Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

Silas quickly raised his spear to fight, but these phantoms were not targets made of straw. They would not only make sharp turns in the air, but also block and dodge.Silas missed the first two attacks, but all the weapons in the phantom's hands hit him without falling, and there was a burning pain on the skin, and the touch felt as if it were real.

The third phantom was finally hit by him, but the spear in phantom's hand also hit him at the same time.

Silas felt very ashamed. He always thought that his combat level was one of the best in the reserve battalion. He didn't expect that in actual combat, he, the elite on the training ground, was just a scumbag.

But Sarannar was very patient. He summoned wave after wave of enemies and repeated this exercise tirelessly until Silas's touch became better and better, and his hit rate became higher and higher.

By the time Sarannar decided to fly back to dinner, Silas could deal with five phantoms at once without getting hit.

"You are doing well." Sarannar said to the dejected dragon knight on his back.

"Thank you for your comfort." Silas was not even in the mood to appreciate the scenery.

"This is not consolation. Many people who are training for air combat for the first time are in a hurry. The last Kelsen couldn't deal with the simultaneous attacks of four phantoms after practicing for a day." Salanal said, "Just what you showed just now Its level is enough to deal with most battles, but one thing to remember is that the real giant eagle knights are not so easy to deal with. Their tactics are more flexible and their attacks are more violent. You can only do this in actual combat. Got it."

Hearing Sarannar's affirmation of his ability, Silas immediately felt a lot better, but his thoughts suddenly jumped to other places: "We will still fight with the orcs, won't we?"

"Without a doubt, otherwise we wouldn't need to train."

"Is the peace agreement just a piece of paper to those green-skinned savages?" Sarannar's gentle attitude always made Silas unable to help but want to talk to him more.

"The orcs have few lands and a lot of people, and they reproduce too fast. They are destined to expand to the human territory. If there is no war for ten years, their population will grow to the point where they can eat up all the bark in the entire territory." Saranar Said, "The so-called peace agreement on that paper is nothing more than an expedient measure for both sides to cultivate their health and well-being."

"There is no eternal peace, only constant war..." Silas remembered a sentence in the history books he read.

He thought of the struggle between dragons and giant eagles for air supremacy, just like humans and orcs fighting for land, endless for generations.Originally, the dragon clan was powerful and mighty, but there were so many giant eagles, so neither side could do anything to the other.But later the orcs tamed the giant eagle and trained giant eagle knights who were proficient in team combat, and the situation changed completely.Groups of giant eagle knights cooperated with the ground troops, not only caused unprecedented damage to the human kingdom, and a large area of ​​territory fell into the control of the orcs, but also pushed the dragons to the brink of extinction, and finally forced the deadly enemies of the dragons and the orcs— —Humans reached cooperation.

This is the origin of Dragon Rider.

While speaking, they flew over Silverstream City, and the Dragon's Peak was already in sight, but Sarannar suddenly said: "It seems that I haven't been in a human city for a long time."

Speaking of him circling and starting to descend, Silas said with some concern: "You will scare the townspeople into a panic when you enter the city like this."

"No doubt, so I have to change my look."

Saranar landed on the open space outside the city, his strong wings kicked up huge dust, "Come down, I'm going to transform."

Silas hurriedly climbed down the dragon's back obediently. He had heard that almost all dragons could use transfiguration magic to transform themselves into human beings, and he had also seen the blue dragon Xiancell who became human, but he was still the first Witnessing the transformation process with my own eyes for the first time, I couldn't help opening my eyes wide, for fear of missing any moment.

Following a strangely pronounced incantation, Saranar's figure was shrouded in a black mist, and the mist quickly shrunk to the size of a human being. When the mist cleared, the transformation was complete.

Silas took a deep breath, pressed his chest involuntarily, and silently thanked the Creator in his heart.

The man who appeared in front of him had long black hair like satin, and the exquisite black clothes set off his tall and slender figure very well. His exquisite facial features seemed to be carved out of marble, so perfect that no flaws could be found , especially those unforgettable golden eyes, Silas felt that if he looked at them a few more times, his soul would be sucked in.

The first shape-shifting magic of the Dragon Clan often takes many years of practice, carefully crafting every detail to turn into a decent human form. As long as the dragon is well controlled, the dragon can almost turn into any shape he wants.Since changing shapes is as troublesome as learning a new shapeshifting spell, dragons often take on the same shape every time, so much so that many people mistake it for the dragon's only human form.

Saranar has long discovered that human beings are creatures that pay great attention to appearance, and making themselves more in line with human aesthetics can bring him many unexpected benefits.In fact, many dragons have discovered this, but some of them disdain to cater to human eyes, and some simply don't have enough insight and aesthetic ability to make themselves beautiful.

Judging from the reactions of most humans, Saranar knew that his transfiguration was very successful, and he could even make his knights dizzy.He stretched out his hand in front of Silas and snapped his fingers, bringing back the dragon knight's sanity.

"Ah...uh, sorry, I'm so rude!" Silas took two steps back, almost tripped himself, and then stood up straight, blushing like a ripe tomato, so embarrassed that he didn't know where to go put.

Saranar didn't care about anything with this young man who wanted to dig a hole in place and stick his head in like an ostrich. Instead, he found the other party's reaction quite interesting. Many people praised him in different ways. Appearance, but I have never seen such a strong and direct reaction.

Saranar often feels that only when he becomes a human being and walks on two feet from a human perspective can he have a more intuitive understanding of the current situation of human beings.

He still remembers the scene when he set foot in Andorcia for the first time. To the Dragon Clan, more than ten years is not a long memory. Compared with more than a decade ago, there are basically no new buildings on the streets of the southern part of Silver Creek City. Most of the old houses that can be seen are ten or even decades ago, or simply wood and straw Built shacks.As the capital of the kingdom, Silver Stream City is already the most prosperous city in Andorcia, but most of the people walking on the street are dressed in ragged clothes, it looks as if they haven't bathed for many years, and even the decent ones are only on the clothes. There are no holes.Occasionally, a dilapidated carriage squeezed past the muddy path, the holes in the body were only blocked with a bunch of hay, and the horses pulling the cart were listless and emaciated.

Compared with the usual prosperity and extravagance of the royal palace and the false beauty of the cathedral, it is easier to feel standing in these dilapidated streets and alleys. The war has indeed reached the point where the Kingdom of Andorcia is overwhelmed.

Silas found the place where Sarannar passed by, and people stopped and stared at him. The most common faces in the southern city of Silver Creek City are sallow, emaciated or disheveled civilians. Men, even in the whole of Andorcia, are rare.

Silas unconsciously lagged two or three steps behind Sarannar, not wanting to get too close to such a creature with black hair and black clothes that seemed to be shining all over, but the whispers of the crowd still tenaciously penetrated into it. His embarrassing ears.

"Look at that person, he must be a nobleman from somewhere?"

"I have seen the emperor's travels, and even the royal family can't compare to his magnanimity."

"Look at his entourage, I recognize that suit, it's a dragon knight!"

"...So, could it be that this noble lord was transformed into a dragon?"

"It must be, look at those golden eyes, my God, I actually saw a dragon with my own eyes!"

Being surrounded by so many people, Silas always felt uncomfortable. Sarannar turned around and said to him: "I remember that dragon knights usually can't go home? It's rare to come to Silver Brook City, you don't want to go back Do you want to go home and see?"

There was a moment of surprise on Silas's face, and then he showed a tangled look: "I'm afraid I can't... I'm your knight, if I leave you like this and run home, the butcher will definitely kill me, I'm afraid The next time I see you, I have to be at the dinner table."

"But, I want to visit your house." Sarannar looked at him with a smile, "Welcome? My knight."

"Uh, it's not necessary, my house is small and dilapidated, and there's really nothing to go to..." Silas subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"I didn't expect you to be so alien to me..." Sarannar's handsome face showed a disappointed expression of rejection, and Silas scratched his head anxiously, "No, that's not what I meant, I just... oh well Well, since you don't dislike it, I can only pray that my home will not disappoint you too much."

"I didn't expect to see a magnificent palace either." Sarannar smiled with satisfaction.