Sword of Dawn

"It doesn't sound easy." Daniel said lightly.

"Yes, the difficulty is very high - this is not about enchanting swords and armor, nor is it creating a magic chamber, we are going to enchant an entire castle this time, turning it into a veritable 'magic product', its scale is unprecedented "Windsor said solemnly, and finally showed a confident smile, "but I am very confident. The whole system was designed by myself, and I conducted many deduction, and the Cecils also used them The "Neural Network Calculus" technology has been simulated and verified, and its efficiency is determined to be above 90.00%. According to the results of previous scholars' demonstrations, as long as the efficiency of the enchanting system can exceed 90.00%, it can provide the entire process. Adequate protection..."

Windsor was quite proud to describe her design, which made Daniel recall some past images in a trance, recalling that many years ago, this talented apprentice was excited to show herself every progress in the field of magic , every thought... She can always come up with such things that can astonish the people around her, and within a few years, the things she brings out have reached the level that she can't control...

Many years ago, this was the biggest obstacle in his heart.

"Windsor, you are indeed very talented in this area." Daniel said with a flat expression.

Windsor finally stopped, she was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "Um, sorry, mentor, I just..."

"That's a good thing," Daniel laughed, "We really need your talent right now."

Windsor looked at Daniel with some surprise, but the old mage's attention had shifted to other places. He looked at the castle atrium inside the city wall, his eyes fell under a Cecil flag, and he said casually: "That is Is Cecil's chief technical officer here?"

"Yes, Cecil's chief technical officer arrived a few days later than us, and just arrived at Fort Contracting today," Windsor Mapel nodded, "We should pay a visit."

"Indeed," Daniel laughed, "we should pay a visit."

Chapter 1198

The "Gate" project carried out in the Fort of the Treaty is the first large-scale joint action since the establishment of the Theocracy Council, and it can also be regarded as a great cause that can shake the alliance countries and leave a heavy page in the history of mortals—— Although the only countries that can directly participate in this great plan are the two human empires, Typhon and Cecil, but within the alliance, there are countless pairs of eyes watching the progress of the Fort of the Treaty.

Those countries that are unable to directly participate in the project have either tried their best to send top scholars, even if these scholars can only do some "survey" "marginal work" on the project site; To be able to know the results of the door opening process earlier; or to provide a large number of ancient books and references in the field of theology in exchange for a qualification enough to leave a name on the list of participating countries...

These powers gathered from the various countries were like a trickle, and finally integrated and channeled through the channels of the two empires, and were injected into this majestic castle standing in the cold wind.

"Contract Castle..." On the way to the main hall of the castle, Windsor Mapel couldn't help but raised her head, looked at the flag flying high above the castle, and said thoughtfully, "It was established in the Ansu era. , and witnessed the fall of Anzu... The peace agreement between Ansu and Typhon, the commercial agreement between Typhon and Cecil, the armistice agreement, the new peace agreement... one after another symbolizes the "unity and progress together" 'The agreements were all signed here, and to this day, forces from different countries and races have been gathered here to devote themselves to one cause, and this 'Fort of Treaty' has finally lived up to its name..."

"I don't remember you being such an emotional person, able to express such deep insights." Daniel glanced at the former apprentice lightly, "Don't you just know how to bury your head in the laboratory to study magic?"

"...Teacher, you are joking. This is not a deep understanding of mine. It's just a feeling." Windsor laughed, shaking her head slightly and said, "I just remembered the past few years between us and Ansu and Sebastian. The various events that happened in the Syl Empire seem to be inseparable from this castle. Even His Majesty has said in private that this castle will leave a strong mark in the history books of later generations. .”

"It's also good for important historical events to be concentrated in one place," Daniel said casually, "at least future students can memorize a few place names when they memorize materials-if you encounter a major historical event that you really can't remember the place where it happened, fill in the Contracting Fort has at least half the probability of scoring."

Windsor suddenly showed a look of surprise. She looked at the old mage blankly, as if she couldn't believe what she heard, but Mary, who had been walking behind with her head bowed, couldn't help laughing, and then quickly covered her mouth. Shut up.

"What are you laughing at, you're useless," Daniel turned his head to look at the black-haired female apprentice, then looked up at Windsor, "Why don't you smile?"

"I..." Windsor choked, and pulled the corner of her mouth in embarrassment, "Sorry, mentor, I didn't expect you to be joking, and I didn't realize it all at once..."

"The two of you are almost equally worthless," Daniel shook his head seemingly dissatisfied, then looked up to the front, the gate of the main hall was not far away, and the flag representing the Cecil Empire was flying on the flagpole in front of the main hall On one occasion, he asked casually, "Who is the technical director sent by Cecil? Have you inquired about it? Do you understand?"

"Ah, of course, I have inquired about it." Windsor nodded immediately, and said the information he had obtained through internal channels earlier in the morning, "It is the chief arcanist of the Cecil Empire, Master Kamel Slane—— It is said that he is a powerful ancient heroic soul who came from the heyday of the Gondor Empire and has lived for 1000 years. Some kind of powerful and incredible pure energy reshaped his body, making this powerful ancient magician To be able to live forever..."

When talking about events in this extraordinary realm, even a powerful and noble legendary mage accidentally entered a state of gossip, and Windsor Mapel said a lot of "extraordinary legends" about Kamel Slane in one breath and "epic experience", and then suddenly reacted and coughed twice in embarrassment: "According to the documents disclosed within the Theocratic Council, Master Kamel is an ancient rebel who knows many secrets in the field of gods. He specializes in His technology tends to be ancient runes, mathematical logic, and the theory of arcane evocation, and the pure arcane energy source we used this time was designed by him."

Daniel listened quietly to the apprentice's narration, the expression on his face remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, until after Windsor finished speaking, he nodded slightly, and said very calmly: "I heard something."

Mary, who was following Daniel, lowered her head from just now, hiding her eyes and expressions—does she know how her mentor is related to Master Kamel? She is an old acquaintance, and she has often been on the nerves lately. The level of playing cards on the Internet, the basic process of the two masters playing cards is as follows: Daniel wins, and Kamel asks Mary a question, and Kamel wins, Daniel asks Mary a question...

Windsor couldn't see Mary's expression, nor could she hear Daniel's thoughts. She just felt that the instructor's attitude was a little too cold, so she couldn't help reminding: "Master Kamel is a respectable scholar. I I have read some of his papers in the public journals, and not only I, but many in the Royal Society of Mages respect him. You can also get closer to him-after all, the relationship between Typhon and Cecil is now The relationship between them has been harmonious, and academic exchanges are even more supported by His Majesty, on this matter, even those domestic congressmen can't say anything."

Daniel squinted at Windsor: "Do you think I care about those walking dead in the parliament?"

Windsor was choked immediately, and he could only smile awkwardly, but he was not surprised by this in his heart—the mentor has always been a proud person, and unless he really got his approval, others said that the boasting of God would be in his ears. It is meaningless, this is still the case in Typhon's academic circle, let alone facing a scholar from another country, it is normal for him to have such a reaction.

Daniel saw the change in Windsor's expression. He still maintained the same indifference and indifference on his face, but there seemed to be a smile in the depths of his eyes. Then he passed his former apprentice, stepped forward, and pushed open the door leading to The door to the main hall.

In the main hall of the Treaty Fort, the brilliance of the magic spar lamp illuminates this spacious and imposing place.

This hall, which mixed the architectural styles of Typhon and Cecil, was entirely made of extremely solid boulders, and its walls were covered with a special paint mixed with fine gold powder, which made the entire hall glow. A faint metallic luster.There is not a single pillar in the entire hall, and the round high dome is completely supported by an exquisite structure, and the biggest benefit of this structure for the people who are in this fort today is that they can more easily move the huge The portal device is installed inside the hall instead of continuing to remove more pillars, walls and do a lot of follow-up reinforcements.

At this very moment, in the place where kings and emperors used to sign alliances, frontline commanders used to direct operations, and places where the wounded were treated urgently during the God Killing War, a "battle" at the forefront of technology has begun. A huge metal pedestal with a multi-ring structure was installed in the center of the hall where the oath altar was originally placed—the covenant originally stored here had long since expired with the disintegration of Anzu and was recycled into the museum.

Around the metal base, a large number of auxiliary devices are still in the basic state. Countless parts and materials are stacked in an orderly manner throughout the hall. Construction workers are using paint to draw the remaining work areas and baselines on the ground. Technicians in all kinds of magician robes, engineering mages, and Typhon scholars came and went between various areas, busy counting supplies, checking equipment conditions, and directing workers to construct.

A tall figure full of the radiance of the Olympiad is floating next to the pedestal in the center of the hall, subtle energy sparks are jumping and flowing between his rune armor pieces, and he is curiously observing the complex set in the pedestal device. Rune array, and exchange a few words with the technicians beside him from time to time - this is Kamel Slein, the chief think tank and grand arcanist of the Cecil Empire, as the Cecil side of the "Gate" plan The chief technical officer, he was ordered to oversee the crucial project here.

A strange breath came from the direction of the entrance of the hall, and Kamel immediately stopped talking with the people next to him. He turned around in the air, and saw three figures appearing at the door, walking towards this side.

One is a tall and dignified middle-aged lady, the other is an old and gloomy old mage wearing a black robe, and a young female mage also wearing a black robe and short black hair. Followed behind the old mage, like a baby bird following the steps.

The brilliance of the Olympiad in Kamel's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he floated down from mid-air, towards the direction of the visitor - he met Daniel's eyes very calmly, with a happy "expression" on his "face", without the slightest Worried that the Typhon technicians next to him could see the slightest clue from the change in his "look".

After all, except for a few colleagues who get along with Cecil day and night, no one in this world can see the slightest expression change from his 200 lumen face...

"Master Kamel," Windsor came to Kamel, with a dignified smile on his face - except in front of the mentor and His Majesty, the president of the Royal Wizards Association can maintain the most up-to-date attitude on any occasion. A decent smile, "Good day—this is my mentor, Master Daniel, and this is Mary, a senior scholar from the Imperial Craft Association, and also another apprentice of my mentor."

While speaking, the legendary mage couldn't help but look at Kamel again. Her eyes swept across the arcane sparks and rune armor pieces that were full of him, with curiosity and surprise in her eyes.

It's an incredible life form... he needs to eat and?Do you need to drink water?Need to go to the toilet?Need to recharge?Do you have normal heat and cold perception?Need to sleep?Do you need to turn off the lights when you sleep?If need be...how did his "lights" turn off?

Windsor Mapel lowered his head slightly, suppressing all the series of slightly offensive questions that popped up in his mind, while Kamel turned his attention to Daniel. After a brief stare, he broke the silence and said in his voice With a smile: "It's the first time I met you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Daniel——I've heard of your name in some academic newspapers."

"It's my first time meeting you, and I'm also very glad to meet you, Master Kamel," Daniel maintained his usual indifferent expression, "I've heard about you too—from my apprentice."

Mary on the side lowered her head like Windsor, with a look of not daring to breathe, as if she was too nervous because she saw such a "character" for the first time.

In fact, she was really nervous - because she hadn't solved any of the three big questions that Master Kamel left for her when they met in the neural network last time...

After two simple greetings, Kamel floated half a step forward, stretching out an "arm" full of the brilliance of the Mathematical Olympiad: "Shake hands? This is the way we Cecilians express our goodwill."

Daniel glanced at the energy pulse flowing on the opponent's arm, and asked cautiously, "Is it hot?"

"Don't worry," Kamel laughed, "you won't even feel noticeable heat."

Only then did Daniel stretch out his hand, a palm made of flesh and blood came into contact with a mass of surging arcane light, and then quickly separated.

"Okay, the necessary greetings and mutual introductions have been completed, now let's get down to business," Kamel said, taking half a step back and turning his gaze to Windsor Mapel, "I was just observing the base of your portal The structure now has some questions, and I hope they can be answered..."

A smile appeared on Windsor's face immediately: "Of course, you can ask questions."

……

When the technicians in the Fortress of the Treaty started to build a "bridgehead" in order to march towards the Kingdom of God, at the southern foot of the Dark Mountains, another large-scale "march" plan was also in full swing. The first step in action was launched.

The southern exit of the disobedient fortress is also an important gateway located on the gentle south side of the Dark Mountains. In the outer area of ​​the "South Gate Fortress" that is armed with magical cannons and alloy armor to every inch of the wall bricks, engineering vehicles are Gathered in the first city wall, a large number of resources, machinery and personnel mobilized from the territory of the empire formed several batches of teams here. The material boxes were sent to large trucks, and the tanks and multi-purpose combat vehicles performing escort missions were undergoing the last round of inspections and were preparing to head to the south soon.

The great architect Gordon stood on the height of the outer city wall, his eyes turned away from the convoy in the assembly area, and turned to the forest outside the city wall.

In the distance, the Black Forest was still lush, and dense and distorted huge plants filled his field of vision. These plants, which had been nourished by the chaotic magic in the wasteland, had become extremely strong and showed no signs of fading in the past winter. And in the midsummer that just ended, more twisted plants emerged from the edge of the Black Forest, as if they wanted to provoke the "border" set by the Cecil Empire at the South Gate Fortress.

Of course the imperial soldiers garrisoning the fortress could not stand this provocation, so they responded justly to the Black Forest during the last fortnight of summer with heavy burners and garrison guns on the ramparts - and now those growths on the edge of the forest are no longer After being driven back once, Gordon looked in the direction of the last burning, as if he could still see the green smoke curling up from there.

"Build a railway that runs through the Black Forest..." the architect muttered twice, with a smile on his face, "This is really a bit of a challenge."

Chapter 1199

The investigation of the power of the death of all things in the wasteland has reached a bottleneck, but this does not mean that the empires outside the magnificent wall will stop their counterattacks against the wasteland—on the contrary, because of the The current situation is completely unknown, and this puts extra pressure on several major empires, making them more urgent to penetrate the wasteland, even if it is only to establish an initial forward base.

Thus, the action of the mortal kingdoms to counterattack the wasteland began.

In the south of the mainland, the Silver Empire has united with the Gaoling Kingdom to establish a huge ranger force, and began to advance northward along the border forest with the giant guardian tree, gradually compressing the polluted area outside the magnificent wall, while in the north of the mainland And in the northeast direction, Typhon and Cecil have mobilized a lot of manpower and material resources, and started to build several railways running through the polluted area, preparing to use these "steel arteries" as fulcrums to pry open the solid pollution barriers around the wasteland.

The Great Architect Gordon stood on the watchtower of the first wall of the South Gate Fortress, his eyes fell on the edge of the Black Forest in the distance. In the depths of the forest, he could see some faint man-made structures rising from those towering twisted Protruding from among the trees, its metal or crystal spires shine brightly in the sun, like jewels inlaid in the forest, connecting one after another into lines, pointing far away in the direction of the magnificent wall.

Those are the outposts set up in the Black Forest, the exposed spiers of the mana broadcast towers or shield generators in the outposts.

In the past days, many people believed that the Black Forest was a dead land that cut off life for human beings. The countries were discouraged before the blockade of the Black Forest, because of the high cost, huge risk and low cost of fighting the Black Forest. However, there are two exceptions. One is the Typhon Empire, which has always maintained the warning zone of the western wasteland, and the other is Cecil, which has always regarded counterattacking the wasteland as its goal. In comparison, the Cecilians have gone even further than Typhon in this regard.

As early as the Ansu era before the establishment of the Cecil Empire, in the joint repair and reinforcement of the magnificent wall by various countries, Cecil used heavy incinerators and armored troops to forcibly open up in the Black Forest. A road that leads directly to the wasteland, and after the joint operation that year, this original "temporary passage" was not abandoned, but instead received long-term maintenance and a series of "additions". Based on this road, the construction corps stationed at the southern foot of the Dark Mountains continued to expand the control area of ​​the South Gate Fortress, and built a series of outposts and supply nodes along the road. The control area extended southward to At the foot of the Sentinel Tower.

Today, this long-term project finally has the time to play a major role.

The "Sentry Road" in the Black Forest will become the basis for entering the wasteland. The energy stations, military stations and supply nodes set up along the way will be used to provide important support for the follow-up engineering troops. A charging railway with the highest standard so far will start from Departing from the South Gate Fortress, all the way through the black forest and the banded plains around the Sentinel Tower, until reaching the foot of the magnificent wall, and then the empire's steel fortresses and legions will reach the territory of the ancient country of Gondor through this steel artery, where they will build It is the first advance base for mankind to counterattack the wasteland.

The sound of footsteps came from the side, and Gordon looked back at the Black Forest. He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and saw a short, muscular colleague in a thick black coat walking towards him. come.

That was Bruce Panshi, an outstanding craftsman who was promoted to become a great architect two years ago. This master engineer with dwarf blood was once one of the members of the "Hundred People Aid Reconstruction Group" who came to the southern border during the Cecil Territory. In the restoration project of the magnificent wall, the engineering team led by him shined brilliantly (this is also an important reason why he was promoted to become a great architect), and in the next counterattack on the waste soil, this man who is very familiar with the "contamination area construction" An experienced technologist will also be one of the key heads of the engineering department, which will undoubtedly be a privilege.

"Hey, Gordon," Bruce raised his hand and greeted Gordon, his voice was as loud as thunder in the mountains, "Did you see the first echelon of engineering assembled in the square? Those earth element resonance guides, large ones The lifting mechanism, and the shiny mechanical cabin! Let me tell you, I like our new mission, and now the most advanced construction machinery in the empire has been sent here!"

"I saw it, of course I saw it, I've been watching it all morning," Gordon shrugged, "and we have to watch it for a longer time - build a railway from here to the wasteland area It's not an easy project."

"We already have a road, in the Black Forest - with those stations along the way, all the preliminary survey and logistics supply work will be easier," Bruce came to Gordon, his face flushed , "I dare say that the Typhon's construction progress is definitely slower than ours this time-they are also building a railway from Winter Wolf Castle to the wasteland area, but they have not built in the Black Forest in the past few years There are so many supply stations and energy stations, and after the battle of Winterhold, they don't have so many engineering mages now..."

"According to the information I received, they have sent 1 engineering mages to the Black Forest, Bruce," Gordon glanced at the loud colleague, "there are [-] more on the way."

Bruce's flushed face suddenly became a little stiff, and after being stunned in the cold wind for a while, the architect with dwarf blood couldn't help muttering: "Damn rich...damn money ability..."

"Look at it, think about the current situation - it's a good thing for us that the Typhon people can put in so much effort to do this," Gordon said unhurriedly, as the first follower One of Gawain Cecil's technicians, he has been in contact with almost all large-scale projects in the empire, and has learned about many "big plans" formulated by His Majesty, and now he naturally has a different perspective, "Counterattacking the wasteland is not a A matter of state, the more reinforcements surround us after the vanguard reaches the Great Wall, the safer the fighters and engineers will be."

Bruce touched his nose: "...Damn, what you said really makes sense."

Gordon grinned. He looked at the gate under the high wall and saw that the vehicles of the engineering team had started to drive out. He said casually: "Instead of studying this troublesome 'situation issue', I I suddenly remembered a joke that I often saw on the anonymous version of Cecil on the neural network recently..."

Bruce rubbed his red nose: "What joke?"

"How many of these things we personally experienced today will become the 'full-text recitation' in students' textbooks a few years later," Gordon laughed, "Look at the convoys under your feet, and think about your past few days. The plan you submitted today, especially the big paragraph you wrote in front of the plan... what kind of content, I think there will definitely be a page of you in the future history books. Seriously, just focus on this You should write those things shorter, too."

"Whatever," Bruce muttered, "it's not my back anyway..."

Gordon shrugged his shoulders, ignoring what his colleagues muttered in a low voice, while Bruce on the side felt a little bored. In the increasingly cold autumn wind, this robust man with dwarf blood poked his head and looked in the direction of the Black Forest. His gaze swept across the lush and distorted plants, and then slowly moved to the relatively desolate "unpolluted areas" near the fortress. A green tree that looked extraordinarily lush suddenly caught his eyes, making his eyes widen slightly. .

"Hey, Gordon," he touched the elbow of his colleague beside him, "the forest didn't seem so lush a few days ago, right? Why does it seem to have suddenly sprung up these days?"

"Is it that exaggerated?" Gordon glanced over there, not paying much attention to his words, "It's just a forest, and it's still outside the polluted area of ​​the Black Forest. We sent someone to check it once before, and those are just It's just an ordinary plant, not the kind of pollution product in the black forest that is saturated with magic energy, corrupted and poisoned."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "However, the forest grows really fast... It is probably also partially affected by the Black Forest. After all, this is the edge of the polluted area, and most of the animals and plants are a bit weird , There are many twisted and mutated animals and plants in the Dark Mountains."

"It's also possible..."

……

The autumn wind blew across the freshly cleaned street, rolling the decorative banners hanging in front of the shops facing the street nearby. Pea walked on the wide "Knight Street" with two books just borrowed from the library. On the street, when a gust of wind suddenly blew by, she subconsciously narrowed her eyes and looked up to the other side of the street.

Although it is autumn now, the roadside trees planted in this block are all special varieties cultivated by druids. They grow in the southern border of the empire, but they are as resistant to cold weather as their northern relatives. In the past, some leaves fell from the treetops, but it did not affect the overall lushness, and I don't know if it was an illusion. Since the temperature dropped in autumn, not only did the plants in this block show no signs of wilting, but some of them looked younger than in midsummer. It will also flourish.

Pea blinked her eyes, but she was not an expert in the field of plants, so she quickly put this insignificant phenomenon behind her, but the colder weather made her think of one thing:

It has been a long time since my father went to the north to perform missions. He didn't come back for this year's Recovery Festival, or even last year's Harvest Festival and Relief Festival. Now that summer is coming and autumn is coming... Calculate the date, he should be back soon, right?

Some thoughts appeared in her heart, and the artificial nerve cord attached to the back of Pea's head also squirmed slightly according to the emotional changes. At this moment, a whistling wind and a low growl suddenly came from the air, causing her to raise her head in surprise. Come.

A huge and mighty figure pierced the sky, and quickly passed over the northern urban area. The figure was shrouded in a layer of golden brilliance in the bright sunlight of the huge sun, and the edges of the opened giant wings were glowing with metallic luster. A formidable structure of iron and steel covered her fiery, scaled torso, limbs, and tail, like a figure from a bard's tale, reflected in Pea's eyes.

"Dragon? Dragonborn?" Pea watched in surprise as the figure flew over her head and descended towards a nearby block. Has it moved outside the city... Why are there still people flying around in the bustling area..."

Some doubts arose in her mind, and Pea ran towards the direction where the "Steel Dragon" landed—she wasn't doing it to watch the fun, but was worried about what would happen to the intruding dragon descendant during the landing process. Trouble, after all, that place is not far from her home.

……

After a series of thrilling deceleration and "flank flight", the mighty red dragon finally controlled the speed and altitude over the urban area. The huge body remained stable, and then with the assistance of the anti-gravity system, Azalena finally completed the last step of landing with a very chic and beautiful "short-distance elevation landing", which shocked the entire small square. With a sudden impact and a loud "bang", the dragon's claws were firmly printed on the open space of the landing zone.

Afterwards, the dragon-born lady with fiery red scales seemed to react on the spot, and then shook her huge head left and right: "It's a bit uncomfortable to land according to the normal process..."

As soon as the words fell, a figure staggered out of her shoulder. Byron covered his head, his voice sounded quite painful, but he still did not forget to question loudly: "Just now you were dozens of meters above the ground. Did you plan to transform into a human form and jump down?! I have seen your initial movement of transformation!"

"Didn't I remember at the last moment that you were still on my back?" Azalena yelled without turning her head, and at the same time lowered one wing to form a ramp leading to the ground, "And what is it? The initial movement of transformation, can you still tell from my flying posture when I intend to transform?"

Byron covered his head, but his voice was still loud: "There's nothing that can't be judged—how many times have you smashed my deck in the past month or so? The person in charge of cleaning the deck on my ship can tell when you plan to jumping from the sky..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Azalena shook her wings and tail, "come down quickly, my wings have flown all the way, and I will be very tired if I keep on like this."

"What are you tired of? Most of your strength comes from the pile of machines on your body. You think I don't know that the latest model of Steel Wing has a 'fixed speed cruise' function?" Byron muttered, and then his face turned pale. He waved his hand badly, "Wait a minute, let me take it easy... This journey was too tossing, especially when I landed at the end... My stomach is not feeling well right now..."

"Huh?!" Azalena's whole back shook when she heard this, "Then you have to hurry down! Don't spit on my back! Damn it, why didn't you say you were afraid of heights before you set off?" This level?! And I remember that you were not afraid of heights back then!"

"I'm not afraid of heights, I just don't like flying in the sky...don't shake it, Azalena, stop! Don't shake it! If you shake it, I can't...I can't help it, I really...vomit... ..."

After a series of unbearable vomiting sounds, the entire small square fell into an instant of extreme silence.

After a few seconds, the furious dragon's roar finally resounded through half a block——

"Byron!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Chapter 1200 The Dragon and the Ticket

Byron suddenly recalled when he was still very young—earlier than when he became a knight, earlier than when he became a mercenary, and even earlier than when he became an apprentice swordsman.

That was when he was a teenager, and he once did a feat that is now considered very remarkable—when he was herding the family’s cattle, he climbed on the back of the bull, and then stabbed the bull’s back with a long nail. back, and spend the next 3 minutes imagining yourself as a heroic knight trying to tame a dragon.

Ah, what could be more thrilling and thrilling than a feat like that, save being in bed for ten whole days afterwards?

Yes, when the bull under the ass is replaced by a real, raging female dragon.

Byron doesn't remember exactly how he got to the ground, but he only remembers a series of violent jolts, a sudden lift-off, a series of mid-air rolls and gyrations, a deafening roar, and one more than a fall from the back of a bull. There is also an impressive "landing", he felt pain everywhere on his body, but it was amazing that he didn't break a single bone - when he got up from the ground while thanking himself that his body was still strong, he was very happy. On the head of the red dragon that slowly hangs down from a height.

A pair of orange-red vertical pupils glowing with magical power stared at him, close enough to see the clear reflection in the pupils, the nose of the red dragon fluttered slightly, revealing a frightening, half-meter-wide bared-toothed ferocious expression, Byron was sure that he saw the rising smoke and flames from the corner of the other party's mouth, and when he thought about what he had done to this lady's back just now, he immediately stepped back half a step wisely: "Ashalei Na, calm down! I didn't mean it just now..."

"Left, or right?" Red Dragon's deep and unhappy voice came from above, but it seemed to have calmed down a little.