Chapter 568 419 Red Dragon Biography (Part 1) (As the Name Suggests)

"A dragon is an army unto itself."

This sentence comes from the Kingdom of Caledor, and at this moment, Darkus agrees with this sentence very much.

The fire dragons of Ulthuan have a separate rating system. The youngest dragons are usually called sun dragons, the slightly older ones are called silver moon dragons, and those that are the oldest and most powerful are called shining stars. dragon.

Ratings are available everywhere, and the red dragons living in Elsin Alvin also have corresponding ratings. The newly born baby dragons are called hatchlings, and then they are dragons and giant dragons. Of course, the giant dragon is not a cap, just a regular one, the strongest. The big ones are called imperial dragons.

The Imperial Dragon is the smartest, oldest, largest, and most powerful among its kind, so the Imperial Dragon is very, very rare, because it takes thousands of years to become an Imperial Dragon. Many red dragons are either not old enough, or they are Died for various reasons, the few Imperial Dragons that became and survived spent most of their time hiding and sleeping.

There are many rumors about imperial dragons in the old world, saying that they guard huge treasures, which are the wealth accumulated over thousands of years. All Imperial Dragons love gold and wealth, and it is said that they possess as much wealth as the hoards of the greatest dwarf kings. Therefore, the emperor dragon rarely likes to venture far from the nest to prevent it from being stolen, but when needed, the emperor dragon will spread its ancient wings and fly down from the nest to eat and plunder.

Darkus has studied red dragons and said he has some understanding of them. There are five imperial dragon-level red dragons that can be determined according to the rating standards, namely "Destroyer" Malok, "Blood" Sklarzak, "The Majestic" Skrex, the "Terrible" Marathex, and the "Terrorist" Omdra.

"Destroyer" Malok has nothing to say...

"Scarlet" Sklarzak and Scarandir are neighbors, both living near Karak Kaderin, but what makes him different from Scarandir is that he has a deep connection with the dwarves.

In the year -720 of the Imperial Calendar, the sleeping Sklarzak was awakened by the continuous mining and manufacturing work of the dwarves. After waking up, he took revenge on the dwarves who were stupid enough to disturb him. Official dwarf records show that he destroyed several mines near Karak Kaderin on that occasion.

However, this was only the beginning. In the year -650 of the Imperial Calendar, Sklarzak attacked the dwarf team. At that time, this dwarf team included King Baragol and his entourage. He was preparing to cross the edge of the World's Edge Mountains to Karazha-a-Karak to marry his daughter to the son of the then High King. As a result, the bride died in in this attack.

This incident was an extremely important turning point for the dwarves. The death of his daughter led the grieving Balagor to find Sklarzak and try to take revenge. However, he failed to kill the dragon and only cut off a scale. Serious wounds were caused, forcing the dragon to flee. Returning to Karak Kaderin, he made the decision to transform this dwarven fortress that belonged to him into the Butcher's Fortress.

In 1420 of the Imperial Calendar, Sklarzak reappeared and attacked the land around the Butcher's Fortress. He brought the characteristics of the red dragon to its extreme. When the caravans and patrols around the Butcher's Fortress continued to disappear, the Butcher restored the scene through the traces left by the battle. The Butcher believed that a dragon was lurking in the mountain passage.

At this time, the dwarf's Book of Hatred came into play. The dwarf who read the Book of Hatred discovered that the former Sklarzak had returned.

It was also from that time that Sklarzak was no longer satisfied with playing small games, he was tired of devouring small groups. He accidentally discovered a wellhead located in a high mountain. The wellhead was too high for any army to attack. To put it bluntly, it was impossible to climb up, so the dwarves did not place too many guards. After taking out the guards, he discovered that the mine led to Butcher's Keep.

Sklarzak's cunning was once again at its best. After widening the mouth of the well, he entered the mine and lurked in the dark cave leading to the Butcher's Fortress. Then... the dwarves suffered a lot. The dwarves who came one after another couldn't spread out in the small terrain.

A large number of dwarves did not die in the dragon's breath. Sophisticated armor could allow them to resist the dragon's breath, but they needed to breathe, and they did not use technology such as oxygen tanks.

Sklarzak not only drained the air, but also ignited the dwarves' rage.

The memory reminds the dwarves of the dragon's past depredations and the suffering it brought upon their late king, Baragol. Their fury reached a level not seen since the Battle of Nagasu.

A huge army of dwarves was formed, following a descendant of Balagore and setting off from the Butcher's Keep. The Butcher and the rangers tracked Sklarzak's lair, and as the army approached, an accident happened.

An army appeared in front of the dwarven army, an army that had watched Sklarzak's cruelty for thousands of years. When Sklarzak faced an attack from the dwarves, they did not sit idly by and let their favorite fear-monger disappear.

It is said that fifty years after this battle, a dwarf butcher killed Sklarzak, just as the dwarves killed Graug in 1032 I.C.

Graug is a red dragon, he and Fisk are brothers, and they are the descendants of Sklarzak. He died at Karak Dragonkeep, slain by a dwarf. (Told in Chapter 313) In the year 685 of the Imperial Calendar, Fiskar, who lived in Karak Mountain Lake Castle, was killed by Dorin Hedor, one of the greatest warriors of the dwarves.

Dorin, who returned to Karaz-a-Karak, not only brought back the long-lost dwarven artifact Daelin's Axe, but also brought back the skin of Fiskar. He presented these two treasures to the High King, and later the runesmith made the dragon skin into a cloak engraved with powerful runes. That is the famous "Fiskar's Dragon Cloak", which is now a family heirloom of Karak Kadrin and a symbol of keeping his oath.

There are very few records about "Majestic" Skulex. Unlike other red dragons, his lair is located high in the icebergs of Norsca. But this does not mean safety. Someone once found him, and this person is Mortkin.

After a fight, Mortkin bound Skulex to his will through trickery and lies, and his behavior even won the favor of Tzeentch. If possible, he could even replace Archaon as the 13th Everchosen, but he didn't, because he was Mortkin!

In 2515 Imperial, Mortkin, who had marched south, fought a decisive battle with the human coalition at Vorganov. Many stories were told about this decisive battle, but no storyteller, whether it was the bards of the Empire or the shamans of Norsca, would not give Skulex the respect he deserved when telling the story.

On the day of the decisive battle, the carnage caused by Skulex was so great that all the survivors were amazed. Hundreds of soldiers, war machines, and horses fell to his attack. Some were swallowed whole, some were crushed by his body, and entire companies were burned by huge flames. Indestructible steam tanks were melted, ships turned into bonfires, and the shells flying in the air only made him angry.

When Mortkin committed suicide, everything came to an abrupt end, and Skulex's contract with Mortkin ended. Flying in the air, he watched the newly entered Rick-led army, and then he flew north and returned to his nest.

There are even fewer records about the "Majestic" Maratx. In 2508 Imperial, he burned dozens of villages in the Wobergland Hills and devoured livestock. The unbearable Reik led his army to hunt him for months, and the Ebony Sword Knights were annihilated in this operation.

Finally, Marcus Wulfhart and his Wulfhart Hunters found Maratx, and when the dragon rested in the Reik River, an ambush began. As Maratx flew over the Reik River, he raised his hand and shot three arrows in a row. His superb archery was blessed and guided by the magic on the amber bow, and the three arrows accurately hit Maratx's heart.

And then there was nothing else. The severely injured Maratx fell into the Reik River and died...

The last one is weird. Strictly speaking, "The Fearful" Omdra has already left the category of red dragons and is not in the five elements.

Long ago, long before the Old Ones appeared, a dying dragon would fly to the Bone Plains in what is now the Dark Lands. Over time, it became a huge cemetery filled with huge dragon bones.

So... there is a lot of black oil in the Dark Lands! There is little or none in other places. This planet did not have an evolutionary process that lasted for hundreds of millions of years, and there was no era or era. In the words of the stars, this planet was originally an ordinary frozen planet with only a few living creatures on it, and they all lived in the relatively warm zone at the equator. Then the Old Ones with planet transformation technology appeared... Before the Old Ones transformed the planet, they pulled the planet into an orbit close to the sun Sol.

However, everything changed with the beginning of the Great Invasion. The Bone Plains was filled with a lot of Deha and Shashi winds, and the darkness polluted the dragon bones. Some of the dragon bones were reactivated and turned into undead monsters. From then on, the dragons never went there again.

With the rise of vampires and various powerful necromancers, the Plain of Bones gradually became their pilgrimage land, where they would select one of the many dragon skeletons as their eternal combat mount.

Omdra is a nightmare dragon, a nightmare dragon formed after birth. He is not a living being, but an entity composed of pure magic wind, shaped by the wind of Shash, and presents the form of life. He is also the most powerful nightmare dragon in history, without a doubt. Perhaps only he himself knows when he appeared. His antiquity is difficult to estimate, and his size even dwarfs other dragons. He is regarded as a god by the residents of the Dark Land.

In the year 2509 of the Imperial Calendar, Tamukhan was preparing for the Western Expedition. After reaching negotiations with the Zar Dwarves in the Dark Land. He and his warriors participated in a very important battle for the Zar Dwarves. The coalition forces marched to the northern part of the Northern Dark Land to eliminate Omdra entrenched there.

At that time, Omdra woke up. After his resurrection, he quickly ruled the northern part of the Plain of Bones. The whole area trembled in the shadow cast by his huge black wings. The ancient and evil Omdra was not only proficient in physical combat, but also good at using magic. Not only that, swarms of worms roared out of the desert and formed an army with a large number of hungry ghouls to respond to his battle. To these creatures, he was a god. These creatures fighting side by side with the gods were very fanatical when fighting, in order to prove their piety to the gods.

Then the two sides started a tug-of-war, and the Zar Dwarves and Tamukhan's troops lost thousands of people. In the end, after paying a high price, Omdra was scarred by dense spells, but he did not die. He withdrew from the battle and returned to the plain where his relatives were buried to lick his wounds.

Although Omdra was not dead, his threat to the Zhar Dwarves was lifted. The last lock of Tamukhan's westward expedition was also opened. The Zhar Dwarves provided a large number of equipment and soldiers for his tribe. A considerable number of giants were captured and transformed with magic. They were wrapped in a thick layer of armor and equipped with sharp hook blades and shovels for attacking cities. His previously broken axe was also upgraded and transformed by the Zhar Dwarves, and a sharp blade giant axe with black magic was tailored.

While Dacus quickly went through the information in his head, he stretched out his arms and walked forward, as if the dragons staring at him were his friends who had not seen for a long time. After going through it, his brain worked quickly again. There are currently five known emperor dragons, or maybe four. He really doesn't know whether "bloody" Skarazak is dead or not.

As for the intelligence and information about the dragons, Dacus is completely in the dark. Before, Bajir and Springtwin did not tell him the specific situation, and he thought they didn't know either. Maybe not only he didn't know, but the dragons present didn't know that there were so many relatives?

It's like when the news was blocked, you knew that your distant relatives lived in another city far away from you, and then nothing happened. How many people were there? How much property? Who died, who didn't die, who was in charge of the family, you didn't even know the specific address, you had to visit and inquire to find out. Then, one day, you received a notice that a family gathering was underway, and your distant relatives gathered from all over the world, and the number was astonishing, but no one knew each other.

Now, there were three emperor dragons in front of Daxus, and Malok the Destroyer was there. He had only used that tooth once, and after putting it in the box, he never opened it again because he found that he couldn't communicate with Malok after the connection. He didn't call Malok over either, although the idea was attractive, but he thought it was not good. It was not very polite and a bit offensive. What was the matter of calling and sending away. That was a dragon, not a dog, and he was not a dragon lover or a crazy dragon.

Daxus, who had seen Malok, was slightly familiar with his body shape and temperament. At this time, Malok no longer confronted the other two emperor dragons after seeing him appear, but looked at him with complicated eyes. He could detect many emotions from Malok's eyes, anger, shame, fear, suspicion, caution, desire, he felt a little stable, he could probably guess some of Malok's thoughts, after all, Malok's life was in his hands.

As for the other two emperor dragons, there was a question mark. Daxus used the classic elimination method. First of all, Omdra, the "Fearer", would never appear here. He did not see a dragon with a body length of more than 100 meters. And everything follows a rule. Those Chaos Demons need a lot of magic wind to be projected into the medieval world, otherwise their bodies will float. Omdra, whose body length may be 200 meters, as a powerful magical creature, also needs magic wind to maintain.

While the Plain of Bones made Omdra successful, it also trapped him, and his range of activities was limited to the periphery of the Plain of Bones. It is obviously unrealistic to fly over the Dark Land and the World's Edge Mountains to the westernmost part of the Empire, unless there is an aerial refueling aircraft or an airport landing to provide fuel, like the airport defender interceptor that is transferred. However, this requires a huge project and corresponding coordination, and it is necessary to find the corresponding magic wind abundant points, or create abundant points when there are none, to provide energy for it.

But obviously this is unrealistic, and apart from the technical difficulty, why did Omdra come, and what is the reason.

Then there are only three left: "Blood" Skarazak, "Majestic" Skulex, and "Terrible" Maratx, unless there are still emperor dragons that Daxus doesn't know about, such as what is the name of the nameless emperor dragon that lives in the Altdorf Zoo five hundred years later.

Daxus believes that Maratx should be there. Maratx was still active after the 2500th year of the Imperial Calendar, and he was active in Reikland, and he died in Reikland in the end. He thought that Maratx's brain seemed to be a little bit slow... maybe because he was sleepy. First of all, dragons have the ability to fly long distances, so they don't need to stop and rest after flying for a while. Moreover, Maratx, who was being chased, did not choose to turn to the Gray Mountains. That could only be another reason. He was pulling...

But he pulled away in the end. Maybe Maratx didn't expect that he would be shot by a bow and arrow. It was a typical case of carelessness.

Darkius stood there while walking. He looked at the Emperor Dragon in the middle. He was numb now. Except for the magic dragons, he felt that these dragons were all the same. The Emperor Dragon standing in the middle obviously had an attitude of watching the fun and not minding the trouble. The look he gave him was full of suspicion, contempt and confusion.

Then, Daxus walked forward again. The Emperor Dragon standing opposite Malok could be the "bloody" Skarazak who was still alive and had a great grudge against the dwarves, or the "majestic" Skulex who flew from Norsca. There was a chance of both, or it could be an Emperor Dragon he didn't know.

But these were no longer important. Daxus couldn't move forward anymore. He walked to the position of Malok's forelimbs.

Malok lowered his head like he did the last time they met, and looked at the outline in front of him with shocked eyes. This outline was so tiny, and this outline was so powerful, and contained infinite power. His brass eyes stared straight at Dacus as he came to his side, and this time it was no longer an illusory distorted projection, but real, so real that he felt as if he could raise his claws and slap it down once and for all, but he didn't dare, and doubts surrounded his mind.

Darkius didn't swing in the air like last time, this time he held it, held Malok's black claws. The moment he held it, he looked up at Malok.

Malok, who was looking at Dacus, was once again filled with shock and fear. He knew that what he saw last time was not an illusion. Dacus' body was small and powerful, but like a star in the universe, and then he was glared at by Dacus viciously.

"I think... you definitely don't want to hear the name Elendark. Can I call you Malok?" Dacus glared at Malok and asked politely.

Malok has his own name. Malok is the name of the dwarves, which means resentment. On the elves, Malok is called Elendark, which means the Dragon of Elendrell, or the dog of Elendrell. When Malok caused huge casualties to the dwarves, the Asur in Elsin Arwen at the time also began to call him Malok. Soon the former replaced the latter, and the latter's name was gradually forgotten over time.

Malok was a little confused. When he heard the name Elendark, which had not appeared for a long time, he was a little angry, but then he calmed down. He knew that the tiny and powerful existence in front of him was showing goodwill to him, and he knew the meaning of Malok. Then he nodded involuntarily under the gaze of the dragons, and he was confused again after nodding. He didn't know why he nodded.

"This is a good start."

After speaking, Dacus turned and retreated. He knew that it was unrealistic to win over all the dragons present, which was nothing but a pipe dream, but some existences must be fought for. Malok was within this range of struggle. He couldn't even win Malok, so he might as well grind a piece of tofu and kill it head-on.

Malekis, wearing a brass ring, rode Malok to fight together. The picture was so beautiful... Dacus couldn't imagine what kind of combat power it was. A dragon with a body length of 80 meters was still far away in the previous second, and appeared in front of him in an instant in the next second, and then attacked with a posture of overwhelming pressure... Even the great demon in full power probably couldn't deal with it. Shadow magic has a strong auxiliary nature. The stronger the main body, the higher the superimposed BUFF effect.

Just as Malok was stunned, Dacus turned his head and retreated. He glanced at the direction of the door. The elves who followed him had completed the formation after the initial shock and verification.

The two brothers Takia and Cowell stood at the front of the team holding flags. The flags fluttered in the cold wind of the early morning, rustling, as if symbolizing the dignity and courage of the elves and the Hell Disaster Family with a glorious history. The spellcasters who had all arrived stood in various positions where they could be directly pulled away, and the elves in formation seemed to stand there calmly, but in fact they were ready for battle.

Dakus nodded with satisfaction. Although the negotiations had not yet begun, he had already gained something. He could feel that the elves seemed calm, but their eyes flashed with determination and determination, as if they had been mentally prepared last night. The elves exuded a kind of confidence, a confidence that even if they knew that they were facing difficult challenges, they would firmly believe that their strength and courage could overcome everything. Even if the negotiations broke down, the elves would pick up their knives and move forward, and the army's morale could be used.

The dragon's roar gradually stopped, and the cold wind blew over the top of the mountain with a hint of bitterness. Dacus moved his nostrils and sniffed. He could feel a tense and expectant atmosphere in the air. His calm and composed behavior made the red dragons a little overwhelmed and fell silent for a while.

As the observation became more and more in-depth, some sharp red dragons showed anxiety and hesitation in their eyes. They found something, but they couldn't catch it for the time being.

Dacus continued to walk forward until he stopped at a relatively suitable position, then he slowly turned around and looked at the red dragons who had calmed down.

"Introduce yourself." (End of this chapter)