In Luzon, Sun Duolu walked us to be crowned and appointed himself king of Luzon.

However, in these places of Luzon, there were already many native kings, and these people were so powerful that they did not recognize Sun Duolu's kingship at all.

On the contrary, these earth kings seized the opportunity, and they began to encourage their subordinates to slaughter those immigrants of the Tang Dynasty.

Since the Tang immigrants were in Luzon and not as organized as they were in Fuso, they were slaughtered by the Tu kings of Luzon.

In Luzon, at this time, the representative of the interests of the Tang Dynasty immigrant merchants was a man named Du Ao, who could not have imagined that the Tang Dynasty would send an army of 100,000 before.

This time, Sun Duolu actually led an army of 100,000 to land on Luzon, but before they could gain a firm foothold, those Filipinos took action against the Tang immigrants under the leadership of the Tuwang.

After Tang Zhangwei knew that someone here had taken action against the Tang Dynasty immigrants, he immediately took advantage of this opportunity to lead troops to quell the chaos, and Tang Zhangwei wanted to show off the muscles of the Tang Dynasty again.

In his consciousness, a voice said: "Obey you, master."

Standing beside the crackling, pitted stone wall, Shuanghua saw two huge green eyes, reflecting her own reflection in them. The dragon was exactly what he had in mind: a complex color, hard leather, long spines sticking out of its back, and a curved neck – a true dragon! Its wings were not opened, but they had almost covered the two walls of the house.

The double flower stands right between its paws.

"Listen to me?" He asked, surprised and delighted.

Of course, the hosts.

The fire faded away. Shuanghua stretched out a finger tremblingly and pointed in the direction of the door in her impression: "Open the door." ”

The dragon lifted its massive head and spewed out a ball of fire again. But this time, as the muscles in the dragon's neck tightened, the color of the fireball faded from orange-red to light yellow, then white, and finally a very pale blue. At this moment, the tongue of fire turned into a narrow line and burned against the wall, and the shiny stone crackled and melted. Tongues of fire erupted onto the door, and the metal rained down like red-hot residue.

The firelight danced, and the shadows on the wall danced wildly. The metal scorched for a while, the light blinded, and then the door panel broke in half and collapsed in the aisle outside. The tongue of fire flickered and was as magical as when it spewed out.

Shuanghua cautiously stepped over the cooling door panel and looked left and right down the aisle - it was empty.

The dragon followed him. The door frame was so small that it took a bit of effort to get out, and it slammed into the wooden door frame with a flick of its shoulder. The giant beast looked at Shuanghua with great interest, its body shaking, and its skin twitched a few times. It seemed to be eager to stretch its wings in the narrow aisles.

"How did you get in?" Shuanghua asked.

You have summoned me, master.

"I don't think I've done that."

You're thinking about it. Your heart has called me to me. The dragon patiently explained in his head.

"You mean, as soon as I miss you, you come?"

Yes.

"Conjured?"

Yes.

"But I've been thinking about dragons all my life!"

In this place, the boundary between thought and reality is a little blurred. All I know is that one second ago, I wasn't there, and as soon as you thought of me, I came. So, naturally. I do what you tell me to do.

"Oh my God!"

Five or six guards turned into the aisle at this time. They froze, dumbfounded. One of them woke up, picked up his crossbow, and shot his arrows.

The dragon's chest heaved slightly, and the bolts exploded in the air, scattering burning fragments all over the place. The guards scattered and fled the scene. In less than a second, the place where they had just stood was on fire.

Shuanghua looked up at it in admiration.

"Can you fly?" He asked.

Of course.

Shuanghua looked around the aisle and decided not to chase the guards. Anyway, I'm already lost, and it's right to go wherever I go. He squeezed past the dragon and hurried forward, the behemoth following him with great difficulty.

The aisles are intricate, and they feel as if they are in a labyrinth. Walking somewhere, Shuanghua seemed to hear a howl coming from far behind them, but it quickly disappeared. Occasionally, they would pass through some tattered staircase, and dark arches could be seen in the shadows overhead. A dim light filtered in through the doorposts and shone on the large mirror built at the corner of the passageway, reflecting light and shadow everywhere. Sometimes, the patio in the distance brings a brighter glow.

"There's something strange," thought Shuanghua as she descended a large staircase and stepped into a cloud of silver-gray dust, "the passage here is much wider and better built. "There is a fireplace on the wall, and there are sculptures on it; Faded tapestries hang here and there on the walls. Most of the motifs on the tapestries are dragons – hundreds of dragons, flying, perched on rings, carrying people to hunt deer or even people.

Shuanghua cautiously reached out and touched a piece of tapestry. The material immediately shattered, and a puff of smoke rose from it, leaving only the part of it woven from fine gold threads, which became a dangling and broken web.

"Why did they leave these things?" He said.

I do not know. In his head, a voice told him politely.

He turned and looked up at the scaly horse face above his head.

"Dalong, what's your name?" Shuanghua asked.

I do not know.

"I'll call you Nelliz."

Okay, then I'll call it that.

They trudged through the dust, through one large hall after another. The hall was hewn out of a single block of rock, with black pillars supporting the dome. The walls are full of statues, stone beasts, reliefs and fluted columns. Whenever the double flower asks for a light, and the dragon breathes fire, these things on the wall cast strange shadows. They walked through long galleries and huge cavernous amphitheaters. Everything was buried in a layer of fine earth, and everything was deserted. It seems that no one has entered this dead stone cave for hundreds of years.

He spotted a path that led to another dark passageway.

There must be people who use this trail a lot, and only recently. On the dusty ground, there was only such a narrow strip of deep traces.

Shuanghua follows the path into a more magnificent hall, followed by a winding passageway, which is also spacious enough for a dragon (it seems that there have been dragons here). There was a room full of rotting saddles, the size of which was for dragons; There was also a room with plate and chain mail, the size of an elephant, and they walked up to two green bronze doors, each of which was so high that the top protruded into the darkness that it was impossible to see. In front of Shuanghua, about the height of his chest, there is a doorknob, a small copper dragon.

(End of chapter)