I just covet their strength

Chapter 38 Scorched Wings
Westhead himself has tasted copies of this series of [Dragon Age] over and over again, so the biggest advantage he has is the information gap.

The absolute information gap is already a huge advantage. As long as you use your brain a little, you can plan a wonderful situation.

Westhead already had an idea, but he still had to help his teammates first.

In the conversation with Tudor, it might be that the dragon was indeed a bit stupid, or more likely, Westhead used Lesia's bloodline to suppress him, so that the other party didn't dare to question and retort, and he managed to fool him.

But we can't just let Westhead do the negotiating with the legendary dragon species. Lesia just says nothing and acts like a wooden person. That will definitely not work.

Therefore, Lesia not only needs to learn an authentic ancient dragon language, but also needs to know some knowledge about today's dragon clan.

What makes Westhead more fortunate is that the silver-haired dragon girl said that she knows dragon language, but is not very familiar with ancient dragon language. The difference between the two is not too big, and she can master it with a little review.

This solved the most difficult problem, and Westhead couldn't help but praise:
"You are so knowledgeable, Lesia."

Lesia just shook her head slightly: "I used to learn some remote and complicated knowledge to pass the time. After all, this is barely considered entertainment."

Westhead turned around and put pressure on the naughty sister: "Yorda, you are the only one in our team who is uneducated and incompetent."

Urda crossed her arms and snorted: "So what, I don't need the knowledge of such a scholar. As a member of the Qinghui family, it is enough to have the ability to fight and rule."

"Brother, why do you have so many strange and wrong knowledge? I remember that you were reading "Dragon Disaster Era Deciphered" before. Did you know the content of this trial?"

Westhead: "I'm confused. The historical sketch of the dragon disaster has always been a hot topic in the secret trial. This time I am lucky and I happened to hit the mark."

Is it really the bet?

Yoda recalled Westhead's confident appearance and expressed serious doubts.

But since Westhead said it was a bet, she should take it as such. Anyway, Urda does not reject this kind of luck.

This is good and does no harm.

The preparation time in the Dragon Tower passed by in a flash. During this period, Teacher Dawei tried his best to tutor the two students. Finally, in the early morning of the third day, he achieved relatively satisfactory results.

Tudor also came back at this time and reported the information about [Wings of Scorch] to Lesia.

"Your Majesty, Princess Leixia. The master said he would come right away, so he asked me to go ahead. According to custom, the master will not delay, and will arrive today at the latest. Please meet the master then."

"I see."

Lesia responded and looked out the window, where the dragonborn servants of Highgarden were hurriedly preparing for the reception.

To be precise, a huge open space was made and sprinkled with warm, round stones. A large number of servants knelt and sat around the open space, quietly waiting for the arrival of the legendary true dragon that dominated the Kepar Plain.

Westhead: "Have you remembered what to say?"

Lesia nodded: "I completely remember it."

"Okay, then it'll be no problem at all."

After probably waiting for several hours, Westhead and others walked out of the room and came to the center of the High Court.

With a sudden sense of pressure, the dragonborn in Highgarden all knelt down in worship.

"boom--"

Waves of low sounds came from the clouds, indicating that something huge was about to appear.

"Rumble--"

The thick clouds were broken, and a suffocating huge shadow appeared above the tower.

How to describe the true body of a legendary dragon species?

If Tudor already fits the term "giant dragon" very well, then this legendary dragon species, which can easily be measured in hundreds of meters, has redefined the term "giant dragon".

Obsidian-like dragon scales cover the whole body, and the majestic body is full of power. A true red light flows through the gaps, looming like breathing.

Spreading out the dragon wings that cover the sky and the sun, the Scorched Wings are like a dark active volcano soaring in the sky.

The eternally burning embers spread on the dark dragon wings, and dripped blood-like sparks downwards.

These streams of fire mixed with sulfur and lava fell to the ground, splashing terrifying heat waves. Just stagnating in the sky, the drooping scarlet eyes and shadows were so heavy and oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Each burst of hot wind mixed with embers of sparks blew through the High Garden like the aftermath of a storm, and the air seemed to be filled with dry sparks.

"This is the legendary demon. Legendary dragon species?"

Urda's beautiful eyes widened and she said blankly.

"Yes, this momentum is really strong. The dragon's power alone makes it difficult for me to stand."

Westhead sighed, facing a legendary dragon species in person, the dragon power that the opponent instinctively exuded was already testing the will of everyone around him.

At this time, his legs were already trembling, and the dragon's power was like an invisible tide beating his spirit and consciousness over and over again, and it became more and more serious as the anxious wings approached.

"Boom-thump-"

There was also an overwhelming dull sound coming from the heart, and the heartbreaking pain was overshadowed time and time again.

When the Scorched Wings descended on the clearing, it seemed like a mountain of obsidian had fallen in front of them.

Westhead could only clutch his chest, his heart swelling as if it would burst in the next second, but even so, he held his head high and looked at the dragon's figure with fiery eyes.

The only one who could stand unharmed was Lesia. The silver-haired dragon girl noticed Westhead's situation, raised her head and said calmly:

"Scorched Wings, are you going to come in front of me just like this? Let me look up to you?"

"call"

The huge legendary dragon exhaled gently, but what it exhaled was sparks with thick black smoke.

"Such a rude behavior would definitely not happen."

Immediately, the figure of the legendary dragon disappeared in an instant, and the Scorched Wings transformed into the dragonborn form.

This also allowed the sweaty Westhead to avoid the embarrassing situation of kneeling down directly.

The Dragonborn form of Scorched Wings is a tall and lanky man with long, smooth black hair and scarlet eyes, who makes a distinct smoky voice.

"I learned from my servant that the direct blood of a divine ancestor came to my territory. Why did such a noble highness come to the Kaipar Plain, my territory, without even informing me."

"Also, I have never heard that there is a Her Majesty Lesia in the direct blood of the ancestor of the gods. I wonder if I am ignorant or have some hidden secrets?"

As expected, a legendary true dragon is not so easy to fool, and Scorched Wings came with key questions.

"Your Highness Lesia is the bloodline secretly left by the ancestor of God for today's moment."

Westhead wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

Scorched Wing looked at Westhead indifferently: "Human?"

His brows were furrowed, more confused than angry.

How could a lowly slave still stand in front of him?
Or who allowed him to stand up?

"He is my Starfury."

Lesia explained in time, her expression was very natural.

"Oh."

Anxious Wing's frown relaxed in relief.

Among the dragon clan, this sentence is equivalent to "I play Yuan Shen", which is a universal answer that can relieve any confusion.

So the anxious wing continued to ask: "I have seen the well-known direct bloodlines of the ancestors of the gods, [Wings of Death], [Wings of Yingxi] and [Wings of Evergreen]. I wonder where Her Royal Highness Lesia is?" The heir of His Highness."

Lesia shook her head: "Not at all. I am not a pure-blooded dragon, but a blood descendant secretly left behind by the ancestor of the gods."

Scorching Wings said calmly: "Although your bloodline does come from the God Ancestor, I cannot accept this statement. If the God Ancestor's bloodline is really to be made public, then the great [Star Abyss Wings] will naturally send down an oracle."

(End of this chapter)