[Bump World] Dragon Knight

The bard sings to you the epic of the Dragon Forest.

You believe it is true, but you have searched all over the kingdom and can't find it, and you questioned the poet angrily.

"Where is the dragon?"

The poet smiled without saying a word, picked five pink leaves in early autumn and pieced them together into stars.She bit her hair between her lips and licked it slightly.

"I see, in the Dragon Forest."

You ask yourself and answer, and then ask.

"Then where is the Dragon Forest?"

"You are looking for the Dragon's Forest, what are you going to do in it?"

She replies your question with a question, leaving you speechless for a moment, long before you can respond.

"I want a dragon!"

"Dragon? Dragon—!"

The hypocrisy of the poet let out a stifled laugh, and her eyes formed two deep bays, the waves of which you couldn't see.

"what happened?"

You raise your voice suspiciously.

"In the ends of the earth, my dear honey. To find the home of the dragon, take your best sword and shield, you must first pass through the city without walls, the mountain without slope, the sea without water, the forest without trees, Meet the nameless person. There is the end! You will return in vain! Poor ignorant child, return here at that time, I will bring you a cup of sweet honey milk, and listen to you share your story."

"I don't know."

After listening to these sentences patiently, and taking a second look at her reserved smile with her chin clenched, you quickly spit out four pale words.

"……What did you say?"

The corners of the poet's eyes moved, and the corners of his upturned mouth flattened.

"I do not understand!"

You have to repeat it feebly, louder this time, and seem very proud of it.

This seemed to make the hermit in the deep forest wooden house a little angry. She laughed and waved her hands expressionlessly: "Oh, then leave my house."

"But what do you mean by that?"

"—I mean, I don't know, okay? Cutie. I don't like kids, you're too dirty for me to have fun."

She gets up from her chair, and that's when you see she has a big, thick wizard's hat hanging from the back of the chair.The crescent moon lying idle on the shelf is a bit big, she probably really broke the moon off, it's just a waning moon dipped into orange pink.

Ha, she's not a poet!

You nodded pretending to be ignorant.

Even if there are still people who pursue their tracks for the unfinished past, the "dragons" have quietly disappeared at a certain moment.

A hundred years ago, there were indeed "dragons" in this world.

Only now they no longer belong to the world.

About crossing the mountain that is not a mountain, the water that is not water; through the city without people and the forest without trees, you have searched for possible places one by one, and finally stepped on the remains of travelers all the way to a high cliff.

You look down, and the white fog is lingering, making it difficult to see the specifics below.

Next, you have to meet a person without a name, and then find the place where the dragon used to be, and become the one who controls the flying dragon.

You are full of determination about this, and you are eager to stand on the last inch of the cliff.You think that there may be an invisible road ahead, and the end is the holy grail that many knights in the world are pursuing.If given the chance to touch it, even meeting the gods would be possible.To give up this opportunity is to waste all previous efforts. What value have you done in the past?Didn't you start your journey just to find the dragon and step on the dragon's back to go to a distant place?

So you take the plunge.

"Too shallow!"

The bone of the dragon blows on you like the buzzing of a bell.You cover your ears in distress, and look away from the legs and feet of the keel.

"It's just such a greedy and boring mediocre person who wants to tame a rebellious dragon? How can there be such meaningless consumers as humans in the world? It's too unfair to Qingcao!"

Skeleton shakes his head in front of you: "'He' won't let you through that door."

"'He'?" you ask aloud, "is that—"

"Don't say so many useless words!" It snorted, and the dragon's tail swept across the ground: "You will see 'him'. It doesn't exist anywhere, it only belongs to the real knights here."

"But if you talk more, can't you say more?"

You speak back.The dragon's skull was at an angle, and he was very annoyed at this: "Shut up! Talk to that guy!"

well!you sigh.There are so many collections of poems written by mediocrity in this world, and you, a mediocre person who read poetry, can’t do anything about it. Isn’t that inevitable?If you hadn't left the world, who else would call you a layman with such fanfare.That is also helpless, rationality asks you to be patient like this.

Besides, unarmed adventurer with sharp teeth, no matter how angry you are, what means do you have to resist the power of a mature undead dragon?

The huge bone dragon walked through the green forest, and there was nothing in its dark eye sockets.The old blade wounds are streaked across the bones, and you'd guess they're badges of honor from some campaign it's proud of.

It is impossible to have undead warlocks in the Dragon Forest, or is it true that no one has been lucky enough to be close to this place within a hundred years, which is why you encountered such an incredible performance.

It's as jaw-dropping as running into a guide in the Misty Woods of the Borderlands, but you want a dragon!This is an irreversible wish!

At this point, you hurriedly followed a few steps, showing your upper teeth happily.

Every step of the dragon can knock its own bones to make a little sound.As you listen to the jingling sound slow down all the way, you know that your destination is approaching.

It turned around suddenly at a certain moment, its huge tail swung in an arc, and it spread quietly on the ground, not even its long mandibles coming towards you.The hind limbs are bent and the forelimbs are extended. You can see that it is like a big cat squatting on the ground, stretching its wings uncomfortably, and adjusting its posture.

Under the huge dragon body, you just now found a white shadow that looks like an ant in contrast.

He patted the dragon's ribs with the palm of his hand—if the joints of fingers made of knuckles could be called palms, he tapped his toes and turned around.

You saw him, and when he saw you, both of you were stunned for a moment.

"please forgive,"

Soon, the skeleton swordsman bowed to you, with two different-colored swords pinned to his waist, and his voice was gentle with age.

Naturally, you can't see what he looked like before he was alive, and now the white and slender hand bones are everything to him.

"There's been no one here for a long time. It's rude not to prepare."

The undead stood upright, toes staggered.He tapped the empty heart with his middle finger.If he had a face, you guessed that he would probably have a harmless smile on his face.

The etiquette is perfect and jaw-dropping.

"Is it that you want to tame the dragon?"

In the twilight and silence of this forest, he spread his right hand sideways in vain.Then the trees and waves rustled, and the wind in the forest blew a burst of earthy smell, as if many ancient flying dragons in the Dragon Forest had already appeared in the early morning. The flash of black scales.

The male voice paused, and he laughed dryly and unskillfully.

"I'm really sorry, my lord is sleeping in this forest. In order not to disturb her, I'm afraid I have to ask you to find another place and take a detour."

And you opened your mouth, and then carefully glanced at him from top to bottom.

Bone noticed your gaze, and shyly pressed the branches and leaves of the straw garland with the other hand to cover the dark eye sockets.It was a very funny scene, because the tiny flowers and leaves represent tenderness, and they lie on top of the swordsman comically, but his saber is straight and straight, exuding the "Qi" that belongs to the strong.This skeleton has beautiful jaws—he may have been a strong and handsome young man during his lifetime, and even the skull after death can be used as an art specimen and a plaster mold.

You are flipping through the epic myths in your mind, but it is clear that there is no half of the story recorded here.

This suddenly reminds you of what the master once said: the truth will not be written in idle books.

"Can't anyone go in there?"

You raised your eyes and asked tentatively. Feeling your mouth was dry, you coughed twice.

"Um..." This question seemed to make the skeleton feel embarrassed, he raised his hand and touched his nose habitually, but he didn't touch it, which probably made him even more at a loss: "No."

"Then what kind of person can pass?"

This short answer will rekindle your hope!You immediately follow up and look forward to the following.

"...a handsome blond guy."

This part of the voice disappeared in a flash due to the speaker's deliberate cover-up, and you who are far away can only hear a vague faltering sound this time.I just don't think it's something extremely difficult to talk about that makes him so embarrassed?But you still have to know this condition, so you pretended to be blinded by the wind, and asked hoarsely, "What?"

"Handsome blonde."

This makes you choose silence instantly.You raised your hand and rubbed your hair, then looked at your flat stomach, and you had nothing to say for a long time.

"But, why?" After a period of thinking, you decided to get away with it, so you read aloud, and turned your immature face to Baiyun: "I want a dragon! I checked the book for a long time, and the poet said here is The last home of the dragon!"

"……Ugh……"

He sighed embarrassingly, and you caught the sound of his ulnar styloid bumping into the orange one-handed sword on the left by listening to his reaction, the sound was like two jade stones touching.

"—I want to be a dragon knight!"

You can see that his attitude has loosened, and he continues to shout out his wish to him childishly, as if the louder he shouts, the easier it is for this wish to come true.

"Dragon Knight... Your Excellency, why don't you try to become a cavalryman? You also fight for the king, but finding a horse is much easier than finding a dragon—"

"No!" You chased after the victory, just thinking that you would win this verbal battle, showing a few white teeth willfully.You vaguely heard the bone dragon sneer, but you still ignored it, and said stubbornly: "I want to use the dragon's wings, take it to a far away place, and find someone!"

"Then you don't have to be a knight." He seemed to be relieved immediately when he heard your reason, but his first reaction was not to delve into why you found the dragon, but slightly raised his chin in a persuasive way: "You can be a traveler. You You don't need a dragon, and you don't need a monarch. All you need is the wind."

"wind?"

At this moment, you were turned away by his words instead, your eyes widened curiously, and you repeated it childishly several times.

"Yes,"

He gently uttered two or three broken laughs, his tone lowered, as if hoping to lull you to sleep.

You see a brown-haired man in a trance, his half-drooped eyes are cool blue and green, and the eyes look so soft.

He said, "Your Excellency is so convinced that he is willing to seek the trail of the dragon for this purpose—the wind will lead you to your destination. I assure you."

"No, I can't. Since I've already arrived here, I absolutely can't go back empty-handed." You were almost embarrassed by a sentence, but you still raised your hand to shave your face, and expressed your dissatisfaction: " To come here, I sought a city without walls, a mountain without a slope, a sea without water, a forest without trees; I have seen them all in a hurry. Now you say that these journeys are worthless, how can I accept this? Bone Swordsman, you should also show some humanitarian mercy—”

"Bones... yes, knights!"

The Skeleton Swordsman - claiming to be a knight at this moment, his emphasis is completely wrong.In order to explain his profession to you in a fluster - a righteous "knight", not a vague swordsman - he doesn't even care if you call him a bone.

You were stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized a small part of the connotation of his previous debate with you about the knight and the traveler, and then nodded your head up and down according to his words: "Oh, okay, okay. Knight, then you should be more tolerant !"

"I will never give in." As soon as you finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and shouted at you.

"...It's fine if you don't give in, it's a big deal, it's okay if I don't want it!"

"—I'm really sorry. It's really not what a believer in God should do to disappoint such a hopeful young lady..."

Now everyone became depressed. Seeing that the skeleton was about to start a gentleman's speech on virtue, the entrenched dragon started to sneeze wildly after listening for a while.

"In this case, bone knight, don't say too much."

"It's not the Bone Knight, it's the 'Last Dragon Knight'...!"

He added in a low voice, but you wouldn't listen: "If I come here, the person I'm looking for will definitely come here too! Please tell him—I found the dragon first!"

"I can promise you this. If I meet him, I will definitely convey it to you."

"That's my ancestor. Hey, he has black hair and a big thick braid on top of his head. He's probably a lot taller than me and a little shorter than you. Come here. This goggle was given to me by him, by the way -"

"His name is Amy."

The moment you heard this name, you clearly noticed that the dragon and him froze, and the whole forest stopped making noise.

Rolling your eyeballs, you tapped the front of your front with your fingertips with great interest, in vain thinking of Miss Poet's advice to you:

"Poor ignorant child, come and share your story."