The Lord's Guide to How to Train Your Dragon

The fire was blazing, and the screaming of the dragons rang through her ears. Irma dreamed that she was standing alone on the altar, with the dead Zhou Wei lying in front of her.

There was a sticky feeling between his fingers. He stretched out his hands and found that his palms were stained with blood. The sticky red was dripping down his fingers little by little, dyeing the black crystal rock under his feet red little by little.

Turning around suddenly, a huge white dragon was lying behind him, half of its body was scorched black, four golden eyes stared at him blankly, the pupils were like burning ashes, extinguishing little by little.

Gulliver... He was in a panic, and he raised his bloody hands and walked towards the dragon. A gust of wind blew, and the dragon's body suddenly turned into fly ash and dissipated in the wind.He was anxious and in pain, looked at Zhou Wei, but only saw the ashes gradually drifting away, and his only brother was gone.

"Zhou..." Irma woke up suddenly, and it took a long time to recover from the dizziness.At some point, he had already left the front line and was lying in the bedroom of Xinghuan Palace.

Sea of ​​fire, gunpowder smoke, Beard... The last moment of memory was frozen in Fortress Isa. He must have been completely unconscious after falling off the back of the dragon before being sent back to Xinghuan.

The bedroom was quiet, only the sound of the hourglass trickling down could be heard. Irma lay on the bed and rested with her eyes closed, feeling weak all over, her hands and feet were sore and weak, and something was warming up in her stomach, making him Sweating non-stop.

He forced himself to sit up, took off his sweaty nightgown, walked barefoot to the table and poured a large glass of ice water. Feeling that the heat in his body seemed to calm down a bit, he tied his messy hair with a hair tie and put on his shirt Robe walked out of the bedroom.

Xinghuan was at midnight, and the palace was quiet. He stood on the steps in a daze, not knowing where he should go. This place seemed to be his home, but it didn’t seem like he was the owner of this place, but he didn’t feel own anything.

After standing for a long time, until the night wind blows through the thin robe, he slowly walked towards Jiuta.

The heavy wooden door opened silently, and Irma heard the sound of her lonely footsteps echoing in the huge empty tower.The pitch-black wooden ladder spiraled up, disappearing into the darkness at the top of the tower.The portraits of Heji's ancestors hung on the surrounding walls, illuminated by dim lights, shadowy pupils, like countless lost souls standing there.

Going up the stairs, Irma glanced at the familiar faces, they were more or less similar to him, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth... walked to the place near the top, where his father, Heggy was enshrined The last ruler of the empire.

"Father..." Irma murmured, trying to match the person on the portrait with the father in his memory, but failed. He could no longer remember what his father really looked like.He looked at the blank space next to Xianjun, where his mother was supposed to be enshrined, but now there was nothing.

Mother... what kind of person is he?Irma thought with some wistfulness, it should be Zhou Wei's appearance, right?Priest Setia said that when Zhou Wei was born, he was very similar to Zhou Wei, but because of his dragon blood, his skin was darker, and his hair and pupils were red.

Did he miss me?Ever worried about your other son?Have you ever regretted leaving behind your husband and youngest son?Irma brushed her fingers across the blank wall, slid down feebly, and sat on the cold stairs.He was too tired, nightmares and battles exhausted his energy, until today, he didn't even have the strength to climb the dragon's back.

"Mother." He tried to pronounce this unfamiliar address, but his heart suddenly felt sour. His mother was like this, and he was like this. Is this a curse in the blood of the Heji royal family?Because the ancestors had intercourse with the dragon and offended the gods, the gods would let them have such tragedies for generations, and be entangled with the dragon.

No, he was a little bit worse, at least his mother was forced to, and he didn't have to bear moral pressure.And he, it is true, fell in love with a dragon on his own initiative.

Gulliver...he silently recited that terrible but sweet name in his heart, secretly feeling grateful for the most beautiful period of his life in this empty giant tower.For the first time, he bravely followed his own heart, insisted on his obsession unscrupulously, and even used the only condition that could threaten the twelve priests—his identity—to persuade Setia to accept their relationship.

He must have been possessed by a demon, so he challenged Beard's trust for a man he had never met before, against the Twelve Priests, and had sex with him knowing that his plan might be exposed.

He never knew that he could be so willful and presumptuous, allowing a man who might turn against him to enter his body and fuck him to death.

Irma clung to the handrail of the wooden ladder, breathing desperately so as not to cry. He knew from the very beginning that he might lose, and he had imagined the worst outcome. If Gulliver turned against him because of Zhou Wei, Unwilling to forgive his deceit, he is willing to follow Gulliver's footsteps to the ends of the earth after the restoration of the country, ask for his forgiveness, and do anything that can be redeemed.He felt that he would be able to convince Gulliver that dragons are evil after all, and he was only trying to save his country.

Even if he kidnapped with love, he still felt that he still had a glimmer of hope, after all, Gulliver loved him so much.

But he never thought that Gulliver was a dragon.

The dead end without medicine, his obsessive infatuation, and the love he spared no effort to maintain are fundamentally the biggest taboo of Heji Empire.

"Why, why..." Irma held her forehead in pain. She didn't know why she had to bear such a fate. Was it because he was too greedy, wanting both family affection and love, and he shouldn't have anything in the first place? have?Just like the past 24 years, you only deserve to endure and suffer in the dark, and spend one lonely day after another with no end in sight?

"Did I do something wrong?" He looked up at his father's portrait on the wall and asked, "Does it mean that as a lord, you must give up everything that ordinary people have?"

The portrait of Xianjun flickered in the flickering lights, and Irma stared at him: "Father, have you ever suffered like me? Did you regret the day when mother left? If you didn't kill that child , just send him away, even if sent to an outer galaxy, maybe mother will not leave us... You are so lonely, I know it, you don’t even want to see me, you are afraid that you will think of running away when you see me mother..."

"The war between humans and dragons has lasted for tens of millions of years. Who is justice and who is evil? Who stipulated that humans must hate dragons? They must be exterminated?" Maybe it was because I had been suppressed for too long. I have never dared to think, and said what I dare not ask, "Since we want to exterminate them, why do we need to summon them again? When the Issa came, we let the dragons out, and then waited for them to leave? The knights disappeared. ? No one controls them, so will humans and dragons continue the cycle of killing each other, infiltrating each other, and exterminating each other?"

"Is there no other way but life and death?" Irma asked her father, "Why are there so many races in the Milky Way that can coexist peacefully? But the Heki and the Thunder Dragon can only kill each other constantly? What exactly is the responsibility of the lord? Is the only way for us to rule this planet is to kill and seal?"

"What's the difference between us and the Issa?"

The dim echo disappeared in the empty tower, and the portrait of Heji's ancestor flickered in the lights, but no one could answer his question.Irma stood up on the wooden ladder, looked around at the non-existent souls, shook her head, and shook her head again: "No, this is not right."

He stood in a daze for a while, then turned and walked towards the top of the tower.

The ring-shaped bookshelf stood in the large attic, and a thin layer of dust accumulated on the round table. Irma stepped on the ladder to take a stack of classics from the upper floor and put them on the table.The dust dimmed the light, but he didn't care, he just flipped through the ancient texts quickly.

100 years, 1000 years, 1 years...History is like an endless cycle, repeating the same fate, man defeats dragon, dragon defeats man, man defeats dragon, dragon attacks man... seal, release, alien Invasion, humans and dragons merged... and then history repeated itself until 20 years ago, the first king killed the last dragon.

"My king is brave. After many years of fighting, he finally wiped out the dragon clan. The head dragon was wiped out by the queen in the snow peak north of Mount Liusai. Since then, there have been no more dragons."

Irma hooked her lips in a self-deprecating manner, and slowly closed the book. The clerk who wrote this period of history must have never imagined, but in just over 20 years, the biological son of the first king released the dragon from the sub-space again, which was more powerful than his father. Kill more.

Of course, history will not stop with him. In the long years to come, like his father, he will use the remaining deterrence of the knight blood to suppress the dragons, enslave and finally exterminate them again.

The only difference is that at the beginning of this extinction, he first wanted to kill his brother and lover.

Peter's dying curse is simply the most perfect footnote of his life.

"Hahahaha!" Irma couldn't help laughing loudly. The dry and deep laughter echoed in the tower for a long time, so that he didn't hear Setia when he opened the door and walked up to the attic.

"Father Setia." Irma stopped laughing when she saw the crooked figure at the stairs, "You're here."

Setia's voice had been completely destroyed, but part of his hearing was still there. He vaguely heard the danger in Irma's laughter, looked at him worriedly, and gestured: "Are you okay? My child ? The maid and the servants couldn't find you, so they notified the priest hall, Nash and I are very worried about you."

"I'm fine." Irma patted the classics on the table, stirring up a thin layer of dust, "I just want to review the history of the Hege Empire and find the path I should take in the future."

"So did you find it?" Setia walked up to him, stroking those old pages, "Why are you laughing?"

"I laughed because I found that I didn't have to look for it at all." Irma answered him, "My family has been repeating the same fate for thousands of years. Just a sad cycle."

Setia was taken aback, never expecting him to come to such a pessimistic conclusion, he shook his head hesitantly, expressing that he didn't understand.

Irma looked at him silently, deliberated over and over again, and finally couldn't help telling him her treacherous question: "Do people have to kill dragons? Is it impossible to coexist?"

Setia was stunned.Irma realized that he might be in trouble, the biggest disaster ever, but there was a force inside him that made him unable to stop: "If I try to open the subspace now, my brother, Gulliver, they will still alive?"