"Bell!"

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

The screeching sound of steel striking echoed through the purpose-carved clearing, and the children, who had barely seen the forge, covered their ears and endured the thunderous sound as they curiously poked their heads into the center of the blazing flames. Behind them, a young orc carrying a piece of wood stabbed his companion in embarrassment.

"Do we still need to add wood to the fire?" He asked.

His companion also showed a hesitant look, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Otherwise, let's go and ask Sal?" ”

If they could, they wouldn't bother Sal easily. At this time, their head wolf must have something more important to do. But what is happening in front of them is in conflict with the task they have undertaken.

The first round of wood used as fuel had burned out, but the flames showed no signs of extinguishing, but grew more and more intense as if they had been given some better fuel, reaching a height of more than two meters. The heat in their faces made the frostwolf orcs feel as if they were in the middle of a furnace, and in the blink of an eye, they were sweating profusely. But the sound of metal striking in the center of the fire was still steady, swift and powerful. This puts the young orc, who is in charge of refueling, in a dilemma, not knowing whether to stop it or wait on the sidelines.

Fortunately, someone saved them. Another human, who was also watching, walked over and said a few words. Although his orc language made the two orcs feel uncomfortable, they still understood what he meant. So he threw down the wood in his hand and beckoned the children to leave.

Albert looked at them for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the fire worriedly. Based on his experience in the past few days, he was no stranger to this kind of flame that burned out of thin air—it was not a flame that normally needed fuel, but was formed by summoning the elements.

In other words, this is the power of Dinein.

This conclusion can usually be equated with a loss of control, and Albert vividly remembers the sudden burst of fire, the raging winds out of thin air, the sudden flow of water, and the violently shaking ground, which all made them embarrassed. But he was surprised to find that the flames at this time showed no signs of spreading out of control. Despite not seeing the craftsman, Albert intuitively knew that his partner was safe.

Has he learned to control his powers? Albert thought unconvinced.

- But in reality, Dinen didn't know his condition either.

Forging can give him peace. All the pain that bothered him could be temporarily retreated in the sonorous and powerful percussion, as if the washing of flowing water made him calm and sober. So in such a chaotic situation, Dineh still picked up the forging hammer. Because he knew that he couldn't get out of control at this time.

But this time was different.

The blazing flames suddenly became a part of him. Dineen didn't know how he did it, but he could sense them. Emotions that had never been felt before came up. And this emotion is...... Joy?

Joy from the flames. They're ready, they can't wait, cheering, come on, join us and we'll start what you're waiting for, hurry up-

"Bell!"

It was like the first blow that was rushed down, but the corners of Dining's mouth involuntarily raised, completely infected by this eagerness. For a moment he couldn't tell the difference between himself and the flames - but didn't it matter?

Of course not.

Dinen opened her fingers, then plunged straight into the fire.

***

Koloris flapped his wings sharply, raising himself in height by a large margin, avoiding the oncoming frost. He spun around in the air for half a circle, gliding behind his rival and roaring to spew out his fury.

The ice-blue male dragon had expected this blow, and the blue light flickered to intercept the wave of fire. But the black dragon seized the opportunity to block his vision, brazenly broke through the barrier of fire and arcane, and pounced in front of the blue dragon. After a terrible thud, the smaller side suffered a solid loss in the hard-hitting impact, tumbling and falling in the air.

Koloris chased after him, his eyes fierce and murderous. But the blue dragon steadied himself in time and let out a brief roar. A dazzling light suddenly exploded, and the ice-blue figure disappeared with it.

The black dragon, which was only one step away from being able to touch the opponent, suddenly spread its wings to stop the momentum of the dive, and quickly spun in the air, but found no trace of the opponent. Immediately roared angrily.

Black dragons have the strongest physical qualities, so they don't like to use magic in battle. But the Blue Dragon is the opposite, the descendants of the Weaver have simply incorporated the consciousness of casting spells into their instincts. Therefore, these two groups will have a headache when they fight, because the other party happens to be the type they are not good at dealing with.

— but again the most familiar type.

Koloris, who seemed to be throwing a tantrum, half-narrowed his eyes and glanced around covertly. When he swept to a place that was clearly empty, he turned around almost without thinking, and a mouthful of fire erupted. The spitting mixed with the black ** force shattered the invisible barrier on the spot, and the blue dragon's originally hidden figure was suddenly revealed.

The black dragon roared triumphantly, and the dragon's tail flicked the opponent who seemed a little caught off guard, and then opened its mouth and bit down fiercely. He accurately caught the loophole of the blue dragon and bit the fragile wing bones in one bite.

The blue dragon let out a roar of pain, and the sharp claws of the kick left a shallow wound on the black dragon's chest. But Koloris allowed the blood to gush out like lava, and he bit his opponent tightly, shaking his head violently to increase the damage of the bite, and then flung the blue dragon to the ground.

The blue dragon, whose wings were almost completely torn apart on one side, tried his best to ease the trend of his fall. But the black dragon followed, rushing at him with murderous intent. The arcane light was rudely torn apart, and the blue dragon fell irrepressibly to the ground.

"Boom!"

Koloris spread his wings and stopped in the air, dodging the splashing snow. He hovered vigilantly above for a moment, until he could see the situation below, and then he landed with a thud - of course, much less than when the blue dragon landed involuntarily.

His opponent was unconscious, but he shook his head as he approached and tried to wake up, but the effort had no effect, only to make himself cough heavily, and cold blood splattered everywhere. The black dragon was amused by the useless effort, but he didn't hesitate to give him a claw as a warning.

"Don't die struggling, idiot!" Koloris gritted his teeth and leaned closer to the head, "Tell me where that place is, and maybe I can give you a happy death." ”

The blue dragon gasped heavily, and the damage from the fall almost killed him, and he couldn't speak at all for a while. Seeing this, the black dragon waited impatiently for a while, but as soon as his opponent regained a little strength, he couldn't wait to squeeze out a word: "No!" ”

It was only a matter of impulse for Koloris to bite the throat of the unscrupulous idiot, but he reined in and instead tore a chunk of flesh from the blue dragon's shoulder, spitting aside in disgust as his opponent screamed in pain.

"You know, I can find it on my own. The difference is only in the length of time. He gritted his teeth and threatened, "That's my legacy!" The power of our people! It belongs to us! ”

Hearing his words, the dying blue dragon actually gave birth to a force out of thin air and slammed Koloris's head to the side.

"Don't think!" He roared loudly, "Gift of the Titan...... It should belong to the true Guardians, not ...... You shameless traitors! ”

Koloris was utterly annoyed by the curse. The black dragon raised its front paws to press the blue dragon's head, and its red eyes were staring at each other with rage, looking terrifying.

"Maybe I'm a traitor, but you must be a fool!" He roared like a bell, "Don't challenge my endurance, or I'll tear your head off your neck right now!" Tell me where the cemetery is! ”

"In the name of our lord Malygos... Ahem, you're never going to get the ...... you want."

Koloris's anger reached a breaking point. He decided to tear the blue dragon to pieces bit by bit at once - but that's when that familiar feeling returned.

This time the black dragon did not miss it. He was stunned for a moment, then his surprise was replaced by ecstasy. The sense of victory made Koloris laugh out loud.

"Look!" He triumphantly boasted to his opponent, "Your resistance is completely useless!" Now I've found what I'm looking for! This power is still mine! ”

The blue dragon's panic and disbelief entertained him well, so Koloris put away the idea of tearing the other party apart. Anyway, the seriously injured blue dragon can't stop him, so it's better to leave the opponent here and let him feel the taste of frustration and despair before he dies.

"Enjoy your failure, trash!" He laughed wildly and spread his wings and leaped to his feet, completely oblivious to the look of his defeated men.

The blue dragon struggled to raise his head, not at all happy that he had escaped death. But after seeing the direction in which the black dragon flew away, his panic turned to consternation.

"No, not in that direction," he said to himself, relieved, and then confused, "over there...... What's there, exactly? ”

***

What's there?

There's a group of orcs ecstatic about the new weapon, and an angry dragon slayer.

"At least we're prepared much ahead of schedule...... Albert said euphemistically, giving Sal a look and telling him to take his people away.

Dining, who was angry, gulped down the potion that replenished his spiritual power, but he didn't hear this.

The paladin spread his hands in despair and gave up persuasion. And Sal covered his eyes, wondering if Dinin was going to be at odds with the elements for the rest of his life.

But this time, which might be more appropriate to describe as "accidental," is milder than the last time it went on a rampage. First, Dinin didn't feel any discomfort except for a headache, and secondly, he didn't cause any damage, but greatly promoted the progress of forging weapons. The amount of work that was expected to last a day and a half ended in just a few hours, and these rudimentary conditions would not have been possible without the assistance of elemental fire.

…… Of course, it would be nice to say hello in advance.

That's where Dinein's anger comes from. Uncontrolled power can cause him some trouble at most, and it is absolutely dangerous to try to control his power in turn. He would never allow that to happen.

But just as he was thinking about how to respond, a wolf howl was heard in the distance. One after the other, like a relay from far to near, and the last one was picked up by the frostwolf at Thrall's feet, which was heard throughout the camp.

"The dragon is coming!" Sal said quickly.

The frost wolf cannot participate in this hunt, after all, the dragon clan is also the top predator of the food chain, and the semi-wild frost wolf cannot resist such a threat. They only serve as sentinels for warning, and later hide in the cave with the children.

Thrall patted the frostwolves on the head and motioned for them to leave, then looked up in the direction where the wolf howl was coming from. It didn't take much trouble for him to find his target—at first it was just a small black dot, but as the interval shortened, the pattern became clearer. It was the black dragon he had ever seen.

As the black dragon approached, that kind of hideous momentum also followed. The sporadic conversations between the orcs disappeared, and the original eagerness to try it cooled as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on it. Even Thrall and Albert changed color slightly, grabbing their respective weapons.

No matter how many times I imagined such a scene in my heart, I couldn't imagine that I could feel the sense of insignificance and powerlessness when I was really facing a dragon. This is the innate limitation of the mortal race, a heavenly ravine that cannot be crossed.

The only one who wasn't affected was probably Dining. The craftsman, who was still in an unhappy mood, glanced coldly at the approaching black dragon, and casually commented: "The body length is seventeen meters, the wingspan is twenty-four meters, the body proportions are coordinated, the crown of the head is fully developed, the muscles are smooth and tight, the scales are regular and orderly, it looks quite healthy, not bad." ”

"How do I think you mean you're going to eat this dragon?"

"Don't judge our current opponents in the tone of an animal, can you, man?"

Albert and Sal complained in unison. After finishing speaking, they were stunned for a moment, looked at Dining, who was still nothing, and then glanced at each other, and laughed helplessly.

Sal, who had completely forgotten his nervousness, smiled and waved his hand, leaping down the hill where they were standing, and landing beside his own people. He strode through the loose array, stood at the forefront of everyone's gaze, raised his battle axe in the direction of the black dragon, and shouted, "Frost Wolf Clan——! ”

In response to him was the weapon raised by Qi Brush. For the first time after years of silence, the war-like and uniform battle cries of the orcs rang out in this land of ice and snow.

“——Lok’tar o gar！”