"Mother?"

Faucet thought he would have to wait a long time, but he wasn't, he was confined semi-captive to a tall, empty fortress, surrounded by red-robed warlocks and priests, and he was just a mortal, but Fouquet had never been depressed or inferior to him, and even if any one of them could easily destroy a city? Fouquet couldn't invoke the power of the magic galaxy, he couldn't hear the voices of the gods, and even a mouse could bite his throat when he was a baby, but could anyone here have tasted more dragon's blood than he did? Fouquet could hear the comfortable cries of bones, nerves, and flesh as it flowed into his body—more, more, more! never enough...... More to come!

The woman standing in front of him was unmistakably elegant and flamboyant, a supreme gesture that would never appear on the face of a mortal, and she made a gesture for Fouquet to follow her, and the crimson velvet robe, so thick that it seemed to drip blood at any moment, dragged all the way to the ground, she was not Gredy, but only a projection of Gredy— Fouquet had never seen his mother's true form, he only knew that, unlike what people thought, his mother was not even a human, she was a powerful red dragon, a great deity, and only occasionally took pity on a human male, and Fouquet's birth was a complete accident. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She often said, "My poor child. Then he gave Fouquet the potion in the cup of the Bloodchalcedony Jade, which tasted like charcoal fire to burn the tongue and internal organs, and it was not until long before he knew that it was the dragon's blood, which kept the Bloodcedony Jade fresh and useful. At first, young Fouquet could not swallow the potion at all, it was not only very smelly, but it was also painful, but soon, as his mother said, his body quickly solidified, and although he was still unable to cast spells, his intelligence and strong body were not inferior to any of the spellcasters, or even stronger than them.

They descended a wide but steep spiral staircase, down the ...... The narrowest part of the stairs required an adult human male to take three steps, and the height made Fouquet jump down completely, and the walls were burning not with torches, but with candles, but definitely not an illusion, and it was getting hotter and hotter, Fouquet thought, like shrinking from top to bottom in an iron furnace with coals piled up— Just as Fouquet found that his velvet robes had been soaked in sweat and ironed by the scorching air until they were dry and hard, they stopped, and the two towering doors were silently opened in front of Fouquet, revealing a white light from inside, and Fouquet turned his head slightly.

There was no one here, only a red dragon, hovering in a huge hall, the floor of the hall was stone, but it was covered with black iron, which made the ground even hotter, and what made the air here almost boil was the magma flowing from the channels left out of the ground, and Fouquet found that those channels were not indiscriminately excavated, they formed a huge formation, together with this hall, imprisoning or protecting the dragon lying prone in it, the red dragon's body in the formation was coiled, but it could exceed a hundred feet after unfolding, "Come," said Fouquet's mother, "come and see your eldest brother." ”

"He's ......"

"That's right. Gredi's projection said, "Every drop of dragon blood you drink is squeezed out of his body." ”

Fouquet gasped slightly, though he was not unexpected, but he immediately frowned, if it was just scorching just now, now the air here is so hot and dirty that it is hard to say what the smell is—it feels like a ...... By the way, all the foul breath before the death of the human being, people say that it comes from the dust of the mourning wasteland.

Gredi's projection walked through the flames and molten without hesitation, and raised her hand, as if she wanted to put her hand on the red dragon's body, and then, before her hand could touch the dragon scales, the eye hidden in the front paws suddenly opened, and Fouquet took a step back in fright, his figure appeared in the red dragon's black vertical pupils the size of a full-length mirror, the eye was full of hatred, and Fouquet found that he couldn't move at all, even though he wanted to scream and escape, but the eye closed as violently as it had opened, and Greday's projection put his hand on its scales, and he didn't see how hard she strained, the reddish-brown scales were located in the red dragon's lower abdomenUnlike the dorsal spine or the side, they are smaller, and they are arranged not on top of each other but side by side, but even so, they are still larger than a baby's head.

The red dragon screamed in pain, but only then did Fouquet see the beast's muscles arch, but after a moment, the shackles that could not be seen or broken off made it hang its head and wings helplessly.

"He's dying. Gredi's tone sent chills down Fouquet's body, but those eyes were still full of warmth when she saw Fouquet, and she handed the scale armor to Fouquet to see, the scales that grew on the dragon's body were unexpectedly light, but it was known that they were harder than steel, and Fouquet's hands had passed through several pieces of leather armor that were said to be made of dragon's scale armor, but he knew that it was all fake, at least for now, except for Greday, no mortal or spellcaster could keep the dragon's scale armor in its original state, even if someone actually killed the dragon, or got the lost dragon scales by luckThese scales will also brittle into sand after just a few months, making them unusable.

But this scale, even Fouquet could see that it was not healthy, its edges were curled, and the color was a little dull and even a little faded.

"What should I do?" Fouquet didn't think his mother was letting him see his dying brother.

"Let him come in handy for the last bit of use. Gredi's projection said, and then Fouquet heard her begin to chant a lengthy incantation, so loud that it should not have been from such a small body that shook the entire hall, and the dragon bound in the formation struggled, more frantic and desperate than when he had been plucked out of his scales in humiliation, and Fouquet realized that he might be listening to a dragon's magic, and his heart beat violently, as if it was tearing his body apart. Fouquet pressed his chest and took two steps back, he felt a wave of dizziness, he thought, maybe he had fainted, maybe he had just closed his eyes, and what brought him back to his senses was the thick smell of blood, so thick that even the death was not so obvious, his feet were soaked in a viscous liquid, and the air went from hot and dry to moist, and his bare skin felt a tingle.

"All right, my child," after waiting cautiously for a while, Fouquet heard his mother say, "You may open your eyes." ”

The temperature in the hall had dropped slightly, I don't know if it was another spell, or if it was because of death - Fouquet saw his brother of the red dragon, who was completely dead, lying on his back ugly, his belly open, like a pig waiting to be filled with spices and apples, and the crack split straight from the sternum to *** The internal organs like a hill slipped out, and it was his bodily fluids that made the air moist, the dragon's bodily fluids were of no great use, they flowed into the magma like thick yellow-green water, steaming up a foul-smelling white steam, the steam moistened the air, and the precious dragon's blood was extracted, they condensed in the air, twisting and twisting unwillingly above Gredy's palm, as if the will of the red dragon was hidden in it, and even so, still trying to escape from the tricks of fate.

There was a hint of pity in Fouquet's eyes, but even if it was gone, why would he pity a loser? He couldn't even save his own life, and Fouquet could almost guess that Gredi's actions had something to do with him.

"And that's not all. As if hearing Fouquet's thoughts, Gredi said softly, and then, perhaps, by the effect of another spell, from the pile of internal organs, the heart that was still beating vigorously was slowly lifted, it was still as large as a bird's nest when it was in the air, but when Grédi made a kneading motion, it became smaller, or rather, it was squeezed and shrunk, and the dark red blood was pressed out, like a sudden spring into the original dragon's blood, Fouquet waited for a while, and the strong momentum finally slowed down slightly, and Gredi patiently waited until there was not a drop of blood, and the heart was as big as a fledgling's headGredi continued to chant her incantation, and the blood continued to shrink as if it were steaming, until only a small mass was held by the woman's hand.

"Come here. Projection said.

Completely reflexive, Fouquet walked over and knelt at his mother's feet.

"Open your mouth. Gredy said, "It will make you a true Dragonborn." ”

Fouquet didn't mean to resist, but he couldn't contain the sudden thought: "How are my wife and children?"

Gredi's projection glanced at him, as if wondering why he had such strange thoughts: "You'll be able to see them soon." ”

Fouquet swallowed the dragon's blood, which flowed into his throat as if it were alive, and Fouquet heard the roar of a red dragon, and darkness ensued.

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"How's it going, my child?" asked Gredi.

"It's ok. Red Dragon's eldest son, who is also her husband, said, glancing at "his own remains" not far away.

"You were supposed to die. ”

"I don't know if it's better to die as a red dragon or live as a human. ”

"So I choose for you. "And you are not a mortal now, but a dragonborn, and you can become a dragon again after I become a true god." The projection caressed Fuquet's former face and kissed his lips: "It's just a short time coming." ”

The eldest son of the red dragon looked at her, and in the projected eyes, it was not a mother, or a companion's joy for the dear dragon, or the dragonborn to reappear by her side, but as if it were ......

But he didn't mind, he couldn't mind, he didn't deserve to be punished by the law, if it weren't for Gredy's need for more children - his injuries couldn't have been as difficult to heal as if he had suffered an unbreakable curse, and he was gradually tormented by pain and weakness to the point of dying...... Now it is even necessary to resurrect with the help of a mortal body.

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The white storm obscured the sky and the ground, but it was not snow, nor rain, but the ever-growing flowers, the cloak and robes that covered the swamp with snow, which no one might have imagined, and that they too would be rolled up and torn apart.

"How long is this wind going to blow?" A knight, not even the Dragon's Tooth Knight of Grenada, did not dare to leave the tent, and even a crack as thin as a finger would be covered in the ubiquitous white velvet flowers. They used the warlock's peep to observe the situation outside, though they could see nothing but a white patch.

"Blow until it turns black. The warlock said. "It is said. ”

-- This is the power of the dragon. Said the once undead.

- Hmm. Outsiders from another plane could barely speak, a power comparable to the violent nature, and the dragon sorcerers had once held the rune fragment, but the giant sandstorm that had left the desert barbarians with nowhere to hide was like a lover's blow before the hurricane set off by the red dragon......

- If the user is Gredi...... The soul of the other world asked hesitantly.

- Gredy can do this even without using shards. The lich said coldly. Otherwise, why would he be so well-behaved.

Gredi ......

The storm lasted for six days, and even Gersh, who finally arrived, was inevitably a white velvet flower, and they should be glad that the storm was nearing its end, otherwise the edelweiss alone would have suffocated so many orcs.

But they could already see the dirty mire, the soft and vast mire, the velvet flowers rotting in the muddy water, the surface texture so fine that even a feather would gradually sink.

Gersh glanced at Rika, "What do you think?"

"Wait and see. The warlock said. (To be continued.) )