dragon.
Such creatures have not been seen in the mortal world for a long time—in fact, for most intelligent races in Loren, dragons are a creature between myth and reality. They definitely know the existence of this powerful creature, but basically no one can see a real dragon in their lifetime.
Except for those elves in the south who talk about their gods and are particularly alive, the elves with a long life are very qualified to call themselves witnesses to history. In the long history of the elf empire, there are still one or two records of dealing with dragons.
That elegant and powerful creature with dark blue scales and huge wings let out a deadly breath as it flew across the sky. The ancient dragon language magic was contained in the already scorching white pillar of fire, and its power was by no means simple. The flame is so simple, where the pillar of fire swept, the ground ignited a raging fire, and continued to burn and spread without fuel. After only a few breaths, the entire Cecil Territory was completely engulfed in flames.
And after doing all this, the giant dragon hovered here for a while, as if checking the effect of its own work, and finally flapped its wings and flew high into the sky, disappearing into the gradually brightening clouds.
Gawain heard several deep breaths coming from his side. Everyone including Hetty dared not take a deep breath until now—if the dragon entrenched for a while longer, I really don't know Who among them would be the first to faint.
"Dragon... Dragon..." Rebecca clutched her staff tightly, mumbling to herself, "Ancestor, I saw a dragon..."
Gao Wenqing coughed twice: "Ahem, you don't need to tell me, I saw it too."
Rebecca woke up suddenly, looked at Gao Wen with a little embarrassment, and then looked at Cecil with a complicated expression.
After being ravaged by the demon tide, and then burned by the dragon flames, this place is absolutely terrible.
And those monsters... Although they are quite troublesome to the guards with poor combat effectiveness in Cecil, they are only the lowest level of distortion after all. Those who survived, it was only a matter of time before their self-disintegration after the drastic changes in the surrounding environment.
"I thought dragons would only appear in legends," the taciturn Knight Byron couldn't help but said. The three soldiers beside him were still shaking and couldn't stand up. He didn't blame them either, but just frowned, "My lord, have you ever dealt with dragons?"
"No," Gawain shook his head. "Dragon is a very mysterious creature. Even when half of the Loren Continent was turned upside down seven hundred years ago, they never intervened in the secular world."
Although he said so, Gao Wen was not too shocked by those huge creatures in his heart, because he had seen giant dragons from other channels—he had seen such creatures appear more than once during those days when they were hanging in the sky. on the mainland. It's just that dragons are indeed mysterious. Even though Gao Wen has been in the sky for tens of thousands of years, he has seen quite a few giant dragons. Coupled with the messy and trivial pictures, he can't sum up the characteristics and habits of dragons.
At this time, the shadow next to Gao Wen suddenly shook twice, he turned his head and saw Amber standing behind him, and the half-elf lady still had a look of shock on her face.
"I saw a dragon!" Amber yelled, "My mother would never believe it—I saw a dragon! It's so big!"
"Okay, okay, everyone here has seen it," Gawain glared at the timid and noisy thief, "Where did you go just now?"
"Drilling in the crevices of the nearby rocks," said Hu Po, puffing out her chest, "I'm very good at escaping!"
Gawain covered his forehead and sighed: "Shadow affinity is at least a master level, and the frontal combat ability is limited compared to geese. You are quite proud."
Then he shook his head: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's leave quickly."
He walked down the hillside. Although the dragon had already left, God knows what strange things will come out, so leaving as soon as possible is the kingly way. But Hetty took one last look at the family territory with a complicated expression: "Ancestor... that dragon burned our territory."
"He burned our ruins. Strictly speaking, he burned those monsters." Gawain glanced at Heidi. He had carefully observed the dragon's breath before, and it was basically aimed at monsters. The most intensive place sprayed, although I don’t know why it sprayed in the wrong direction several times, but the tendency of spraying was quite obvious, “The Cecil collar was gone before the dragon came.”
"but… "
"Do you still want to seek justice with a dragon?" Gawain shrugged. "Let's be more realistic. If you really want to do something, it is to return to civilized society as soon as possible and report everything about the monster and the dragon."
Hetty couldn't argue and could only nod her head: "Yes."
In fact, Gao Wen understood Hetty's feelings very well - Cecilland is her hometown, the place where she was born and raised, even though the hometown has been destroyed, the hurdle in her heart is not so easy to get over, even if she knows that The first giant dragon just set another fire on the ruins, and this fire was likely to burn those monsters, so she would be a little awkward.
After all, this counts as face-to-face whipping.
But understanding is understanding, but it is difficult for Gao Wen to bring it into it—after all, he was not the ancestor of the Cecil family until he crawled out of the coffin...
With all kinds of messy moods, a group of people left this area, and what stood in front of them was a dense forest.
Hetty held the staff in one hand, and drew a few runes of light and shade in the air with the other hand, and then looked up to the direction of the dense forest: "You have to go through this forest to get back to the road, which leads to Tanzania Town The way to go."
Gawain looked at the rune shining in Hetty's hand with a curious and envious expression (although he tried his best to conceal it): "Magic is really a convenient thing..."
"Ancestor?" Hetty was a little confused, and then showed a somewhat terrified expression, "Are you unhappy with my skills?"
Gao Wen was taken aback: "Ah? Why should I be unhappy?"
"The Cecil family has always been based on the power of knights. Martial arts and riding skills are the orthodoxy of the family. Rebecca and I have embarked on the path of mages... If it was more than a hundred years ago, let alone the right of inheritance, I'm afraid it will be a problem to gain a foothold in the family," Hetty explained nervously, "it's just... since the incident a hundred years ago, the status of the family has plummeted, and the number of people has gradually withered. There are few children who can master extraordinary power. That's why paths other than the knight's path are recognized... But no matter what, it violates the rules of the family."
Gao Wen casually said, "Who made the stupid rules?"
With an open mind, he has always hated such typical pedantic family rules.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he said these words, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became subtle. Knight Byron immediately lowered his head and pretended to tie his shoelaces—even though he was wearing a pair of iron boots, Hetty was stunned on the spot, and Rebecca was on the spot between the two. Seconds later, he timidly pointed at Gao Wen himself.
Gao Wen: "..."
Retrieve the memory, back then... It seems that there was such a thing.
The young and vigorous hero Gawain Cecil, after a triumph, drank the celebration wine with Charles I, the founding king of Ansu Kingdom. The two good friends bragged after drinking. The group of people who led the clansmen to flee to the north has now become pioneers and founders. It can be foreseen that there will be a large wave of first-generation nobles in the near future, and as long as they can survive, this group has no foundation. It can be said that behind the first generation of nobles, ancient families with long-standing roots will be born...
So the two founding monarchs and ministers who were too drunk got together to think about whether it should be standardized in advance, and some things like family rules and family precepts should be formulated to prevent future generations from forgetting the spirit of their ancestors and acting as Pioneers of pioneers, founders of founders, Gawain Cecil and Charles I should undoubtedly lead by example.
So Gawain Cecil 700 years ago drank half a glass of high-quality wine in one gulp, took another look at the knight sword on his waist, raised his hand and splashed ink on the table to leave a line of words:
Knights are stronger than mages.
Charles I was very pleased when he saw it, so he wrote a line:
Gao Wenqing is right.
The former has become the ancestral motto of the Cecil family, and the latter... the latter has been remonstrated by Charles I's attendants and admonishers.
For the sake of the overall situation, the far-reaching ministers and His Majesty the King who is sober, of course, would not list such drunken speeches in the basic national policy, but Gawain Cecil seriously put his own words at that time. The feelings in my heart were listed in the family rules.
Breaking away from the memory bank, Gawain looked at Hetty and Rebecca with a face full of embarrassment.
He sighed: "Back then, if you drank too much, you should pretend that you didn't have this rule..."
Hetty & Rebecca: "...?"
And at this moment, a grunt came from the belly of Amber next to him, which finally relieved Gao Wen.
"Although I know it's not appropriate to say this when your grandparents are enjoying family happiness," the half-elf girl rubbed her belly in embarrassment, "but I'm a little hungry."
And Amber's hunger seemed to be the starting signal. After her words fell, there were several sounds of gastrointestinal motility coming from the stomachs of everyone present.
Even Gao Wen was no exception.
It was only at this moment that Gao Wen realized that since leaving the dark tomb, everyone present had not eaten for a long time.
And he went without food more than everyone else—the last time he had enjoyed the satisfaction of chewing food, the monkeys of Loren were far from walking upright.