I became the Great Old One

Zyglina was wearing loose and worn clothes, dusty and dusty, but even so, the girl's appearance was still peerless, as bright and dazzling as the sun in the sky.

The young man swallowed dryly.

fell into a brief sluggishness.

"My sister is asking you something, little one!" Bai Lang sneezed impatiently.

Only then did the young man wake up, with a shy smile on his face, and reached out to scratch his thick hair.

"My name is Sigurd. I am the son of Sigmund and a descendant of the Nibelungen family." The young man said, "My companions and I came to the Negta Wasteland to kill the people living in the wasteland. The evil dragon Fafnir."

"Nigta was not like this when my father was little."

"The water and grass here are luxuriant, and there are flocks of cattle and sheep. It is one of the few fertile lands in Niflheim, but the arrival of the dragon changed everything."

"whee."

White Wolf sneered with malice on his face: "How can you, the weak mortals, defeat the powerful dragon?"

Sigurd was not angry. He said seriously: "But if it's just because we can't do it, then if we don't resist, our spines will be broken."

The young man stared at Zyglina, his eyes shining.

"I have heard of your name. Troubadours say that you are the son of a god."

"I originally thought those were just exaggerated rumors, but when I actually saw you, I realized that you are far more beautiful, powerful, and wise than what was described in the poem..."

"I hope you will join us in slaying the evil dragon and freeing the tormented people living in this wasteland."

The young man looked at Ziglina.

Ziglina's bright eyes also reflected the young man's figure.

Perhaps it was the last words of Sigurd and White Wolf that moved Zyglina. After a brief thought, Zyglina nodded: "I promise to join you."

——

Ziglina's arrival caused a stir among Sigurd's small group.

Every man or woman in the team was shocked by the astonishing beauty displayed by Ziegelina.

They were doing repairs in the town.

And through this time, we got to know each other.

Wait until the next day.

When the sky was just getting dark, more than thirty people gathered at the exit of the town and headed towards the depths of the wasteland.

In the morning, the weather was pretty good.

Although the sky is a little gray, there is a faint fragrance of earth suspended in the humid air, and various unknown weeds and wildflowers grow on the humid land.

But as the team moves deeper into the wilderness.

Soon, the surrounding landscape became increasingly desolate and lifeless.

The scent of wet earth disappeared, replaced by a pungent smell of miasma.

If an ordinary person inhales this miasma for a long time, it will not take long for the respiratory tract to become infected and bleed, and the head will become dizzy, until he completely loses consciousness.

Those monotonous weeds and wild flowers are gradually turning yellow.

Until the end.

There was no living thing in the field of vision, only a few blackened dead trees could be seen occasionally.

On the dead trees, the dark branches showed their teeth and claws, like ferocious monsters in the miasma.

Although the environment in the Nigta Wasteland is harsh.

But Zyglina is a god with amazing talents, and these poisonous miasmas have little impact on her.

Sigurd and others have also been preparing for this matter for a long time. Among the group of people, they either use magic props, or use special masks, or they have special physiques, etc.

In case of near miss.

After several days of running, they finally arrived at the central area of ​​the wasteland.

There is a huge mountain there, stretching into a vast area and looking quite majestic.

With the help of sunlight filtered to a yellowish state by the miasma.

You can vaguely see an abandoned and collapsed castle on the high mountain. The gate of the castle seemed to have been knocked open by a huge force, and the city walls and mountains also collapsed on a large scale.

There are still traces of fire burning in the buildings inside the castle.

"There used to be a grassland kingdom called Ugenji here, and hundreds of thousands of people lived in this castle and the nearby grasslands."

Sigurd came to Zyglina's side, pointed at the ruins of the ruined castle in front of him and said: "But with the arrival of the dragon Fafnir, the king, queen and all the people died at the hands of the monster. In the poisonous fog and flames.”

As Sigurd's voice sounded.

Among the crowd, some people had expressions of indignation on their faces.

The exposed eyes also appeared slightly red due to emotion.

"Um."

Ziglina nodded seriously.

She knew that some of the people in this team came from this lost ancient kingdom.

Their relatives, friends, and everything were brutally destroyed by the dragon. There is a blood feud between him and the dragon Fafnir.

"There's something wrong with these people..."

After watching Sigurd leave.

White Wolf lowered his head and whispered to Zigriner.

"The desires in their hearts seem to be amplified. Greed, Slaanesh, hatred...these desires have begun to affect their minds."

"It is the power of the Nibelung Ring that is at work." Ziegeliner replied in a low voice as well.

Although no trace of the dragon has been found.

But Ziglina has already entered the fighting state, and the muscles on his slender body are tense.

With his breathing, he moved rhythmically. Just like the rising and falling tides on the sea.

"Hiss..."

Ziglina heard a very low frequency sound, which is almost impossible for human ears to hear.

That was the great snake Yormgard secretly communicating with them.

As more than a year passed, the size of the great snake became larger and larger. If it appeared outside in a swagger, it would easily cause large-scale panic in human society.

The great snake has been lurking in the dark.

Now that it has entered the castle, it seems to have discovered something that makes them vigilant.

After a short repair.

The team set off again.

Everyone kept their vigilance as much as possible. After passing through the broken gate, the interior of the castle was finally revealed to people.

The broken streets made a humming sound as the air blew.

Some ashes were rolled up and flew into the air, and then fell to the ground.

In the abandoned houses on both sides of the street, the doors were wide open, and the darkness inside was rolling like a substance, as if a terrible monster could jump out at any time to eat people.

Unfortunately...

Until they walked all the way to the inside of the castle.

Nothing happened, and the mood of the people in the team gradually relaxed.

But Ziglina's brows were getting more and more furrowed. She followed the white wolf, and the sword of Volsung in her hand had been slightly unsheathed, and the cold light like water flowed on the sword.

Ziglina reminded Sigurd to be vigilant.

Although Sigurd nodded seriously, he didn't listen at all.

The expression on his face changed obviously, from the initial vigilance to the greed for gold and treasures.

Although this castle has been abandoned for many years, some of the decorations inside are still well preserved. Those ornaments, murals, and chandeliers are like they are made of gold, flashing a faint light.

Everyone's attention is attracted by these treasures.

Only Ziglina and White Wolf could sense the malice hidden in this abandoned palace.

The deeper they went.

The more prosperous the decorations in the room became.

Until the end, when a courtyard with a broken glass dome appeared in front of them, the breathing of everyone in the team became rapid and hot.

In the center of the courtyard.

The treasures made of gold and jewels were piled up into a mountain.

It happened that a cold wind blew from nowhere, and the heavy haze condensed in the sky was blown away in an instant, and beams of warm sunlight fell down, and the piled gold suddenly reflected bright light.

The light was reflected on people's faces.

It illuminated the greedy and twisted faces.

"Gold! All this gold is mine!"

In the team, someone shouted at this time, and then threw the weapon in his hand on the ground, shouting and rushing towards the treasure.

He opened his arms, as if he wanted to take all the treasures like a mountain into his arms.

But soon, the young man was knocked to the ground by another person.

That's it.

These heroes in the mortal kingdom.

They had not even seen the dragon Fafnir, but they had already started to kill each other.

Ziglina saw that the leader Sigurd had rushed into the crowd after a little hesitation. Although he had expected it, Ziglina still couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

"Clang!"

With a crisp tremor.

The sword of Volsung had been unsheathed, and Ziglina held the sword with both hands and his breathing became more and more calm and solemn.

"That monster is coming out!"

The silent White Wolf suddenly spoke.

He pressed his body down slightly, and the smooth and powerful muscles all over his body bulged and tightened. The hair on his body also became fluffy and swayed slightly backwards, making the White Wolf look like he had grown a circle.

Wow!

As soon as the White Wolf finished speaking.

The sound of intensive friction between jewels came from the treasure house.

Amidst the glittering jewels, a vertical pupil as cold as a venomous snake suddenly appeared.

Then, all the jewels turned into waterfalls and poured down. A huge evil dragon with sharp claws and fangs slowly raised its head and looked at the uninvited guest who broke into his bedroom with malice.

"Roar!"

With a roar, the flames gushed out.

The adventurers who were desperately fighting for the treasure had no time to dodge.

Their bodies were stained by the flames, and the dragon's flames spread rapidly among the crowd like a plague.

Whether it was water, slapping, or rolling on the ground, the evil flames could not be extinguished. The dragon Fafnir seemed to deliberately reduce the damage of the flames.

So that the adventurers who turned into human torches could only return to the embrace of death after experiencing great pain.

"Tsk tsk, how cruel!"

White Wolf said, but his face was full of smiles.

Swish!

Without the slightest hesitation.

The marble floor beneath the white wolf's feet cracked instantly, and the figure turned into a long rainbow and roared over, crashing heavily in front of the dragon.

The dragon Fafnir's attention was attracted by the adventurers at this time.

He did not notice the white wolf's sneak attack at all.

Therefore, the white wolf's sharp claws hit the dragon's chest firmly.

A sharp and piercing friction sound suddenly sounded, and a large number of sparks splashed out. But what surprised the white wolf Fenrir was that he didn't hurt the dragon at all even with his full strength.

Only a few inconspicuous white scratches were left on the dragon's dark armor.

"This!?"

Fenrir's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment.

Even if a solid mountain appeared in front of him, it would be smashed by his slap.

The dragon in front of him looked small, only more than 200 meters long from head to tail, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

"Not good!"

When the white wolf reacted.

The angry and twisted face of the dragon Fafnir had already appeared in front of him.

Bang!

The huge dragon head hit the white wolf's head like a heavy hammer.

The two heads collided firmly with each other, making a loud noise.

The white wolf flew backwards, with a circle of golden stars on its head. It lay on the ground with its four legs up in the air, humming and groaning, and couldn't get up for a long time.

The dragon Fafnir still looked full of energy.

He roared and crawled towards the white wolf with his hands and feet.

Swish!

The ground suddenly sank and collapsed.

The abyss-like giant mouth opened and bit Fafnir.

Yorgard's body length was more than two thousand meters. With his big mouth open, he could almost swallow the dragon Fafnir completely without much effort.

The sudden change was obviously beyond Fafnir's expectations. He was bitten in the mouth of the big snake, and the poisonous snake saliva dripped on the dragon's scales, making a hissing and corrosive sound.

The poison was so strong that even the flesh giver could not bear it.

At this time, it could not penetrate the defense brought by Fafnir's scales.

Fafnir wrestled with a giant snake that was much bigger than him. After a brief stalemate, Fafnir slowly opened his mouth.

His eyes were bloodshot, and blazing flames rolled in the dragon's mouth.

"Monster! Die!"

At the critical moment, Ziglina acted decisively.

The sword of Volsung, with its cold and dead sword energy, penetrated into the monster's throat and completely detonated the fireball.

Boom!

A mushroom cloud appeared out of thin air.

The dragon's face was charred, the room was in a mess, and the gold and treasures were blown everywhere.

The sharpness of Volsung's sword finally caused some damage to Fafnir, but it was not enough to seriously injure him. Instead, it completely angered the dragon.

Fafnir roared, spread his wings, and rushed towards Ziglina with bloody wind and flames.

Ziglina's silver-white long hair flew back.

His expression was stern.

At the moment when he was about to be pounced by the dragon, Ziglina suddenly lowered his head and rushed forward.

Swish!

The sword of Volsung pierced the scales on the dragon's chest and penetrated into the flesh. The heart was pierced by the sword energy, and the hot blood like magma poured down, and Ziglina was bathed in blood.

The heart was pierced.

But the monster's tenacious vitality still supported it to continue moving.

The dragon flapped its wings and rushed out of the hall with Ziglina.

At this time, the white wolf and the big snake finally woke up slowly. Because they were worried about the safety of their sister, the two behemoths followed the direction of the dragon without any hesitation.

And in the room...

A few minutes later, a pile of treasures suddenly made a slight movement.

The severely injured young leader Sigurd crawled out of the pile of treasures, his face was scarlet, and he looked extremely terrifying.

One of his eyes was burned by the dragon's flames.

The other eye was staring greedily at a ring inscribed with runes.

Sigurd stared at the direction where the dragons Fafnir and Ziglinar left. He took two deep breaths of the hot air and then put the ring on his hand without hesitation!