Shaman from Afar

The only one ... Dragonmaster?

Silent Loren, thinking about the meaning behind this sentence.

Seeing the confusion of the dark-haired wizard, Brandon's mouth showed a "sure enough" smile: "I'm afraid you don't know much about the history of the Dragon King family?"

"There is also the once weak, ancient infantry and city wall with the Centaur Iron Rider, Byr Knight, Lotter ’s marksman ... how did the ancient Sakran kingdom fight against the enemy in all directions in just five or six hundred years? Time, to become the world of choice for the universe? "

"As you know a little bit, Wimpar College doesn't have many history books." Loren raised his eyebrows. "My mentor also thinks that history is of little use to wizards."

"It turns out that this is no wonder ..."

His Royal Highness with a smile on his lips, looked at Loren deeply, and walked to the center of the Silver Hall, pointing in the direction of the north: "Now the Sacran people, especially those who were born in the prince of Sacran Or the imperial capital of Golovin, the so-called 'pure blood' Sakran people, who like to call themselves the 'dragon king's people' and are deeply proud of it! "

"But many of them have long forgotten that it was a near-shameful title hundreds of years ago."

"Shame?" The dark-haired wizard asked with interest.

"Yes, it was less than six hundred years ago, but the scholars of the empire preferred to call it the" previous era "thousands of years ago. At that time, the deterrents to the Quartet were still left in the north of the empire. Dragon Kingdom-they are the descendants of the strong Northon and the Yasul elves from overseas. This once powerful kingdom also has the tradition of hunting dragons! "

"Don't bathe the dragon's blood, don't be king-this is the old saying that they handed down, can you imagine? No ... It should be said that there is really such a nation in this world, such a powerful warrior, can use a person tall Sword and three-meter-long, thick-armed javelin to hunt dragons? "

"The weak, humble and worthless Kingdom of Sackland was just a servant who provided them with infantry, food and weapons in the era of the dragon roaring."

There was a little more ridicule in the smile of His Royal Highness: "Children of the Dragon King? Hehehehehehe ..."

"But they have perished, and there is not even one survivor left." Loren spoke softly, taking on Brandon's words: "There are no longer any remnants of the Dragon Kingdom in this world."

"Yes, because the devil are here."

Brandon nodded and continued with great interest: "The proud Dragon Kingdom, when facing the enemy, refused all external assistance, alone against the suddenly coming evil god, and the mutants transformed by them. The monster army. "

"Dragon flame of the dragon burns the body of the evil spirit to death, and the sword and javelin tear the monster into pieces;

The evil spirits hunt forever, and the dead soldiers stand up and fight with their companions;

The proud warriors won one battle after another, but the fear permeated the north every day;

Finally, the dragon folds its wings, and the dragon king's life falls. The more fear they know, the stronger the enemy will be;

So, the proud dragon kingdom died under their pride! "

Listening to this **** doesn't work, but in the prince's still melodious voice, it became very thick "poems", but the expression of the dark-haired wizard was more dignified.

In the ancient times when words were not yet formed, poetry was history, and history was poetry-and the "truth" he was pursuing was hidden in these seemingly absurd "history".

Brandon dragged a long tone, and there was still a big smile on the corner of his mouth: "Every time I heard this long poem, I couldn't help but feel very 'malicious' speculation after the emotion. Is the war really because they are so proud, or say ...

The rest of the kingdom, including Sacran, was deliberate ... want to watch them destroyed? "

Loren's expression lingered slightly, and he didn't expect Brandon to be like this ... to evaluate his ancestors.

"What's so strange? Without the destruction of the Dragon Kingdom, the Kingdom of Sacran could never be truly independent, and unite the surrounding ancient kingdoms with the threat of the North to achieve something that once only appeared in fantasy, Dominate the central empire. "

Brandon still smiled brilliantly, with a little appreciation in his eyes: "It would be better to say that my despicable ancestors made a very correct decision and won the throne for the De Salleone family."

"There are also dragons." Loren shrugged: "Am I right?"

"Yes, there are dragons-although the war was sacrificed countless times, but after being severely weakened by the dragon kingdom, those evil gods who arrived and finally their army of monsters were blocked north of the Boundary Mountain."

Brandon nodded and smiled softly: "The rest is the" truth "that most people can't see-the last dragon queen Brunnhild, a seven-year-old girl, in the last one Before the death of the Dragon King, he was sent to the Kingdom of Sacran, and he married my ancestor ... the luck of the ancestors, together with the "marry" and twelve remaining dragons, and the secrets of communication with the dragon.

"Since that day, the De Salion family has become the" Dragon King family. "

"According to the 'Oath' between the Dessaion family and the dragon, every generation of Dessaion can go to Jufeng Mountain, where he can meet the dragon at least once, if he can be recognized after communication If this is the case, this dragon will serve him until the day this person dies. "

"A lifetime?" Loren raised his eyebrows.

"Don't look at these terrible monsters from a human point of view. The long life of the dragon is unimaginable. The longest life so far has lived for nearly 500 years!"

The chuckle Brandon shook his head: "According to my understanding, the concept of time between dragons and humans is also completely different-in most cases, just a blink of an eye for them all day long!"

"To sum up, every generation of Dessaion will go to the Torch Mountain once, and the situation is slightly different-sometimes six people may be recognized by the six-headed dragon at the same time, sometimes only the eldest son and some luck burst The end of the success; in any case, each generation of the crown prince almost never failed. "

"But this time ..." Brandon laughed playfully: "I am the only one."

"Oh?"

Loren also slightly raised his mouth: "Can you tell me what happened?"

Empty, with only two people in the Silver Hall, the atmosphere became inexplicably much more subtle.

"At the beginning, it was the same as the tradition of each generation-my dear elder Connor was sent to the Dragon Cave of Jufeng Mountain, and I was casually left at the foot of the mountain by the guards. Milassis, my dragon, swallowed as a rabbit! "

"But ... I don't know why, it was me who eventually became the" Dragonmaster ", not my dear lord."

Brandon's face gradually lost a smile, and the corners of his mouth became more and more cold: "It was originally just a test, but in the end it became something terrible that can evoke the ambition of others."

"They said that ... the approval of the dragon was the proof of Desalion's blood; they said ... someone who was disobedient, the embarrassing son of the emperor, must have used some unknown means to let his own Brother, his future emperor, His Majesty, wiped his face and wanted to be loved by his father ... "

"I said ... all shit!"

Loren smiled slightly.

It is indeed the style of His Royal Highness.

"I don't care what other people think of me, and I don't plan to live for others ... too tired and too boring. But do you know which one is the most chilling and the one that scares me the most?"

"It's my dear brother ~ www.readwn.com ~ His crown prince, the future emperor of the empire, I don't know why ... he began to think so."

The two fell silent at the same time.

"... Can I think so?" Loren lowered his voice and looked at Brandon: "You look like this, in fact, to avoid suspicion?"

"Um ... more than a decade of acting like a madman, wandering around, never making a decent aristocratic friend, and still being watched all the time." Brandon stalled:

"What can it be for?"

Loren was expressionless, and he was about to guess the answer.

But he still wanted to hear the royal prince say it himself.

"And now ... I'm tired of it." Brandon, who smiled slightly, also looked at Loren: "And I think they should also get tired of it."

"So, let's go and greet His Majesty the Father's mission!"