Chapter 563 414 Has a Unique Shape
A dragon, an extraordinary dragon.
From a distance, Max thought it was a particularly large bird, just very strange, but when the dragon got closer, he felt that the dragon was too big compared to the surrounding environment to be a bird.
Now, as the dragon approached, Max could clearly see the dragon's slender body, the structure of its wings was more like a bat, the dragon's skin was shining with a strange light, and its eyes revealed a mysterious wisdom, like the deep starry sky.
Max's heart beat faster, and he couldn't help but sigh at the huge body of the dragon. It was the first time he had witnessed a dragon so close, usually those dragons only flew in the sky. The magnificent scene in front of him made him feel awe, and he couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of these dragons was and why they appeared frequently in the sky of South Wobergland.
Max, as an officer active in the northern part of South Wobergland, grew up hearing dragon legends. In his short life, he occasionally saw dragons flying over the sky of South Wobergland. He was not familiar with dragons. If he counted carefully, this was his sixth time seeing dragons, three of which were seen within this year. Those dragons seemed to have some purpose, flying from the sky of South Wobergland to North Wobergland.
Max was excited and scared to see the legendary creature, one of the most ancient beasts, but he also sincerely hoped that this would be the last time he would see such a creature.
What Dacus saw up close was completely different from what Max saw in the distance. The color of the dragon's body was very strange. The tough skin covered with scales was dark red, shining with dazzling spots, like a rainbow. The head was covered with a huge and heavy bone shell, and two rows of sharp spikes protruded between the long spine.
The dragon's mouth was surrounded by a circle of long tendrils, and stem-like tentacles extended from the eyebrows above its eyes. Sporadic flames spewed out between its fangs, and a cloud of poisonous smoke spewed out from its mouth and nose, rubbing out flames. But it did not make a terrifying roar that could echo among the mountains like thunder. It seemed to be distracted by the battle below.
Although the dragon in the air was very visually impactful, Daquus did not think that the dragon in front of him was bigger than Malok. If Malok and Bajir were used as a standard, the dragon should be half the size of Malok and four Bajir.
At such a close distance, Daquus could see the yellow eyes on the dragon's face without a telescope. The eyes were shining with a fiery red light, revealing a malicious wisdom. He knew that this was a relatively normal red dragon. Judging from the flight trajectory and the direction of its sudden appearance, it should have come from the south and went to the Dragon Castle in the north to attend the party.
The big guy was also attracted. He turned his head to look over, and then his eyes widened suddenly. He had never been in such close contact with such a large creature, which made him feel small, very small and despicable. He had seen black dragons in Naggaroth, but those black dragons could not compare with the dragon in front of him, just like his size compared with those companions.
"Disperse!"
However, before the big guy could think about anything else, he heard the sound of the small bean sprouts on his body. Then, he bared his teeth and issued an indignant command.
After Dacus gave the order, he decisively blew the Spicazuma Horn. After his previous contact with the dragon, he had a stereotype that the red dragon was still unpredictable. His companions were standing too closely, and he didn't know what would happen in the next second. He couldn't pin his hopes on the red dragon, and he didn't want his companions to be covered by the dragon's sudden breath.
Skarandil was a little annoyed when he heard the strange horn sound, but he was not as irritable as he would be hundreds of years later. He still calmly watched the battle below. He had not seen this kind of fight for a long time. Under the watchful eyes of a group of weak creatures, a weak creature challenged an ugly monster alone.
Not long ago, a strange dream troubled Skarandil, which made him, who had lived for two thousand years, sense a hint of crisis. In the dream, he woke up from a long sleep and was completely different. The dimension stone was implanted in his body, and the spell bewitched his mind, making him unable to resist.
The mysterious ritual filled Skarandil with fear and anger. The name of a dark god echoed in his mind, making him restless. The wizard in the dream was not interested in the treasure he hoarded. He clearly realized that he was trapped in a spell cast by the wizard, so that his mind was blinded and out of control, but he could do nothing about it, and no one could save him.
Scarandil broke free from the dream, and his heart was full of doubts and uneasiness. This incredible dream troubled him. He knew that the dream was related to his future. If he didn't want to become like the one in the dream, he had to do something.
Not long after, Splinterwin suddenly appeared in front of Scarandil's cave. He was surprised by Splinterwin's sudden visit. Usually red dragons are independent individuals. Except for a few spouses, they are basically alone. He didn't know what Splinterwin's arrival meant, but he still communicated his dream with Splinterwin, and Splinterwin also shared his dream with him.
The two dragons exchanged their dreams, shared their doubts and concerns. Springtwin told Skarandil that he had also experienced similar dreams and had received some revelations. He suggested that Skarandil go to Dragon Castle to seek more answers and guidance. Finally, he told Skarandil in a mysterious tone that the fate of the red dragon race had changed.
"Revelation?"
Skarandil's sudden appearance did not stop the battle below. Instead, his appearance made the mad beast even more manic.
Maranul endured the disgusting stench and used the characteristics of his armor to dodge the bite of the mad beast. The bite of the mad beast's jaw was strong enough to bite off a tree trunk not far away. After dodging, he knelt on one knee, and the frost sword drew a deadly arc in the air. As the frost sword fell, the fangs with yellow corrosive liquid on the mad beast's jaw broke with a sound. He felt like he was struck on a hard stone. The blow made his arm tremble painfully, and corrosive liquid gushed out of the mouth of the crazy beast.
Maranul, who was hit by the blow, did not observe his results. He was desperately trying to avoid the corrosive liquid like a fountain, but he was still a step slower. The liquid splashing on the armor made a hissing sound. His heart tightened, and he immediately realized that his situation had become more dangerous. He hurriedly moved his body to try to avoid the invasion of the corrosive liquid. However, no matter how hard he tried, the liquid seemed to be constantly gushing at him like a fountain.
The crazy beast roared in pain, and its heavy head spurting blood swayed irregularly. The effect that followed was like a 361-degree breath, making it impossible for Maranul beside it to avoid it.
A feeling of despair surged in Maranul's heart. He knew that he had to get rid of this predicament as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. He tried his best to dodge, trying to find an opportunity to take advantage of. At the same time, he kept urging the characteristics of the armor. At this moment, he seemed to forget that the flying effect of the armor had a cooling time and could not be activated continuously in a short period of time.
Then, something even more terrifying happened. The choice of the mad beast in place drove its terrifying tail, which whistled in with a sound of breaking through the air.
Maranul, who had no time to dodge, tried his best to chop at the tail of the mad beast. Although he tried his best, he could not completely cut off the tail. The dense muscles and spine prevented him from completely cutting it off. The mad beast hissed in pain and quickly pulled back its tail. He looked at the loose poison needle with satisfaction, which was barely hanging at the end of the tail by ligaments and skin.
The mad beast, in pain, pounced on Maranul again. This time he was desperate. The mad beast's attack was too fast, so fast that he had almost no room to move. It was so fast that he could only desperately pounce to one side. Although he narrowly avoided the fatal bite, his long cloak was tightly grasped by the mouth of the mad beast, and he was thrown out as the mad beast shook its head frantically.
"Emm..." Daquus scratched his head in confusion while watching the battle, but he did not scratch his hair and scalp, he only scratched the hard helmet. He never understood why many beings still wore cloaks that got in the way during the battle. If there were no cloaks that got in the way, his cousin would have resolved this fatal danger, and now the situation has become worse.
Maranul's head hit the rock, and even with the protection of the helmet, his nose still made a heart-wrenching sound, and then he lay on the ground, dizzy and lying on his back motionless. The frost sword slipped from his numb fingers, and blood smeared on his face. He blinked and tried hard to focus his vision.
One of the forelimbs of the Mad Whisperer pressed against Maranul's armor with almost oppressive force, causing it to creak and his torso to bear tremendous pressure inside the armor. The Mad Whisperer looked down at him, roaring, with thick saliva and purple venom flowing from his mouth. The stench of rotten flesh and entrails filled the air, making it unbearable for him. He turned his head and saw that the Frost Sword was nearby, and desperately reached out to reach it. His fingers touched the hilt of the sword, but just couldn't reach it. In the end, he succeeded in moving the sword further away from him.
Maranul, who was being greedily stared at by the Mad Whisperer, could feel the Mad Whisperer's eyes flashing with angry flames. The color of the eyes was like an unblown ember, shining with a deep and intense light. He could even see his own reflection in that dark crack.
"End it." Maranul roared. He knew he had failed. Now only magic could save him, but in that case, it would be better for him to die in the monster's mouth.
"Wait a little longer, you have to trust him." Colonia said as he grabbed Alatar's staff, interrupting Alatar's spell.
A sudden gust of wind mixed with snow blew over, and the Mad Beast was briefly distracted by the sound of Scarandil flapping its wings, probably because the strong and ugly sulfur smell on Scarandil made it produce beast instincts.
When the Mad Beast turned its head, Maranul's hand slid to his waist, and he pulled out the black jade dagger he had obtained not long ago from the scabbard. The Mad Beast felt his movement and pressed harder on his armor, and his armor creaked under the pressure. But he did not stop the movement in his hand. He knew this was his last chance. He roared and inserted the black jade dagger into the claws that nailed him. The toy-like black jade dagger pierced into the body of the Mad Beast like a butter knife, cutting the tendons and embedding it between the bones.
The Mad Whisperer roared in pain. The wound cut by the black jade dagger was smoking. The inky black dagger was shining, as if it was burning. It retreated violently in pain.
The pressure on Maranul's chest was relieved immediately. He took this opportunity to reach out to the sword again. With the experience of the last time, this time his fingers tightly grasped the hilt.
Daquus, who was closely observing the battle, exhaled lightly. He knew that the black jade dagger had hit at a critical moment. The black jade dagger was one of the few extraordinary things among the vampire trophies. Its effect was just like the terrifying soul dagger before. However, compared with the soul dagger, the black jade dagger was like a beggar's version of a beggar's beggar, which was extremely useless.
The Mad Whisperer kept roaring, and the elves present accepted round after round of tests. The black jade dagger played its characteristics, but that was it. The flesh around the dagger blistered. It shook its front legs frantically, trying to squeeze out the inky black dagger from between its metatarsals. It seemed to have forgotten the existence of Maranul at this moment.
Maranul stood up and raised the Frost Sword, which had become extremely heavy, in front of him. He shook off the wet black hair extending from the gap in his helmet and prepared to attack. However, he was as if he did not exist. The Mad Beast continued to ignore him and tried to clamp the dagger with his teeth, pull it out, and then throw it away. Perhaps in the eyes of the Mad Beast, the threat posed by the Black Jade Dagger was far greater than him.
Maranul, who was charging, raised the heavy sword over his shoulder. After reciting a prayer to Edrezer, he chopped at the Mad Beast's almost neckless neck with all his strength. The blade made a nauseating sound when it hit the Mad Beast's scales. The blade cut deeply into the Mad Beast's skin. The monster screamed because of the hot blood gushing out of the wound, spraying him and the ground with a purple color.
The Mad Beast stood up on its hind legs, its head swinging back and forth. It staggered and tried to headbutt Maranul. Maranul barely dodged the blow, trying to avoid being hit by its body and its deadly tail.
After taking a step back, Maranul, who was in armor, charged forward again. When he barely got close to the violent body of the Mad Beast, he swung his sword and cut open the purple abdomen of the Mad Beast on its side. As the small limbs fell, the wound released a grotesque viscera. He could see the half-digested human corpse in the monster's translucent digestive tract. He resisted the nausea and stabbed the organs of the Mad Beast over and over again.
The Mad Beast struggled desperately, scratching the ground with its hind paws, and biting Maranul in a bouncing manner, but Maranul dodged the attack and swung his sword down. In its frenzy, it used all the offensive moves it could, grappling and biting, but all these attacks were avoided by Maranul. In the process of dodging, the back half of its tongue was also cut off. It let out a pitiful whine, and blood continued to flow from its neck.
Now the entire battlefield was full of blood, like a slaughterhouse.
"Die for Edrezer!" Maranul shouted, slashing at a claw that reached out to him, and the long sword penetrated into the flesh and bones of the crazy beast.
The remaining rationality made the crazy beast feel terrified. At this time, it no longer launched an attack, but desperately retreated, with thick intestines dragging on the ground. As it ran, various fragments of organs kept dragging on the ground. It looked like a wounded bear, with a low roar coming from its chest, stumbling back to the entrance of the cool cave, but Maranul did not intend to let it escape.
Maranul pursued relentlessly, slashing with his sword, and with each swing, he vented all his emotions on the blade, turning his anger and pain into a ruthless attack. His heart burned with anger at the suffering caused by the Mad Talker, and resentment for the injuries he had suffered. He no longer felt fear, only anger and determination drove him to continue fighting until the monster was completely destroyed, until the anger in his heart was released.
With each slash, Maranul's breathing became heavier, and sweat mixed with blood dripped from his forehead, but he did not stop. He continued to chase the Mad Talker, not giving the Mad Talker a chance to breathe.
The Mad Talker knew that it seemed that it could not escape, and before the last drop of blood flowed, it bounced and turned around and launched a final attack on Maranul.
Facing the Mad Talker's open mouth, Maranul knew that he no longer had enough speed or strength to dodge, but he did not retreat. Instead, he took a step forward, walked directly towards the Mad Talker's open mouth, and stabbed upward. As the Mad Whisperer's mouth closed, the blade pierced the roof of the Mad Whisperer's mouth. He screamed as the Mad Whisperer's teeth pierced his gauntlet, but he held the hilt tightly and pushed it into the monster's brain with all his strength.
With a final roar, blood bubbles surged up the Mad Whisperer's throat, and its heavy head pressed down on Maranul.
The legendary Mad Whisperer, the Wobergrand Broodmother, was killed by Maranul.
Unable to break free, Maranul was overwhelmed. At that moment, he couldn't help but think of the first time he served in the Ebon Claw. The cold lizard under him tripped while running, and he was riding on the back of the cold lizard and was pressed under the cold lizard. However, the Mad Whisperer on top of him was heavier than the cold lizard. Just when he thought this was his final fate, he did not die. The armor finally helped him withstand this blow.
"Lord of the Blade, I dedicate this killing to your glory. I pray that you will grant me grace and strength." The suppressed Maranul prayed in a bubbling voice. Although the armor helped him withstand the fatal blow, his internal organs were still damaged. He gasped and tried to break free, but he tried for a long time without success. Lying on the ground, he glanced with his peripheral vision and saw that people were running towards him quickly. He stopped struggling, then closed his eyes and put his forehead on the cross of the hilt.
As the crazy beast fell, the elves present burst into huge cheers. Then, the elves present hurried to Maranul, ready to pull Maranul out from under the monster's body.
Dakuus, who was one step faster than other elves, rode the big guy to Maranul's side. He jumped off the big guy's back and squatted on the ground. He couldn't help shaking his head at Maranul's weird movements.
"What kind of style is this? It's quite unique, but your posture doesn't seem to be very good. I suggest you learn from the Witch King in this regard." Then, Dacus teased.
Maranul smiled with his eyes closed. He thought his brother was right. Then he threw the Frost Sword on the ground and shook his head.
"How is my face?" After a moment, Maranul asked weakly with his eyes closed.
"My nose is crooked, and there is a deep scar where the left eye and nose connect. There is also the blood of the Mad Whisperer on your face, and the blood is corroding your face." Dacus said after looking for a while.
"I won't..."
"I shouldn't? But... this scar..." Dacus knew what Maranul cared about. He pushed away the big guy who put his head close to him and said decisively.
"This is my honor. I will keep it. My brother, I am so tired..."
"Hold on, don't fall asleep. A dragon just came. I will communicate with it now. You know what I am talking about." Dacus stood up after he finished speaking, turned over and rode on the big guy's back, then nodded to the elf thrown over, and rode the big guy to the direction of the dragon.
"My name is Skarandil, a weak creature, you..." The dragon that had landed in the empty field looked at the big guy who was grinning at it with disdain, raised his slender neck and said to the weak creature riding on his back.
"You came from the dwarf's Karak Kadrin Fortress?" Dacus ignored the dragon's pretense. In his opinion, dragons are all like this, and he is used to it. He interrupted Skarandil and asked directly.
"How do you know?" After hearing what Dacus said, Skarandil's brass pupils suddenly widened, and then it asked a question that it immediately regretted after asking.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Dacus, Dacus Hellbane. As you can see, I am an elf. Can I ask a question? What is the relationship between Splinterwin and you?"
"According to humans, Splinterwin is my uncle. Now it's my turn to ask, how do you know Splinterwin?" Skarandil did not answer Dacus's question immediately. Its head approached Dacus, staring into Dacus' eyes. Its tentacles danced around Dacus while teasing the big guy. After a while, it retracted its head and said with its head held high.
After Skarandil asked this question, he immediately regretted it. When he saw the change in Dacus's eyes, he realized that he had asked another stupid question.
"Didn't it tell you? I made a promise to it, and in return... so... what happened now?" Dacus spread his hands and asked in silence. (End of this chapter)