My claws must be on it

One hundred and sixteen years ago, in the Eton Continent, the forces of humans and dragons were still evenly matched, and the dragon clan lived on the edge of the foggy forest at the northern end.

The rising palace points straight to the sky, and the dark golden streamlines at the tip are extravagant and manic - the dragon's architecture comes from their alchemy and magical creation, full of killing and devouring, it is easy to match the human race's architecture Make a distinction.

And here is their "main hall", the Dragon King's lair, the bloodiest hell.

There are very few "people" passing by here, and those who walk with their heads held high are all vigorous and slender dragons. The huge periosteum is opened in the wind, and there are neighing sounds from time to time——

Dragons stop fighting all the time, not only with humans, but also with the same kind, the "weak" of the same kind, the old, weak, sick and disabled who cannot bring benefits to the clan will end up being swallowed, and there are natural battlefields everywhere here.

But this kind of place still remains a "transitional lot" like place, with smaller rooms, clothes, dining room, soft beds, and food.

It is better to say that it is a palace of dragons than that it is lived by human beings.

It is true that "human beings" live here, cubs who cannot yet transform into dragons.

Although dragons have a long lifespan, they are difficult to reproduce. There are not many descendants in one generation, and the newborns will be taken together to take care of them—it is said to be taken care of, but no one pays much attention to these cubs. Do it only for the benefit of the group.

……

"Hey, trash 'girl' Dalia!" A noisy boy shouted loudly at a short, pale child, with a childish sharp mocking voice: "Your Highness Princess! Are you the little princess of Pea Country?"

Calling a dragon a "maiden" is not respectful in the world of dragons - meaning "you're as fragile as a human wench" is sarcasm.

But the boy was still not satisfied, he held the air with a funny expression and made a skirt ceremony: "Princess and Pea?"

The children around all burst out laughing.

The boy put his hips on his hips with a proud expression and raised his head high.

However, the girl who was being ridiculed did not show any anger or embarrassment at all. She lowered her head lightly, her shoulders were thin, and she had no blood at all.

"Lazy girl!" Another girl kicked her on the shoulder laughingly, and she staggered back with the force, and then fell to the corner.

"Who allows you to be foolishly taking this here to get lost? Quick, move! Wash our clothes!" She shouted at Dahlia.Dahlia gasped and propped herself up on her slender elbows, with her forehead covering her eyes.

Dragons will not send special people to take care of these cubs. Even if they are cubs, dragons have very strong vitality.So things like "housework" must be done by the weakest dragon in the new generation. This is a tradition.

"Hmph, it's really useless." While the children were satisfied with her self-consciousness, they despised her for her lack of resistance, like an incompetent human being.

But Dahlia just quietly picked up the pile of dirty clothes taller than herself, her slender legs trembling under her skirt, moved to the head of the well, first put things on the bench, and stood up Clothes emptied into stone troughs.

She turned on the water, stretched out her delicate little one, and began to rub the clothes.

It's actually winter, though the cubs are in cool summer clothes—they don't feel the cold.But Dalia was different.Dahlia is too weak, and every winter, she will turn white from the cold.

And the cold water poured on her made her feel painful and stiff—physically she would not suffer from chilblains, but she was really delicate, and soon her skin ruptured and bled, and she was instantly frozen by the flow of water to stop the bleeding, and her movements became stiff.She frowned, struggling.

...Who would have thought that such a poor girl was the daughter of the Dragon Emperor, the successor of half of the dragon clan in the mainland, and the real "Her Royal Highness"?

Because her parents are too powerful, Wang Huang never thought that her daughter would be such a "trash".

The dragon world where the fittest survive has very little tolerance for the weak, and their understanding of "nobility" comes from "strength".Clearly, Dahlia is not qualified.

Her father had seen her do these things before, ignoring her pale face, flushed eyes, and body shivering in the cold, and just said in an indifferent tone: "Yeah, any time you have to do something against the ethnic group." Useful people. If you can fight like this, at least you are entitled to live."

Then he turned around and left, leaving a sentence in a slightly disappointed tone: "But the duty of the heir to the royal family cannot be to wash clothes..."

She was supposed to lead the dragons to plunder the land for wealth and reach the pinnacle of the world.

But she can only have the strength to do the laundry--not so much.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing! Are you playing with water!" Dissatisfied with her clumsy and stiff movements, the children pushed her down again, and suddenly exclaimed: "Hey! Look! She's bleeding!"

"Really!" "No way? Blood!" "My God! This is the first time I've seen a dragon get hurt by water!" They all gathered around Dahlia, and Dahlia fell silent Looking up at them, the light was completely blocked by the children, and the surroundings were dim.

They squatted in a circle, marveling at each other, poking one and moving the other, and suddenly the girl said: "Eric! Can you already become a dragon!"

Dahlia, who was silently bowing her head, was taken aback suddenly, and raised her head to look at the boy.

The boy who was named was immediately extremely proud, and grinned, the scales and fangs instantly protruded and spread, and flowed to the two along the neck blood vessels - turning into a pair of blue-gray huge and powerful dragon claws!

Dahlia opened her mouth in a daze, her expression stunned—if she can transform into a dragon at such a young age, will she be able to fulfill her vocation? ...but she's just a weak piece of trash.

"Wow!" The children were envious and jealous, breathing heavily: "Look at this claw! It can easily tear apart human throats!" "It's very powerful!" "When will I be able to reach this level..."

They were talking, and suddenly someone mentioned: "Let Eric tear up Dahlia!"

The dragon cubs were suddenly silent for a moment, and then they all looked at the pale and frightened Dahlia, their innocent little faces bluntly highlighted the pulsating bloodthirsty, and the vertical pupils of the snake-like eyes opened and closed——

"Grab her!" the cubs screamed!

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The little monsters held down the thin girl with all their feet, and together they pressed her hard against the wall, pressing her arms.Dahlia was a little panicked, watching their actions helplessly, until she opened and closed with a shuddering sound: "You..."

Her voice is very small, like a mosquito, and because she doesn't speak much, she has a foreign accent, soft and sweet, with a sense of helplessness, which sounds very distressing-but in the dragon's den It's just the blood that can stimulate their riots.

"Eric!" they yelled, grimacing.

"Haha!" Eric stood in front of her, raised his claws coldly, the strong dark dragon claw nails were sharp and cold!

Dahlia's heart was beating very fast, even her pale and bloodless face turned a sickly red, and she quickly closed her eyes.

……

However, neither the imagined pain nor the joyful shrill laughter of the onlookers came, and she felt a warm feeling, surrounded from head to body - as a dragon that had never been hugged before, she was too unfamiliar with this feeling.

But she quickly adjusted her mentality and lost her breath... Finally, she came.Dahlia curled her lips inwardly, and almost broke—it is inconvenient to do many things.

She raised her head, and what caught her eyes was a black robe, and that person's face was also blocked—but from the exposed white but well-defined muscles and bones, she could feel the brutality of killing— Powerful breath.

How can someone have a "weak" embrace while being full of hostility?For dragons, "warmth" equates to weakness.

"Who gave you the right to move Your Highness the Princess?!" The sharp and piercing voice whistled like breaking ice, revealing her identity - she would be an adult and vigorous dragon.

And Dahlia also regained her composure, and got out from under the mysterious man's black robe, revealing her pale face and innocent eyes, her white dress was slender, she looked pitiful, cute and obedient.

"..." Dragons have a natural perception of the strong. They opened their eyes wide and looked around. They restrained their violence and looked like children again. Finally, they said: "Her weakness gave us the qualifications—" all ran away up.

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one day ago.Today, one hundred and sixteen years later, not long after the Mowu Conference ended, there was a sacrificial meeting.

The high priest "Elder" sat at the end of the long table, and next to him were "The Brave" Laitana and "Savior of Humanity" Joshua. It was the turn of the remaining priests.

At this time, eight people shouted in unison in shock at the same time in the conference hall. Among the ten important people in the human race, even Qiao Xiu, who had always been calm, couldn't help opening his eyes slightly, let alone the other high priests and Laitana...

And let’s say, it’s Leitana who screamed the most tragically: “What?!”

"Elder...are you crazy?!" She looked dumbfounded and screamed, without the air of a brave man at all, her words were quite shameless: "You asked me to assassinate Dahlia?! Then why did Joshua! Ah! Do you let the trash slay the dragon and let the hero hide in the rear to do logistics!?"

This sentence clearly shows her positioning for herself.

Joshua is a hero, and she, Laitana, is a rice bug.

With such a shameless style, the high priest who was already getting used to her nature still "..." for a while before continuing: "Elder, this matter is of great importance, you can't hand over the fate of the human race to waste just because of your own preference." ...Laitana!"

"Elder, she really can't do it! Even if you like her no matter how much you don't want to think about humans... at least think about her, she will die in the mission!" The second priest said earnestly.

"Yes, yes!" Laitana nodded like a pest!

"High Priest, we jointly boycott your resolution!"

"..."

Everyone was arguing and persuading, but the high priest still didn't lift his eyes: "According to the prophecy, 'Laitana is the last brave', only she can break the deadlock and return the light to mankind."

"..." All the priests have also seen the prophecy, but they have a more rigorous explanation: "... High Priest! Don't you think it means that since the beginning of Leitana, the brave have fallen, and the dragons have invaded in large numbers? !"

"Yeah yeah!" Letana burst into tears helping them discredit her.

"I've made up my mind..." the elder replied in a rustling voice.

"..." Leitana gritted her teeth and muttered, "You old man...you just want me to die..."

"What did you say? Laitana." Joshua asked doubtfully.

"It's nothing!" She looked back angrily, "Bastard Qiao Xiu! You won't save me?!"

"What can I do..." Qiao Xiu turned his head helplessly.

"Elder, you have to know," the fourth priest finally sighed: "In our tradition, the light armor will only be given to those who win the Mowu Conference."

"Yeah yeah!" ...or Laitana.

"Leitana won." The high priest closed his eyes and meditated.

Leitana: "!!! Who the hell said I won! I'm so shameless to step down!!"

The priests who were about to speak: "..." Well, do it yourself.

"Josh is very good. He will be a sharp sword for human beings." The high priest said slowly, "But like you said, he was doomed from childhood. He can't compare to you, and he won't be able to do it after 500 years of practice."

Leitana: "...I'm just talking nonsense to save face!!!" She was already crying: "God...I'm really not the enemy of Chief Ruili..."

Qiao Xiu: "..." I'm glad to hear you tell the truth in this life.

"The Sorcerer's Stone is my creation. Without my permission, Joshua can't travel through time to kill Dalia."

"..." After hearing this, everyone fell silent.

That's the crux of the matter.

Only the high priest's magic has reached the point where he can make the retrospective stone, and only he can inject magic power to activate it... But he is determined to ask the brave to slay the dragon!I don't know how to analyze specific issues. This brave man is not the shining golden angel before. She is a piece of rotten iron...

"Sacrifice adults!" Laitana was about to be driven crazy, and she slammed her head on the table in despair: "I know that the elder used to have no plans, but he is old and confused! You can't let a Crazy old man with Alzheimer's syndrome - old urchin to decide the fate of the human race!"

That's right...the reason the priests distrust him the most is this reason - they play around with the elder, purely to trick him into getting backtracking stones.

"I'm not crazy," the high priest pulled down his respectable face and solemnly said, "The world I see is just different from yours!" He lives at the intersection of the two worlds.

...and fell ill again.

"..." Laitana slammed her head on the table in despair: "Eh..."

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"Who are you?" Dahlia stepped back two steps away from the embrace of "weakness", expressing that she was rare, and a trace of reluctance appeared in her heart.

"My princess, why did they dare to do this to you?" The mysterious man didn't answer this question, but said with a hint of a joke.

She lifted the veil with one hand, the delicate lines of the side face were softened by the halo, and a head of brilliant blond hair burst down, revealing the delicate eyebrows and eyes.It turned out that this was a young girl with an intoxicatingly beautiful appearance as bright as light.

Compared with the previous scolding, her voice lacked killing intent, and she looked like ice jade in the sun: "I am the bodyguard of the Dragon Emperor, and also your servant."

Unexpectedly, the little girl looked at her sudden appearance, took two steps back with her bare feet, her quiet black eyes reflected her appearance, and said softly, "Brave."

Laitana, who was squatting down to untie the kettle and pour the last sip of wine into her mouth: "...Pfft!!"

"Cough, cough, cough..." She rubbed her chest and coughed, and fell to the ground directly, tears came out: "You, how do you know!?"

"In the legend of my race, the brave will carry an ancient kettle, like a singer." The little yellow-haired girl said softly, looking into her face.

Letana: "..."

"They always wear black shiny armor, even if they are clumsy and useless." The little girl seemed to be thinking about memories.

Armor Laitana: "..."

"They..." Dalia stretched out a pointing finger to her bloodless lips: "They will dress handsomely in black cloaks, even though they know that dragons can sense heat and they won't mistake people."

"..."

"They also—"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." Laitana quickly interrupted her, and the dagger made of the hidden Right Sage Stone was eager to try: "I see."

Dahlia shut her mouth obediently.

Laitana chuckled, and said in her heart that such a small and defenseless dragon "destroyer", wouldn't it be easy to kill?

Dahlia glanced silently behind her, sensing a deep, bright red danger.She is not ignorant of the plot, Laitana is here to kill her.She thought for a while, looked good, and finally opened her mouth, showing a hesitant expression.

"You can say whatever you want." Laitana smiled and didn't mind listening to the little girl's last words.

"Master Brave," Dahlia silently said in her heart to see if I didn't scare you to death.

She leaned over, the black eyes that were as quiet as pools of water suddenly showed a trace of anticipation, her soft voice raised, rustling and thin:

"Please kill me!"

……

Laitana: "..." Pfft! !

"You, you..." Laitana showed a confused expression, "You are——no, why are you..."

"You're here to kill me, aren't you?" Seeing Laitana's reaction, she was a little surprised, but she still knelt down obediently in front of her, her slender pale legs pressed against the floor, her lips trembling in the cold ——But she has gotten used to it: "I sense that you have the 'poison' in you, which is the best tool to take the life of the Dragon King."

Leitana clenched the dagger tightly: "Can you feel it?!"

"The blood of the Dragon Emperor's family is only useful to me." Dalia said calmly.

"You want to die?" Leitana asked after a long silence.

why?What she traveled through time to kill should be a heartless and ruthless weapon of war—even in childhood, how could the saboteur who would infect tens of thousands of lives be a pitiful, slender girl?

She imagined that it should be an arrogant and cold girl, surrounded by dragons, she nodded and walked among them, and the black bone wings spread behind her, with long-cherished wishes and indifference——

But the temperament of the girl in front of her was as quiet as melting snow, her malnourished yellowish black hair was softly attached to her cheeks, and the clean lines of her face reflected her pale little face.Her body is very pale, and the blue blood vessels can be clearly seen on the wrists and the side temples of the cheeks...

But her eyes are so silent, like a sad, cool mirror, saying nothing, but at the same time contain so many words.

Her voice is very characteristic, perhaps because of the malnutrition, it is very small, and it is soft and hoarse, very immature, and it seems that she is still like water vapor rising from the air.

If it doesn't attract attention at all, it will melt away.

So she knelt down in front of her, opened her round eyes and said this sentence lightly with such determination—Leitana was a little bit hesitant to let it go.

"Yes, I have to die. I'm not qualified to live." Dalia replied softly with her head lowered, her words revealing the logic of the dragon's thinking: "I can't fulfill my vocation, life is meaningless."

"Can't bring enough benefits to the race".

This is why she begged to die.

……

Leitana was curious for a moment: "But you have feet... You are useless, right?"

"Anyone can do laundry." Dahlia said, "But leading dragons to defeat humans is not."

...my queen, my mortal enemy... so who is the cruel and bloodthirsty dragon "destroyer" more than 100 years later? ! ...What kind of shocking reversal did you go through to embark on Long Aotian's invincible route!Don't bully the young and poor? !

"...you can kill yourself," Leitana said tentatively.

"Dragon Emperor's blood is not so easy to die." Dahlia's small voice carried a hint of sadness: "So if they tear up my blood, I can't die, and I really can't do anything... long neglected."

Lock the undead waste in the dark sewer, let the wound fester and bleed to taste the pain, let the stomach juice corrode the internal organs to taste the hunger, let the body soak in ice water to taste the bone-piercing, let the pupils stay in the dark night forever to taste the loneliness...

Dahlia shuddered sadly.

Of course Leitana noticed, her eyes rolled, and her natural laziness and viciousness came up again, so she deliberately said in a malicious tone: "Oh, if you don't kill you, you will be ignored and bullied... ...sounds even better..."

Dahlia opened her eyes wide in disbelief and trembled quickly, her eyelashes fluttered pitifully, and the pair of bright red eyes on her knees also shrank.

"Pfft..." Laitana couldn't stop laughing, but suddenly she heard Dahlia speak again...

……

She raised her head and bulged her cheeks as if she had suddenly made up her mind, and tried to raise her soft and thin voice: "As long as it is Mr. Brave...

As long as it is an adult, even if it is abolished, I will not kill it! "

"...!!!" Laitana raised her head in horror, now it's her turn to be dumbfounded!

As long as an adult destroys me, I'm willing to do something... It sounds terrible! !

"You..." She swallowed hard: "Don't tell me that you have always loved me—no, I'm from 100 years later, you shouldn't know me..." She thought It was about to become a paste, and started talking in a low voice.

"Most of the dragon emperors in the past died on the brave man." Dalia didn't hear it, so she explained softly: "It's a kind of fate... If I can die on you too... no, it's okay if I don't die... at least , the 'death' part of the vocation... can it be done a bit decently?"

That's it, Dahlia has always wanted to fulfill her "destiny" like a bewilderment, which is the meaning of her life.

……

Leitana fell silent suddenly.

She sighed deeply.

"Then we are really similar. I also have a duty—the difference is that I always want to escape, and you always want to bear it."

The difference is that she was born without a responsible heart and became the most powerful "brave" in history. The princess of the Dragon Clan is eager to bear the burden but is weak as paper.

God's will tricks people.

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Leitana stretched out her arms, holding the dagger in her right hand, and approached her.

Dahlia's face was flushed with excitement, she quickly sat up a little higher, raised her neck and closed her eyes, promising to be as obedient as a lamb.

Leitana dropped the dagger, knelt down and hugged her.The smell of leather cloth lingered in Dahlia's nose, and she felt that "weakness" again.

She opened her eyes in an instant and was surprised to find that there was darkness in front of her eyes—not the cold night in the past, but a soft darkness with a warm fragrance, which made people "reassuring".

Her heart started beating again, and the chaotic thoughts that she had never felt before the first meeting came back again, and began to affect her mind... This is something wrong, this is "weakness"... But the weather is too cold, she is so cold Craving for something warm.

"What a damned vocation, throw it away with me!" A slow, implying voice of resistance rang in her ears.

Lord Brave gritted his teeth and ordered.

……

In fact, this sentence was not addressed to Dahlia.She said it to herself.

Because the one who wanted to throw away the "fate" imposed on her by fate was Laitana.

Why can't she choose her own life?Must die in the great dragon slaying journey?Just because of the blood he was born with!She has been forced to be sensible and powerful since she was a child. Everyone's eyes are on her. On her shoulders are the fate and expectations of the ethnic group. She is so glorious... Who cares what she thinks in her heart?

Humans want to see her bring victory like a saint or god of war, they are so ecstatic, cheering, tears in their eyes and then accept the new life - as for the end of the brave, whether it is to live like a golden statue to be worshiped or to die with honor In Jihad...as it should be.

...It really makes me grind my teeth in anger!What on earth do they think she is!

She doesn't want to learn anything and smash anything, she wants to talk nonsense, she wants to be a scoundrel, trash, selfish, willful, and foolish! ... And this damn "brave", whoever loves to be whoever wants to be!

……

Leitana has been fighting against her destiny all her life. In fact, this carefree brave always holds a sword, so resolute and uncompromising.

But she is really too lonely, once she has such thoughts, the whole world will be against her... She doesn't expect anyone to understand her, but she sees people who are in the same boat... Her old enemy, her destiny, At the same time, it is a companion in such a similar situation.

... It's a pity Dahlia doesn't think so.Dahlia thought, but... she lost her vocation, what was she doing alive?

Dahlia pressed her face against the brave robe, took a deep breath of the warm fragrance, but didn't say it out.

She thinks this "weakness" is really great.

... Just this time, she stayed for another two seconds.