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 dragon’s neck to its tail, climbing up to the dragon’s back, and then, disappearing from Garrett’s view.

It was over.

Silence.

The silver dragon lay on the ground, motionless, as if the electric claw hadn’t touched it at all.

“This…”

Garrett was puzzled. He wasn’t 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 couldn’t be this weak—

With such thoughts, it was no wonder that Garrett’s 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:

“With your level of electric magic, how did you discover this kind of current? Even the Lord of Thunder didn’t figure it out!”

Magic is most regretted when needed. Garrett’s level of electric magic was just that, not knowing that the silver dragon hadn’t 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?

AED’s maximum current is between 50~60 amperes. Dragons have magic resistance; it’s 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 electrocardiogram’s R wave; if the discharge time is too long or occurs during the heart’s vulnerable period, it could damage the heart—

Of course, if it’s during ventricular fibrillation, without a cardiac cycle, there are no QRS waves, then discharge anytime, discharge upon contact…

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: ℞Ä

“Boss…”

“Hmm?”

“This is a silver dragon.”

“I know.”

“The scales of a silver dragon are silver…”

“That’s about the color, not that they’re actually made of silver… Hmm?”

Garrett suddenly came to. Silver dragons, a type of metallic dragon, this category wasn’t for nothing—maybe 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 it’s 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:

“Got it!”

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 wasn’t 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:

“DC defibrillation, second time, the electrical claw’s joules unknown, start!”

Sparks exploded. Three steps away, Bernard whispered, afraid of startling the silver dragon:

“Boss! The magnetic needle moved! It moved!”

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, it’s like the silver dragon is wearing a Faraday cage. Ordinary current hitting it, no wonder there’s no sensation…

So how to do the defibrillation? Do I need to cut open the dragon scales and install a pacemaker?

Forget the pacemaker, there’s nowhere to

grind the materials. Garrett thought for a moment, pulling out his best dagger from the space bag—enchanted with 【Magical Weapon】, he tossed it to Bernard:

“Come on, help me pry off these scales!”

“Boss?!”

“Just pry off two scales! One on the upper right, one on the lower left! Hey, hurry, or the dragon might die!”

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 dagger’s tip in—

“Hey!”

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 Bernard’s hand, its tip wedged under the scale, broke, broke, broke…

Garrett: “…”

“Boss, it’s alright, I have another dagger here!”

Bernard pulled out another one, extending it towards Garrett. Garrett examined the dagger, skeptical of its material but still threw a 【Magical Weapon】 enchantment at it. He wasn’t good at judging weapon quality, hoping it was sturdy enough…

Fortunately, Bernard was good at choosing blades. This dagger’s material was much better than Garrett’s, prying off one scale, then another. Still having strength to spare, he followed Garrett’s direction, cutting an opening under the dragon skin.

“This dragon skin shouldn’t conduct electricity, right…”

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 dagger’s handle, all the way up. Add a tall wooden stick, ensuring it couldn’t touch the dragon scales at all. After everything was set up, Garrett had the barbarian step back, once again harnessing magical power:

“DC defibrillation, third time, the electrical claw at maximum output, start!”

Blue-white electricity crackled and jumped. From the right side of the silver dragon’s 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 Bernard’s held magnetic needle didn’t move direction either.

“It seems a bit better than before…”

But the silver dragon still didn’t move. Garrett gritted his teeth, continuing the spell. Electricity flickered, arc after arc striking the ends of the two daggers, flowing into the silver dragon’s body. After about a dozen times, the silver wall in front of them actually twitched!

“Boss, back off!”

Bernard shouted. He never had high hopes for Garrett’s 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 didn’t have time to look back, already shouting with all his might:

“We’re trying to save you!”

“Wooing—”

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:

“We mean no harm! You just fell! Your heartbeat stopped! You didn’t move! We were saving you! We didn’t harm you!”

Behind them, a storm raged.

The suffocating pressure suddenly lessened. Bernard sighed in relief, barely standing straight.

Garrett, holding onto the barbarian’s 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 dragon’s 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.

Garrett’s heart skipped a beat. Silver dragon, left chest, right chest, two daggers still inserted there, not fallen. He immediately raised his voice:

“Those 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!”

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:

“Human, you dare to pry my scales?”

The tone was authoritative, superior. However, that voice was crisp and tender, unmistakably a young girl’s.

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