The Lord's Guide to How to Train Your Dragon

The broken rocks collapsed, the flames splashed, and Irma was suspended between the sky and the earth, feeling extremely lonely.

Several black shadows approached slowly, they were twelve priests, some were carrying flying wings, and some were riding in small shuttle boats.The bald priest hovered beside Irma with a pair of black flying wings on his back, and persuaded in a deep voice: "My lord, calm down, even a dragon can't withstand half of the volcano's power, Georg He...he can't survive, please mourn."

"No!" Irma stared straight at the fiery beam of light, and shook her head stubbornly, "Percy saved him, he won't die...Percy is not a dragon, it is different from all Thunder Dragons , it is bigger than them, stronger than them, ten thousand times fiercer than them... Gulliver, Gulliver will survive, will survive..." He kept repeating the last sentence, not sure if he was trying to persuade the priest or Comforting himself, "But, so what if you survive?" The priest sighed and said, "Will he still treat you like before? Lord, we have already said that you are impossible. He is the son of the dragon." My friend, if he is as noble and upright as you said, he will not still love you without any grudges after you kill Zhou Wei. On the contrary, if he can let you kill your own friend, then he is not worth it at all You love like that."

"This is a dead end, just like you and Zhou Wei, no matter how much you like him, admire him, or appreciate him, in the end, you have to kill him." The priest said, "This is the fate, and no one can violate it."

Irma started to cry, and the flame of hope in her emerald green eyes was extinguished little by little.He murmured: "But I love him so much, and he loves me so much...Love is an instinct, just like eating when hungry and drinking when thirsty, how can a person abandon his instinct...In that case, wouldn't it be death?" ?"

"Sometimes..." The priest looked at him in pain, hesitated again and again, and finally told him the cruelest truth in the world, "People would rather die."

Irma trembled all over and looked at the priest: "What about me? Can I die too?"

"No, you can't!" the priest said firmly, "He chose to die because of his responsibility and to save his friends! And you, my lord, you must live because you also have your responsibility!" He looked around , glanced at the other priests, and then at the countless Thunder Dragons hovering around them, "You not only belong to yourself, you belong to the entire Heji Empire, and the Isa people are still showing off their power on the mainland, the Heki people Still accepting their slavery!"

Irma remained silent, looking at the priest, her eyes were bottomless, as if her soul had drifted to some unknown place.

"The head dragon is dead, now is the time for you to subdue these dragons." The priest pointed to the surrounding Lei Zelong and said to Irma, who were circling and whining at the place where Zhou Wei disappeared, "Thousands of years ago, your The ancestors took advantage of this opportunity to subdue all the leaderless Thunder Dragons, drive them into half of the volcano, and seal them up to now. Now, it's time for you to create history and bring them back to the Surface Continent!"

Irma looked left and right following his instructions, but her face was ashen and lifeless.The priest was very anxious, and said loudly: "Why are you still hesitating, my lord! Be sober, they are not your friend, nor your lover! Percy is just a lowly beast, and Zhou Wei is just a human being." The evil seed that intercourse with wild beasts! Georg... Georg shouldn't belong to you, you can only be freed after he dies, he deserves to die at all!"

"Enough!" Irma yelled sharply, clutching her forehead in dismay, "He won't die or die... You shut up! You shut up!"

Suddenly, there was a faint cry from the center of the magma fire column: "Kou Jie——"

Irma raised her head suddenly, stared at the pillar of fire with wide eyes, only to see a huge black shadow climbing up with great difficulty, relying on the power of the magma spray, little by little, little by little, flying to the end of the pillar of fire.

"Percy!" Irma shouted in surprise and joy, before the words fell, a flaming white dragon burst out of the magma, staggered towards half of the rocky side peak of the volcanic monster go!

"Per—" Irma shouted again with unbelievable joy on her face, but her voice stopped abruptly.

That's not a dragon.

On the back of the dragon that flew out of the flames, there was another dragon on its back. That dragon seemed to be on fire. Charred and rolled into a pitch-black mass.

The giant dragon carrying it was obviously also seriously injured. Although it was not as serious as its companions, the right side of its body was already horrible, especially the right wing, which seemed extremely difficult every time it swung.It struggled and flew tens of meters, trying to land on a slightly flat boulder, but when it was about to approach, it lost its balance and hit the sharp stalagmite next to it.

"Aw—" the giant dragon let out a cry of pain, broke several stalagmites, and rolled down on the uneven volcanic rock. It struggled and tried to climb to the side of its companion, but it only moved a step before falling down again, convulsing all over .

Greg... Gulliver... Irma looked at this scene in horror, and silently uttered the name deep in his heart that made him feel so painful.

That's him, that's him, that's his eyes, his eyes, what he really looks like...

He is a dragon.

Irma trembled violently, as if falling into an endless hell.

The man he fell in love with for the first time in 24 years, the object of his lingering love, the partner he swore to protect for the rest of his life... was a dragon.

Do not!

"Ah!" Irma screamed uncontrollably, he didn't dare to call out that name, he couldn't bear the fact that he fell in love with a dragon, he could only shout desperately, shout desperately, let himself not think, not to Look, don't face...

At some point, a thin and crooked figure approached him, and the High Priest of Setia flew in front of Irma on his flying wings and shook his head at him.

Irma burst into tears, looked at Setia in fear and despair, shouted and shook her head desperately—this is not true, no, no...

"It's time to go." Setia gestured to him, "Forget about all this, and start over from now on."

Irma stopped shouting and gasped for breath.Setia signed him in sign language: "The reversal is coming to an end, take your dragon and leave here, forget everything here. Gulliver is dead, he left the hope of life to you, he loves you forever. You Just remembering that is enough."

"No, no!" Irma cried like a child, weeping uncontrollably.

Setia sighed faintly, finished the last set of sign language, turned around and left silently: "Remember him in your heart, never forget, this is the price of being a lord, and it is also the karma that you will bear for a lifetime. Now that everything has happened , just bear it silently, my child, life has always been like this."

A bright flash of lightning flashed across the cloudy sky, and the fragments of the altar seemed to be attracted by some kind of magnetic force, shaking and floating one after another, gradually rising into the air.The black crystal rock fragments assembled silently, spliced ​​together, piece by piece, and slowly returned to the shape of a round altar. The cracks slowly glowed red, as if Zhou Wei's blood was still flowing in those cruel gaps.

"Let's go, my lord." The bald priest said to Irma, "Listen to Lord Setia, your dragon is waiting for you."

Irma stopped crying and looked at the dragon falling in the volcanic ash for the last time, fearful and longing.After a long time, he wiped the tears from his cheeks, slowly closed his eyes, and began to silently recite the ancient spell in his heart.It was an instinct deep in his blood, and it was also a secret technique he had inherited from his father since he was a child.

As long as the head dragon is no longer there, he can control the scattered dragons, make them fear and awe, and once he drives them, he can do anything.

The Lei Zelong who had been surrounded by the pillar of fire seemed to be whipped by an invisible whip, and howled one after another, each of them raised the short feathers on their necks as if they were facing an enemy.Following Irma's silent chanting, they had to leave the place where Zhou Wei disappeared and gather around the new master. Some larger dragons tried to resist, but in the end they surrendered to the knight's blood flowing in Irma's body. lineage.

The lightning became more and more dense, and the noise of the dragons became more and more frequent. Irma's face was expressionless, and a strange red light gradually appeared in his emerald eyes. His Shenlong was overwhelmed, slowly bent his legs, and bowed to him in mid-air.

"boom!"

There was a loud thunder, and the dense thunderbolts cut the sky into countless tiny pieces, and the sky was full of lightning flashes, illuminating the chaotic subspace brightly.

The glaring white light lasted for a few seconds and then went out suddenly. The altar, the dragon, the twelve priests, and Lord Heji all disappeared in an instant without a trace.

The magma is still erupting, and the snow peak hanging upside down in the sky is licked by the raging flames, and it begins to melt in large swaths, and water lines fall from the sky. At first, they are only as thick as fingers, and gradually merge into streams, and then merge into countless large and small streams. Waterfall poured into the volcano.

As soon as the ice water meets the magma, it evaporates with a "chi" and turns into wet steam.More and more steam, more and more, condensed in mid-air, forming a huge cloud.There was a sound of lightning, and the pouring rain came, overwhelming the sky and falling to the ground.

The erupted magma was gradually suppressed by the torrential rain, getting lower and darker.The waterfall in the sky no longer evaporates, but falls to the ground together with the heavy rain, washing away the condensed scorched earth.The magma finally stopped erupting, and the crater was gradually doused by the heavy rain. The small strands of magma flowing in the crevices of the volcanic rocks finally extinguished and turned into uneven volcanic rocks, covering the original surface layer by layer.

Amidst the jagged rocks, the giant white dragon fell asleep, letting the torrential rain wash away its curled and scorched scales, and remained motionless.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain finally died down, turning from rainlines into raindrops, crackling on the dragon's back, and the burnt scales began to fall off, revealing the pink flesh underneath.The giant dragon seemed to be awakened by pain, the feather crown on its head trembled, and a pair of bright golden eyes in front of it slowly opened.