Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

According to common sense, human strength must not be able to push a dragon, so the soldiers who saw this scene all guessed that the black dragon should actually be retreating.

Because the dragon's front claws are not suitable for grasping something as thin as a spear, and the fire bag pierced through his chest makes him unable to breathe out, and he is born without dragon power—even if he has it, it will be useless, let alone in such an emergency. Concentrating on casting spells under such circumstances, he had no choice but to back away to avoid the spear piercing his chest from going deeper, but Silas held the handle of the gun tightly and kept moving as the black dragon retreated. Dash forward until they both tumbled from the cliff at Dragon's Summit.

The soldiers watched dumbfounded as the black dragon flapped its wings a few times in the air, but failed to fly. The long spear pierced too deeply, and the black dragon tumbled and fell down the cliff despite struggling as hard as it could.

For a dragon, the damage from falling from a high altitude is likely to be fatal, not to mention the terrifying height of the dragon's summit. Not long after the black dragon fell off the cliff, there was an earth-shattering explosion from below.

The sound was so violent that the entire Silver Stream City felt an earthquake-like tremor, and many of the soldiers on the top of the dragon suffered hearing damage in the following days.

The soldiers who were still in shock went down to the bottom of the cliff and saw a large pit with a diameter of tens of meters blasted out on the ground, and even a large hole more than ten meters high was blasted out on the cliff.

After they searched the scene carefully, they only found a small amount of scorched black meat in the pit, and a small piece of metal gun handle was left.

Because it all happened so quickly and suddenly, and the witnesses were so far away, no one can say exactly why Silas did not release the spear in time, but fell down the cliff with the black dragon.

Some people said that his hand was entangled by the iron chain connected to the spear, some said that he was determined to die with Sarannar from the beginning, and some said that he did it in order to penetrate the spear to a fatal depth. At the expense of his own life.

No matter what the reason is, the leader of the Dragon Clan is dead, and the attack in Silver Stream City can be regarded as revenge. In this way, he suddenly became the dragon-slaying hero in people's minds.

Of course, King Heather would not stay on the top of the dragon, which may be in danger at any time, so he did not witness what happened with his own eyes. After hearing the mixed reports from some parties, he always felt that the whole thing revealed a suspicious feeling. breath.But Silas has indeed died with Sarannar, and death is the most important thing. King Heather had no choice but to agree with this statement, posthumously awarded a title to Silas, and declared that he was the dragon slayer who saved the kingdom from danger. He is a hero, and plans to erect a monument to him in the square of the Blue Palace to promote this heroic dedication.

The grief-stricken Yehelena has since become the "Mother of the Hero" and gained unprecedented status and fame.As a wealthy lady with no children, she soon became the new favorite in the social arena, and was enthusiastically pursued by many men, one of whom was even 12 years younger than her.

Many people are worried that the death of the leader of the dragon clan will lead to the crazy revenge of the dragon clan on humans, but it is gratifying that for a long time to come, the group of dragons on the top of the dragon never appeared in people's eyes again. In sight, it is said that they found an unknown island in the endless sea, and now they have decided to move to that small island called "Dragon Island" by humans to cultivate their health and rest, and will never interact with humans again, and Some dragons who originally lived in other places also moved to that dragon island.

Although there are some people who worry that if the dragons stay away from the war on that island and have children, and the huge numbers will recover in the future, it will cause more serious disasters to human beings, but most people are unwilling to think about it. Far away, but happily enjoying the hard-won "peace" and "security".

After all the dust settled, in a tavern in a small town outside of Silver Brook, a bard was playing the three-stringed zither and singing the most popular ballad recently - the legend of the dragon-slaying hero Silas.

At a table in the corner of the tavern, a man in his 30s, whose appearance was so ordinary that people might not remember him even if he met him a dozen times, said to another person sitting opposite him: "You finally got your wish. How does it feel to be a hero sung by bards?"

"That's it." The person opposite shrugged his shoulders, raised his glass and took a sip of ale.

When he raised his head, the red hair on his forehead and a pair of tired eyes were exposed under the pulled down hood.

How would that bard feel if he knew that the hero and the dragon in the story were sitting peacefully and friendly at the same table, sharing a plate of food, and listening to the story of the hero slaying the dragon.

The leader of the dragon tribe who made himself very inconspicuous looked at his former knight with complicated eyes: "I still can't figure out why you jumped down after me, the ending of 'both perish' is not very good with the script we discussed. Same."

"Do I have to follow your script?" Silas said a little unhappy.

"That's not what I meant." Sarannar smiled, not angry at Silas' bad attitude.

Silas has always been an obedient little sheep in front of Salanar. He dare not say anything about what the master said. Even when Sarannar made some arrangements that he was not very happy with, he always gritted his teeth Try to cooperate as much as possible, but now he seems to suddenly become particularly rebellious, which makes Sarannar find it interesting.

The former leader of the Dragon Knights sighed, and said with some disinterest: "I just suddenly felt that living as a dragon slaying hero is actually meaningless. I admit that my mind is relatively simple, and I can't adapt to the life of intrigue in the court, and I don't want to. Deal with those people again and be manipulated by them."

Sarannar smiled a little helplessly: "Why do I feel that I have also been classified as one of the 'those people' you mentioned?"

"As long as you know," Silas said.

Salanar is basically the same kind of person as King Heather and Prince Alistar, and Silas seems to have committed adultery and is always being hurt by such people.

He thought back to the night when the Dragons attacked, the darkest and most hopeless night of his life.

Although rationally speaking, as the leader of the Dragon Clan, Salanar’s actions for the Dragon Clan are understandable, and it would be unreasonable to blindly fall to humans when the two clans are at odds with each other, but as the leader of the Dragon Clan and humans A person in a dilemma, the dragon's sudden attack on Silver Brook City hit Silas even more than being deceived by the country and betrayed by friends.

That night, Silas sat alone in the dark, silent for a long, long time, the pain was over, and he didn't know who to hate or how to hate, and there was only a cold numbness left in his heart.

There were slight footsteps in the darkness, and Silas didn't respond at all until the candlestick on the table was lit, and the dancing candlelight illuminated Sarannar's face.

Salanar put the candlestick on the table in front of Silas, looked at the motionless Silas, he sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to touch the solidified wound on Silas's face.

Silas finally reacted, he grabbed Sarannar's wrist, and before Sarannar touched him, he used unquestionable force to separate the opponent's hand.

Salanar gave up his movements, and for the first time, that face, which was always calm and gentle, showed such an anxious and helpless expression: "Why are you so stubborn? Could it be that for you, even if you are abused by those mobs? Is it better to be stoned to death than to stay by my side?"

Silas' voice sounded very hoarse because of exhaustion and thirst, and his tone was as calm as death: "How could I stay by your side? We are already enemies, have you forgotten?"

Sarannar sighed: "Even if you don't want to be with me, you can leave Silver Brook City and find a place that won't reject you and live a good life. Why stay and bear people's anger? It's not you wrong."

Silas turned his face away: "How I treat myself is my own business."

Sarannar looked at him quietly for a while, then pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him, his expression became very calm: "When I realized that the relationship between humans and dragons became more and more tense, it was no longer possible to When I reversed the situation, I prepared for the worst. I didn’t expect that everything would really develop towards this worst ending. I had planned that if you resist me because of the position of human beings, I would forcefully take you away. But in the end I chose to respect your wishes."

Silas remained silent, Salanar looked at him deeply, his golden eyes reflected the light of the dancing candles: "But you have to understand, I am willing to let go only because I hope you can live a good life. If you must To treat myself like this, even if I use the most despicable means, I will force you to stay by my side."

Silas gritted his teeth resentfully, staring at the face that once made him obsessed and said, "If you really do this, I will hate you for the rest of my life."

"So what?" Sarannar smiled faintly, "Since I can't make you happy anyway, I might as well be selfish. As long as I want, I have a lot of means to make you surrender, for example, I can Threatening you, if you dare to resist or seek death, I will mobilize the dragon clan to massacre the city, presumably my clansmen will be happy to do so."

Silas looked at him in disbelief. He always thought that Sarannar was not the kind of dragon who would make hasty decisions based on personal emotions. No matter whether his attitude towards humans was to suppress or appease, it all came from the group. The benefits are well thought out, but he is not quite sure about this now.

Compared to Silas, who couldn't hide his face, Saranar perfectly concealed his emotions, and his voice sounded without any emotional ups and downs: "It's better to make you hate me than to let you torture yourself like this, You will have a long life to slowly experience the taste of hatred, and you don't have to end your life because of a momentary inability to think about it."