(I'm sorry everyone, but I was delayed for a day because I was thinking about how to write.) ）

"There are some fools who are in a hurry to die. ”

Old John lay on the wooden-framed window of the watchtower, took a deep breath of his cigarette, took the cherry wood pipe with the pattern in his mouth, and struck it on the thick wooden frame with the wide mouth facing down, and the gray soot and the starry sparks were suddenly sprinkled one after another, and scattered in the air with the wind.

The old man's eyes were always fixed on the path under the watchtower.

The gravel and gravel path was only four or five meters wide and could only accommodate a larger carriage. In Old John's sight, it was first a straight line in the meadow, then a little farther in the pine forest, until it spread to the tall "V" pass in the distance.

It was a steep canyon.

It is a shortcut to the wild and primitive mountains of Rocky, and it is also the food and clothing parent of Rock Town. The towering Rocky Mountains bow their heads here, opening a path to the densely populated valley to the south of it. So, a long, long time ago, before the kingdom of Edo appeared, there was already a steady stream of adventurers walking through this canyon to the savage land behind the sky where the dragon's roar resounded.

They forage for potions, hunt beasts, mine deposits, and take what they covet from nature's treasury. When more and more people were digging gold, the original temporary camp was also set on fire and reclaimed, and finally a prosperous town that could accommodate 10,000 or 20,000 people was finally built.

That's where Rock Town came in.

But things don't always go their way, and sometimes this paradise full of treasures can also highlight many unexpected and terrible murder opportunities.

"Bang", "bang", "bang", the sound of the pipe striking the window frame sounded again, and after shaking off the soot, old John touched the thick beard that was as thick as the rainforest and hung down to his chest, put the pipe back in his mouth, and twisted a little black-brown licorice tobacco from a leather pouch at his waist.

"There are some stupid people who are in a hurry to die" is the mantra of old John for half a month.

Ever since the news broke, Rock Town has been unstable, with all kinds of fresh faces everywhere. Old John felt that their eyes were shining with gold coins, and the hot breath that came out of their mouths when they spoke big words seemed to have reached their pockets that belonged to the dragon.

But it is a pity that in the past half a month, old John has always heard all kinds of tragedies of these impatient gold diggers.

"Is the treasure of the dragon so easy to find, and there is a monster even more terrible than a dragon in the mountain. Old John muttered these words in his heart, "blinked" a few more times, and took a puff of his cigarette.

Just as he was intoxicated by the smoke mixed with the smell of hay, he had just walked to the people's meadow in the distance, but there was another movement.

At the junction of the pine forest and the meadow, a special team walked slowly out of the shadows of the ancient pines. At this moment, several loud wolf howls reached the side of the watchtower.

Old John, who was lying by the window, still thinking about things, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and followed the prestige to see the team that had just walked out of the pine forest and came to the meadow.

The old man saw two young men and women leading their mounts, escorted by a group of tall armoured mastiffs, slowly walking towards him.

The man was wearing a robe, while his companion was dressed in shining silver armor. The two of them each led a giant black wolf taller than a war horse, and was covered in silver-gray metal armor. And around these two people, there are five mastiffs like calves, wandering around them in a loose and orderly manner.

In this team, there is also a strange member, walking between the two people who are leading the mount.

Old John's eyes widened.

He closed his eyes again heavily, and then opened them and looked at them vigorously, his face full of wrinkles and age spots, and his face as dry as old bark suddenly tensed.

At this time, the team had come to a gentle slope about twenty meters away from his watchtower, and a man and a woman looked at him suspiciously.

And walking among them, the creature that looked like a sturdy lizard with red scales let out a suppressed roar at him.

"Whew!"

This terrible hiss came from its mouth, and with its mouth as the center, transparent ripples were vibrated one after another, and the stones near it jumped to the ground.

Old John looked at the wisp of green smoke coming out of his pipe in astonishment, and in an instant it was shaken off by the roar, and even the dust on the window was shaken, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

But he was still holding a pipe stained with fire, and suddenly choked on the smoke, coughed, and the old man clutched his chest in pain.

When his mouth kept "coughing, coughing", old John was sure of what he saw.

Richard looked at him in surprise.

Some people don't understand why this three-story watchtower, which is about ten meters high and about three stories high, appears in the uninhabited grass here.

It was clear that it was far behind it before a wheat field appeared. As for the towering stone wall that surrounds the town, it will take a few more kilometers to walk.

Instead of his focus, Amos stared strangely at the old human man at the top of the watchtower.

This skyscraper-like abyssal dragon has now been reduced to the size of a normal lion tiger using the Gifted Transfiguration Technique.

It now had scales as red as flames, thick limbs, a pair of large dragon wings extending from its ribs, and a long row of red sparkling spines along its back that extended to its long tail. If you magnify it many times, it is completely an adult fire dragon.

This miniature of the fire dragon is often referred to as a baby dragon.

A baby dragon that has just hatched from an egg is indeed the size of a baby dragon. It's just that the scales haven't grown yet, the wings are just two bone pockets on the back, and the head is three times the size of it.

Baby dragons are a very special type of dragon.

Some believe that they are the atavistic manifestations of many dragon-like creatures, especially the bipedal wyvern, which is the closest bloodline to the dragon, and about every thousand eggs, a baby dragon that is completely pure-blooded will hatch. It's just that although the baby dragon is the same as the fire dragon, it can only grow to the size of a lion tiger at most, and the difference between a body of a few hundred kilograms and the real dragon cloud mud like a mountain is like a sesame seed placed on the side of a watermelon.

Baby dragons are very popular with mages because they can release breath similar to that of real dragons, and because of their special ability to interrupt the casting of spells by others, the dragon's roar is very popular.

It's just that the baby dragon is worth a lot of money, and a baby dragon egg costs about 10,000 gold coins

The reason why Old John is surprised is also because of this one, a magician who can afford a baby dragon must have a certain identity background.

What surprised him even more was that he had no image of the baby dragon and the people on either side of it.