Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

The figure of the black dragon appeared in the mirror. He leaned over in a daze, put his head on Samir's shoulder, stretched out his hand from the back and touched it all the way down, and said vaguely: "There is indeed something, but it's not important. Don't worry, it's not called You go back...you first show your brother the tail."

The tip of Black's tail burrowed from his ankle into his calf, sweeping impatiently from side to side.Samir had no choice but to create a tail. The slender white dragon tail hung down. The sunlight fell on the silver scales, as if jumping, and a layer of gold was plated from the root of the tail to the tip of the tail.

Blake touched it with his hands. The scales of the juvenile little silver dragon were very flexible and comfortable to the touch. He stroked the scales and pressed them close to the meat under the tail, where it was softer.

"Don't..." Samir frowned slightly.

Black let go of his hand and wrapped his tail around it. Two black and white dragon tails, one thick and one thin, were entangled together. Black still prefers to use this method to feel the breath of the same race.

Samir was a little hurt from being strangled, raised his head and took a light breath.The adult black dragon's scales are harder than rocks, and can be immune to most magic attacks and acidic poison damage. In contrast, his scales are much more fragile.

Blake looked at his sharp jaw and slender neck behind his raised head, stretched out his head and licked Samir's throat, and asked, "How long will you be an adult?"

Samir pushed his head away impatiently, and said, "It's just a few years, I don't remember too much."

"You have to go home for the coming-of-age ceremony."

"Let's talk about it, the main reason is that if you go back, you won't be able to get out."

"Mother will be sad if you do this."

"... Mother, is she okay?"

"She's so sad, she's been crying all the time, saying she wants you to go home. Come back with me, I don't think there's much fun outside."

"I'm not here to play."

"why?"

Samir thought of the dragon egg, and the fleeing rogue, the unknown necromancer.By the way, if you tell Black about the dragon egg, can he successfully get the dragon egg back...

No, no, if it is someone else, you can ask Black, but the legendary magician's strength is unfathomable, Black should not be an opponent.

And if Black knows, he will definitely do something like grab it directly. At that time, maybe the two black dragons that need to be brought back from the legendary magician.

"I will go back when I grow up." Samir said, "It's you, when are you going to go back to Mojache's Spine?"

"We've only met for a day, and you want me to go back?!"

"It's enough to meet once, maybe you still want to live with me."

"I'm going to stay!"

"Brother, don't make trouble...you don't like this place."

Blake moaned, and Samir thought helplessly, is this really what an adult black dragon should look like? The adult black dragons he has seen are all powerful, calm, with firm eyes and deep thoughts, like the current patriarch of the dragon clan, It's a typical black dragon.

While they were arguing, the door was knocked open. Samir didn't close the door when he slept yesterday, and the scene in front of him was directly reflected in the eyes of the visitor.

"Joe?"

Samir put his tail back quickly.

Qiao stood at the door, his eyes were dim, but he said softly, "I've come to find you to go to Xiaobailou together, we made an appointment before."

During the assessment, they did agree to go to Xiaobailou together to continue the previous tasks when they came back, but Blake's sudden appearance made Samir forget about it for a while.

Feeling guilty, Samir pushed Blake away and said, "I'll pack it up, and I'll be here right away."

Joe took a step back and leaned against the door frame.

Blake asked, "Who is he?"

"Joe, didn't I introduce you yesterday?"

"Sorry, I didn't remember." Blake turned his head and smiled brightly at Joe, and said, "I'll go with you."

"Don't go." Samir whispered, "I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."

Blake stared at him dissatisfied: "You are coaxing the children to play."

Samir talked badly, and then let Black stay in the dormitory obediently.Of course he noticed Black's hostility towards the people around him, and when he got to the small white building, he was afraid that Black would cause something on purpose, and he would have a headache.

It's so troublesome...

Samir sighed, then changed his clothes and went out with Joe.As they walked out of the room, Joe took a step forward, took his hand naturally, and walked side by side.

"Hey, what are you talking about..." Blake saw it, and immediately yelled in dissatisfaction, but when Samir left, he closed the door, completely blocking his voice.

"wait."

Samir turned around and released three spells one after another, the house strengthening technique, the environment noise reduction technique, and the warning technique.

In this way, no matter how noisy Black is inside, it will be fine, and even if something happens, he can come back immediately.

Joe watched from the side, and said with a smile: "Your brother, you are quite interesting."

After releasing the magic, Samir said casually, "He's not my real brother, but we played together when I was young. When I was young, I was withdrawn and my fellow clansmen didn't want to play with me. He was the only one who was willing to accompany me. During the Dragon Clan's civil war, he still protected I'm coming."

Samir recalled the past, showing nostalgia.

The two went to Xiaobailou, and Caesar was already waiting there. Speaking of the task that was interrupted because of the final assessment, Samir originally wanted to continue. Let's go to the temple."

"Okay." Samir said lazily, lying on the cushion.

Caesar asked him, "Are you really a dragon?"

Samir glanced over: "Yes."

Caesar suppressed his excitement, but he could still hear the excitement in his tone: "Can you see the prototype?"

"Do you think it's possible?" Samir said, "It's just an ordinary silver dragon."

Caesar chuckled: "Then can you look at the tail, even the tail is fine."

What's so nice about a tail!Samir groaned, but still conjured up a tail, and the tip of the tail fell to the ground, flicking and flicking.

Caesar came over to watch it carefully, and asked aggressively, "Can I touch it?"

Samir: "..."

He took the initiative to put his tail into Caesar's hand, and said, "You can't touch the inner part of the body, which is more sensitive... Joe, what are you doing?"

Samir's tail shook violently, and he turned his head to look at Joe. As soon as he finished speaking, Joe touched the base of the tail. Only the skin covered under the scales could be seen there, which was still pink.

Joe said nonchalantly, "I'm more curious, will you feel uncomfortable?"

"It won't be uncomfortable..." Samir straightened his tail, even when he was touched, he would feel as if an electric current had flowed through his body.

Caesar held the slender, cold, shiny silver-white tail and said with emotion: "It's like a sword."

Samir said: "The tail of the prototype is not so small, but the tail is indeed one of the weapons of the dragon clan."

Caesar asked: "So you are best at mind magic and transformation magic because you are a silver dragon?"

"Yes, I have learned some magic since I was a child."

Caesar: "But why do you know the other eight types of magic, such as elemental magic? I remember that no other silver dragon in history has used these magic to fight."

"I learned it myself. The Dragon Clan doesn't know swordsmanship yet. My swordsmanship, bow and arrow are also very good."

Caesar asked a lot of questions, almost venting his curiosity about the Dragon Clan. Samir answered what he could answer, and refused what he couldn't answer.

"What about your brother, why don't you come together?"

"I'm afraid he'll make trouble..." Samir turned over and jumped up: "Oh no, I also said that I would bring him meat back. If it's okay, I'll leave today."

Samir left as soon as he said, and went to the cafeteria to buy a lot of meat. When he returned to the dormitory, he found that the door of the dormitory was wide open, and his heart skipped a beat.

Walking into the dormitory, Blake was sitting in front of the desk, flipping through a stack of papers in his hand, but judging from the frowning, he couldn't understand at all.

Samir breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why did the door open?"

Blake looked up and said, "I opened the door when someone knocked for you."

"looking for me?"

"I brought you something." He shook the thick paper in his hand: "That's it."

"What does that person look like?"

"How do I know that the human races don't all look alike."

Samir twitched the corner of his mouth: "Where is that person, is he gone?"

"Eat by me."

"?! What did you say!" "Didn't you say you wanted to bring me delicious food? I thought that person was delicious."

"Hey!" Samir was in a daze, and his back was soaked in cold sweat. He hurried over and pinched Black's chin, intending to pry his teeth open: "You spit it out for me..."

"I ate everything, and when I spit it out, it's still a corpse..."

Seeing that Samir's face was tense and his eyes were cold, he almost took a knife to peel his stomach open, and said quickly, "You're just kidding, how could I eat people in this kind of place!"

Samir stared at him with wide eyes, his right hand resting on Black's stomach.

Black faintly sensed the danger, and quickly said: "Really, he left after delivering the food, and the human race doesn't taste particularly delicious, and there will be trouble after eating..."

"You know that too." Samir let go of his hand, and he handed the meat he bought to Black, saying, "This is not the Spine of Mojache, there is a terrible existence, don't act too recklessly."

"You mean the magician from yesterday?"

"Yes, there are many magicians like him in the human world." Samir deliberately exaggerated, trying to make Black more honest.

"What's so scary about being a magician." Black curled his lips: "It doesn't necessarily mean who wins or loses in a fight."

"Heh, let's find a place to discuss after the holiday. I didn't use magic yesterday..."

Samir sat down and looked at the things sent by his classmates. After flipping through a few pages, his eyes widened and he couldn't help but slammed on the table. Even though he covered his mouth, he couldn't help laughing.

This is the manuscript of Vivian's new book! !

The only one in the world!

Vian sent it to him!

Samir's heart was about to explode with excitement. On the last page of the manuscript that was sent, Wei An said that the story was only half written, and he would send it to him first. Imperial Press also agreed to publish it. The remaining half I am writing, and will send it to him first when I finish.

So I was the first to see this new story!And it's a manuscript, there are even places Wei An crossed out and rewritten on it, as well as the character settings he noted.

Samir was so excited that he wanted to bite something. He couldn't wait to read the manuscript carefully. This time it was really about a story about a beautiful boy's adventure in the cemetery. Of course, there was no plot of the beautiful boy and the death knight in the graveyard .In it, Samir found the emotion of watching "Song of the Mountain" in the first place, but Wei'an's writing style and rhythm control are much better than before.

After all, he is already a very famous troubadour.

After watching it, Samir couldn't calm down for a long time, and said to Black: "This is a work worthy of tears, Teacher Vivienne, it is really amazing."

Blake lifted his head from the lump of meat and looked at him inexplicably.

"You eat first, I'll read it again."

When he read the last few pages for the second time, Samir couldn't bear to continue to scroll down. It wasn't until he read it again that he realized with a sense of loss that there was nothing left.

How long will he have to wait to see the following content, and in the process of waiting, he has to endure the next suffering.

But it doesn't matter, Wei An said that the second half will be sent soon. He wrote the first half so fast, and the second half should be sent before the end of the holiday.

Samir thought optimistically.

At night, of course, Samir stashed the manuscript in a safe corner.Blake lay on the bed and asked him to sleep, and Samir said that he still needed to read a book and study the prophecy magic [spiritual connection].

Blake asked thoughtfully, "Are you so busy every day?"

"well enough."

"Why do the human race have so many things to do every day? I think they are quite busy." The dragon race spends most of their time sleeping, fighting, eating, and sleeping.

"Compared to us, it is indeed a bit busy." Samir looked up from the book: "After all, if there are no accidents, we will live for more than 1 years without any problem, so there is no need to rush to do anything. But the human race usually only has a few decades The lifespan of a serious one is only two or three hundred years... There are too many things to do, so I have to be busy."

"So, in a few hundred years, your classmates will all die, right?"

"That's right." Samir's tone was very flat: "Some of the friends I met just after I left the Ridge of Mojacher, some of them are already old and dead."

"Does it make you sad?"

"Occasionally, I will be sad, but there is nothing I can do about it, I can only accept it." Samir thought to himself, it is impossible to stop dating just because the other party will die in the future.

"The only one who can accompany you forever is the same clan, Samir."

Samir paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "Don't you think it's scary to be with you forever?"

If you love someone, you want to be with him forever.

How sweet the time together is, how painful it is when we are apart, like being sucked out of the air, like a fish out of living water.So every pair of lovers who are in love hope to be with their lovers all the time, until death separates them.

The first time Joe felt this way was because of Samir.

In the 20 years before he met Samir, he had been suffering from the huge gap between his heart and reason. The Temple gave him everything, but he couldn't help hating the Temple.The believers enshrined him, but he hated the believers.However, he also hates this kind of himself extremely, reason and emotion are always seeing each other in his soul, and he devoutly hopes to get rid of the demons in his heart.

"You want to kill me?"

"You can't kill me."

And after getting to know Samir, the more intense pain made the previous sense of separation worth mentioning.

"As I said, being near him will only make you unlucky."

"You also found out, his mind is no longer on you."

"Among you, he came in on his own initiative, and he left on his own initiative. You have no right to choose from the beginning to the end."

"Poor thing, Joe."

In the dormitory, Joe meditated and prayed as usual, but the voice in his heart was getting louder and louder, no matter how many times he prayed, he couldn't suppress it.

In other words, this is the result of his laissez-faire.

"Tell me, how could he get away so easily."

"What a ruthless monster, even I am not as ruthless as him."

"He should be taught a lesson."

Joe slowly opened his eyes, stood up and walked to the sink, with the cold water splashing on his face, he looked up at himself in the mirror.

That's not him.

Although they have the same appearance, the "Joe" inside has dark red eyes like the abyss.

"Don't you want to teach him a lesson?"

"Joe" in the mirror smiled at him.

Joe said calmly, "No, that's not what I want."

"I know that you want to be with him forever, and no one else will show up again. But with you now, it's impossible."

"Can you do it?"

"You know, I can."

"Master Son? Is the meditation over?" The knight came over suddenly. They lived in the same dormitory. The knight glanced at the Lord Son in the mirror and said, "I have to go back to the temple tomorrow, go to bed early, Lord Son."

Joe responded.

"Master Shengzi? Hmph, what a ridiculous title."

Joe looked coldly at his reflection in the mirror.

"who are you?"

"Joe, don't you know that I am you."

"Joe" in the mirror had red eyes, a black horn protruding from his forehead, long platinum-blond hair that gradually became darker, and a black line appeared at the end of his eyes.

He stuck out his slender tongue and said with a smile, "It's also a reborn demon from the end of the world."

The next day, Joe took the knights back to the temple. Samir was going to send them off, but before he got up, Joe had already left.

The vacation officially started, and within a few days, Samir and the others heard that Shengzi Qiao had been promoted because of his excellent performance in Chuxue Town and the final assessment, and he would no longer have to come to the academy for the second half of the semester.

Caesar sighed with regret when he heard the news.

Samir looked more relaxed.

"In this way, Joe doesn't have to compete with other holy sons, and he can even become the pope in the future. It's great." Samir expressed his heartfelt blessings to his former classmates.

Caesar thought to himself, you are just relieved, you don't have to do some scumbag things yourself.

Samir asked him, "What are your plans for the holidays?"

"I'm on vacation...I want to go home." Samir didn't ask where his home was, thinking that in this way, he could concentrate on dealing with the magician's affairs during this vacation.

Caesar also went home, and there were fewer and fewer people in the college. The huge college was empty, and there was no one in sight after walking for a long time.

"It still looks better as it is now." Black regained his original shape, lying on the top of the hill, looking down at the college.

They were in a mountain forest far away from the college at this time, and Samir brought Blake here during the day when they had nothing to do.When we met just now, Samir was suppressed by Black with physical strength because he was unable to use magic.In this mountain forest, Samir has placed a hidden magic barrier, and they can let go of their hands and feet and fight with all their strength.

Black is only slightly better than him, and sometimes even loses to Samir if he is careless.

This made Samir feel a little better. He has been studying hard for 200 years, and it seems that it is not ineffective.

But the black dragon is naturally immune to most magics—especially those that Samir is good at. Samir is not a decathlon like a magician, so he mostly uses the sword to fight Black.After fighting, Blake began to fight with the original form, and Samir also took out the rusty sword that he bought at a high price before.

In winter, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the sword can barely be used.Black initially teased him about his rusty sword as a treasure, only to discover that it was the only weapon that could easily do damage to his original form.

"Brother, I have been adventuring outside for 200 years, and my level of appreciating treasures has improved a lot."

Uncle Peter, the dwarf in the weapon shop, may be over 200 years old this year, and he is an experienced blacksmith.

But Samir has actually taken risks for 200 years, and what he learned from each adventure is deeply imprinted in his mind.

...Of course, some insignificant characters were forgotten by him.

So in terms of appreciating the price of weapons, Samir has more experience than the dwarf Uncle Peter.

Even the scales of the black dragon were fragile under the rusty blade. Because of this, Samir never used them again.

Samir fought with Black during the day, and read books and studied prophecy magic at night. Time passed quickly, until one day, His Majesty the Emperor of the Northern Alliance announced the coming-of-age ceremony of the fifth prince and invited representatives of many races to the banquet.

Only then did Black say to Samir: "Go and represent the Dragon Clan to participate in that fifth prince's banquet."

Samir was taken aback: "Why?!"

Black said: "That's what the patriarch said - since you're hanging out, just do something for the Dragon Clan so that you won't be punished when you go back. If you do it well, it will also let you go in and out of Mosha completely freely To the spine."

"Is there such a good thing?" Samir had already begun to imagine a free life, and asked excitedly: "Then what should I do?"

"I don't know, the patriarch didn't say anything." Black was completely in awe of the patriarch, and he guessed: "The patriarch may want to see your ability."

"By the way, for the banquet, I will go with you and report your performance to the patriarch in full."

That's why Black was allowed to come out and find Samir.

The author has something to say:

Gather the crowd to suck the dragon.

I also want to touch the root of Xiaolong Fenfen's tail.

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The banquet in the copywriting is finally coming.

感谢在2021-08-0517:51:46~2021-08-0616:57:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Amor;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Amor and freshwater fish; 10 bottles of the gazebo at Chizi's house; 215 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!