"Dragon? This is the sound of a dragon, the sound of a giant dragon who ruled the world in the first era!" "Blood Wind" said in surprise.

He looked in the direction of the sound with a little panic in his eyes, and his right hand moved the "Ash Sword" away from Melinar's neck and smashed it heavily to the ground.

Inadvertently, a piece of rare and clean tiles that were only stained with fine dust made a crack.

"That's right, it's the dragon. The Socra Committee sent three dragon eggs, perhaps a 'seed' left by the female dragon who was imprisoned and now dead. Some time ago, Dylan poured the dark magic power into the dragon egg and did some final work. We were lucky enough to hope that the goddess favored us, and the dragon was successfully hatched. Unfortunately, the final destination of this dragon is under the dome of the Socra Committee, and it is about to complete a mission that we cannot understand even greater." Merinal smiled proudly.

The situation has completely reversed now, and the advantage is her, and the headache has become a "blood wind".

It really confirms the ancient proverb of the Fire Empire: offense and defense will transform the objects they support in an instant. Only by upholding justice and courage and overcoming evil and cowardice can we freely control the victory of the battle.

"You are playing with fire, Melinar, you, including you hope the church has never told us about this. We never knew that you had raised a dragon, such a evil, violent and dangerous creature, you cannot control it. Indeed, we know and do not stop your contact with the Socratic Council, but only if they betray the Empire and cannot harm us."

"Blood Wind" advised anxiously, with a look of pride, ridicule and pride on his face.

Instead, fear, huge, strong, mysterious, twisted, and even ghostly legendary creatures bring him the fear of invading the soul.

"See Seye, it is cute and does not hurt others. Indeed, any book about religion, mystics, biology and history will always describe dragons as symbols of evil. But in fact, they are more upright than ugly humans. You should have heard of the story about that dragon in the mid-third age, the Fire Empire." Melinar said with some point, turning his head toward the shadows in the corner.

"Clater, if I remember correctly, the name of the half-dragon man is this. I do not admit that he is a dragon. As we all know, dragons are usually not willing to show themselves in human form. They will think that this is a manifestation of reducing their identity and being humble. Especially the half-dragon man, a monster that intertwined with dragons is even more despised by people." "Blood Wind" rubbed his inexplicably stinging forehead with his free left hand, and replied with the knowledge he read in his memory.

"That's right, it's Clater's story. He is indeed a half-dragon man, but according to historical data in the east, at least half a century after the ceremony called the "Sad" of the Fire Empire who summoned the dragon clan and was called the "Longqing", humans showed unprecedented tolerance to the dragon clan, especially the creatures of the half-dragon man."

"Psychologically, humans do not hate a creature they have never seen before, but are called evil, cruel, and worthy of being destroyed every day. Everyone has a rebellious mood in their hearts, so in that era, Clater successfully escaped from the environment of imprisoning the dragon clan. With the help of "Longqing", he awakened some of the dragon clan's power and escaped from the Fire Empire. After a long and lonely flight, he was "protected" in the Iwentre Empire."

As he spoke, the crisp and tender "dragon roar" was heard again. This time, he was a little more cowardly and obedient than before. "Blood Wind" knew that the "dragon" that had been temporarily hiding in the dark must have regarded Melinar as a role similar to his mother, and he could not take action directly.

The power of the dragon clan cannot be measured by the "order level" commonly used in the magic field. They are born "Hercules", "King of Wisdom", and even excellent "manipulators of magic source power".

They can master the power of flames, bathe in lava, or even sneeze slightly, with a huge howitzer, even tanks and combat aircraft that destroy the Empire.

That power is hard to understand, but when you really understand it, you will be on the eve of your body falling apart, or it is turning into a pile of unrestrained coke.

Therefore, while ensuring that the magic source power surges towards the "Sword of Ashes", "Blood Wind" intends to understand the motives of the Hope Church as much as possible, at least the current combat ability of this dragon.

"Clater..." "Blood Wind" said along Merina's story:

"I remember history books, "Autumn Days of Ewentlay" written some of his sporadic stories. He worked for Ewentlay for more than a year, mainly to cooperate with the then Prime Minister of the Empire, Kyle, and the then Empress Relita I of the Empire, to jointly develop the early fire of Heavenly Punishment, and to study how to combine humans with the dragon clan. Before that, Kyle successfully assassinated the proud Rex II, who was once known as the "Icefield Bear". It is said that it was precisely because the power of the dragon clan limited the magic power of the "Icefield Bear" that he was penetrated by a long sword used in court etiquette and penetrated the throat of the weak part."

"Your history is not bad, but do you know what happened later?" Melinar showed a smile of "I must know more than you", and took two steps back, setting a distance from the "blood wind" that was no less than "sorrow" of "gray" and "earth", and continued to tell:

"You must have no way of knowing, because this is unofficial history."

"Sometimes unofficial history is the truth, just like the book "Amazing! Ivan Twenty-Fifth did this and actually ruined the empire!" Although it is an exaggeration, even if it is a title party, it does not hinder the truth on the paper in the book." "Blood Wind" echoed.

"Yes, it seems that we are soulmates in this matter." Merinal nodded and said:

"In fact, Clater belonged to the Fire Empire. At that time, the Luo family, who was in charge of the imperial power and supported the "Abandoned" emperor to power, sent Luo Wu and Yan Gu, who were disguised as the Minister of Trade, to go north to negotiate with Kyle and Relita on the transaction of the Ore Ore orders."

"The order was very valuable back then. The Fire Empire obtained the imperial silver equivalent to one month's fiscal revenue. The Evantrell Empire launched a "desperate raid" campaign, using the early "fire of heavenly punishment" developed by ore to bombard Nabsk, causing more than 500,000 Cruzd Empire troops to be buried in the sea of ​​fire. If the Cruzd Empire was not in its absolute peak period, [Order] Ivan Twenty-II had an absolutely powerful torrent of steel and flattened the Evantrell Iceland in one fell swoop, I am afraid the world pattern would go in another direction."

"It's a bit too far. Let's talk about the half-dragon man Clater. After he was awakened by the Minister of Trade Luo Wu and Yan Gu, he actually raided the secret base Kyle was located underground for studying mysticism. They even summoned the arrival of the Lord of the Dark Night through some ritual or sacrifice."

"Then, Kyle, who fell into a nightmare, was picked up by the Lord of Dark Night, ending the nightmare of the "Eternal Life". In order to regain Clater from the Lord of Dark Night and to return to his hometown of the Fire Empire, Luo Wu, who was also the "Eternal Life", sacrificed himself, in exchange for the complete awakening of the power of the Clater Dragon Clan."

"What's weird is that Clater could have used the powerful dragon clan power and the rich magic source power to fight for the Fire Empire. No matter how bad it is, he can get as much benefit as possible and get the guidance of the Creator to move towards a demigod, or even a sequel god."

"But that unofficial historical narrative came to an abrupt end here. A few years ago, I read a lot of history books about the Fire Empire, and even taught myself some obscure and difficult square hieroglyphs called the "Fire Empire Mandarin". I did not find any description of Clater. Perhaps he returned to the Eastern style real name after entering the Fire Empire, or perhaps he fell asleep, waiting for the person guided by fate to awaken him. In the end, I only got some ambiguous words, which generally means that Clater may be related to the chooser. So, in the past two years, we began to focus on obtaining and interpreting the remaining pages of the chooser's diary. Oh, by the way..."

Merinal turned her body, looked at a dark area in the corner of the shadow that almost absorbed all the light around her, and called gently:

"Seye, little thing, come here. Let your...uh, Brother 'Blood Wind' take a good look at you. He especially wants to 'get' you!"

"Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-" The "dragon" in the shadow made a cheerful chirping like a bird, and also looked like a high whistle of a ship.

For a moment, the "blood wind" felt a strong feeling of missing the distant hometown.

"Is this... dragon?" "Blood Wind" looked at Seye, who crawled out of the dark shadows with awe, fear, and awe-inspiring eyes of power, with a strong aura of "sorrow".

It's indeed a dragon.

This is the first thought that "Blood Wind" came to see Seye's body.

The length of more than three meters is not very large, and it is even slightly weaker than many alien unintentional people.

But Seye's obsidian-like round and plump skin, covered with scales like black gems, pure red wings with films that look like bats, and a pair of "deer antlers" hanging, and a lizard-shaped head, sprouts mysterious power from ancient times.

Looking at the very "cute" one, he walked slowly to Melinar, making a tender cry, stuffing his head into Melinar's arms, and the "blood wind" snuggling beside her, suddenly felt that he was being swept by the huge bright red light and was falling into the endless abyss.

He seemed to be riding an out-of-control train, speeding in the wilderness of the yellow sand, and was running towards the dark and bottomless cliff amid the hysterical roars of people around him.

He could even slightly feel the surroundings of viscous green blood splashing with rotten smell, which was eroding his taste buds.

After shaking his head vigorously, holding the "Ash Sword" with his right hand, surging as much as possible with the magic power belonging to the strong wind in his body, "Blood Wind" woke up from the nightmare hallucination just now.
Chapter completed!