Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 112 I am the majestic black dragon lord, you dare to urge me to marry? !
"Finally back! Your territory is too boring, except volcanoes are volcanoes, and it's ridiculously hot..."

As soon as it landed, Itarek heard a familiar voice full of vitality.

Veronica stared blankly at the blood-stained Itarek, and her volume dropped unconsciously.

"My God, how hard did you fight to get hurt like this!"

scream.

Before Itarek could respond, Veronica gently sprayed a mouthful of dragon's breath on him without hesitation, and time quietly began to reverse.

Just like what Itarek experienced a long time ago, no matter how tragic the injury is, it will recover intact in front of the dragon's breath of the bronze dragon.

Of course, this is under the condition that the other party has no malicious intentions.

Otherwise, with just a few tweaks, Time Dragon's Breath will have a completely different effect, showing her enemies what the Wrath of Time is!
Calmly feeling the changes in the flow of time, Itarek quickly dismissed the remaining black dragons.

Through this battle.

The number of black dragons in Heishi Mountain, originally less than 200, dropped sharply to just over [-], and a large part of them were underage black dragons.

The loss was so heavy that the corners of Italek's eyes were constantly twitching!

Now we can only hope that the illusory luck will make Heishi Mountain stronger as soon as possible.

However, without the trouble of hunting golden dragons, the number of black dragons, which seem to be pitifully small at present, will gradually speed up their reproduction. This is bound to be a long process.

But in contrast, the number of golden dragons killed in this battle is conservatively estimated to be more than a thousand!

Two volcanic eruptions, one thunderstorm curse, two meteorites falling, the entry of Titans, the fight of black dragons...

Every incident has caused a catastrophe to the golden dragons in Guangyao Linchi. A large number of young golden dragons died in the natural disasters, almost extinct, not to mention the more fragile dragon eggs and young dragons!
And some adult golden dragons couldn't avoid the fate of death, they died one after another at the hands of the Titans, or fell into the black dragons who took advantage of their poor condition to add insult to injury!

Both of the two giant dragon races have been hit hard, and they will be in a state of recuperation for a long time in the future.

This also allows Itarek to go out with peace of mind after resting and mentally exhausted, without having to worry too much about the safety of his clansmen.

Yawning wearily, Itarek glanced at Veronica and asked in puzzlement.

"Your dragon's breath can reverse time, why do I still want to go back and have a good sleep?"

"It shouldn't be, logically speaking, the current you is the same as the you before departure."

Veronica scratched her head.

There was a clear stupidity in the eyes, obviously it was impossible to get an answer from her.

However, Itarek was speechless, but he thought of the most likely reason why the dragon's breath of time did not take effect in all directions——

Soul language spell.

Time can heal the wounds of the body, but it can do nothing to burden the soul.

After many speculations, he felt that the conjecture was inseparable. Italek yawned again, and said to Veronica while flying towards his dragon's nest with all his strength.

"I guess I'll sleep for a while, what do you want to do next?"

"...Me? I can go anywhere."

Veronica's eyes were a little erratic, still immersed in Italek's scarred appearance.

After a while.

Only then did Miss Bronze Dragon timidly poke the Lord of the Black Dragon with her tail, and said with some remorse:
"Hey, do you think it would be better if I joined this battle, this should be the duty of a friend, right?

If I had been there at the time, maybe you would not have suffered such a serious injury. "

Not noticing Veronica's little emotions at all, Itarek said bluntly.

"No, if you join the battle, most of the injuries I should have suffered will still have to be suffered. That is not the battlefield you are qualified to intervene in now."

"What, I obviously have good intentions, okay! What if you really die, I will be very sad!"

"You are my friend, Veronica."

Italek took a deep breath, cheered up his spirit a little with the familiar smell of sulfur, and spoke clearly.

"You are neither my tribe nor an ally like the Titans, you are just my friend.

I would be happy to accompany you to wander around this world, face the elemental monarch together and protect you from sudden sudden death, and go to the mysterious end of the world together.

Because these are also things you want to do, so I can have a clear conscience even at the risk.

But this war is different.

It is the fruit congealed from the soil of my inner ambition, the flower that blooms from the interests and personal enmities of the group.

It has nothing to do with you.

You shouldn't be in this war, that's not why a friend should put another friend in danger unless you get a kick out of the kill. "

After a pause, Itarek looked at Veronica who was silently staring at him for some time, and asked a question with some uncertainty.

"You can't, can you?"

"Hmph, of course not, this is a quirk that only cruel and tyrannical colorful dragons like you have!"

For some reason, Veronica turned her head a little shyly, then seemed to realize something was wrong, and quietly turned back with a long voice.

"I am an immortal metal dragon! Strictly speaking, our camps are in conflict!"

"Hmm, but that doesn't affect the fact that we're friends."

After thinking about it, Itarek said in a deep voice.

"This time I will probably sleep for a long time, before I wake up, the Titans will definitely not recklessly challenge the elemental monarch.

If you are bored, go to the troll civilization. There are dragonborn servants I left there. You will not be bored watching their development. "

"Forget it, it's no fun to go alone."

Veronica's mood faded.

"Then I'll have a good night's sleep too. Find me a place here that isn't too hot. I'll dig a dragon's nest and go in to rest for a while."

"what ever."

With a thought, Italek called Grace and Walter who were on the way, and told them Veronica's request.

"Beautiful lady, I happen to know that there is such a place in Heishi Mountain that can perfectly meet your needs."

Walter had long seen that the relationship between the black dragon lord and the bronze dragon was unusual. Even though he was very tired, he still didn't dare to slack off in his attitude. He took Veronica and flew in another direction while talking and laughing.

Flying drowsily for a long distance, Italek suddenly realized that Grace was still following behind him.

Not only that.

This guy still seemed hesitant to speak, as if he was at war with heaven and man in his heart.

"Just talk and fart if you have something to say, what are you doing to me all the time!"

His expression became firm. Looking at Grace's serious expression, Italek actually felt a little curious in his heart.

"My lord, although Heishi Mountain has achieved remarkable results in this battle and basically eliminated the danger of the golden dragon's invasion, the number of our people has also reached the edge of danger."

"Well, then what?"

Italek really wanted to see what kind of fart this guy could hold back.

"So it is the most important thing for us black dragon to breed the next generation as soon as possible."

Carefully looking at Itarek, Grace hurriedly lowered his head again, his tone becoming more sincere.

"Well, I also know that there are not many female black dragons in Heishi Mountain at present, and there may not be a partner who can enter your eyes.

But you are the king of the black dragons, the black dragon lord who just defeated the Golden Dragon King, so you should pass on your excellent lineage as soon as possible!
Moreover, the black dragon blood of Heishi Mountain is pure, and it is easier for dragon eggs to be born among the same race.

Those bred will definitely be black dragons, not white dragons, nor green dragons, let alone...bronze dragons. "

Speaking of the end.

Seeing Itarek's constantly changing expression like a dye vat, Grace himself became a little frightened.

Itarek really didn't expect that he was no longer a human being, and he would be forced to marry one day? !
Is there any law of heaven, is there any law of kings?
Don't say that you and Veronica are innocent, even if there is something, how can you, an old monster, talk too much? !

"roll--!!"

"Okay!"

Grace rolled away mellowly, but judging from the way his eyeballs rolled before he left, it was obvious that he hadn't given up the idea of ​​persuading Itarek to get on the right track.

I don't care about other black dragon hybrids, but the blood of my own black dragon lord is so good, why should I cheapen the wild flowers outside?

Do they understand each other, black dragon and black dragon are more suitable!

Being so stimulated by Grace, Italek's whole dragon became more energetic, and he was still breathing heavily when he got into the dragon's nest.

I am the majestic black dragon lord, you kid dare to urge my marriage? !
Make up your mind.

After this sleep, the first thing after waking up is to teach Grace a lesson for slapping the dragon wing on the left first when flying!
Damn it, if you don't punch your shit out by then, you'll be fine!

He didn't even know that he had been recorded in the small book by the black dragon lord, and the last one to receive this treatment was the Poison Swamp King who had been squeezed into tomato sauce.

Upon returning to the dragon's lair, Itarek felt his whole dragon relax.

The warm ground heat made him close his eyes comfortably, and in Heilong's view, the perfect living environment soothes the fatigue deep in his soul all the time.

Maybe it's not just the soul language spell.

This overly intense war and the severe injuries he had suffered were also the reasons why Itarek was so tired now.

Falling asleep in the dark, only the faint flame of magma looming.

230 years passed quietly.

(End of this chapter)