Frost Wings

"Jonk Varage, an ordinary wizard, scholar and nobleman, when he inherited the title, his family lost the consulship of Ice Rainbow City, this baron known for his cowardice, after inheriting the title He didn't take part in even a small adventure, but the only diary he left in his youthful adventure was a story of him and a white dragon—a bragging and a laughing stock at the time, until centuries later, when North. Only then did the nations realize what was recorded in this diary, which was once regarded as a joke.

It was destined to be a far-reaching historical event for both the kingdoms of the North and the Dragon Clan, and for this reason, the Varage family received long-term and severe condemnation from various justice organizations in the North. "

—The messenger of Ceregasmila Bahamut in The History of the Dragons of Antath.

"That cowardly man died without realizing what crime he committed!" - Lilian, Commander of the Guards of the Principality of Valch.

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Jonker fell heavily on the snow, groaning in pain.

When the dragon dragged him into the sky, he fell into a coma because of despair, and his voice was hoarse when he left the ground. Now he looked at the real dragon in front of him, and the fear in his heart was uncontrollable.

This is a white dragon!

Although it is a bit weird, he will not admit it wrong.

Thin and thin because of malnutrition, red eyes... red eyes, it must be the thirst for food that makes the eyes congested, it must be like this.

Fear made the wizard instantly understand what was wrong with the various styles of painting on the white dragon. For a while, the only thought in his mind was the repeated word, that is to finish!

Dead, dead, dead, dead!

He closed his eyes and waited for the imminent death. The cold wind froze almost every single hair of his hair, and the fear in his heart had reached the extreme - the chills and tremors had ended.

The wizard very much hoped that he would pass out of a coma quickly, so that when the white dragon ate him, he would not feel pain. It is said that the white dragon froze the meat before eating it, so it must be the same for him.

At this time, the knowledge about Northland creatures kept pouring out in his mind, and the master of the treasure could learn from it: when he was reviewing before the tutor exam, his mind was not so clear.

He hated his clear mind so much, every memory that poured out increased his fear. He would rather pass out, yes, pass out, pass out, pass out... He was talking about watching the white dragon approach, watching that Both claws grabbed at his heart.

"No! Forgive me! Great Shona! Mythril! Pelor! Ham! Dilmer! Balsharah! Bahamut! Tiamat! A mystery that even the gods can't speak! Who can save me! After I inherit the family business, I would like to donate all my property to spread his name!" The wizard shrieked and moved backwards, no matter whether it was prayer or prayer, it was obviously futile: this kind of transactional prayer Most gods would not be interested, and those who were interested were helpless at this time. As for those unspeakable existences, they were obviously not online. If nothing else, no one would be able to save him at this time.

Of course, if Dilmer and Balshala, one of the twins of destiny, appeared now, and granted him luck or bad luck to the white dragon, he still had a chance - but their followers did not often have such opportunities.

The wizard watched in despair as the white dragon's claws pressed against his heart, tearing his fur and robe, and his already hoarse throat blew out a burst of screams. He desperately waited for the final fate, however. After a few quarters of an hour, he was stunned to find that the white dragon didn't tear his body, but tore all his clothes, touched him from head to toe, and found every inch hidden on his body. Check carefully there.

Could it be that this dragon needs to check the quality of the meat before it goes to the mouth? Is it delicious? To find out the teeth before swallowing the clothes together?

A gust of cold wind blew, and the wizard shivered and covered his torn clothes. He watched Bai Long dig out his spell book among the piles of debris, and habitually wanted to stop:

"and many more!"

The white dragon glanced at the wizard, and the wizard shuddered coldly - he secretly cursed his own stupidity, these things can attract the dragon's attention for a while, and he can live a little longer, to this point, a spell What is a book?

…

"Do you understand?"

Bai Long and the Trisolaran research group connected with vision frowned and read the spell book together. At the same time, they asked each other the same question, and the answer was the same: "..."

Bai Long silently closed the spell book, and the unfamiliar letters on it told him that it was a special language for specialized professions. He put away the spell book and walked to the wizard again.

The wizard opened his mouth and panted heavily, staring at the white dragon with wide eyes, completely ignoring what the white dragon saw from his spell book.

The white dragon's claws pressed against the wizard's head, causing a sharp pain around Jonker's head, only to feel that the four dragon claws were gripping his head tightly.

He looked at the red eyes of the white dragon looking down at him in horror, completely unaware of what was waiting for him.

He began to be a little confused, because he suddenly realized that this white dragon's behavior pattern was a bit strange.

…

"...Wizard." Bai Long slowly opened his mouth and said in jerky common language: "Are you...Wizard?"

Jonker's eyes widened, and the shock dispelled his fear in an instant. He shuddered and opened his mouth incredulously.

Shuna is on top! A white dragon who can talk before eating people! And it's a lingua franca with no grammatical errors!

"This...book...language is...what?" Bai Long took out the spell book with another paw.

The short circuit of the brain made Jonker lose his response for a while, until the white dragon clenched the claw on his head slightly:

"Quick... answer, no... answer... I... work hard... your brain is... disabled."

"That's rune! It's impossible to master rune if you don't study for a long time! Shuna is on top! Let's talk! Don't eat me! If you want to know what they mean, I'll give them to you. Speak!" The pain made Jonk shudder, and he burst out with unprecedented alertness, and at the same time, infinite hope ignited in his chest.

Being able to communicate means that as long as you deal with it properly, you can greatly extend your life, even escaping and ascending to heaven is not impossible!

He replied tremblingly, looking at Bai Long's expression with hope - even if he couldn't understand it at all.

At the same time, he looked at his spell book with great anticipation and a small pile of spell casting materials not far away. He remembered that he had prepared a few spells. As long as the timing was right, he might run away.

Bai Long is the stupidest dragon. As long as he can communicate, there will be a chance to deceive him.

Looking into the eyes of the white dragon, the hope of life gave Jonker infinite courage, and he kept cheering himself up.

He saw that the white dragon seemed to think for a while, and then stuffed the spell book back somewhere on the body. It wrote a rune letter copied from the book on the snow: "Read! Pronunciation...meaning!"

"-Speaking, it means 'speaking'." Jonker secretly sighed in relief, thankful that the rune in the spell book really caught the attention of this terrifying dragon, but would a dragon be interested in rune?

He felt more and more eccentric, and as the white dragon kept wiping the snow and writing more runic letters from the spellbook for him to translate, Jonker began to think that his absurd idea might be true: this dragon Really learning rune from him.

After thirty words, when he saw the latest word written by Bai Long, Jonker, who had just read out the translation, immediately realized something, and half of his head broke out in cold sweat.

This word has just appeared, and it is the third word written by Bailong.

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