a broad ridge line. The membrane and spines, like a row of silver mane, lightly fluttering in the wind.
Glimmering, wave-like silver
light flowed from the top of its head to the tip of its long tail. Strong forelegs supported its body, claws like hooks, deeply embedded in the rock. The silver dragon lowered its head, looking at Garrett with silver-blue eyes, quickly lowering its head to inspect its chest.
Garrettâs heart skipped a beat. Silver dragon, left chest, right chest, two daggers still inserted there, not fallen. He immediately raised his voice:
âThose daggers were to save you! Your heart had stopped, and dragon scales resist electricity, we could only use this method! Sending electricity into your body to restart your heart!â
The silver dragon was silent. It raised its right claw, slightly beckoning, and two mage hands immediately appeared, pulling out the daggers. A bit of liquid splashed out, white light immediately emerged, sealing the wound neatly.
The mage hands continued upwards, bringing the daggers in front of the silver dragon. The dagger handles, shiny copper wire wrapped round and round, trailing long ends.
The silver dragon tilted its head, blinking, seemingly curious. It inspected itself again, then lowered its body again. Its long neck stretched forward, reaching right in front of Garrett:
âHuman, you dare to pry my scales?â
The tone was authoritative, superior. However, that voice was crisp and tender, unmistakably a young girlâs.
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