The cracked earth and rocks continued to roll down, and at some point the tunnel from "uphill" to "downhill" became a slide-like structure, and the sound of "crackling" came closer and closer from the pitch black.

Brandon was full of excitement, holding the "miniaturized" version of himself in his arms, and he didn't want to rush straight to the rock wall on one side.

"Boom!"

The boulder falling above his head exploded beside him, and His Royal Highness the Prince, who was affected, felt as if someone had kicked his feet behind him, and the whole person smashed on the rock wall.

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

In the smoke and dust, two figures, one large and one small, were coughing desperately.

"Ahem, ahem... Run, we have to run......" Struggling to get up, Brandon kept shaking on both legs: "Can't stop, run... Ahem, ahem... Run!"

"Run?Where are you going?!"

The red eyes flashed with a frightened color, and the six gods of "Little Brandon" were masterless: "It's so dark everywhere here, there's no place to run!"

"Whatever, just run with me!"

Holding the young man's hand without saying anything, Brandon, who was gritting his teeth, ran straight ahead.

They had barely taken a few steps when another roar exploded behind the two of them—where they had risen, it had cracked and collapsed into a pile of rubble.

If you don't get up just now, you will either fall down or be buried alive.

But Brandon had no interest in looking back any more, and just ran forward with a desperate stride.

The pale-faced "Little Brandon" also seemed to have finally realized, and no longer talked much, just desperately trying to keep up with him.

The sound of non-stop explosions was still coming from behind the two, like a fierce beast chasing its prey letting out an excited roar, chasing after them, urging them not to stop for a moment.

However, the tunnel "continued to collapse" because of the falling rubble and cracked ground, and the two of them bumped and bumped along the way, slipped and fell, and even rolled over many times, leaving their noses and faces swollen.

But they're still running.

Run without your life!

There was no such thing as visibility in the pitch-black tunnel, and there was no difference between opening and closing their eyes, and perhaps the next second they would be in front of them an abyss that could not see the bottom, or an earthen wall that would make two people commit suicide.

Brandon didn't care at all, and ran straight and wild, not even pausing a little to slow down, and seeing the road ahead.

A memory that has been buried for a long time, or even thought it was just a dream countless times, is flooding up.

It's fast, it's fast.

"Boom ————!!!!"

With a sudden shock, the whole tunnel seemed to be "hit" by something, and the rubble that fell to the ground bounced up one after another - the two people who were running wildly were no exception, and they were directly shocked and flew out.

hugged "Little Brandon", and His Royal Highness the Prince, who was covered in injuries, rolled for an unknown number of laps in a row before finally "exhausting" his inertia and stopped.

In the next second, the whole tunnel suddenly stopped shaking and no longer "collapsed", and the slide-like ground became much smoother again, and everything returned to normal.

Weakly let go of his hands, the red-haired boy in his arms naturally rolled out of Brandon's arms, and the two people, one big and one small, just lay on the cold ground, looking up at the pitch black, gasping for breath in horror.

In the dead silence of the tunnel, all they could hear was the sound of themselves and each other's gasps.

"I—we're coughing... Rest for a while...... "Brandon, who was out of breath, lay on the ground and coughed repeatedly: "Recover a little strength, and then continue to ......"

"I'm quitting!"

"Little Brandon", who looked frightened, suddenly screamed, trembling and in a trance: "Why do I have to come to this hellish place, why am I not the one who suffers, who am I offended?!"

A shrill and piercing voice echoed through the tunnel, over and over again.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who raised his gaze, didn't say a word, and looked at him with a very complicated expression.

"If you want me to say that all this was designed at the beginning, right--the Brotherhood of Connad will become the Dragon Rider, and I, the youngest son who 'accompanies the runner', will retreat in spite of the difficulties, and the one who is responsible for setting off his bravery, greatness and determination, I know it clearly!"

"So why do you torture me so much, you want to kill me? Can't you have a little tacit understanding, do you have to beat people to death with a stick... Could it be that they can only settle down when they hear with their own ears that I, the disgraced prince, are dead?!"

"Tell me, please tell me!" the hysterical "little Brandon" clutched Brandon's arm, his eyes red—though his eyes were already red—and there was a cry in his voice:

"What do you need to do to make them stop tossing me like this?

Looking at those frightened eyes, Brandon wanted to say a few witty deceptive words to coax him several times, but he couldn't say anything.

Don't... Do you want to lie to yourself?

"No... They will never let their guard down on you. With some indescribable emotion, Brandon, who looked at "Little Brandon", said in a deep voice: "Because you are the youngest son of Eckhart, the second heir of the empire. ”

"That's why you have to keep going, because this time... Only this time will you have a chance to compete fairly with your brother - no matter how difficult it is, you will only be able to win back a city here!"

"But I don't want to be an emperor at all, I don't want to be an emperor!" the red-haired boy choked up: "I don't want to rob Conod at all, not to mention that I can't rob him at all!"

"He's the eldest son, the crown prince and the prince of East Sakland, and everyone spoils him and holds him - what am I?!"

The red-haired boy gave up on himself.

But Brandon couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

"Listen, listen to what you say. Brandon chuckled, with a hint of smugness in his voice, "Do you still want to tell me that you're not jealous of him at all?"

"Of course I'm jealous, I'm dying of jealousy!" Brandon Jr. became more and more self-defeating, "but what's the use, no one likes me—in the eyes of those people, I'm probably like a madman who likes to cause trouble!"

"That's right, it's crazy - no matter how much I do, whether it's right or wrong, it's as if they're looking at me with that kind of look, either afraid that I'm stealing the limelight from Conod or worrying that he's being held back by me!"

"Then be a madman!"

Suddenly standing up, a burning-eyed Brandon blurted out, "Be a madman who exceeds their expectations and do anything that will make them feel scared and panic - they can't hate you more anyway!"

"Since you can't make them love you, let them be afraid of you!"

Little Brandon's eyes widened, and he looked at the person in front of him with some fear but some inexplicable excitement.

"Like now... Think about it, if you get the dragon's contract, even go further;" Brandon stared into his eyes and deliberately lowered his voice:

"Only you're the dragon's approval, but Conod isn't, those people... How will they feel, how will they react?"

Little Brandon was stunned, and he didn't know how to react at all.

Shocked, angry, frightened, surprised?

Perhaps, there will be a little bit more... Well, admit it?

At least, they won't be treated as an eyesore anymore, right?

Right now......

"Boom ——————!!!!"

Once again, a loud bang came from behind them, followed by a continuous wave of vibrations.

The stunned little Brandon instinctively got up and prepared to run away, but was held by Brandon and left in place.

"Don't be nervous, listen to me!"

Holding the red-haired boy's delicate wrist, Brandon, who was also nervous, stared at him and said quickly: "You have family, people you love, maybe there are one or two people who can be friends in the future, there are people who hate you and people who don't hate you so much......"

"But remember, always, always only trust yourself... Alone. ”

"All you have to do is hold on to everything you can get and never let go... As for dreams, ambitions and aspirations, there is no need to rush, sooner or later. ”

"But before that, before you really understand what you desire, you still need capital, a capital that can save your life and win a place without being ignored - for you, there is no more valuable capital than the name 'Dragon Rider', you know?!"

Little Brandon glanced at Brandon, who looked eagerly, and couldn't help but look up at the roar from the darkness behind the two of them, which was getting closer and closer, and nodded desperately anxiously.

"Very good, then let's run!"

Brandon, who got up with his hands and feet, and no longer had the slightest fear on his face, held the hand of "Little Brandon", and there was a little more rare "impassioned" in his expression:

"Let's take back the First City from our beloved Brother Connad!"

..............................

"Boom ......"

The deafening roar shook the entire "Wimpal Academy", and even the blazing black sun in the sky became more and more dim.

The hall of Wimpal Academy, with its doors closed, was also pitch black.

Standing in this empty hall, the little wizard nervously looked at Loren, who was standing on one knee in front of the door, clutching the "bright silver" in his hand, and his face was clenched with teeth, as if he was "wrestling" with something.

In fact, the situation was basically different from what she had guessed.

After he really opened the dream world, Loren really realized how terrifying this void power that had almost assimilated the entire Jufeng Mountain - not to mention breaking it, even a short period of holding it off from being broken in turn had already made him do his best!

Less than a minute had passed, and he could barely hold on to the last "hall" from being completely torn apart from the other side, and it didn't seem like it would take much time.

Compared to when he fought with Metzka in the Ancient Wood Forest, it was naturally much stronger, but it was still far from enough.

But it didn't matter, he didn't expect himself to be able to fight against the creations left over from the Dragon Kingdom era anyway.

It would be enough to tear a little bit of the gap open to buy Isaac and the others some time, and by the way, let the "big lizards" realize that things are not going as smoothly as they thought.

This trip to Jufeng Mountain, no matter from any aspect, his own side is a passive and a loser, and since he has taken care of the loss, he has shown sufficient sincerity and apology, which is a matter of course.

But even so, they must not whisper and let the other side think that it is a soft persimmon that they can handle, and they still have to resist where they should resist - lose, but they can't lose.

"Boom ——!!!!"

There was another loud bang, and the entire dream world trembled.

Loren felt like a nail had been smashed into his head, and his whole face began to twist.

The little wizard standing behind Loren looked at him nervously, but he was afraid that he would cause chaos and did not dare to step forward, and he was in a dilemma.

Come on, come out.

You must have noticed that something is wrong, why are you still hiding from me?

"Bang ——!!!!"

Another shock and shock.

"Loren?!"

The screaming little wizard looked at the trembling black-haired wizard and jerked his head down and hurriedly pounced.

"I'm fine!"

Reaching out to stop Ain, Loren, who hissed, gritted his teeth and raised his head, his mind was already in a trance.

Just now, the pressure that had obviously begun to decrease suddenly became stronger, obviously not the rejection of the assimilation space itself, but the result of the other party having already begun to interfere with it himself.

Hum... Finally can't take it anymore?

Loren, whose expression was distorted in pain, couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth.

But in less than a second, another tremor came.

"Boom ——————!!!!"

A deafening sound exploded in the black-haired wizard's mind.

Loren, who was trembling all over, couldn't support it anymore, and the moment he fell down, he was supported by the little wizard behind him in time, and finally landed without facing the door.

The roar continued one after another, and the entire dream world toppled over, leaving not even the ruins of the broken walls.

"Loren ......"

Ai Yin, who was holding him behind him, whispered softly, with a hint of trill: "Front, front......"

Is it coming?

Holding back the sharp pain in his head, the black-haired wizard slowly raised his gaze.

The first thing that caught his eye was the familiar, amber eyes.

The scales of sterling silver are layered on top of each other, and they are so dazzling and dazzling even in the dark, and they are full of brilliance.

Graceful and smooth curves, like a sculptural figure, are presented in front of you.

Behind him, Milashis and Grum bowed their dragon heads, as if they were swearing to surrender - even without them, the faint coercion and unparalleled gesture exuded awe-inspiring power.

That's right, there is no need to think about it at all, Loren already knows the "one" in front of him... Who the hell is it?

With his eyes flickering, the silver dragon slowly lowered its head slightly, as if it was looking, as if waiting for something, staring motionlessly at the black-haired wizard's every move.

It's like a majestic monarch waiting for his subjects to open their mouths and pay homage to them.

That's right, the monarch ... Aside from this word, Loren couldn't imagine how to describe a behemoth that was at least two or three times larger than the dragon Milasis, a desolate beast.

The Lord of Jufeng Mountain, the longest-lived dragon so far, is rumored to have survived for thousands of years.

Silver Dragon......

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