The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1214

Fifteen days had passed since the missile strikes on Snow Valley's avalanche and the Snow Dragon Pool.

This day also marked the fifth day since Robin regained consciousness.

Due to the thick snow covering the Snow Dragon Pool, there was no way out.

For now, Robin remained in the cavern at the bottom of the pool, keeping watch over the white dragon as it slowly recovered.

The white dragon was gravely injured.

Its massive body was weak, rendering it almost incapable of defending itself.

Robin was worried that remnants of the Dark Night Alliance might still be lurking nearby.

If he left, those from the Dark Night Alliance might take advantage of the white dragon's weakened state and kill it.

At the same time, his own body had been experiencing frequent bouts of discomfort ever since fusing with the essence stone and dragon blood.

Whenever the symptoms flared up, it felt as though his head was being split apart.

His blood vessels seemed as if they could explode at any moment, and the pain was unbearable.

Each time the agony struck, it felt like he was dying.

Then, he would come back to life—again and again.

Each time, he was left completely soaked in sweat and grime.

Robin aided his recovery by immersing himself in the cavern's natural hot spring for three to four hours.

This hot spring was formed from the accumulated essence of thousands of years of melting snow from the surrounding mountains.

Over the centuries, the minerals from the cave's rare earth deposits had merged with the spring's waters, creating a miraculous pool of life.

The cavern contained two such springs.

Robin used one for bathing and the other for drinking.

Additionally, he found several containers from Baird's former training ground and filled them with spring water, intending to bring some back for Shirley and the others.

He had tested the water.

Drinking it rapidly healed all injuries.

The water, when applied to external wounds, caused immediate regeneration, leaving the skin smooth and supple.

It was nothing short of divine water!

Furthermore, the aquatic plants and deepwater fish in the subterranean lake provided Robin with abundant nutrition.

Over these five days, Robin's body underwent tremendous changes.

The earlier symptoms of discomfort were gradually fading.

His physical strength had increased exponentially.

He tested his strength and found that one punch could shatter an ice block, thousands of years old and several dozen yards thick, into tiny fragments.

The pressure exerted on the ice was comparable to the weight of a 30-ton truck.

As Robin's wounds healed and his strength grew, the white dragon also recovered at a rapid pace.

The wounds inflicted by the rocket attacks had mostly healed.

However, due to massive blood loss, the white dragon remained extremely weak.

Even so, whenever Robin writhed in pain on the ground, the white dragon would quietly stay by his side.

From time to time, it would scoop water from the hot spring and spray it onto Robin's body, helping to ease his suffering.

For days, Robin had been pondering a question. Why was the fierce and brutal white dragon so gentle toward him?

In the dragon's blood-red eyes, he saw nothing but warmth and sorrow.

The white dragon could not speak.

Despite his power, whenever Robin meditated, the white dragon would lower its huge head beside him and coil its thick body around him protectively, silently guarding him.

After watching for several days, Robin realized that the white dragon was attracted to the Golden Dragon emerald pendant.

Whenever he removed the pendant and placed it on the dragon's head, tears would well up in its eyes.

Recalling his arrival at Snow Dragon Pool, he remembered how the white dragon had been extremely aggressive toward him at first.

Could it be that my grandfather had some connection with this white dragon?

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