The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

The sudden change in attitude made the elf in front of him feel like he was living in a dream. He responded hesitantly and stood up from the ground.

"Can you make a fire?" Suddenly Menechel seemed to remember something. He turned to look at the elf who was about to leave.

The elf shuddered at his gaze and immediately said, "Although it's a simple magic trick, we never use fire."

Menechel's face darkened. The last time he was in this area, he saw with his own eyes the blue-green flames burning on the trees - different from the flame color of an ordinary "lighter", but it didn't seem that all this was done by the elves.

Seeing Menechel's face suddenly darken, the elf immediately realized what he should say. He rolled his eyes and smiled a little reluctantly: "So I guess it was probably the dragon's fault."

"Dragon?" Menichel was stunned. He couldn't help but think of what Mr. Merlin said about the "real dragon species". Out of caution, Menichel continued, "There should be no sub-dragons around here."

"It's not a sub-dragon, it's a purebred dragon, although judging by its scales, it probably isn't even an adult yet."

Menechel narrowed his eyes. He had been in Utopia for three years, and this was the first time he had actually heard news about the dragon.

"Do you know the way?"

Menechel looked at the elf beside him, and the elf nodded uncharacteristically attentively.

"I can lead the way for you, as long as you are not afraid of death."

Menechel narrowed his eyes, and the elf cooperated and let him watch. Suddenly, the solemnity on Menechel's face was replaced by a smile: "Don't worry, if I can't kill it, I might as well die."

How strong the dragon is, what is his current strength, whether he can survive, all these things are unknown, but so what - he has been here for nearly three years, he doesn't know how much time he has left, what the use of all these years of training is, and the dragon in front of him is the best test.

——Altria is a pure descendant of the red dragon and a chosen warrior. If you can't overtake her now, you will never be able to defeat her in your life.

Teacher Merlin's unintentional words kept lingering in Menechel's ears, and he didn't have much time left.

Moreover, with his experience of roaming the Utopia for several years and killing countless Asian dragons, Menachel did not think he would lose. If he really couldn't win... the worst that could happen was that he would lose the sword given by Teacher Merlin, and naturally be driven out of the Utopia by the world.

You won't die anyway, so what's there to be afraid of?

He smiled so-called, put away his rapier and put it on his waist, and pointed forward: "Lead the way."

The elf remained silent, turned around and led the way towards the dense forest behind him.

Menachere was sure that there was something wrong with the elf in front of him, at least his purpose was not pure, but they were all adults, so it was not surprising that they had personal feelings. Moreover, Menachere was confident that if he could capture the elf once, he could suppress him countless times.

……

Morgan sat in the carriage. The horses that were unmanned were burning with blue flames, and wherever the horses' hooves passed, there were traces of charred black.

She was the only child her father King Uther had in public. No matter how many illegitimate children the old man had in secret, the throne would always be hers. But Merlin actually played the "Chosen King" trick.

Whoever can pull out the sword in the stone will be the new king of Britain. If Merlin had not publicly announced that he would not participate in the selection, Morgan would even suspect that the other party was trying to usurp the throne.

But there is no doubt that the girl next to Merlin is the new "chosen" king. If Morgan guessed correctly, the girl disguised as a boy by Merlin using magic is still his nominal sister.

She had just rushed back to Britain after hearing the rumor about the Sword in the Stone, but unfortunately, after one attempt, she, as a princess, was ultimately unable to pull out the Sword of the King's Choice. Fortunately, Morgan had more than one chance.

She planned to use a little bit of magic to help herself activate the red dragon bloodline, so she came to borrow some blood from the "old dragon".

But unfortunately, even the burning fire of fantasy failed to lure out the dragon cub this time. It would have run out impatiently as soon as it smelled her scent before.

It seems that both dragons and humans become less cute as they grow older.

Morgan frowned, and she controlled the carriage to slowly stop. A transparent flying bird slowly landed on Morgan's hand.

A large amount of bird droppings were found in the Lake Forest, but the surrounding area was eerily quiet, apparently there were no birds.

The monsters here will never go near the lake, and those vegetarian elves will not take the initiative to exterminate a race.

Was it that little dragon that took action… The last time we saw it, it seemed to be planning to drive away the elves and monopolize the lake.

So the next step would be the elves by the lake, right?

Thinking of this, Morgan turned the carriage around and headed back towards the Lake Forest.

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PS: Things will get better after you get through the boring plot at the beginning. The current situation is probably like Li Xin, who is at level three and is waiting to reach level four and become Guangxin. Wouldn't everything be smooth sailing afterwards?

It is important to read new books, so please

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Chapter 9 Dragon Cub: Please turn on the microphone to communicate

2023-07-29

dragon.

In almost all myths and legends, their huge bodies, hard scales, the power to destroy towns with a slight movement, and the terrifying dragon breath that can breathe fire always arouse envy and are praised by people.

Perhaps it is the instinct of all primates to be keen on challenging the powerful, so they always appear as villains and become the targets of warriors. In fact, in the era before the demise of the Age of Gods, the population of dragons was rampant, and there were also many brave dragon slayers in order to maintain human order.

But I have never heard of a human coming to challenge a dragon just to prove his own strength.

But Minesher broke this precedent.

The huge creature before him was indeed worthy of the adjective "giant". Its dark body was much larger than any magical beast that Menechel had ever seen before, but its eyes were only the size of a person's height, and the air exhaled from normal breathing was enough to make it impossible for him to open his eyes.

But what rivalry could be more exciting?

There was a flash of excitement in Menachel's red eyes, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling and rushing wildly throughout his body, making his eyes and skin stained with a layer of blood.

He drew the knight's sword from his waist, and pointed the slender sword directly at the giant dragon lying in front of him. However, the huge size of the dragon made people feel that the blade might break at any time.

Teacher Merlin should have made a big sword.

This thought emerged in Menechel's mind. He ignored the "guide elf" that had disappeared beside him, and walked towards the dragon step by step. The strong airflow made the cloth armor on Menechel's body rustle.

When they got close to a certain distance, the sleeping dragon in front of him suddenly opened his eyes. Through the other's bright golden vertical pupils, Menechel could clearly see his own shadow.

The moment the dragon woke up, Menechel changed his previous slow approach speed. He exerted force on his feet and rushed straight towards the dragon's head, with the sword in his hand pointing directly at the dragon's golden vertical pupils that had just opened.

But then Menechel's charge paused. The strong wind caused by the dragon's flapping wings caused Menechel's charge to pause slightly.

During this brief period of stagnation, the dragon leaped up and broke free from the ground, and then its tail smashed down on the head without any mercy.

With a slightly unhappy sigh, Minashel protected his head with both hands and took the blow from top to bottom. The moment he landed, he exerted force with his feet to prevent himself from falling into an unfavorable position on the ground.

His legs supported a much heavier weight than usual. Even though Menachel had been repaired over and over again by the Fantasy Species, the innate gap between humans and dragons could not be eliminated so easily.

My legs sank inch by inch into the mud beneath my feet, and my knees bent downward uncontrollably - the current situation was undoubtedly worse than the terrible position of being pinned down.

But it is impossible to get away now.

Menechel's heart sank, and he let go of the dragon's tail with both hands at the same time, turned his head to avoid his vitals, and let the dragon's tail swing on his shoulder.

Menechel's body tilted and he almost fell to the side. He felt a burning sensation from his left shoulder, but he didn't have time to think about it. While the dragon's tail was not yet retracted, Menechel clasped his hands together and grabbed the tip of the dragon's tail. He turned his right wrist holding the sword and inserted the blade into the gap between the dragon scales.

There was no accurate sense of penetration, and the force was too little. Menachel thought to himself and simply let go of the hilt.

The giant dragon was frightened and roared, rushing upwards, and Menechel also used the force to move forward with his own feet.

If you let it fly up again, it will just passively take the beating.

Menechel knew this very well, so he was not prepared to let the dragon go so easily.

"Give me--"

Menechel was being dragged and was about to be suspended in the air. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, loosened his arms and changed from hugging to grabbing, tightly grasping the tip of the dragon's tail. The uneven and rough dragon scales easily cut Menechel's palms, and blood splashed down his palms.

But the strange touch from the tail also obviously had a strange effect on the dragon. Menechel could feel the huge resistance pause at this moment. (Note 1)

“—Come down!”

The arm exerted force, and even Menachel's entire body bent down due to excessive force. Under the extremely strong pulling force greater than the power, the dragon's body fell downward.

Smoke and dust rose up, accompanied by a roar. Menachel barely managed to climb out of the pit.

Just now I only thought about how to block the dragon's flying advantage, completely ignoring the risk that I might be overwhelmed.

There was a strong tearing sensation in the waist and back, and a crisp crackling sound from the left shoulder.

The pain that had not been felt just now due to excessive excitement now arrived as expected. Menechel licked his lips that were dry due to excessive excitement. He glanced at the knight's sword that he had just discarded, but unfortunately a crack had appeared on the sword.

Are dragon scales so hard?

Menechel's gaze was fixed, and a roar with strong resentment penetrated into Minechel's eardrums.

That guy hasn't fainted yet?

In a split second, a bad feeling arose, and without caring about chivalry, Menachel rolled sideways again, and in an instant a purple-red beam of light shot out from the smoke. The high temperature caused by the strong magic fluctuations instantly made the air dry.

Minashel, who was unable to dodge, covered his injured arm. The high temperature instantly stopped the bleeding from the wound, so he didn't have to worry about losing his fighting ability due to blood loss.

Fortunately, the injured hand was only the left hand, so at least I still have one hand to use.

He turned his head to look at the outline of his left hand, and Menechel cracked his mouth.

Now he is completely useless.

He bent down and picked up the knight's sword that had fallen to the ground. To be honest, he already regretted coming to challenge the dragon.

The heart beats violently, supplying blood to all parts of the body, and the pain is no longer obvious due to the high excitement of the brain at this time.

The aroused fierce knight swung his sword to cut off the charred skin and flesh. At this time, the young brain had completely lost rational control. Minechel couldn't tell the difference between [the dragon stood up] and [charged with the sword] Which one happened first.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Now there was only one thing on Menechel's mind: to kill the damn dragon.

——————-Small Theater————

Note 1:

(Let’s change our perspective)

Morgan in the dark: "Challenging this dragon? Even if it's a baby dragon, it's commendable for your courage. So, give it a little help."

Cast a "weakening magic" on your own dragon and a "strengthening magic" on others.

Morgan in the dark: "It's just the struggle of a reptile anyway..."

Boom——(The dragon falls to the ground)

Morgan: “?”

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Ps: Don't worry, it's not a broken arm.Bedivere is enough for the one-armed knight or something

Please read, recommend, and collect

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Chapter 10 Dragon Cub: It's just a borderline! (Please read on)

2023-07-29

The iron smell in the mouth slightly dilutes the burning sensation.

The dragon's silhouette was reflected in Menechel's pupils. It circled in the air, flapping its wings more and more frequently. He knew that the dragon was getting tired.

But Menechel did not let his guard down, because the dragon's state was only at the "Tired" stage. Until just now, except for Menechel's full-strength throw, he did not seem to have caused any real damage to the dragon in front of him.

On his side, the knight sword given by Mr. Merlin was on the verge of breaking, and it was estimated that it would break in the next collision. But except for the broken limbs caused by being too impatient at the beginning, Menachere really didn't have any serious injuries.

Even his physical strength has far exceeded usual.

He also gradually noticed something wrong with his body, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it - perhaps the elf who had just escaped felt guilty and turned back to secretly perform magical treatment on him.

Teacher Merlin once told him that his body structure was quite peculiar. He could not store magic power, but he could quickly convert magic power into physical strength. This was particularly evident during his growth period in recent years.

Therefore, as long as the secret assistance does not fail, Minashel feels that he can fight for a whole day.

But it is still difficult to kill the giant dragon in front of you.

The feeling of endless power was very exciting, so while he was fascinated, Menechel was knocked out by the dragon again.

The opponent's frequency of using dragon breath has been getting lower and lower, and its long period of charging has basically made it lose its threat to Menechel. So in Menechel's eyes, the dragon at this time is just a strong knight who has lost his weapon.

And Menechel—

His sword was officially broken in the collision just now, so both sides are now in a fair competition on the same starting line.

After all, it’s reasonable for an ordinary person to bring a nurse with him when fighting a dragon, right?

But at this moment, Menechel was not in the mood to laugh, because his sword was broken and he had not yet left the utopia.

Merlin is a liar!