Several times Dagang tried to support its body on all fours, but it did not succeed, and it knew that its life was coming to an end.

"So, for the sake of hatred, you have taken the lives of so many of my innocent people now, thousands of years later!? What kind of logic is this? Our Wood Elf ancestor, Forrest, has been frozen by you for a thousand years for what he did to you, and my people have never taken a step forward to the Storm Cliffs since him, are you wagging your tail at me for such evil deeds in Nilda Heights? "Wood's face was bloodless, fearlessly climbing the Dragon Cliff, he only wanted to use the sword of light left by his ancestors to kill the dragon of Dagang.

"O leader of the Rus'. You'd better save some effort. I'm going to die, my body has been pierced by lightning, the sheer force in my body is melting me, and your weapon has been poured into my lungs. I've already said what I need to say, I'm just begging you not to kill the child in my egg. And I'm not wagging my tail and begging for mercy. Dagang gave up the struggle, and the dragon's eyes that had fallen in the ice and snow became more and more dim, "We dragons will never wag their tails and beg for mercy like invaders!" ”

"Dagang! I have always sought justice, and I will never deprive innocent beings of their lives. I'm not you. Will take out hatred on innocent creatures! Wood stopped his climb and looked at the dargang, the drowning dragon, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, and even though his voice became hoarse, he still shouted hysterically, "I'm fed up with this dark history of wood elves and dragons. As I said earlier! When you die, it's all over! ”

"Little by little, the source of my life is running out. I can see that your anger is fake, but there are countless doubts in your heart to be true. A thousand years have given me a thousand years of wisdom. As long as you promise me to protect the child in my egg, I will tell you everything you want to know in the last hours of this life. Woo! The dragon Dagang fluttered slightly on the broken dragon wings, "Otherwise, these mysteries will never be solved by you!" ”

"Dagang, I swear to Forrest behind me that I will protect your child, and if I can get out of this storm cliff alive, I will treat it as my child! But I will never let it know you exist! Of course, if I die on this storm cliff, it will be raised by the Wood Elves, and if it is as evil as you are, then the wrath of the Wood Elves will destroy it! I can destroy you, and my people can use their wits and guts to destroy it! The hatred in Wood's deep eyes gradually dissipated, "Now that you have seen through my thoughts, now, I want to know, why did the druids hide the truth of this history?" Tell me. ”

"Smart is a name you're not unfamiliar with. He used to be the assistant of you Rus' worshipping 'God' Forrester, the guy who looked almost exactly like Forrest. It was he who was hiding the truth, that guy was cowardly and mercenary, he deceived his master Forrestal, but this self-esteemed Forrester was kept in the dark until he died! The dragon Dagang replied with contempt and disdain, "This man is one of your shameful ancestors, and I have a blood feud with him!" I can feel his disgusting breath in you, one that I will never forget. This guy is still hiding in the shadows, and he is still alive and well! You're another substitute for his ambitions! ”

"You mean that after Forrestal, the first Wood Elf King to establish the Elvenian Hort dynasty, my ancestor Smart and I looked almost identical? Do you still smell him from me? I've never seen a wood elf exactly like me. Except for the ancestor who slept peacefully in the snow, Forrest. Yes, I saw it in my dreams. The hatred that disappeared in Wood's eyes was replaced by a look full of doubt, "It's been a thousand years, Smart is long dead, and his remains are still in the ossuary beneath the palace of Unocal King. No matter how long a wood elf lives, it won't live for a hundred and twenty years! ”

"We dragons ruled the world at that time because we had sturdy scales and powerful dragon roars that no other beast could match, but the sword in your hand could easily hurt me. There's nothing you can't do. You have come with the catastrophe of a thousand years ago, and you have brought with you the doom of the destruction of the dragons. Smart is right next to you, maybe he has been able to achieve his ulterior motives by pretending to be himself, he has turned his back on his master Forrest, and he can also play with you, the leader of the Rus, in the applause, and for a thousand years that the guy with an unknown heart has played with his plot for a thousand years! Dagang's dragon scales gradually dimmed, and the former dragon roar turned into a low dragon groan.

"You're lying, that's not what the druids write about at all. It was Forrester who jumped on your dragon's back during the Battle of the Arral Valley, and you flew my ancestors to the Storm Cliffs. Wood shook his head, Smart would never do such a thing in his mind, on the contrary, he was the king of the Wood Elves who was respected by all the Wood Elves in his second generation after Forrest, and was equivalent to the embodiment of justice.

"Oh, my poor identical sisters, those shameless intruders have concealed the truth about your death! I ask you, chief of the Rus', isn't what you call the valley of Arral the valley of Euedpam the valley of Ooedham? I don't know how the druids who wrote about your so-called history books saw that Forrester was taken to Storm Cliffs, unless reptiles like you can fly, just like us! I'll tell you the truth, death is but a relief for me in pain, tell you, my ears can still hear your heartbeat, the leader of the Rus, the dragon of Dagan means me and my identical sisters, not me. We have our own name. During the Battle of the Arral Valley, my sisters were reduced to dust by your arrows of sin through the dragon's belly, not to mention carrying Forrester into the skies and making it here, but I wish it was like that. Forrest and Smart led you Rus to expel me from the Dragon Cliff that you call Dragon Roaring Mountain, originally Forrester and Smart agreed to prepare to surround and shoot me in your current Nilda Gang City, but Smart deliberately did not arrive on time, of course I will not let go of this opportunity when I know everything, just like now you come to Nildagang" The dragon Dagang's whole body began to tremble, and the huge body began to fall apart, and the ring-shaped dragon nest on the top of the Storm Mountain Cliff was shaken by the dragon's body, The soft snow on the surface began to crumble, and the snow waves rolled up and rushed towards Wood below the slope, "You looked the same way a thousand years ago. Smart takes advantage of this! Woo! ”

Wood was swept over by the snow waves, and as the snow rolled towards the dragon egg in the center of the dragon's lair, it finally came to rest at the dragon egg.

Wood's eyes were misty, the clouds were rolling, the thunderous sky was making him lose his sense of time, and he felt like he was going crazy about the long night.

"The leader of the Rus' people remembers your promise," Wood's gaze looked at the dragon Dagang again, and the body of the dragon had quickly turned into a pile of dust, and with the wind blowing over the Storm Mountain Cliff, the remains of the dragon Dagang were swept up by the wind, and the ashes were annihilated, like a white snow mist flying into the sea of ice under the Storm Mountain Cliff.

The mystery of history was suddenly solved in Wood's heart, and the scenes of weaving lies and truths were entangled with each other, all of which pointed to a final truth, that Tark was a world of the jungle. The loser can never be treated fairly by history, which is like the woman among the Trians who sold her youth for a living. He also understood that his ancestor Forrester was not a god, and that Forrester was just a flesh-and-blood wood elf like himself. Smart is not the embodiment of justice, and those auras of justice are nothing more than lies made up by others for future generations.

"Let the dragon of Dagang keep hatred and your body gone with the wind away from us, and your child will be raised by our Wood Elves, who will be our Wood Elves' friends, and will have a territory of his own like the Giant Eagles; But you will never be mentioned, because you are the sad past of history, and your name will forever be a forbidden word for the druids to keep silent. However, I had to find out Smart who was hiding beside me, and something that puzzled me suddenly became clear before my eyes, the sudden death of the royal brother, the war in Erwinia. Smart, why on earth are you doing this? Wood knelt on the snow as he tried to dig out Forrest's body in the snow beneath him, but he was unable to do so, "O my ancestors, you have carved out a territory, and although it was a dark past for the dragons, the dragons have been reduced to dust, and you will remain like a totem in the hearts of your descendants, and your body will be forever attached to the earth." Your legend will continue. While I know the lies woven by the druids, let the lies that cover up the truth serve the Elvenian Forrest Hort family forever. But, Smart, I'm going to find out what is behind the fate of Erwinia. I want to ask him why he treats his children and grandchildren like this! Why choose perfidy! ”

"Woo! Woo ah! Woo ah!! A shrill cry burst out of the shell, and a new life slowly crawled out of the dragon's egg, the young dragon's eyes were completely different from its mother's hateful eyes, and the light green dragon's eyes were full of curiosity about this strange world. It shook its head, shook its wings and curled up its forelimbs, and ran towards Wood with its slightly stronger hind limbs, and the agile young dragon jumped on Wood's shoulder, stretched out its tongue and licked Wood's cold face, apparently it saw Wood as its mother, Wood looked sideways at this lovely young dragon, from the clear dragon eyes of the young dragon, he seemed to see the rise of Elvinia and the hope for tomorrow.

“МОгезЦМ・тг・ем・могез。” Wood felt the world spin in front of him, the sword of light he was holding tightly in his left hand suddenly fell into the snow at the top of the icy storm cliff, his festering right hand resting on his chest, and he felt like he had never felt at peace.

The young dragon let out a terrible cry at Wood's side, licking his cold face.

Only the whirring wind answered the poor little life.