readx;? The old spotted leaf dragon's answer was completely unexpected. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"That would be my grave. It said.

The surprise on the young ice dragon's face seemed to make it feel a little ridiculous. It lay down, its dull scales rubbing against each other and making a soft clatter like a dry leaf.

"I'm too old to fly to the Island of Dragonbones - and I don't want to. "I've heard that guy has created a pretty nice world for himself, with trees that never die and flowers that never wither...... What better resting place than that? I hope you can find that cane and destroy it once I enter that world...... If you can do it, I will answer all your questions without concealment before you fall asleep. ”

“...... Good. After a moment of silence, Iss agreed very dryly, making a strange gesture with his right hand, "Swear by the Spirit of Eternity." ”

"As a sign of good faith," it said, "I can pay a little in advance...... What do you want to know?"

Isis pulled the knife out of his bosom and held it high, the summer sun dancing on the beautiful fine gold carved handle and the dark blade, shining with a light that had no warmth.

The spotted leaf dragon lifted its neck, its slender pupils constricted into a black line, and suddenly it remained motionless like a statue. Suspicious that it might not be able to see such a small object clearly, Iss was wondering if it should come closer, when a low laugh rolled out of its belly like thunder in the distance.

"What is this ridiculous thing?" it said, laughing so hard that it could barely stop, and Iss feared it would die there.

He stood awkwardly in place, tempted to throw this "ridiculous thing" at the other man's nose.

"Putting this terrible aesthetic aside...... "The old spotted leaf dragon flicked the tears that came out of the corners of his eyes and calmed down, "The dragon and the beauty...... It's strangely a good fit for this piece of broken iron. ”

"So you know what it is?" asked Is.

"Oh, no one knows better than I do. The twisted and broken claws of the spotted leaf dragon smugly tapped the ground that began to melt, "I was there when that sword was forged from the flames of the dragon's spew...... The Sword of Acton, I didn't expect to see it again before I died...... Even if it's just a fragment. ”.

The spotted leaf dragon is cunning and changeable, full of curiosity, but also extremely cautious. They engage and talk about everything with gusto, but in the vast majority of stories they are just inconsequential bystanders.

But in this story, the old spotted leaf dragon proudly believes that it is irreplaceable, if not the protagonist.

The metal that forged Acton's Sword was not something mysterious from another world. It was really just a piece of broken iron—Acton's weapon, a heavy greatsword, broken beneath the elves' razor-sharp blades. Acton was desperate at that time, but he didn't care. When the Spotted Leaf Dragon found him, he was standing under the Blood Moon with a dead woman in his arms, as if he had been standing there for thousands of years and would stand forever. In front of him, nearly ten well-armed elven warriors exchanged uneasy glances, and none of them dared to take another step forward.

Curious, the spotted leaf dragon discovered that the "woman" who had covered her ears with a bun turned out to be an elf...... The man's intense sadness, despair, and anger inexplicably reminded the young Spotted Leaf Dragon of his long-lost friend. It originally planned to hide in the shadows and watch a good show, but on impulse, it rescued Acton.

The human warrior, almost delirious from the massive blow, has no fear of a flickering dragon...... Not even interested. He sat on the ground with the corpse in his arms, as if the world no longer existed for him.

The spotted leaf dragon soon regretted it. After the Battle of Alamit, the dragons scattered in a panic and collapsed. Although the elves suffered the same losses, it was still unwise to provoke them at such a time for a dragon who was not very capable of fighting.

However, as it was about to leave the man who had never said a word, and spread its wings, Acton suddenly looked up and asked it:

"How do you kill a god?"

The spotted leaf dragon folded its wings in surprise. As creatures also created by God, elves and dwarves would never have such thoughts, while humans ...... How dare such a despised, vulgar and short-lived creature ask such a question?

No matter what kind of emotions it was driven by, the flames that burned in the eyes of men reminded the legendary giants - the strong and free will, the courage of even the gods to resist...... A rare, perfect chess piece.

It boldly takes Acton to visit an old dragon, even if it has to carry a corpse at the same time—a man who has fallen into madness stubbornly refuses to let go of his wife.

Descending from an ancient and powerful family, the dragon witnessed the fierce war between giants and gods as a young child. It was more than happy to tell each dragon how its ancestors harnessed the power of giants, their wrath, and their knowledge of the gods to destroy the gods who stood high, invaders from another world...... It's just that fewer and fewer people want to listen.

"A little bit" is a failure. No dragon has the patience to listen to it repeat its failures after failing again and again.

The spotted leaf dragon didn't expect to find a way to "kill a god" so easily, it just hoped that the "little bit" would make the anger in the man's heart burn more hot and lasting, and then, they still have a lot of time to think about it in the long run.

The dragon, so old that even its fiery scales turned russet rocks, lay on the top of the smoking volcano, squinting sly, giving the man unexpected advice.

"You already have the best weapons. It says, "Only the power of God can really hurt another God...... And your wife was a vessel for God. ”

The Sword of Acton was born from the top of that mountain—a flame that could melt everything with the dragon's power, fusing the flesh of the gods and the wrath of Acton's soul with the shattered greatsword.

The man did not hesitate in the slightest, perhaps because, at least, he and the elf he loved were forever united in this way.

The old Yanlong's spit was already weak. The young Yan Dragon, who had been called back by his father to forge the sword, was extremely impatient, apparently not believing that it would be of any use...... However, before it could take shape, the crudely shaped weapon had already shown terrifying power.

(To be continued.) )