Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

After struggling in the storm for a while, Harrog had to turn back and fly to an area with relatively mild wind speed. After this trip, they also confirmed that Sarannar must not have passed through this never-ending storm , because even Harrog, who was stronger than Sarannar, could not last long in such a storm.

After searching back and forth in the milder sea for a while, the sky gradually darkened. The first day's search seemed to be fruitless, and Harrog returned to the coast before dark.Dragons are just as blind as humans to see in the dark, and even a dragon as strong as Harrog needs rest.

With the last twilight before the sun went down, Harrog caught an elk in the wilderness, swallowed it in two or three bites, then caught another one, ate most of it, and threw a deer leg on the plug. in front of Lars.

"Eat!" Harrog said imperatively.

A weary Silas looked up at him blankly.

Harrog grunted, "Humans are troublesome," and spewed a mouthful of dragon flame from his throat, roasting the deer leg half raw and half charred.

"You have to eat, and then sleep in the straw pile, even I can see that your body is going to die." Red Dragon said thoughtfully.

Silas sighed. "You're right, I need something to eat."

He knew in his heart that even if he tortured himself like this, it would not make things better, and he had to save some energy to continue searching tomorrow.Silas drew his sword and cut off the less charred part of the deer's leg, forcing himself to eat as much as he could.

Seeing Silas eating his prey, Harrog felt as if he had accomplished something great, and he knelt down on the grass contentedly and said: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, let's find two more days, if If you still can't find anything, even if I have an explanation to myself, you can accept the reality, you can't dive into the water and turn over all the seabed."

"Well." Silas said softly, "No matter what the result is, I still want to thank you, Lord Harrog..."

Before he could finish, Silas noticed that Harrog had put his big head on the grass and was snoring loudly.

That night, Silas dreamed of Sarannar again.

The black dragon's black scales were almost integrated with the pitch-black sea water. If it weren't for the white bones and white muscles soaked in sea water, Silas could hardly see him.

"You're finally here." The shattered black dragon raised his head to look at him, his eyes were no longer beautiful golden, but turned cloudy white like other long-dead animals.

"Well, I finally found you." Silas hugged his rotten head and said distressedly, "It's dark and cold here, isn't it uncomfortable?"

"It's okay if you get used to it." Heilong said calmly, "At least it's quiet here, and there aren't so many bad things to worry about."

"That's good," Silas said softly, pressing his face against his head.

"Will you stay with me?" The black dragon looked at him with cloudy eyes.

"I will always be with you." Silas said firmly, kissing his skull.

Then he was awakened roughly by the red dragon's rough trampling.

"Don't go to sleep, it's daylight," said Harrog.

Silas yawned and rubbed his eyes in a daze as he prepared to climb onto Harrog's back.

"You seem to be a little different?" Harrog tilted his huge head in confusion, and looked at Silas curiously. He couldn't explain why. To describe it, it feels like a heavy burden has been suddenly let go.

"Would it?" Silas scratched the red hair a little strangely.

"Look at you laughing!" said Harrog in surprise.

"I just think that everything can't be worse than it is now anyway." Silas smiled again, "It's better to smile than not to laugh at this time."

Harrog was bewildered and looked at this elusive human being in confusion, but after thinking about it, it was still a matter of business, so he didn't care much about it.

They continued to search on the sea. The Endless Sea is indeed a mysterious sea area. As the search deepened, in addition to the hurricane, Silas also witnessed the legendary thunderstorm cloud as high as the mountain and the moving fog. There are waterspouts and creepy giant shadows that swoop across the surface of the sea.

Harrog flew with Silas for a whole day, until dusk, when he was tired and ready to return to the coastline to rest, Silas suddenly said, "Look at what that is?"

Dragons have better eyesight than humans, and Harrog looked in the direction Silas pointed, and found that there was actually a small island there.

"It's an island, great, we can spend the night there, saving the journey back and forth." Harrog flew towards the island.

When I flew closer, the area of ​​the island was not small. It was mainly composed of two hills, one tall and one short.

Silas suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Quick! Get closer, I seem to see him!"

"Oh my God, it's really him!" Harrog saw it more clearly than Silas, there was a particularly striking scar in the middle of the green forest, and a large number of trees were knocked down or broken, forming a scar. There was a long impact mark, and the huge black dragon lay at the end of the mark, lying there motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Silas didn't know what happened to Sarannar, but it was obvious that he hit the ground directly without slowing down or landing.

Silas was so anxious that he wished he could grow two wings, and immediately flew over to find out, but Harrog suddenly turned around when he was approaching the island, and flew away past the island.

"What are you doing? He's right there!" Silas was anxious.

"The air here is not right, and I feel a little dizzy and sleepy when I get close to the island."

"...Why didn't I feel that?"

"You don't need to fly, of course you don't take in as much air as I do." Harrog said angrily, "If it wasn't for the fact that Sarannar fell there for no reason and alerted me, I wouldn't have It's easy to spot that."

"Then what should we do?" Silas now hated himself even more for not having wings.

"I can't go down. Salanar is so powerful, and he's stuck here. I'm sure I'll never go back."

"But...we've all seen him, are you going to just give up and let him fend for himself?" Silas knew that it was unreasonable for him to risk his life for the red dragon, but he relied on himself There is no way to get past it.

"I don't know what happened to him, but judging from the situation, he is probably dead. I can't lose myself for this little hope." Red Dragon's explanation is more like convincing himself, "It's not because I am cowardly, dragons have never despised their lives like humans."

"I understand, Lord Harrog." Silas untied the belt tied around his leg, "I beg you one last thing, take the risk of approaching again, throw me into the sea near that island, I Swim over by yourself."

"Are you going to die? The air there is obviously poisonous!"

"I know, but there might be salvation for Sarannar, it's all in sight, I absolutely can't just give up like this, otherwise I won't forgive myself in this life." Silas's voice was resolute. "If I don't have time to save him, I'd rather die by his side, Lord Harrog, please."

"Human beings are really... unreasonable." Harrog turned around again, "Okay, I will send you to that island, and I will come back tomorrow. If you are still alive at that time, you will be on the beach Light a fire there, and I'll see the smoke and I'll come and take you back."

"Thank you so much, Lord Harrog!" Silas smiled with relief.

Harrog snorted: "Don't thank me, mortal, I also really want to know if Sarannar is still saved, but I'm not as desperate as you."

The red dragon didn't throw Silas directly into the water, but held his breath, and swooped towards the sandy beach of the island like an arrow leaving the string, he couldn't wait to shake Silas off his body as soon as he landed Go down, and then fly away in a hurry.

Silas fell on the beach, and after seeing Harrog flying far away, he took a very loud breath. After taking this breath, his figure became a little shaky, Silas almost He thought he would fall into the sea, but Harrog flapped his wings tenaciously and flew away staggeringly.

Silas got up and walked towards the forest on the island. At this time, the sky was already dark, and the forest was even darker. He couldn't see anything, but he could vaguely smell a strange fragrance.

Silas pulled some dry grass and set them ablaze with a fireball.With the same fireball technique, Salanar can cast a big fireball that is bigger than a person, but what Silas released is only a small flame the size of an egg, but it is much more convenient to use to ignite the fire than flint.

After such a short while, he already felt a little dizzy, Silas shook his head, ignited a dead branch with dry grass, and walked deep into the forest with this simple torch.

This island is very strange. Generally speaking, islands are a paradise for birds, but here there is not even a bird—or, not even a bird that can fly.Silas saw several pheasants with small wings and strong feet.Maybe they shouldn't be called pheasants, they are much bigger than pheasants, they look round and clumsy, and they are not alert. A novel species that walks on two legs.

When the number of these fat birds gathered enough, they even tried to attack Silas, tearing Silas's clothes with their serrated beaks, Silas brandished a torch and burned the feathers of several birds. He drew out his sword and hacked to death a clumsy fat bird. Only then did the fat birds realize that this biped creature was not to be trifled with, and immediately dispersed.