The life of the ancient dragon species is unlimited, so let's start here. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's normal for us to live for a long time and then die again and again over a longer period of time.

Most of the time, the only ones who can kill me are other ancient dragons. Other guys who can be called "buddies" occasionally show a side that is not very kind to me...... Well, it's not an exaggeration to say "often" and "never die".

Interestingly, even my best friend has killed me more than once.

My most distant memory of it is precisely one such battle. It wasn't the first time I've met it - we were best friends a long time ago.

We fought while crossing the entire sea of sand. It was strong, its dark and shiny scales could easily withstand my claw strikes, and its wide wings flapped open to make my tongue feel like it was grabbing a mountain floating in the air. The fog and light I created were blown away by the blizzard it summoned, and I had never seen anyone of my kind who could use abilities that were not part of their own talent with such weight before me.

I've run out of tricks, and I'm stuck on a piece of gravel and don't dare to move—and now that I think about it, it's still too stupid to do so, and in the desert sun, no matter how much you distort the light, the shadow below you will honestly point out your position. I guess that's why I've only been willing to wander in cloudy swamps and rainforests ever since.

Anyway, its claws stabbed through its vest and crushed my dragon jade. This annoys me, I don't reject the emptiness and stillness of waiting to be reborn, and even enjoy it, but I'm a little tired of the process of regaining my strength and memories little by little, starting with "who I am", and I will become fragile and bored in those days, like all the lower monsters.

"Oonazchi?" The ancient dragon species behind him exclaimed, "It's actually you?" ”

"Of course it's me! You stupid guy! "I'm dying anyway, and I'm desperate to use up what little strength I have left in the howl," I called your name on the other side of the sand sea, so what's the use? It's not like you're chasing and beating ......."

"I ...... Excuse me. It pulled out its claws embedded in the back of my heart, and the barbs on the claws brought out a large lump of flesh, which made me miserable again, "I was in the rebirth period, and my memory was only a little bit back, and I didn't recognize you. ”

"Oh Karma! Should have known it was so! "That's the second reason for my chagrin, it's much younger than I was at the time, but it already has a power that I can't even match. In later memory, I never won against it once. There are many ancient dragons who can hurt me, but there are only a limited number of ancient ones who can kill me under reciprocal conditions, and he is an exception.

"All in all," I crouched down, looking resigned, but snickering at the remorse it had transmitted through the dragon's cavity, "you killed me again, what else is new?" ”

It knelt beside me in a bit of confusion, and my eyelids began to sink to see only its claws stained with my blood.

Then I said, "In case your memory will never be restored in this life, just take it as a gift to an old friend, there is a gray-blue metal ore in the snow-capped mountains of the south, you should taste that." At least I remember, you used to like the sweetness of the stone the most. ”

"Really? I'll try. It rubbed its head against my wings and promised, it was the last thing I perceived.

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I don't have much time to make peace with it, it's very belligerent, and most of its life is either in the recovery period of memory, or in the recovery period of memory, and it takes pleasure in fighting them, except for a few of the most ancient, probably all the ancient dragons have been provoked by him. When it has no opponents, it will occasionally have fun with dragons such as the Dragon or the Golden Lion.

"The real dragon is dignified, how can he retreat in the face of battle?" As I say this, it and I are standing at the top of the Flasia Mountains, and we occasionally do this on trips across two continents.

"So before you say that, at least swallow a mouthful of ore." I looked helplessly at the gray-blue debris in its mouth with one eye, "And, remind me—is there a battle that you didn't provoke?" ”

"This time." It continued my words, but suddenly became serious, and chewed the ice metal in its mouth with a clatter.

I was silent.

The moonlight was beautiful, and under the deliberate control of the two ancient dragon species, there was not a single cloud in the sky within a hundred miles. My other eye looked up into the sky, and my thoughts drifted to the ravine of the moon, and I remember naming them, but those names have probably long since been forgotten in the depths of my memory.

"You don't need to do that, Kusharutaola." I whispered.

"This is my own choice, and it has nothing to do with the outcome of other similar discussions." I couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation in its words, "Even if I don't do it, they'll be the first to find me." My talent is more of a curse than something to hide. ”

"You're going to die."

"We're real dragons, and that's the last thing we should worry about." It became relaxed, its nostrils snorting hot air one by one, "Come on, show me that." ”

"No...... I mean, you're really going to die this time. "I touched the tip of my nose to the hot mist it spewed, and the mist changed shape in the air, slowly forming a hanging elven deer," they all said, humans already had the ability to actually kill us. ”

"That's for the best." It turned its face sideways, one eye staring at my lively tricks, "I'm almost tired of it, too." ”

I know what it's about.

Its talents, even though they have never been actively used, cannot be stopped at its will. Ever since we met, it has been constantly migrating and fighting - living too long, or staying in one place for too long, can turn everything within its territory into a lifeless sea of sand. Unlike us, it can't take the initiative to touch living creatures other than the ancient dragon species, but all the creatures it touches will die quickly without exception, and only the dragon family can barely resist it. The Immortal's last remaining pleasure, wandering the world, gathering knowledge and experience, is something it has never experienced. Occasionally, even I wonder what keeps it alive and hasn't gone crazy, though I'm not sure if our bodies have the ability to "go crazy".

The idea of seeking death may have grown after its last resurrection, and this war was just a timely occasion for it.

"I can help you," I said, but found myself unable to articulate it, "I mean...... When fighting. ”

"You? Forget it," it teased, "no offense, but you're too weak, and if you go to war, you'll probably die sooner than I do." ”

That's right, all my talents are for "hiding", which really won't help you on the battlefield. However, when my long-time best friend said it to his face, the dignity of the true dragon seemed to have been severely damaged, so I shook my head, and the elven deer hanging in the air dispersed into a stream of mist, all of which pounced on its face.

"Hey! It's going to rust! It flapped its wings again and again, dissipating the fog in front of it, its black claws leaning against my scales before I could even notice it, "Seriously, I envy you." Your talent is one of the most special of our kind. If one day all the true dragons die on the battlefield, you will definitely be the last one to live. ”

"For my sake, live well - and, even for my sake, never be killed by humans." The sound echoed from above, and my eyes were so proud that I could only catch a faint whirlwind in the night sky.

It didn't really like the smell of ice crystals, and maybe it would be a long time before the joke was broken, I thought at the time.