Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 180

"This is?!"

  The dragon egg suspended in front of Lailun, the golden shell is cracked, and the crisp eggshell breaking sound is more obvious: "Kakk"

   "The young dragon is about to come out." The tree man elder's tone was full of expectations, and the huge amber eyes like rainbow candles were fixed on the broken eggshell.

   Wood Elf Spell Singer Priest also held her breath at the moment, for fear that she would disturb this rare scene.

   "Kaka—" The successive sounds gradually subsided, a small head was exposed in the golden eggshell fragment, and a small dragon cub appeared in front of Lailun.

Several protruding bone spurs on both sides of the keel look majestic, and the slender neck is covered with dense young scales. The scales on the young dragon's body have not yet hardened enough. The colors are rich and warm, and its pair of black vertical children are everywhere. Looking at the place where he was born, he let out a sharp shout at the same time. The fangs of his upper and lower jaws were full of strength, and he fluttered the weak membrane wings on his back a few times. His black eyes were full of vigilant hostility, and he grunted in his throat. Then he chewed the eggshell residue and swallowed it into his belly: "crunch-crunch-crunch-"

   "What is it doing?" Lailun was slightly surprised. This was the first time he had seen a living dragon, and he still couldn't understand how the young dragon devoured his own eggshell.

"The young dragon is eating to replenish its incomplete strength." The spellsinger priest Vilodis explained softly, her eyes were full of the doting of the mother goddess Aisha, and the young and lovely creatures could arouse the priests Love: "Newly-born dragons are very weak, and the first time they eat, they devour their own eggshells. The eggshells of new-born dragons are often extremely nutritious, which is enough for the dragons to replenish their stamina and quickly. growing up."

   "So it is." After listening to the explanation from the spellsinger priest, Lailun nodded, and then he stared intently at the little guy who was eating.

Griffins, Hippogriffs, Manticores, etc., these powerful monsters in the old world, each adult monster has power that is unmatched by mortals, but these old world monsters are just mutant creations of chaos and corruption, while dragons It is completely different. They are the native races of the mortal world, with pure blood, and they have the superior strength to destroy an army.

  In the Empire, no one can refuse a griffin cub, just as no one can refuse a Hippogryph mount in the Kingdom of Knights, and now, a living dragon appeared in front of Lailun.

"Roar!

  " The little dragonfly after eating, flapping its young membrane wings, barely suspended in mid-air, made a shrill cry, and seemed to be communicating towards Lailun.

"Ah... this is true!" The priest of the spell-singer has also seen the birth of many forest dragons, but the young dragon in front of him exudes a noble atmosphere, which is very different from the habits of forest dragons. Young dragons are born with The imposing manner and majesty of the ancient dragon is like the sun in the early morning, warm and gradually rising, not like its cousin, the forest dragon, dormant all day long in the cliffs and deep forests, faintly tangled.

"In the ten kingdoms of Ulthuan, this young dragon will attract the coveting of countless high elf nobles and the covetousness of the dragon princes of the kingdom of Caledor. Malekith, the witch king of the dark elves, is even more aroused by the black ark pirates. Go steal and scramble for dragon eggs and young dragons. The more colorful the scales are, the higher the strength and potential of the giant dragon. This dragon is suitable for the taste of the Dark Witch King." Vilodis said slowly, her eyes glowing. Looking at the young dragon, chanting a whispered incantation, and at the same time reaching out a hand and touching it towards the young dragon.

   "What is she doing?" Lailun was puzzled by the wood elf spellsinger's actions.

"Dragon Language--" the ancient tree mouth spit out, "Elven masters of dragon training, before pursuing the dragon mount, must sing the song written in the ancient dragon language, and sing without stopping until the dragon responds, the high elves The habits of giant dragons are like this, and the habits of forest dragons are also the same..."

"Hmm!" The upper body of the brightly scaly young dragon stood upright. It tilted its head, and the black vertical boy stared intently at the slender hand stretched out in both directions. Then, the young dragon opened its mouth, and there seemed to be something in its throat. The flames are gathering.

  Lailun sensed something was wrong, and immediately stepped forward to stop the spellsinger priest, and shouted in a low voice, "Young dragon treats you as an enemy! Dangerous!"

   "Boom!

” The giant dragon cub saw the palm that never stopped, and three thin dragon flames spit out from its mouth, and rushed towards the priest of the spellsinger. Orange-red dragon flames bloomed in front of her.

"It treats me as an enemy?" Priest Spellsinger frowned, and after a few seconds, she sighed and shook her head: "I overestimate myself, a dragon with pure blood, how could it be? Accept anyone other than the Dragon Prince..."

"Even if this dragon egg belongs to you, the young dragon is an intelligent creature. It will discriminate the companions it chooses instead of being forced to conquer it. No matter how weak it is, the noble dragon will never bow its head." He turned his head and looked at Lailun, his tone was consoling: "Your Excellency Lailun, none of us are eligible for its recognition. Since you brought the dragon egg, the Forest Council is willing to pay a huge amount of wealth to exchange this with you. The head young dragon, in the hands of our elves, it can exert its due strength."

   "Hmm—" The ancient tree man nodded, expressing his approval of this approach.

Lauren Loren Forest needs Lairen as a partner. The trade post of Baron Draco has sent a lot of food, ore, wood and weapons and armor to the magic forest. Thanks to the trade post of Baron Draco, this winter , the wood elves will at least not have supply problems.

Therefore, the Aislais did not **** the young dragon, but negotiated with Lailun in order to reach a suitable price. If other human lords got the dragon egg, their lord castle would have been razed by the wood elf army. flat.

  Nature's kindness and closeness are aimed at Lailun, while nature's wild hunting and savagery are aimed at everyone.

"Your Excellency Biluodis, the ancient tree man elder, I do not accept your proposal, please forgive me for rejecting it." Lailun shook his head and refused the wood elf's proposal without hesitation: "The reason why the young dragon is hostile to you, Because it already belongs to me."

"How is this possible, Lord Lailun, humans can't communicate with giant dragons, just like you humans can't combine with lowly monkeys..." Priest Vilordis retorted subconsciously, and soon, another disturbing A shocking scene appeared in front of her.

   Lailun lowered his head and said nothing, staring at the young dragon's vertical boy, and the young dragon also looked at him with his small head tilted, motionless.

After a while, the young baron sensed the emotions conveyed to him by the young creature in front of him, Lailun stretched out his hand towards the young dragon suspended in the air under the gaze of the Spellsinger and the Ancient Treant: "Come, come here. "

There was no scream like a warning, and there were no three orange-red dragon flames coming towards him. Lailun's hand was getting closer and closer to it. Under the surprised gazes of Vilodis and Dahda Herlock, the young dragon came naturally. Putting the ground on Lailun's palm, standing in his palm, Wen Lan's small head rubbed against Lailun's wrist, showing intimacy.

"how so?"

"Miracle--"

Lailun patted its little head dotingly, the temperature of the young dragon's scales ironed his palm, and then a warm holy light emerged from his palm, and pure golden energy revolved around Lailun's palm. , dazzling light shines throughout the heather.

   "Yah~~ah~~" The young dragon cried out a few times, looking at Shengguang with some confusion, it found an instinctive intimacy in Nelun.

The young dragon opened its back membrane wings, flapped its wings, flew to Lailun's right arm and stood still, making grunting noises in his throat, as if he wanted to communicate with Lailun, and he didn't care about the spell-singer priest at all. And the eyes of the ancient tree people.

"It actually recognizes humans. Even a dragon prince can't get 100% approval from a giant dragon, but you, a human, did it." Vilordis exclaimed, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to touch the slender tail of the young dragon. But the black vertical boy who turned around stared at him fiercely, opened his mouth, and issued a warning voice: "Roar~~"

  Lilun glanced at the spellsinger and said softly to the young dragon on his right arm: "Shh~ she's not an enemy."

The    giant dragon cub seemed to understand the young baron's words, and immediately closed his mouth and looked at Lailun with his small head tilted.

"It recognizes you, human. From now on, until the end, this dragon belongs to you." The tree man's eyes were still full of rational light, and he continued: "Give it a name, human, giant A dragon deserves a majestic name."

   "Name it?" Lailun stroked the fine dragon scales on the young dragon's body. The orange and bright scales were delicate and firm. The young dragon enjoyed his breath very much, which made him especially willing to get close to Lailun.

  Reminiscent of the dragon flames that the young dragons just spewed out, the dragons in their infancy mastered the breath of dragon flames. In the dragon family, this is also a powerful and impressive manifestation.

   "Just call it... 'Champion of Flames' Gortinar." Leron scrutinized for a while and gave a name.

   "In the language of dragons, Gortinar means fiery flame, which is very appropriate and very suitable for this young little guy." The priest of the spellsinger pondered for a while, and she nodded in approval of the good name.

   "Yah~ho~~ho~~~" Gortinard seemed to like his name very much, raised his neck, and sprayed a column of flames more than one meter high towards the sky.

"Very good—very good—" The ancient tree man Dakhda Herlock nodded slowly, he raised his sturdy arms that were intertwined and covered with ivy, and gestured for the young dragon to come to his palm, a pure touch The life energy is condensed in the hands of the elder treeman: "The dragon hatches in the heather, it is the natural manifestation, the heather is closely related to it, let me give it the blessing from the gold and silver holy tree-"

   Lailun raised his face, raised his hand and signaled Gortinar to fly away, and the tree man elder poured the purest life energy into the young dragon's body as if it were shredded.

In a few seconds, this young dragon, which is less than the size of the forearm, doubled in size directly, the edges and corners of the top of the head were more distinct, and the color of the scales covered on the body became brighter and brighter, from orange-red to fiery red, Ge. Tinal opened his wings again, the wings of about two meters became tough, and the dragon became more invincible, looking down at everything around him like a king, and the black vertical boy was full of wisdom: "Roar!

Roar!

  The forest spirits in the whole heather land have a feeling of adoration.

  Three days later, at night, in the north of the Baron Draco, in the wilds of the Sawwood Village near the Black Forest of Dracowald.

   Eureka clenched a slender silver sword in one hand, a fire gun in the other, and was wearing scales and a windbreaker that was convenient for movement. The two apprentice witch hunters followed their mentor, with a distance of no more than ten meters.

The witch hunters' stronghold has been fully laid out, and the witch hunters who followed Eureka from Middenheim to Oak Town have all been settled. After solving the problem of the stronghold, it is impossible for the witch hunters to be idle all the time, and it will be a safe and peaceful place. , will also breed the seeds of darkness.

   Baron Draco's army is about to go out, and Eureka's witch hunters are not suitable for appearing on the battlefield. They are more suitable for arresting and solving corruption troubles.

   The ground was full of moonlight, the cold wind of late autumn enveloped the sky, and the soft soil gradually became harder and harder. Eureka and her witch hunter apprentices followed the road and entered the forest north of Sawwood Village.

Two days ago, there were rumors that a knight in scarlet plate armor was haunting the forest near the village, and seemed to be looking for something. Within two days, a charcoal burner and two lumberjacks in the village had mysteriously disappeared. Dead or alive, no one knows.

  The villagers of the two nearby villages did not dare to approach the forest again. The consuls and village elders in charge of the villages did not hide it, and immediately reported to Baron Draco, and the baron entrusted the witch hunters to go and find out.

   "Teacher, the guy who committed the evil deeds, could it be a rogue knight?" A trainee witch hunter asked, his eyes watching the surrounding environment alertly.

"It's impossible for a rogue knight to kill people and take away corpses. They only kill for money, not for corpses." Eureka retorted coldly. As they go deeper and deeper into the forest, any danger may encounter By then, her index finger had been on the trigger of the fire gun, ready to go.

   "Then mentor, there are only these possibilities left, fallen knights, followers of chaos, vampires." The witch hunter's tone gradually increased, and the vampires in scarlet plate armor were not ordinary things.

   They have a more famous name, Blood Dragon Knight, referred to as Blood Knight.

"Stay calm, apprentice Witch Hunter Wayne, what we have to do is to investigate the situation first, and then we will fight if necessary." Eureka's face was always indifferent: "The existence of blood knights is one of the greatest worries of the empire, these As long as the powerful and terrifying undead vampires have appeared, they will cause countless bloodsheds, and the duty of the witch hunters is to eradicate them and kill them completely before more people suffer!"

   "I see, mentor!"

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