" A stone is thrown down from the mountain, and it looks like us as we hurried away..."
I wrote this sentence in my diary.
In order to complete my studies, I embarked on a journey to find the "dragon " alone.
I have been to many cities in the central part of the continent and have seen flying dragons soaring in the sky, dragon horses galloping on the boundless grasslands, and fish dragons swimming in the sea.
All these things seem to prove the existence of "dragon". But research requires facts. Such a great creature has no evidence of existence. Bones, scales and other things that can prove it seem to have disappeared from the world. Only the inference from murals, carvings and legends proves its existence.
I shook my head.
Without any substantial evidence, the paper in my hand would not pass the review. There was no other way. I thought I would just go to Yurik.
Before arriving, I was full of doubts about it, but also had some expectations. I once saw a document that gave it the title: the city where the Dragon King lived, the holy land for human worship, and the city that breeds great dragons.
Before I bought the ticket, I forgot that the author of this article lived hundreds of years ago. When I began to doubt my decision, the ticket was already bought. No refunds or exchanges are allowed, which is the rule of our station.
When I got on the carriage, I clearly stated that I wanted to get off at Yurik. The driver looked to be in his fifties, with dark skin and calluses on his rough palms from the reins. He said nothing, didn't even turn his head, just responded.
It was a three-day journey to Yurik. There was no food on the dragon carriage, but the driver knew where to buy food. He always stopped at an inconspicuous place, but the food was extremely expensive. A bowl of rice with a side dish cost thirty Tajis, which was my income from a day's work.
I tried to pass the boring time by sleeping and reading. When I was sleeping, I kept having a strange dream. In the dream, there was a girl who was always shrouded in a layer of fog. I couldn't see her face clearly. After waking up, I didn't even remember what I did or said.
On the third day, when the driver stopped the carriage in a humble mountain village, he opened the curtain and spat outside. I thought someone was going to the toilet, but found that no one moved. Suddenly, the driver turned his head and spoke with a thick northern accent.
"You should get off!"
"Is this Yurik?" I was obviously a little confused.
"That's right! This is Yurik. " His tone was clearly filled with affirmation and impatience.
Under the gaze of the people in the car, I got off the car with the bag in my hands.
With the sound of the dragon horse, the carriage sped forward. After a while, it turned into a black dot and disappeared into the horizon.
I stared blankly at this place alone. The dilapidated mud houses seemed to be relics from hundreds of years ago, and the bumpy paths were not as smooth as the flower beds in the college.
I walked along this dirt road without seeing a single person along the way. The dilapidated houses and tall, decaying trees along the street seemed to be staring down at me.
The shadows of the trees swayed with the branches and leaves, as if carrying black blades, piercing deep into people's spirits and stirring their fragile nerves.
I suddenly remembered a horror story about a corpse dragon that my grandmother told me.
In a dark night, under the huge bone claws, all the people in a city were devoured by the evil corpse dragon.
Slowly, a layer of cold sweat appeared on my forehead, and I clenched my fists tightly. Fear was like a poisonous snake, usually lazily wandering in my blood. But at this moment it tightly wrapped around my heart with fear, and my heart almost exploded.
Suddenly, a dark shadow passed by, just like the front claws of the corpse dragon in my imagination. My heart skipped a beat and followed by a sharp pain, as if a sharp knife had suddenly cut through it.
I clutched my chest tightly and bent over, even breathing made my heart ache slightly. I slowly adjusted my breathing.
Wait until the cramping feeling gradually goes away.
Then I widened my eyes, plucked up my courage, took big steps, and walked over.
When I walked over, I only found a black kitten. I breathed a sigh of relief, but perhaps it was the sequelae of excessive tension, I felt weak all over, and sat down on the ground against the mottled wall.
I looked at the black cat. It was fluffy, chubby and looked a little cute.
I reached out and wanted to touch the black kitten. The black kitten was a little scared at first, and I looked at it quietly.
At this moment, only the kitten in front of me saw my miserable state, and it was the only one who could give me comfort. It began to approach me, timidly, looking like a wriggling coal ball.
"Iwu, don't come near!" someone shouted loudly.
I looked to the side following the sound and saw a girl in a skirt with purple gold flowers printed all over it. The kitten ran over obediently, its chubby legs and butt wiggling back and forth, which made people laugh.
I smiled awkwardly. A grown man was frightened by such a cute little cat. If this got out, my friends back home would say that I didn't look like a Deantarian.
Deantar is the hometown of the God of War, and everyone there has the same indomitable blood as the God of War.
I stood up and brushed the dirt off my butt.
The girl looked at me warily, and the kitten next to her lowered its head in shame, as if apologizing to the girl.
The girl looked me up and down, "Are you an outsider?"
Her eyes were as clear as water, making people believe her unconsciously.
"I'm Satu, from Deantar."
"In the past, Yurik would not welcome outsiders, especially those from Deantar. But now Yurik will not reject you, at least it does not have the power to reject you."
I looked at her strangely, trying to read something from her expression. But she didn't look at me, but at the blue sky, as if the sky held the answer to everything.
My stomach growled at an inopportune moment. I had only eaten one bowl of rice in three days and I was really starving.
"Where can I get a hot meal now?" I asked embarrassedly.
The girl pointed to the alley ahead, and I followed her direction, my head full of hunger, and rushed into the alley without looking back. Just as I was about to thank her, I turned around and found that she had disappeared without a trace.
Turning around, there was indeed a somewhat shabby restaurant, and the woman wiping the tables was the second person I saw in Yurik.
I sat on a cleaned table and said, " I'd like a tiger skin egg and a bowl of noodles with soybean paste."
The woman then put the tablecloth aside, went into the kitchen swiftly, and quickly brought the things over.
The fried egg white looked like tiger skin. I took a bite, revealing half a dark yellow yolk. I took another bite, and only the fragrance was left lingering on my fingertips.
I finished a tiger skin egg in two bites. Normally when I eat this kind of eggs, I always eat them slowly. After all, the price has doubled after being fried. But now I'm really starving.
I always feel this kind of satisfaction, joy and happiness when I am full.
"How much is it?"
The woman held out her hand, and I took out a ten-tower note from my wallet and handed it to her. She skillfully took out a five-Tajis note from her apron. I took the note and felt deeply moved. A meal like this in Deantar would cost at least ten tadala notes, and on the dragon carriage it would cost at least forty tadala notes, but here it was only five Tajis.
I continued walking deeper along the dirt road of Yurik. The yellow pine trees on the side looked out of place in the hot summer. I had seen this kind of pine trees in the forest on the southern outskirts of Deantar. They grow in winter but sleep in summer.
Summer is hot and violent, everything is flourishing, but this tree holds back at this time, like a coward afraid of competition. In Deantar, a place that advocates force, this tree is naturally looked down upon and ridiculed as a " loser on the green grass." Under people's ridicule and contempt, it almost has no place to survive, but it is so common in Yurik, which I never thought.
It was probably a prank led by a Deantar during the construction after the defeat.
I remembered the paper I read before I came to Yurik. Legend has it that this is the great origin of civilization and a holy place for people to worship.
Wherever you look, there are devastations everywhere.
The wind blew from the north, bringing a hint of chill. The area near North Sattar was indeed somewhat refreshing even in the summer. I walked aimlessly until I saw a small hotel. The wide roof was covered with special steel and hemp grass. In order to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, it was pressed down little by little with wooden slats and nailed down. When I walked into the hotel, there was no one there.
"Is anyone there?" I shouted.
Soon, someone came out from the inner room. He was a strong middle-aged man with sunburned skin. He might have been to Zhonmantar or Nanshatar before.
"How much per night?"
"Ten Tajis a night."
I was relieved because the price was not too expensive.
"How many days will you stay?" he asked.
"About half a month."
" That's OK." After saying that, he smiled and went back to the inner room to get daily necessities for me.
While he was going back to his room, I started to wander around the small living room of the hotel. There were some simple and plain furniture. What interested me most was a black sword hanging at the door. The broad blade gave people a sense of heroic spirit. The black sword body was as dark as the night sky. I admired this sword.
I had no idea that the shop owner had walked up behind me.
"Fine black crystal like this is rare nowadays." The shopkeeper said to himself, and I was shocked.
Seeing that I was scared, the shopkeeper smiled a little embarrassedly and stuffed a key with a house number and some daily necessities into my arms. I held the daily necessities and carried my bag, and walked along the corridor to the inner courtyard. There were clotheslines in the spacious inner courtyard. I looked at the house number on my key and found my room along the doors.
I opened the door and found the furnishings inside were simple, with a clean and spacious bed, a wardrobe, a stool and a writing desk. The writing desk was clean and there was nothing to write on. I rummaged through my bag and took out a stack of paper. But after searching for a long time, I found that I had not brought the pencil case that I had prepared, which contained the pens and ink I needed. I had no choice but to go out and buy a quill pen and a bottle of ink.
When everything was ready, I began to write a letter to my parents in my hometown. I tried my best to avoid reflecting my current embarrassment in the words, and instead wrote about what I saw and heard on the journey. I hoped that my family could feel my happiness, although I was not very happy.
Dear Family,
As I write this, I am already in Yurik, and the scenery along the way is exciting. I know I always make you angry at home, but after all, the ordinary always needs to be artificially splashed with some water.
When I was in school, I always went home once every six months. If I leave you in the future, I may not be able to go back for several years. But I will pray like I do now, and hope that everything is well for you.
Yurik is a beautiful little city. Although it is not as good as in the books, we all need to have eyes to discover beauty, right? I hope I can live in this strange little city, because it is the hometown of dragons. Although no one is bragging about it now, the significance of this place to me remains the same. The story of dragons has deeply attracted me since I was a kid. My grandmother's wonderful stories have accompanied me year after year. Now my grandmother has gone, but her spirit has been deeply left in my heart.
Walking in Yurik, I feel that my heart is as bright as the night sky of my hometown. I believe that I will live well here during this period of time, and I hope you don't miss me too much.
Love your child
Satu Otun
I also included a card with a picture of the scenery here in the letter. I bought it in the store when I bought a quill pen and ink. There was a pile of cards for tourists to choose from at the door of the store.
Among the cards, the one that impressed me the most was this card. It showed the majestic Dragon Palace, which looked like a real palace that existed hundreds of years ago. It was still dazzling after being beaten by wind and rain.
According to legend, it was destroyed by the coalition forces of the Tars people hundreds of years ago. The great hero, the hero Hugo, burned down the Dragon Palace, broke the rules of the Tars people's rule, and destroyed the authority of Yurik. Subsequently, everything here was destroyed by the crazy Tal coalition forces, so that the former Dragon Kingdom Yurik was left with nothing but its name.
After finishing this letter, I wrote another one to Miss Fortern, attaching a card with a picture of a winter scene in Yurik. Snowflakes dotted the green larch trees on the roadside. It was a white world with only soft light from the houses next to it.
After I finished writing the letter, before it got dark, I hurried out to the post office to mail it.
The shopkeeper said the post office was in the center of Yurik, not far from here. I could get there by following Peya Street and turning a corner at the stone road. But I was afraid it would be closed, so I walked over quickly.
When I got to the post office, I bought two envelopes and two stamps, which cost a total of twelve Tajis and fifty Berries.
There was no chair here except for a big table. I took the envelope and put the letter in, then used some glue from the can on the table to seal the letter, and then used some more glue to stick the stamp on it.
After throwing the letter into the mailbox at the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. I never hoped that this letter could be sent to my parents so quickly, but I just hoped that this letter could bring some comfort to my parents far away.
The sky gradually darkened and I walked towards the hotel along Peya Street. Peya Street was not the dirt road I walked on when I came to Yurik. That dirt road had a nice name, Yama Street.
Yama was the most famous poet in Yurik, and his "Dance of the Dragon God" is still a compulsory course in ancient history classes. Peya Or was the first king of the Dragon Kingdom. Peya Street is a dirt road like Yama Street, but it is wider. In addition to the main road for cars and horses, there are sidewalks on both sides for pedestrians. The sidewalks are separated from the main road by a row of tall larch.
When I came back, I took the road west and happened to pass by a bookstore, so I went in. The books inside were similar to those in Deantar's bookstore, with the famous ones displayed in prominent positions, and the books written by unknown people lying inside.
Suddenly my eyes lit up, and I found a yellowed book. I carefully took it off the bookshelf. There was a diamond-shaped engraving on its cover, and it felt very good to the touch, like freshly cut hair.
A dragon drawing on the cover of the book. It stretched its neck and roared at the sky really fascinated me.
I opened the book, I saw the words "Dance of the Dragon God" written on the title page. The dance is from the dance of the Dragon God, and it is fatal. Anyone who has seen it will not be spared.
Under the title, the author's name " Yama " was written in a special pen, as well as the date of publication of the book "305th year of the Newpry Era", which was more than 50 years ago, so it was considered a new edition. The first page was: A Feast for Dragons.
Dragons gather here.
Bonfire, lit by the red.
Snowflakes flying all over the sky,
Reflecting the traces of the ice.
The earth trembles with the footsteps of the thunder.
The earth, unwilling to lie dormant on the ground, watched.
The wind soaring in the sky.
Boom boom boom,
Accompanied by rumbling thunder.
The dragons stopped howling,
Gazing into the depths of the dark clouds,
…
I closed the book. I had read "Dance of the Dragon God" a long time ago, but it was so long ago that my memory of it is a little fuzzy now. It is of course great to be able to revisit it, especially since it is such a treasured book. I happily took the book and walked to the front desk.
The boss lying on the chair was a little sleepy. I knocked on the table. The boss staggered, opened his eyes and looked at me. I put the book on the table and looked at him happily. He looked at the book and then looked at me suspiciously. Maybe he was a little confused by my smile and thought he was so happy.
" Fifteen Tajis and ten Baileys."
It is a little more expensive than the regular of "Dance of Dragon God", probably it is a collector's edition.
I felt my pocket and found that besides a ten-Tajis coin, there was only a five-ta coin left after eating the noodles.
"I only have fifteen Tajis, can you give me a discount?"
I looked at the boss timidly, perhaps because there was enough profit, or maybe it was difficult to refuse such a sincere customer.
He thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go with fifteen."
I handed him fifteen Tajis and walked out of the store with the book.
" Young people still like this! " The boss stood up and walked to the cabinet where I got the books, took a book, sat back and looked at it with a smile.
I stroked the book cover as if I were stroking a work of art, not noticing the surprised looks from some people around me. At this moment, I didn't even want to eat, I just wanted to go back and feast my eyes.
Hearing the wind blowing through the treetops, my mood also becomes cheerful.
I quickened my pace, whistling, wishing I could get back to the hotel in one step.
When I got back to the hotel, I couldn't wait to put the book on the table, pulled the stool over, sat on it, and began to swim in the sea of books. Soon the sky gradually darkened, I lit the diesel lamp, and the flame of the diesel lamp gradually swayed in the room. As the afterglow disappeared, the Milky Way slowly emerged in the night sky.
My eyelids began to droop, but I was still immersed in the book.
At midnight, a burst of hurried footsteps came and pulled me out of the embrace of the book. I shook my head and wanted to continue reading, but I was really sleepy, so I turned off the diesel lamp.
I had just laid down when a very regular ticking sound came through the windshield like a ghost. I frowned and buried my head in the quilt.
Just as I was gradually falling asleep, a sound like a dragon's roar came and I was woken up again. This time, I couldn't fall asleep at all.
A voice kept echoing in my mind: You have come all the way here and stepped into this ancient and strange city, isn't it just to look for the trace of the dragon?
I am a timid person and never dare to walk alone at night. Maybe it was because of the fear of the " corpse dragon " before, but now I have an inexplicable courage in my heart. Curiosity and this courage support me. I put on a coat, put on sandals, and walked out.
The night was quiet. With the increasing development of magic technology, the main roads in the city of Deantar were unusually bright at night, while the streets of Yurik were quiet. The role of street lamps was played by the moon and stars, which were the most natural and purest light.
There was no one on the street except me. I walked to the corner and looked around, but found nothing. I shook my head and walked back.
When I came to a big larch, I stopped to look at it for a while. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: Is this tree really sleeping in the summer? Or is it accumulating strength to cope with the cold winter? If it is the latter, it should not be called a "loser".
I turned around and walked slowly to the front of the room, repeating the question in my mind. Just as I opened the door, a hand suddenly covered my mouth. I instantly got goose bumps all over my body and was so scared that I couldn't move.
"How did you find me?" a cold female voice came.
"What?" My mind turned into a mess, and I didn't know how to answer her. My legs began to tremble, and I clenched my fists tightly, trying to muster up my courage like before, but my trembling body had already betrayed me.
"Why were you staring at the tree?"
"I was just looking at the trees."
"Real?"
"Really!" I was so frightened that I couldn't say anything.
The hand was retracted and I squatted on the ground all of a sudden. I was trembling and turned my head. In the faint moonlight, I found that it was the girl whom I had seen in the alley during the day. On her shoulder was the black kitten.
She suddenly jumped in front of me and said, "Come on, go to your room.
Like an old acquaintance of mine.
I should have screamed at this point, but I didn't. My heart ached again, and when the pain subsided, I stood up, holding my chest, feeling the dull pain, and took careful steps.
This girl gave me an impression of innocence and cuteness during the day. I felt in my heart that she would not harm me. I walked in in a daze and closed the door.
When we got inside, the little black cat on the girl's shoulder quickly ran to the bed and curled up. She turned her head and said to me sweetly, "Hello, I'm Alice."
I stretched out my hand, "Hello, I'm Satu Oton, from..." Bang, a loud slap, before I finished speaking, my palm was slapped. I quickly retracted my hand, I stared at her, and she also looked at me warily, as if I would do something to her.
"What are you doing?"
"This is a courtesy. In my hometown of Deantar, everyone greets each other like this when they first meet."
"Oh, I see. That's not what shaking hands means here. " She smiled gently, "Today your room is my room. "
"Why are you here?"
"I'm a student at Beowulf Academy. I'm here to search for information to complete my graduation thesis, an article about dragons."
"Oh!" Alice looked at me with interest. "Do you believe in dragons?"
"Of course, I believe it."
Alice looked at me as if she was a precious toy, as if there was something about me that attracted her. I smelled myself and it seemed that there was nothing about me, a person so ordinary that could not be more ordinary, that could attract her attention.
"How old are you?" Alice sat down on the bed.
" Twenty-eight. "
"So do you believe in reincarnation?"
"Huh?" I didn't know what she was talking about.
"You look like an old friend of mine..." Her voice became weaker and weaker until she stopped abruptly.
The kerosene lamp gave off a dim light. She looked around boredly. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she murmured.
" It has finally returned to you. "
Then she looked at me, pointed at me, and asked, " What do you mean by covering your chest? "
" It's just a minor problem..."
I answered her hesitantly, and when I saw that she had no intention of hurting me, I lowered my hand that was covering my chest.
There were not many words that night. I took the pillow and lay on the side of the bed and fell asleep quickly. When I woke up, I found the little black cat next to my bed. I reached out and touched it. Its warm black fur was as smooth as the down of a chicken.
"Did Iwu let you touch it?" Alice looked at me and asked a little incredulously.
"Hmm." I looked at her strangely. "What's wrong with touching it? Is there anything special?"
"Iwu is not an ordinary cat, but..."
"What is it?" I looked at her, and her eyes met mine. At this moment, I always felt something strange.
Alice blushed and said, "It's a purebred Nansha bobtail cat." Then she turned her head, stood up, and rushed out the door.
I looked at Iwu lying lazily beside me and felt very strange. Are there short-tailed cats in South Shatar?
I finished washing up, Alice and Iwu disappeared. This mysterious pair left me a little confused. I wonder what they were hiding from.
"Could they be fugitives?" I wondered as I walked.
In the morning, I went to the library in the center of Yurik. It was a very dilapidated library.
Next to the library was the Zhonmantar Proxy Council in Yurik, which means that it was managed by the Zhonmantar government. Yurik is no longer an independent country and can be regarded as a part of Zhonmantar.
In mang time ago, legend has it that this place was once the center of the world, ruling all the Tars people, and there lived apostles who believed in dragons.
From the noble Dragon King to the pope in charge of doctrine, every leader devoted his body and soul to come and dedicate it to the dragon clan and pray for their protection.
The splendid Dragon Palace is inhabited by dragons, and the dragons create order and bring peace to the entire world. But peace comes at a price, and taxes and corvees support this place as if they were drawing blood from the towers.
Some people say that this price is real, but peace is false. The people of Yurik will not intervene in the war between the Tars for resources.
They laugh at it as if they are watching a group of country bumpkins. The struggle of the Thar people.
Gradually, more and more people began to question the dragon clan.
At first, people gathered in front of Yurik. The authorities of Yurik used iron fist to suppress it, but the effect was not significant, and more and more people Confrontation was aroused.
Suddenly one day, people began to shout loudly, longing for freedom and peace. The people of Tars united together and began to resist Yurik. Countless tiny ants combined together to become a huge force. Yurik's open steel fangs seemed to be made of paper and were easily knocked off.
Angry people waved flags and shouted outside the Dragon Palace. The sound could be heard for dozens of miles. The honorable pope was dragged out in disgrace and beheaded in public.
At the most critical moment, the red dragon Flame leaped out of the Dragon Palace and began to kill people wantonly. Hundreds of thousands of Tal coalition troops were scattered, and tens of thousands of people were killed that night alone, including Tars coalition troops and even Yurik 's soldiers. Just when people were terrified that they would be killed, Beowulf appeared. He held the holy sword EKS and killed the red dragon Flame alone at the Brush Peak in North Satar.
This historic battle made him recognized as the strongest magic swordsman in the world. His physical skills and magic power reached an incredible level. Even his most outstanding descendants thought they could not catch up with half of him.
After this battle, the dragons did not avenge the red dragon Flame. Instead, they disappeared together as if they had never existed in this world.
However, fewer and fewer people are willing to listen to or retell this history. Some people even doubt that dragons did not exist at all, but that the cavalry regiments at that time were too powerful and were called " dragons ". Many hypotheses have been put forward. These people try to deny this history to prove their own wisdom and bravery.
As a student of ancient history, I am merely a witness of the present. No matter how long my arms are, I cannot reach the past. But I want to at least ensure that the traces left over from this period of history are passed on smoothly.
I didn't find what I was looking for in this shabby library. The books here were all written in recent years, and some of the theoretical research books were mostly from fifteen or sixteen years ago. To be honest, they were not as useful as the books in the bookstore I visited before.
Then I went to the restaurant where I had eaten noodles before, looked at the menu carefully, and ordered a bowl of curry noodles with a tiger skin egg.
While waiting for the meal to be served, I looked out of boredom at the large pine tree outside the door. I really didn't know how a person could climb such a tall tree. A thought popped into my mind: I wonder if Alice has eaten yet?
Then he shook his head and asked himself: Why do I keep thinking about her lately?
Dusk came, dyeing the clouds in the sky red, making the ordinary clouds extraordinary. A strange smell floated in the air, someone was boiling the smelly asphalt to repair the roof.
The sky was gradually painted with asphalt. The light tonight was much less than last night. I stood outside and looked at the sky. A cloud just happened to cover the moon. For a moment, in my heart, I seemed to overlap Alice and the girl in my dream.
A strange feeling rose in my heart. This mysterious and beautiful girl made me miss her. I was actually looking forward to meeting her again.
Then the cloud passed over the moon, and the moonlight shone on my face again. I thought of Miss Fortern and wondered how she was doing recently.
She always dispels the haze in my heart like sunshine.
At midnight, Alice and Iwu arrived on time.
Looking at this man and this cat, I smiled slightly.
"Come with me now!"
As soon as we met, Alice's face was full of anxiety. She grabbed my hand and wanted me to leave here immediately.
I had just walked about a hundred steps out of the door with her when we met a man in black.
The man in black seemed to have emerged from the darkness. His robe was black, his gloves were black, his hair was black, his glasses were black. Only his skin was white and tender.
Iwu let out a howl and jumped out of Alice's arms. It arched its body like a taut bow and stared at the man in black in front of it.
"Iwu, come back soon!" Alice called out hurriedly.
But Iwu looked at the man in black without even turning his head. The man in black snorted coldly, and the black gloves on his hands broke, like a piece of ice thrown to the ground, breaking into pieces.
"Water, obey my call, transform into an ice spear and pierce the enemy's chest!"
Just like that, as I looked on in disbelief, an ice spear suddenly appeared in the black-clothed man's hand.
Iwu roared and rushed forward. The man in black pierced his finger and pointed at Iwu. A drop of something fell on Iwu. Iwu suddenly stopped moving and fell to the ground. His whole body seemed to be covered with frost.
"Ice magic?" Alice stared at him warily.
Magic is a power created by "dragons" in ancient times. Only people or animals with dragon blood, as well as some monsters, can drive magic.
When I first saw this, I thought the man in black was holding some kind of pinnacle product of magic technology. But when I heard the word "magic", I was extremely shocked. Didn't I come all the way here just to find traces of dragons and complete the theory about "dragons" in my graduation thesis ?
When I thought of this, a force inexplicably surged in my heart, dispelling the fear that made me almost unable to move. The man in black stepped over the frozen Iu and walked towards me step by step.
What surprised me even more was that Alice quickly formed seals with both hands, "Wind, obey my call, transform into a wind blade, and rush towards the enemy's chest!"
The man in black quickly swung the ice spear, and with a bang, it was as if a bomb exploded in front of him. After a puff of white smoke, the man in black was unharmed.
I was once again stunned by the scene before my eyes. I didn't know who they were, but it was an honor to see the lost magic reappear in the world, not to mention seeing the clash of ice magic and wind magic. Every second felt like a century. I could smell the scent of ice chips in the tense air.
The man in black quickly waved his ice spear to block Alice's attacks again and again, and approached us step by step.
Just when I was about to close my eyes and wait for the coming of death, with a clang, a tall figure blocked the black-clothed man. With a roar, the black-clothed man was forced to retreat ten steps. What surprised me was that he was none other than the owner of the small hotel where I was staying, but he was different from what I remembered. Now he was only wearing a gray linen short-sleeved shirt and shorts. As he raised the black crystal sword, his strong latissimus dorsi muscles were like a stretched iron wall, and his beard supported his rich experience. The black crystal sword looked even more mysterious under the moonlight.
The sword made of black crystal can kill dragons. It is said to be immune to all magic. Before it was formed, it was a piece of extremely hard black crystal. After hundreds of days of forging and polishing by several skilled craftsmen, it became an indestructible sword. The man in black was stunned for a moment, and then he raised his ice spear. It can be seen that he respects the opponent in front of him very much.
The shopkeeper laughed loudly as he fought with the man in black. The black crystal sword shone brightly in the moonlight. The gorgeous sword flowers were like blooming flowers, and the dazzling sword light was like flying petals. The shopkeeper could calmly resist every attack from the man in black.
"Smiling Swordsman, Hercules!" The man in black spat out these words hatefully.
"Stop it! You can't kill these two children while I'm here."
The man in black said nothing. Although he was wearing sunglasses, I could still feel that he was very angry. His eyes behind the glasses must be burning with rage. He raised his ice spear and rushed towards Hercules. Hercules raised his black crystal sword to block it again.
The man in black suddenly roared, and the ice spear shattered, and the scattered ice fragments crossed Hercules' face. Unexpectedly, Hercules ' black crystal sword suddenly chopped the man in black's shoulder, and the blood soaked the man in black's clothes, but the scene that followed shocked me.
The blood quickly froze with the black crystal sword, and like a flower blooming, countless ice flowers bloomed and spread along the blade. The shopkeeper smiled helplessly. Now he could break free by giving up the black crystal sword, but he did not move.
"Put down the sword!" I yelled.
"Child, no swordsman can put down his sword, even if he knows that he will leave it first." Hercules smiled at the black crystal sword, as if the sword could respond to him. The ice flowers gradually spread to Hercules' hands. From this moment on, it began to spread rapidly. It was like a rose blooming in fertile land, gorgeous and colorful. Hercules immersed himself in a sea of flowers with a smile.
Hercules turned into an ice sculpture along with the black crystal sword. The man in black shuddered and broke free from his restraints. He gently touched the ice sculpture, and it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces in an instant. Only the black crystal sword was left stuck squarely on the pile of ice pieces.
I stared at what was happening, and could only blame myself for my own incompetence. I silently prayed for Hercules in my heart. I was a witness to his death, but who was a witness to my death? Who would pray for me? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel extremely sad.
The wound caused by the black crystal sword will never heal. The man in black looked very painful. He covered his right arm, and blood dripped from his hand to the ground, turning into ice flowers. At this time, I could see clearly that his blood was blue.
I clearly remember how the fourth chapter of "Dance of the Dragon God" - "Endless Icefield" - described it like this:
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Blue roses bloomed.
They come from the north,
A free man wandering on the ice field,
The ice is their ruler.
But they are not afraid of the power of the dragons.
The red dragon Flame wants to burn them to ashes.
But they tried to pull the Dragon King down from his throne in the clouds.
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" It's an ice demon!" I said in a tone of extreme panic.
At this moment, Alice was surprisingly calm.
"Is it an ice demon?" I was trembling all over, and the sudden pain in my heart prevented me from running away.
"I know," Alice said calmly.
I was speechless for a moment. I looked at the calm Alice, and the pain in my heart became more and more severe. It was a monster that could use magic. According to some rumors, the ice demon was a creature comparable to a dragon. The power of an adult ice demon was no less than that of an adult flying dragon, and the magic it mastered could even fight against a "dragon".
I looked at the ice demon in horror. Before, it spoke and acted too much like a human, but now in my eyes it is no longer a human, it is a monster in human form.
The Ice Demon couldn't stand the burns caused by the Black Crystal Sword, so he raised his left hand. An ice blade appeared in his hand, and without the slightest hesitation, he chopped off his right arm.
"Ice, obey my call, turn into an ice arm, obey my will!" An ice arm grew out of its broken arm. It put its hands together, then opened them, and as it opened them, an ice spear appeared in its hand again.
It walked slowly towards us, then held up the ice spear in both hands, like a falcon ready to pounce on its prey, it aimed at Alice and rushed over.
Without any hesitation, I stood in front of Alice. Just when I thought the ice spear would instantly pierce my body, it suddenly stopped in front of my chest.
The ice demon hesitated for a moment, but then thrust the ice spear in. I held the ice spear tightly in both hands. The cold air invaded my hands. At first there was a piercing pain, but my hands soon lost consciousness.
The ice spear pierced my chest all of a sudden. I could feel the ice piercing my bones. The ice first melted, then froze my flesh and blood, like a cup of hot drink dropped into a pile of ice cubes. The pain in my heart was overwhelmed by this deeper pain. I could no longer distinguish the boundary between flesh and blood. At this moment, there was only the pain of falling into an ice cellar.
"Bend your head!" Alice shouted.
I didn't have time to think and quickly lowered my head.
Alice formed seals with her hands, and a wind blade swept across my scalp, instantly cutting off the ice demon's head. The blood that spurted out was like cold rain, sticking to my face. But what surprised me was that I did n't turn into an ice sculpture, but the ice demon turned into a headless ice sculpture, which soon melted and turned into a pool of water, and only the ice spear fell straight to the ground.
I fell to the ground, blood slowly seeping out of my chest, and I had no power to recover.
Alice held me in her arms. I was already hallucinating. There was a girl sitting next to me. Her appearance was blurry and she looked a bit like Miss Fortun. Was it Miss Fortun who gave me the courage to do what was right?
"Although I don't know why you did this, I am still very grateful to you."
Under the bright moon, Alice's face was illuminated as white as snow, and she looked clean and beautiful. I felt something sweet in my throat, and I tried to swallow it, but I couldn't. I then spat out a large mouthful of blood. I struggled to move myself to a more comfortable position, but I had no strength left. I looked at Alice, and I could see a tear slowly falling from the corner of her eye.
I stretched out my hand, wanting to wipe it for her, but I didn't even have the strength to raise my hand. She grabbed my hand and brought it close to her face.
" Do you know? Hugo, I have been waiting for you for a long, long time..."
Did she mistake me for someone she knew? The name Hugo was also very familiar to me, but where had I seen it before? I really couldn't remember.
As I was thinking, everything in front of my eyes gradually became dark. My soul seemed to be wandering in the clouds, stepping on soft clouds, but slowly sinking into the quagmire. Gradually, I lost all consciousness.