Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

The dark-skinned man walked firmly and powerfully along the sea cliff.

The waves under the cliff beat against the cliff, stirring up large white waves.

A flock of seagulls passed over his head in a hurry, as if something was chasing them behind him.

The man stopped and looked back.

The black clouds that chased his footsteps spread across the sky above him like a tidal wave.

He knew that it was time to come.

Qilan quickened his pace and continued to walk forward, the sky had already dimmed due to the black clouds.

This is Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland and the largest seaport in Northern Ireland. It has a temperate maritime climate, with cloudy, rainy and foggy conditions, especially in winter.

The shipbuilding industry here has a long history, and the famous "Titanic" was built here, so the harbor here is often full of white sails and flags under the blue sea and blue sky.

"Belfast" comes from the Irish word "Béal Feirste", which means the Fast River flowing through the place.

But to this day, the famous Fast River is only left to cross the entire city, hidden under the streets.

Those brilliant and bright things seem to disappear in time, erasing all the brilliance, leaving only the last name for the world to remember.

Today's Belfast has become a famous cultural and tourist city. There are museums dedicated to recording Irish cultural heritage. There are still ancient city walls in the urban area, and dilapidated castles in the suburbs tell the stories of the past.

Qilan reached the end of this journey, a two-story small building in a residential area.

He knocked lightly on the door, and behind the door came the mellow voice of a middle-aged man, the Irish version of "Who is it?"

Qilan didn't speak. He turned his head to look at the residential area. Perhaps because the sky was getting dark, each house and building was lit with soft and warm lights. These golden lights dyed the dark clouds above, like Plated with a layer of dark gold fringe.

It is obvious that the dark clouds are overwhelming the city, but under the lights of thousands of houses, it is dyed with a slightly drunken warm color, and the whole world is soft and harmonious under the lights.

The door was opened.

The door was opened by a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a beard around his lips. He squinted his eyes when he saw Qilan, and asked with a half-smile, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Abraham, Lord Edjo guided me to find you here." Qi Ran said, "You are the third person I found, and you may also be the best one."

"Oh?" Abraham smiled, "Who was the last one you found?"

"It's Lord Nip."

"That guy. Did you convince him?"

"Lord Edjoy's letter convinced him."

"Adjo." Abraham sighed softly, "This old guy said it so nicely at the beginning, but when he turned around, he still abandoned his original ideal and prepared to return to His Majesty's command?"

"Excuse me, what was your original ideal?" Qilan asked suddenly.

Abraham glanced at him, and didn't hide it: "There is nothing to hide from you. We have studied our own blood all these years in order to find the source of the dragon race, our homeland."

"The source? Have you found it?" Qi Lan's eyes sparkled.

"Unfortunately, we still haven't found it." Abraham said, "At least, it won't be the sea of ​​elements. Back to the topic, you came to me, do you have something for me, or is there something you want to bring to me?"

"Beforehand, I'm not as talkative as Nip." He laughed.

The laughter attracted the neighbors who were arranging flowers and plants in the opposite yard.

"Mr. Abraham, is this your nephew?"

"Well, I'm a distant nephew." Abraham returned with a hearty smile.

Qilan's eyes moved slightly, he turned around and greeted in a friendly manner, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Abraham, to be honest, your attitude towards people and dealing with the world has exceeded my expectations, and you are far from the cruelty and bloodlust recorded in history. , you are more like human beings than dragons."

Abraham said with a half-smile: "Young man, why do you dare to judge a person comprehensively based on the first impression? Do you really understand us? I can smell the breath of 'His' on you, so I can fully understand Ai. De Qiao's attitude towards you. But do you really think that we are all so gentle and polite on the surface?"

Qilan was taken aback.

That said, it is true.

"You don't understand us at all, so don't judge us lightly." Abraham said lightly, "For us, human beings are just a kind of creature that is very similar to us, at least compared to other species on this planet That’s right. We have been living with humans for thousands of years, even kittens and dogs will develop feelings for each other after a long time, let alone creatures that are very similar to us?”

"As far as I know, that fellow Smith bought an island in his early years, and has been supporting the humans on it all these years. He watched those 'old friends' grow old, get sick and die, generation after generation, and always felt that he really understood humans."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qilan inexplicably heard the ridicule from these words.

It seems that this person is very contemptuous of that Smith's behavior.

Qilan looked around and saw that the surrounding area was full of small single-person houses. The old man in the next building happened to go out with a bag of garbage. When he saw them standing at the door, he raised his hand enthusiastically and said:

"Abraham, I baked honey bread and mutton, come to my house to get some later! Remember to bring your secret barbecue in exchange!"

Seeing Abraham nodding with a smile on his face, Qilan's expression became a little weird.

"Don't look at me like that, I learned the secret barbecue when I was traveling in Mexico." Abraham didn't even look at him, and still gave the old man a thumbs up, "By the way, Edjo gave Nip What did you write in your letter?"

Qilan thought to himself that he didn't want to ask about the secret barbecue, "There is only one sentence in the letter - this time, it's up to us to do something."

Abraham, who was still waving, froze.

He withdrew his hand, shook his head after a while and said, "Edjo still can't let go, and neither can Nip. Now it seems that Mars still can't let go, what a bunch of idiots."

Qilan said softly: "Senior, have you put it down?"

Abraham said indifferently: "They and I are a fine idiot."

Qilan couldn't help but laugh.

Abraham turned his head to look in the direction of the city center, and suddenly asked, "Did you go shopping in the city center when you came?"

"No." Qi Ran said, "I went ashore from the port."

"That's it." Abraham regretted, "You should go to the city center to see it. This city is called Belfast, where Belfast means the Fast River that flows through this place. Unfortunately, today, The famous Fast River has dried up and all that remains is the channel that runs across the city."

"Time has really changed so many things."

"But it seems that only He has not changed His weight in our hearts."

Qilan was shocked, and turned to look at Abraham himself from the direction he followed Abraham's gaze.

At this moment, Abraham's face was expressionless, but there were indescribable complex emotions in his eyes.

He looked at the dark city center in the distance, and sighed with emotion in a low voice, but he didn't know whether it was time or themselves that was sighing.

It was at this time.

The dark night clouds above the head surged, tore, and rolled, flowing and swarming like living things.

Invisible fluctuations swept across the world from a distance, ordinary people can't feel it, but every creature with dragon blood flowing in its body can clearly sense the call from afar.

At that moment, the reverence for the source of the dragon race that was hidden in the depths of the dragon's blood and eternally present in the genes was awakened again.

All over the world, some people knelt down on their knees like crazy, with tears streaming down their faces, and worshiped to the distance, dominated by the past hidden in the dragon's blood.

And the hybrids and dragons with powerful bloodlines are also trying their best to suppress the throbbing in their hearts.

At this moment, all the creatures flowing with dragon blood are looking in the same direction, as if thousands of miles away, they are still witnessing and praising "the awakening of my king"!
Qilan clearly saw the great change in Abraham's expression, as if seeing something incomprehensible.

He also looked into the distance with palpitations, and countless scattered and gray pictures suddenly appeared in front of him...

[Prophet] launched uncontrollably again!

The biggest characteristic of this speech spirit is that it is uncontrollable. To a large extent, it is a passive speech spirit. It took Qilan a long time to gradually master this speech spirit, but many times he still sees the future uncontrollably.

But this time, he saw a completely different picture from before!
The originally planned future seemed to be forcibly reversed from the established direction at that moment when someone woke up.

"How is it possible..." Abraham murmured incredulously, "Is it Frixis or him? Why are their breaths blending together?"

"Mr. Abraham, someone woke up just now, right?"

Qilan suddenly turned pale, and his forehead was covered with bean-sized sweat. It seemed that he had exhausted a lot of physical strength at that moment, and he was almost unable to stand at the moment.

Abraham ignored him, staring fixedly at the distance, feeling the ravaging aura constantly surging between the heaven and the earth.

The other party didn't have any cover at all, because at this moment he no longer needed to hide his identity.

Even if all human conquests in the world at this moment position him as an immortal thug, the final result will be the destruction of the world and the destruction of human civilization!
"The black king... has awakened." After a long time, Abraham gave an ambiguous answer in a low voice.

"Black King?" Qilan suddenly changed color, "Is it the Frixis you are talking about?"

"No, it's not Frixis, it's another person who is fused with his flesh and blood, but how could it be him?" Abraham still couldn't understand.

After he regained his composure, he looked at Qilan and said in a deep voice, "You don't know him? He is His Majesty's younger brother, the former ruler of the world, and the prototype of the Black King you know!"

Qilan's face changed.

Abraham seemed preoccupied at this moment, as if the other party's awakening gave him a bad premonition.

"There is definitely something wrong with his waking up." Abraham's face was extremely ugly, "You are Qilan? Qilan, you should leave, go to Edjo and ask him what happened, Frixis is now doing what?"

Qilan cautiously said: "Mr. Abraham, what exactly did you foresee?"

"War! Back then, Frissis stepped on Nid Hogg's bones to ascend the throne. The hatred between the two was far beyond your imagination. It was not His Majesty who came back first, but Nid Hogg. The war between them will continue again. No one can stop it!"

……

……

72° north latitude, Greenland Sea.

Under the dark night, there was a figure standing quietly on the sea.

Dozens and hundreds of light blue aurora hang above his head, unpredictable, like a long skirt that can cover the entire sky, its edges are decorated with the thinnest light blue silk.This rare phenomenon is called "the skirt of the gods" by the Eskimos of the Arctic.

The general aurora is not qualified to use this name, it must be the aurora that fills the sky, and it lasts for a long time in a near-stationary state, just like the long skirt of a goddess hanging in the night sky.

Just after the autumnal equinox, now is theoretically the best time to see the aurora, as it is.

The man lowered his head and looked at the sea, even the gorgeous and extremely beautiful aurora above his head did not seem to enter his eyes.

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply, the golden light in his pupils was as sharp as a blade, and the surrounding sea instantly condensed and plunged into absolute low temperature.

He also sensed that fluctuation, and also "heard" someone's naked declaration of return!

He frowned, as if he couldn't understand how the guy could come back in such a full state.

Only a flourishing posture can support him to make such an announcement to the world.

His body had obviously been "crippled" by Kungunir, and he was in the same situation as himself. He had a powerful soul but no suitable dragon body. He...

Frissis's pupils shrank suddenly, thinking of some possibility.

Could it be that he took away his egg from the past?
In this way, it is not the Presbyterian Church that has been spying on Gattuso these years, but him? !

But even if he got the egg, how did he solve the blood pulse, and how did he perfectly integrate the dragon body into himself?

This is by no means a simple rebirth from an egg...

Frissis took a deep breath, knowing that no matter what the truth was, his plan would definitely be advanced.

……

……

On the uninhabited snow, the vast white covers everything in the world.

The two men, one in front of the other, seemed to be the only color in this icy world.

The man walking in front suddenly stopped, turned his head to look, remained silent for a long time, and said slowly under the urging of the man behind him:

"A great existence has awakened, and the world is about to fall into turmoil again."

Pompeii looked surprised and said, "Is it the Frixis you mentioned?"

"No, it's the Ned Hogg you guys are talking about." The man said quietly, "He's back, Frixis is not far away. Frixis won't let himself be too late than him, because that would mean die."

"Uh, what's the temper of this Ned Hogg?"

"He was hailed as the king of the world, and the most violent of all."

……

In northern Siberia, on the uninhabited snow, Ouroboros walked alone.

If you look down on this land from a very high place, you will see Uroboros, Pompeii, and Odin moving in one direction, and they will cross at a point on this land.

Sensing the announcement facing the whole world, Uroboros narrowed his eyes slightly, as expected of the true monarch of the Dragon Clan, this strength and majesty that came to his face exceeded her expectations.

Although she raised her estimate of the strength of those two again and again, she still seemed to underestimate them.

Sure enough, I still have to find the "Prince" first.

Otherwise, you will not even be eligible to participate in the following festivals.