Chapter 564 415 Dragon's Recognition

After talking with Skarandil for a few words, Dakwus had a strange feeling. He thought that the fire dragon in front of him, which was full of sulfur, was a model of the characteristics of dragons. However, he felt that Skarandil was a little silly, without the so-called arrogance, the extreme arrogance, which was somewhat inconsistent with his stereotype. It might be related to his own arrogance. Perhaps this was also the reason why Skarandil appeared here?

Skarandil, Dakwus knew him. He was an ancient and dangerous fire dragon who lived in the World Edge Mountains north of the Dwarf Fortress of Karak Kadrin. The Dwarf Fortress of Karak Kadrin was famous for the Dwarf Butchers, so he lived under the noses of those Dwarf Butchers, and in the end he also reaped the corresponding ending, but there were some slight deviations.

The place where Skarandil lived was called Dragon Mountain. He used his nest as the center to intimidate the surrounding areas and ravage the surrounding land. Of course, this was just a pastime in his long life. The rest of the time he stayed in the nest and slept for decades.

Until one day, the dull life for Skarandil was broken by the arrival of two Tzeentch sorcerers. His body and mind were twisted, becoming more cruel and bloodthirsty. But compared with Splinterwin, he was not so miserable. He was still Skarandil, not transformed into another existence, even his name changed, and he did not grow another head and neck.

After waking up, Skarandil ravaged the surrounding land again, but this time he was not only for food, but also for fun. He let many prey escape just to bring fun to his future hunting. Some survivors suffering from Stockholm syndrome began to worship him crazily, as if he was a god, but he was not...

The dwarf butchers went to the lair of Dragon Mountain in a group to try to kill Skarandil, but they all failed without exception. Human knights from various countries also failed. In addition to the failed dragon slayers, many adventurers and thieves were also constantly trying to get close to the cave. Red dragons are famous for storing huge treasures in their lairs. Of course, these expeditions all failed without exception. The manipulated Skarandil was both powerful and evil. The witchcraft magnified the characteristics of the red dragon to the extreme, so he continued to wreak havoc for several years.

Until one day, Skarandil went out without checking the almanac, and did not see the almanac that it was not suitable to go out. As a supporting character in the story, he met the protagonist of the story on this day.

In a word, Skarandil encountered the Granni Soul airship built by the dwarf butcher Malakai Makaisen on this day, and then a fierce air battle broke out. Just as he was about to destroy the airship, an unexpected accident happened. A dwarf driving a helicopter took decisive action after some ideological struggle. While shouting "Long live Grimnir", the dwarf pushed the control stick forward to the bottom and opened the throttle to the maximum.

The rotor blades first touched Skarandil, and the high-speed rotating blades cut off a large piece of the dragon's flesh and blood, and then the helicopter's engine drilled into the dragon's flesh and blood. The huge impact tore the fuselage of the helicopter apart. The force of the impact pushed the dragon back and away from the airship. The helicopter engine and the explosives on it caught fire, and then a huge explosion occurred.

The huge explosion shattered the dwarf's body, and Skarandil also fell in the explosion, wrapped in a ball of fire that did not belong to him. Just as he fell to the ground and fell everywhere, his wings spread and the dive stopped. Just when the people on the airship thought he was about to attack again, he staggered and flew away powerlessly.

There was a reason why Dacus thought Skarandil was stupid. At the moment when the dragon was enduring severe pain in his ancient body, he did not want to destroy the airship to vent his anger, but chose to escape. Maybe in the long life of the dragon, he had never felt such pain? Skarandil thought it would be best to return to the nest to treat the wound, and then find time to take revenge after the wound healed.

At that time, the members on the airship had the same idea as Skarandil. They vowed to take revenge and make the dragon pay. Based on the principle of taking advantage of your illness, these members came to Dragon Mountain when Skarandil was injured and weak. These members were mediocre. In addition to Malakai, the maker of the Granni Soul airship, Gotrek and Felix were also among them. Of course, Eureka, who had not yet become a vampire, was also there. It can be said to be an all-star lineup.

Then... Felix completed the final blow to Skarandil.

"Did you see anything? Dreams? Prophecies? Omens?" Dacus, who came back to his senses, asked a question to Skarandil who was looking straight at him.

There was a reason why Dacus asked this, because he found that these red dragons had a characteristic. If a red dragon is alive and well and satisfied with everything, it will not fly to Dragon Castle to participate in this epic meeting under normal circumstances. After all, the characteristics of red dragons are there. I am alive and well, and I don't care about you. The dragons rushing to Dragon Castle usually face some problems, such as the future ending and the current living environment. Perhaps a small number of them are just for fun and are pulled here by Springtwin, who plays the role of a broker. At least that's what he thinks now.

"I..."

At first, Skarandil was reluctant to say it, but after a stalemate, he slowly told Dacus about his dream.

"Yes, the origin of everything, the beginning of everything." Dacus nodded and responded. He knew the reason why Skarandil appeared.

"Splintwin told me, you, Darkus? Do you have a solution? This is why I didn't breathe fire just now!"

"What does it mean to say something like this with a little pride? Do I still want to thank you? Do I have to kowtow to you?" Darkus raised his head and glanced at Scarandir while murmuring in a low voice.

"What did you say?"

"I said that your power and majesty are well known. In this vast world, your existence is like a bright light, illuminating countless trajectories. Your huge body and strong muscles are members of the dragon clan. Symbol, showing incomparable majesty and power. Such a body is enough to make any creature fall in love with it and be in awe of it. I know that you are the pride of the red dragon and your existence itself. A symbol of intimidation and power that prevents other creatures from ignoring your presence." Darkus smiled softly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, and said in a teasing tone.

"Moreover, your wisdom is also amazing! Your radiant eyes seem to contain the wisdom of the entire universe. I often sigh, if you are willing, I am afraid you can take the wisdom of the dragon clan into your own and become Wise man among the dragons! Maybe you should consider setting up a wisdom course among the dragons, I believe there will be many little dragons flocking to it!"

Darkus' tone was gentle but firm. After he glanced at Maranur who had been pulled out, his eyes changed again. Revealing his respect and respect for Scarandir, he continued to talk nonsense and incoherent rainbow farts while enduring the strong smell of sulfur.

"It's good that you know!" Scarandir raised his neck helpfully and responded with a proud tone.

"You are really stupid." Darkus muttered in a low voice while waving to Maranur who was looking at him.

Maranur, who had recovered some form, refused Alatar's support and staggered over. He knew what his brother was doing. He didn't want to let the dragon look down on him when they first met. He also I don’t want to stretch my crotch at the last minute. In the center of the clearing, Scarandir was standing there, which made him hold his breath. This was the first time he saw such a huge dragon. The black dragon of Nagaros was simply too big in front of this huge dragon. Not worth mentioning.

In Maranur's field of vision, Scarandir was as huge as a small hill. The body was full of muscles and covered with thick scales. Tough wings wrapped around the body, and the tip of the long tail was sharp. It is shaped like a blade, with two rows of jagged bone spurs growing on its back. Each protruding bone spur is as huge as an elf. The bloody mouth was full of cracks, and it was easy to swallow an elf. Fire erupted from its nose, accompanied by a pungent smoke. He could feel the malice and confusion in the dragon's yellow pupils, but fortunately there was no pain and madness unique to the black dragon.

Darkus patted the lizard armor on the back of the big guy's head. After comforting the big guy, he jumped off the big guy's back and walked to Maranur's side. He took hold of his brother's wounded arm and held it high as the elves and dragons looked on.

"To introduce you solemnly, this is my brother, Maranur, Maranur Hellscourge. He has just completed the feat of killing Wobergland's broodmother alone!" Darkus, who raised his arms high, said first He shouted to the elves in the distance, and after the elves cheered warmly again, he said to Maranur, "My brother, the person in front of you is the pride of the red dragon clan, the great, The majestic and terrible Scarandir!"

"Nice little guy, you actually killed that ugly and twisted monster on your own. I admire you very much." Scarandir, who accepted Maranur's greetings, suddenly felt something was wrong as he spoke. He tilted his head to look. After staring at Darkus for a moment, he slowly asked, "How does this have anything to do with the solution?"

"Yes! Of course!" After putting down his arm, Darkus nodded in affirmation, and then asked a key question, "Didn't Splinterwin tell you?"

After seeing Scarandir slowly shaking his head, Darkus held up his helmet speechlessly. In his opinion, Splinterwen was really unreliable. He didn't say such an important thing. It was so difficult. Open your mouth? The words coming out of his mouth and the words coming out of Splinterwen's mouth were completely different things. They were two different concepts. He was not familiar with Scarandil. After he finished speaking, Scarandil might have You can spray him, it's the kind of physical spray.

However, if you think about it, it seems to be understandable. Red dragons usually live alone. It would be good if they could visit, and even better if they could be persuaded. As for how to persuade them... that is up for debate.

"Well, this is related to...the content of the next meeting, which is probably...my brother and I can provide you with a relatively safe and comfortable environment. If you need it, we will also provide food and wealth, where ..." After thinking about it for a long time, Darkus said intermittently that he did not want to fight with the dragon at this time and place. If there was a fight, there would be no need for a subsequent meeting. He could move directly towards the Gray Mountains. .

However, before Darkus could finish his words, he turned his head, and the hot steam from Scarandir's nostrils sprayed on his face.

"This is captivity! Is this your solution?"

Scarandir's body trembled slightly after hearing Darkus' words, and anger ignited in his eyes. His powerful body trembled, and the huge dragon tail flicked suddenly, stirring up dust and snowflakes all over the sky. His eyes burned like flames, and his roar sounded like thunder.

The sound was like a rolling fire, shaking the surrounding air.

Skarandil stomped his forelimbs, cracking the ground, and his ferocious claws left deep marks on the land.

"This is a mockery! Is this what Springtwin didn't tell me?"

Skarandil roared to the sky, and the sound seemed to stir the entire South Wobergland, as if to shake the heaven and earth. His huge body swayed, and his scales flashed a dark red light in the sun, as if to show his majesty and power.

At the same time, Skarandil's powerful wings spread out and flapped violently, stirring up a howling wind, and the flaming dragon breath gushed out of his open mouth, and the hot breath filled the air, as if to burn everything to ashes.

Daquus could feel Skarandil's restlessness and anger burning like a raging fire. The dragon's body movements were full of wildness and irritability, as if to tear and crush everything around it. All of this was a manifestation of the dragon's inner anger and dissatisfaction. However, he just smiled contemptuously. While holding Maranul's arm, he raised his other hand high, appeasing the big guy who was ready to attack, and signaled the elves who were also on guard not to attack.

In Daquus's view, Skarandil's reaction was normal. He understood the red dragon. But at the same time of restlessness and anger, the bluff hidden in the deepest part also surfaced. The reason why he dared to say this was that he was sure that Skarandil would not do anything to him. At most, he would be furious. At this time, what he had to do was to stay calm, instead of adding fuel to the fire and triggering an uncontrollable war, and to have another feat of slaying the dragon.

Daquus was not crazy. He had the capital to dare to stand in front of an unfamiliar red dragon, and it was still winter, so he was confident that he could take the first move of the red dragon. He was not afraid of the breath that the red dragon was proud of. Compared with the ice mages in Kislev, he was more suitable to stay in Kislev. He was more adapted to it. He didn't think the red dragon could catch his backhand. The harvester crossbow was in position, and the high-level spellcaster was ready to go.

For the red dragon group, Dacus always advocated the principle of equality and mutual respect, solving the concerns of both sides, and achieving mutual benefit and peaceful coexistence. In his opinion, the time for the dragons has passed, and now it is the afterglow? He didn't expect the dragons to do anything. The dragons were just an addition in the war, just like the external armor on the tanks. The main body was still the elves. If the main body was not good, everything else was nonsense.

Instead of counting on the dragons, why didn't Dacus let the lizardmen intervene in the elves' affairs directly? It would be simple and save trouble, but it would not solve the core problem. Of course... if the red dragons were willing to join, it would be better... he has always been double-standard.

"Dreams, prophecies, and omens, an unknown threat, they make you see the end of the scene, they all represent a warning, representing the dangers that may be faced in the future. Great, majestic, terrifying and wise, think about why Splinterwin visited you? Don't be blinded by anger and dissatisfaction, calm down, and think rationally." After a stalemate, Dacus whispered softly, and when he said it, he stretched out his hand and tried to touch the restless tentacles of Skarandil, but Skarandil avoided him.

Skarandil's yellow pupils still flashed with anger and dissatisfaction, but he gradually calmed down. As Dacus whispered, he took a deep breath of steam from his nostrils. Then the scene fell into a stalemate, he was sometimes thinking, sometimes angry, and sometimes full of hesitation. His eyes sometimes fell on the Dacus brothers, and sometimes turned to the distance, as if looking for answers.

"Have you killed my kind? I can feel some kind of mark on you."

"When I faced it, it was no longer your kind. It was corrupted into another appearance, even more terrifying than what you saw in your dream. I killed it, but I also helped it to be free. At the last moment, it thanked me." Facing Skarandil's confusion, Daquus answered decisively. In his opinion, this was nothing, but it was his capital to stand in front of the dragon and have an equal dialogue.

Skarandil was silent for a moment. He felt the ripples of Daquus' words in his heart, and his thoughts gradually became clear. Suddenly, he flapped his wings violently, and the powerful airflow stirred around him wantonly, rolling up snowflakes all over the sky. His huge body stood up in the air, and flames gushed out of his body. Then, he suddenly flew into the sky, like a red lightning across the sky, as dazzling as a star.

Skarandil flying in the sky was agile and majestic, showing the terror and dominance of the red dragon clan. Gradually, his figure disappeared in the distant clouds, leaving only the lingering dragon roar, as if warning the residents of South Wobergland that the majesty and power of the dragon can never be surpassed.

Daquus looked at Skarandil, and when he saw that Skarandil was flying in the direction of North Wobergland, he made an exaggerated noble salute. Although the matter did not succeed, he knew that he had succeeded halfway. Skarandil's departure did not mean the end of everything, but the beginning. Skarandil's flight to North Wobergland was the best proof. Soon, he would meet Skarandil again.

"It's over?"

"It's over, he flew away, no, it's just the beginning, the arrogant dragon recognized you, the recognition from the dragon..."

"Brother, I didn't embarrass you, did I? I'm so tired, I can't hold on anymore..." Maranur interrupted Darkus, and after he forced a smile at Darkus, he said He closed his eyes, and then his body went limp.

"You guy..." Darkus supported Maranur. He looked down at the ground that was already filled with blood and dirt with a solemn expression. He didn't know if what his brother said before he fell unconscious was a pun. language.

"stand up."

After settling Maranur, Darkus rode the big guy to Max. He looked condescendingly at the human official kneeling on the ground. After a long time, he said slowly.

"No matter how inspiring a leader is, he will hesitate and shrink back after seeing the terrifying face of the Mad Whispering Beast. This toad-like winged monster is surrounded by an aura of madness, and the sanity of anyone who witnesses it will be sucked away. Go away, and the fragile mind will be twisted. Strange claws and tongues will pop out of the open mouth of the mad whispering beast, and acid will be sprayed from its throat. If it is caught and stuffed into its bloody mouth... …I don’t need to teach you anymore, right?”

After Darkus finished speaking, he stared at Max who had already stood up. He did not think that these affairs officers active in the imperial countryside were so stupid, even if they were not taught anything.

"Great immortal people, I understand, I understand."

Just like what he said, Max really understood. He knew that the immortals in front of him gave all the credit to him. With the descriptions of the immortals and the evidence from the patrol around him, he could hand over Come up with a perfect answer.

"The dragon?"

"Huh?" Darkus glanced at Max.

"No no."

"Usually adventurers who take on this kind of errand seek rewards after completing the task. The risk this time is a bit high. It's noon now and I have a lot of people."

"I understand, I understand. I will do my best to meet your various needs. It would be better if you could leave some for me."

"Oh, of course."

The midday meal, a roasted whole lamb, was held next to a small circle of dwarf red ogham stones that stood east of Gothom. The site is sacred to ancient beliefs and fertility rituals are held here every spring. But if nothing unexpected happens, this ancient belief passed down from human tribes will be discontinued, at least it will not be held in the next few years.

The sheep that could produce silver paper tasted mediocre and had nothing special about them. After careful questioning, Darkus learned that Gothom's sheep feed on licorice from the nearby highlands. Based on the principle of "come and come", he will definitely have to collect some. If the wool cannot be collected, the licorice seeds still have to be collected. Then the gap in the paper will be very large.

After a hearty meal, the team that had been delayed all morning continued to set off towards North Wobergand. The head and blood of Wobergland's broodmother were taken away by the elves, while the rest of the body was left to Max for intercourse.

As for whether the back half is for humans to visit or placed in the manor of a certain human lord, that is not what Darkus worries about. (End of chapter)