The ancient dragon of Arknights

Humans are smaller and capable of using tools, while monsters' claws can only cover a smaller area.

Neltharion almost passed by the opponent after staggering his body shape, but during this process, his sword was not retracted.

A bloody gash was torn open on the blood-red muscular body - although it looked scary, it was just a flesh wound.

"Sure enough, the attack power of this thing is not as good as that of a big sword."

But the advantage lies in flexibility. If it is replaced by a big sword, Neltharion can only stand still and fight with it.

The confrontation between monsters and hunters continues, but the goddess of victory is obviously more biased towards the hunters.

This is not the first time Neltharion has fought against it. Claws, bites, tail flicks, and collisions - all its movements are predicted. Neltharion has seen through all its attack methods!

Watching the gaps between attacks, straight cuts, side cuts, roundhouse cuts - Nessario found that he might be more suitable for Tai Sword. The essence of this weapon is speed and smoothness.

How do you say something?Move with your heart and move with the blade.

Neltharion felt that he must be particularly handsome at this moment, as this weapon seemed to come alive in his hands.

'etc!what happened! ?The blade glows?It's...overheating! ? '

As Neltharion struck again and again, he pulled away and found that his weapon began to glow red.

Isn’t this weapon a cold weapon? ?Is it possible that there are special functions?

'I can't care less...victory is within reach and I can't stop. '

Even if this weapon explodes later, it will explode in the monster's flesh and blood!Neltharion has no way to retreat. In the dream, if he retreats even slightly, his flesh and blood will be mutilated. In reality, if there is no improvement, he will be doomed.

"Roar--!!!"

Several injuries and unsuccessful attempts made this blood-red monster completely crazy, but it did not completely lose its mind. On the contrary - its calm hunting instinct was completely aroused.

It flees to the side - and then begins devouring its prey on the ground.

Neltharion had just crashed into its hunt, and the torn prey was still lying on the ground.

"Don't ignore me!"

Neltharion felt insulted. During the life-and-death battle, the other party actually wanted to call a timeout to eat?

How can there be such a good thing!

clang--!

The sound of the blade striking the rock echoed in the valley, and Neltharion's attack was dodged! ?

'So fast!how so! ? '

Neltharion clearly felt that this guy's speed had increased.

As it paused, Neltharion could clearly see its current state.

The red monster was like boiling water. Boiling steam was spewing out of its originally red muscles and mouth, and the lines on its muscles began to emit a red light - it was also ready to fight for its life.

The vicious tail flick swept forward. Neltharion had already been defeated by this move once, and he would not lose a second time.

By rolling down and lowering his body, the warhammer-like tail almost swept over Neltharion's head.

At this moment, the monster turned around due to its tail flick, and its entire side was nakedly exposed in front of Neltharion.

opportunity!

Neltharion raised the knife horizontally and took a step forward - the sharp blade pierced into the monster's hind leg muscles as Neltharion moved.

The wound caused by this knife was deep, but the price was that the distance was too close, and Neltharion was unable to distance himself from the subsequent counterattack.

'This angle...'

With no way to retreat, he turned to death. Neltharion clenched the blade and stepped on the monster's hind leg joint hard.

The young hunter jumped up high with the air blade in his hand, and the monster on the ground opened its mouth and bit upwards - either kill it or be torn into pieces by it!

No.16 Ten Thousand Dragons Palace

The blazing blade split open the monster's head, and the scorching explosion blew its flesh and blood into pieces. The gushing steam and blood dissipated together, and the monster was successfully hunted by the hunter.

In a daze, Neltharion even heard a burst of joyful music.

Neltharion's hand holding the knife couldn't stop shaking. This was not because of fear, but because of excitement!

The gene of hunting has been engraved on human genes from ancient times, when they used stones and wooden spears to kill wild beasts; but now, many people have begun to choose a safer way - the simplest way to use powerful weapons and armor. of killings.

There's no point in it other than getting a small amount of pleasure and showing off your loot.

Now, Neltharion clenched his weapons with both hands, dancing with the monsters and fighting with his life. The pleasure he got at the moment when the fruits of victory were picked almost made him faint from excitement.

"This feeling... is almost addictive."

Neltharion felt like he was swelling uncontrollably. He felt like he was omnipotent, which was not a good sign.

Arrogance can blind people's eyes. Countless people have died of their own arrogance throughout the ages.

"What's next? It can't happen countless times, right?"

Neltharion did not feel that he had received any summons or strengthening. The entire valley was still dim, and the mold and algae were still swaying gently in the wind.

'Let's collect the loot first...'

Neltharion did not allow himself to think about the worst-case scenario. He pretended to be calm and began to skin and debone the monster that was gradually cooling down. This monster had no scales, and most of its body's defense power relied on its thick horn. provided by the layer.

The cuticle is the most difficult material to utilize, so the greatest value of a monster is probably its bones and its sharp claws.

Neltharion had no skills in this area. His movements were rough and the material could not be called material at all. It was completely a dismembered body.

Just when he was about to find a bag to pack the trophies, his consciousness fell into a trance.

It's like accidentally falling asleep on the bus. You can vaguely feel the shaking of your body and the changes in the surrounding environment, but there is always a little excitement before you wake up.

"Roar--!"

A long dragon's roar resounded like thunder through Neltharion's mind. He opened his eyes and found that he had escaped from the dark valley. The location he was in at the moment was a... palace?

Neltharion looked around, and he discovered that the ground he was stepping on was not a floor, but a huge stone brick - this stone brick was as huge as a basketball court, so that the stone bricks could be used for tens of thousands of times here. to describe.

Looking further away, there are rising steps in different directions all around, and different statues stand on the steps.

Those statues are all different monsters, or different dragons - some of them spread their wings, some roar towards the sky, some have graceful bodies, and some are fat and bloated.

They are all lifelike, as if they will move in the next second.

"Ten Thousand Dragons Palace..."

Neltharion could only think of this title, and there was no other word that could describe the epic and magnificent scene in front of him.

He looked around among the strange dragons, and then suddenly woke up - what would be at the end of them?

As he slowly raised his head, until his eyes adjusted to the light and distance, everything he saw before him came into his mind.

Neltharion lost the ability to speak.

He stared blankly at the magnificent figures at the top - a hideous but very handsome head; the shining scales were arranged tightly like armor; the thick limbs seemed to possess great power; The wings seem to block out the sun.

dragon!

This is the evil, greedy but powerful symbol in the story!

The creature in the dream is now appearing in front of Neltharion, even in the form of a stone statue.

"that is?!"

Although the gray-white stone statue is very charming, it seems a bit monotonous after all.

In this gray-white world, Neltharion saw a flash of color—bright as blood, a bloody red.

That was his old acquaintance. That beast hiding in the dark valley like a killing machine was actually a member of the dragon army?This is probably the result of natural selection...the dark valley created it, and this guy succeeded in conquering that valley.

Neltharion stepped forward to touch it, and the feeling on his palm was like a living thing, the touch of the skin, the temperature of the blood, and the beating of the heart.

"The Misty Claw Dragon."

This strange name appeared in Neltharion's mind. Obviously, the owner of the name was the perfect killing machine in front of him.

Neltharion felt like he was fused with the guy in front of him. Its claws seemed to be able to be used by him, and the power like a volcanic eruption was also contained in his body.

dong dong dong——! ! !

The heart began to beat in the chest, like war drums beating in unison - Neltharion's bloodline had awakened after the first successful hunt.

The young dragon has grown its own claws, and he will eat alive those who dare to offend the majesty of the dragon!

"!"

Neltharion suddenly opened his eyes. His condition at the moment was not good. There was a deep wound on his left foot. More importantly, his body was wrapped into a rice dumpling - a circle of hemp rope tied him up. stand up.

However, the wound on his left foot has been mostly healed by now.Neltharion still doesn't know that his body is about to leave the "Vaifan" race at this moment.

"..."

Neltharion first observed his surroundings. No matter what, he had to first understand the state of his surroundings.

With the faint light, he could see his surroundings clearly.

Three wooden boxes, two sacks containing unknown items, and two Vaifan cubs were all squeezed into a small space.Judging from the constant bumping sensation - this is a truck carriage, and it is still moving.

'Trouble...'

How long had it been since I fainted?

One hour?Or a whole day?

If it wasn't long, then they should still be inside the city of Tikalendo at this moment. If it was the latter, it would be very troublesome.

It was not enough to escape to other cities in just one day, but the position at this moment definitely no longer belonged to Tikalendo.

Well, the first time I left my hometown was when I was kidnapped.

Neltharion had no time to be sad, the most important thing right now was getting out of trouble.

He knew very well that he had gained strength.

Along with a burst of bone-chilling pain and sourness - four sharp claws like daggers grew out of Neltharion's finger joints.

Kacha - somewhere in the hemp rope was cut, and the originally tight rope suddenly loosened.

Neltharion lay in the carriage and began to move his stiff body, while also observing his new "weapon".

'The claws that grow from the joints are as thick as the phalanges, with sharp front ends and two rows of jagged barbs growing below... Isn't this a characteristic of the genus?Could it be...'

Neltharion, who is nine years old this year, awakened his ability as a dragon for the first time, which came from the ability of the guy he defeated: the Dragon Claw.

No.17 The first drop of blood

"Sister... wake up quickly."

"elder sister!"

With the shaking, Ceria opened her eyes - what caught her eye was her dearest brother, Neltharion's always stern face was full of anxiety at this moment.

"Neltharion? What's wrong with you?"

"Sister, it's not safe now."

"?"

Obviously, the effects of the drug have not completely worn off, and Ceria is not yet fully conscious at the moment.

What is needed at this time is to give her time to relax, rather than just continue to force her.

"I remembered...where is that bastard..."

"It hasn't appeared yet, but it should not be far from us. We are in a certain carriage now. The owner of the carriage is most likely them."

"I see...what are you doing?"

Seria's growth is almost visible to the naked eye. If it were her not long ago, she would probably be scared to tears at this moment.Now Seria just nodded lightly to show that she already knew. Crying would have no effect and might even alert the enemy.

She was more curious about what happened to Neltharion's hand than the current situation.

There are a total of eight claws on both hands that are as sharp as daggers - the broken rope on one side must have been cut by him.

"Well...should I say it's the Origin Stone skill or the racial characteristics? In short, this is not harmful to my body, but it can solve the current dilemma."

"Be safe and don't hurt yourself."