The Lord's Guide to How to Train Your Dragon

months ago.

On the surface of the mainland, the base camp of the Heji Empire on the defense line of Mt. Liusai.

In the spacious hall, Lord Heji was leaning on the soft couch, with military newspapers in his hands scattered at his feet, and was soundly asleep.He didn't know what kind of bad dream he had, his brows were tightly frowned, his young face was full of twilight, and there was a lingering sadness between his brows.

A giant black dragon was lying quietly behind his soft couch, with a chain made of black crystal tied around its neck, and it raised its eyelids to peek at him from time to time, eyes full of awe and fear.

Irma was having a dream. He dreamed that he was back when he was a child, standing on the steps of the Xinghuan Palace, and his father, surrounded by his ministers, passed him by, but turned a blind eye to him.He was a little depressed, and his mouth was flattened to cry. Setia touched the top of his hair and comforted him softly: "Don't be sad, Your Highness, Your Majesty loves you very much, but you will remind him of the dead queen. I'm just afraid of being sad."

Is it really?The toddler rubbed his eyes and asked Setia: "Is my mother really dead? But why doesn't Jiuta have his portrait?"

Setia didn't answer his words, just sighed, and asked the maid to come and take him to the garden to play.

The screen jumps, and in an instant, the pampered prince has become a prisoner of the Issa people. He is locked in the empty stone house by Bield, and a hungry green velvet beast is watching him, with green eyes as if Will-o'-the-wisp.

"I don't want to live anymore." The little boy sneaked into the sub-continent in the middle of the night, dragging his bloody wounds and crying to Setia, "I can't do it, I can't live like you want... ...If I'm really Heji's prince, let me die a decent death. Father Setia, please, I don't want to be the food of the green velvet beast."

Setia caressed his immature face with compassion and helplessness, and gestured to him: "No, you must live, think about the former king, think about those who died for you, think about...my son."

The teenager was speechless.Yes, his life does not belong to him, he was bought by countless people with their own lives, and there is a mountain on his body, a mountain of corpses, a mountain of dead people.

No one can save him, the empire, the subjects, the twelve priests... They are all like the gods in the dove tower that need to be enshrined, waiting to be sacrificed, waiting to be sacrificed, but they will never give him even the slightest soft compromise.

He has no way out, he has only himself.

The scene in the dream jumped again, the boy had grown up, became strong and fierce, no one in the whole star world was his opponent anymore.Just as Setia hoped, he became a man who was intelligent, calm, determined, and not showing any emotions. He even gained the trust of Beard and became the most trusted confidant besides Valentin.

He also finally knew why his mother was not enshrined in Jiuta.

Because of this, he hated Shenlong and the half-brother who took away his mother. If it weren't for them, his mother would not have left him and gone away, and his father would not have been depressed and depressed because of this, and eventually let the powerful empire Rapidly weakened and fell into the hands of the Issa.

"This is our last chance." In the pitch-black sub-continent, twelve priests surrounded the altar, Setia took his hand to caress the messy nicks on it, and told him in sign language, "The once-in-a-thousand-year reversal is about to begin , as long as we find the son of the dragon, we can go through the gate of dimension and summon the dragon in half of the volcano. The good days of the Isa people are coming to an end, and you will become the real master of Heji!"

His heart was surging, inspired by hatred and hope, and he felt the blood rushing to his forehead.He stroked the Dragon's Word with his fingertips, the dark altar vibrated slightly under his hand, and the fine red light overflowed from the notches, gradually becoming extremely dazzling.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up all around, and the ice sheet of the subcontinent disappeared suddenly, and the erupting volcano appeared at his feet, and above his head, the inverted snow peaks were like dark clouds, and the mist like cotton swirls around him, forming a huge swirl.He suddenly found himself standing on the altar, holding his chain sword in his hand, big drops of blood were dripping down the blade, and a man whose face couldn't be seen was standing opposite him, the blood in his heart was gurgling like a spring out.

"Koujie——" countless black shadows circled around him and screamed, and the shadow of a dragon flashed in the dark clouds from time to time. thick blood.

"Why did you kill me?" The man on the opposite side was covered in blood, staring at him with red eyes, a large tear of blood slipped from his eye socket, leaving a long trace on his cheek, "Why? I bleed the same blood as you , I am your brother..."

"No, no... you are not... you are a dragon, the son of a dragon, you are a damned bastard!" His mind was in chaos, he was inexplicably horrified, and stepped back step by step, the blood-dripping chain sword dragged on the ground, sending out a fine "" Clang" sound.

"I'm a dragon, but don't you have dragon blood in your body? How did the knight race come from?" The man held out a throbbing red object from his chest and handed it to his eyes, "Don't you just want me? Isn’t that why you deceived me and used me? Here you go, take it!”

He was stunned by this tragic scene, staggered back, panicked, but his right hand was grabbed by the other party and stuffed into a jumping object.

"No! I don't want it! I don't want you to die!" He yelled, and withdrew his hand suddenly, the heart fell to the ground, and it was bloody and bloody with a "bang".The thick blood quickly spread along the cracks in the altar, and after a loud "boom", the entire altar shattered into powder!

"Ah—" he screamed, and fell into the flaming volcano. He shouted for help in a hurry, but there was no one around, not even the High Priest of Setia, who had protected him for 24 years.

At the critical moment of life and death, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind - there is a life-saving spell, as long as he recites that spell, he can be rescued from any predicament.

What spell?

It seems to be three words...

What are those three words?

He tried to remember, and finally blurted out before falling into the volcano: "Gulliver!"

A deafening thunderbolt rang through his ears, golden lightning shattered the dark clouds, and a giant silver-white beast rushed towards him amidst the lightning!

"Ah!" Irma yelled, waking up from her sleep, and fell off the soft couch in shock.The black dragon behind the couch was startled by his cry, dragging the iron chain and desperately retreating, curled up in the corner whimpering.

"Phew!" Irma clutched her chest and panted violently. Big drops of sweat slid down her hair and wet her collar.

Dreamed again, again... He rested for a while, stood up on the soft couch, dragged his exhausted body and sat down on the soft cushion, feeling his heart beating lightly and rapidly, as if his heart was about to burst out of his mouth , The abdomen also began to throb, and it lasted for a long time.

I shouldn't have fallen asleep, as long as I wake up, I'll be fine... Irma groaned lowly while holding her forehead. The continuous nightmare has been entangled with him since the space was reversed. As long as you close your eyes, even if it's just a nap, He will immediately fall into a chaotic dream.

Everything that happened in half of the volcano was lingering in his mind, the blood spurting from Zhou Wei's chest, the unbelievably disappointed eyes; Percy's angry dragon's breath, suppressed hatred; and Gulliver's last A moment of helpless and desperate pleading... It was like a broken movie, playing on a loop in his sleep, never stopping.

Maybe it was just a dream, but he was tormented by this dream almost to the point of insanity, and several times he even began to wonder if it might be his subconscious questioning his conscience: Did I do something wrong?Is everything I insisted on before, the empire I am loyal to, and the subjects I protect, really worth it for me to hurt my dearest and dearest?

He was quite frightened by his absurd idea. He is Heji's lord, and he must fulfill his duties, rebuild his country, and protect his subjects!If he really regarded Zhou Wei as his brother and Gulliver as his lover, then what's the point of everything he did?What is "justice" about the cause he sacrificed for and gave everything for?

He told himself over and over again that Zhou Wei was not his brother, but the son of the dragon, the culprit who caused the collapse of the Heji Empire, and Gulliver was not his lover, but a sinister and cunning dragon who deceived him and played with him. Evil beast of affection...

He hypnotized himself crazily, trying to make himself more rational, but found to his dismay that the firmer he was when he was awake, the more terrified he was in his sleep.His personality seemed to be torn apart, reason and instinct were like two incompatible enemies, fighting endlessly day and night!

He was tossing and turning on the verge of collapse, not daring to sleep, not daring to take a nap, even using drugs to force himself to stay awake, dealing with battle reports all night and all night, and leading the dragons to personally attack the fortress of the Issa people... Everyone thought he was a The diligent and wise lord, only he himself knows that he is just a coward who dare not dream.

There was a sound of peeling and pecking at the door, it was the priest Nash.Seeing his pale face and bloodshot eyes, Nash sighed silently, and lowered his voice, "Are you all right? Your Majesty?"

Irma lowered her eyelids and didn't answer, she just waved her fingers lightly.He didn't want to face Nash, he didn't want to face the Twelve Priests, he knew it was wrong for him to do so - all the decisions were made by himself, all the results were his own choices - but he was He couldn't trust and rely on these courtiers who helped him grow up like before.

He was afraid that he couldn't help hating them, that they surrounded him like vultures at such a moment, forcing him to make the worst choice.

"Still having a headache?" Nash poured a glass of water by his hand and looked at him worriedly, "Did you use too much refreshing medicine? That thing always has some side effects, you should rest for a while. If If you can't sleep well, you can ask the doctor to give you a little tranquilizer."

"No, no need."

Nash hesitated to speak, paused for a moment, but couldn't hold back: "Please stop torturing yourself, Your Majesty, your decision is correct, you just did what Lord Heji should do!"

"Stop talking." Irma interrupted him, holding his forehead. "I know, this is my responsibility, my destiny, isn't it? As you say, destiny cannot be violated."

Nash was speechless, sighed again, and said, "After all, you didn't kill them yourself, Your Majesty."

Irma's hand clenched tightly, and she didn't say a word.

After a long silence, Nash spoke again: "Your Majesty, I'm here to tell you that we are about to break through the last fortress of the Isa people. Brothers Galle and Beard have been trapped in the city, and the Dragon Legion is on standby outside the city. , you can burn them to death at any time... I think you might be willing to witness this last battle with your own eyes."

Irma's expression changed, and after a while, she said calmly, "I see."

"I and the guards are waiting for you outside." Nash bowed his waist and bowed, and retreated.

Irma sat there motionless, her dark green eyes staring at nothing in front of her.

Finally, this day came, he thought, after 20 years, he lived like an ant, struggled like a puppet, and finally waited for this day.

The glory of the empire, the entrustment of the former king, he has done it perfectly.The invaders are about to be destroyed, and the brothers who have shamed the royal family are sealed in the sub-space by him. The dragons in the entire continent have become his private animals. Those who insulted him and enslaved him will all kneel and die in the sub-space today. at his feet.

Look, he is becoming more and more like a lord, cruel, indifferent, powerful...and lonely.

He gave himself a mocking sneer, put on his robe, untied the dragon rope, and jumped onto the dragon's back.

The black giant roared and flew away.