After that, I wondered every day, what were we fighting this war for? For the sake of the happy life of our people? Or was it simply a sacrifice of our lives for the personal goals of the black magician? The wishes and longings of childhood were like a barrel of wine, which became more and more mellow as we grew up, but by the time we finally had the qualifications to taste it, it had changed its taste. The belief that made me grow up with an optimistic attitude and fight collapsed, and when I reminisce about the good memories of my childhood, I always cry a mess, and my brother always comforts me like he did when I was a child.

I'm so tired, I don't want to continue, I want to go home.

This day is so near, this day will always be my yesterday, even after 500 years, it will still often pour salt on the wounds in my dreams.

The Dark Mage killed Lovian's brother's mother and sister, and I suddenly understood why Lovian would do such a thing, and suddenly understood that the Dark Mage was not invincible. There is no invincible strong man in this world, only invincible fear. The fear of the unscrupulous of the strong, the fear of losing one's life.

Magnus, Maffei, Lovien, Christian - they're all dead, our people have been killed by human allies, and there are no more demons. I could only try my best with my brother to cover the retreat of the last demon seed, I was not afraid of anything at that time, I was only afraid of one thing, that is, my brother would leave me behind. I never thought my brother would want me.

But what I feared the most happened when my brother died alone with the Onyx Dragon King and teleported me away. I don't know why my brother was so cruel. Would do such a thing to my sister - I dare not say, dare not think, dare not close my eyes.

There is a man named Lubistan among the human race. He said that the most terrifying Winged Demon Clan is the Winged Demon Clan, who has lost their twin brother, although the Winged Demon Twins are able to burst out with very powerful attack power. I finally understood the sentence.

I don't know how I managed to persevere in such pain for 500 years, I am a demon, I have no brother, no friends, and I don't trust my subordinates. It took me hundreds of years. I found my brother's body, and I had the slimest hope, hoping that one day my brother would come back. I know. The current world will not accommodate demons, and if you want to survive, you must rely on your own strength, even without the help of your brother.

I founded an organization called Black Wings. I hope to use the full energy of the leylines of the L'Bains range. Awaken my brother's sleeping soul. At the same time, I also formed an army, hoping to be able to pass it and give the remnants of the demons a little better living space one day in the future. When my brother wakes up, I will lead the legion with him to defeat the arrogant humans. I don't want to destroy them, I just want them to see their place and not be arrogant. If all the qiē is done. I went to another world with my brother because there were my friends and my mom and dad that I had never met.

There is no war. The Holy Emperor Knights are no longer the Holy Emperor Knights of the past, and I am not afraid. I led my army to defeat them, and they took the initiative, and I told them not to forget how terrible it was to lose my brother's Winged Demon. I also know that I still have some friends alive, which makes me very happy, because with their help, this qiē will definitely be smoother. After so many years of enduring it, I believe in myself that I can defeat those ignorant humans.

This is my story, I don't want it to end in any way, I just hope that there will be a plot in the story in the future, which is that my brother and I meet.

I'm Orka Ivey Sarbanswan.

I have an older brother who loves me, and I have friends who I love.

Tiantai Pass.

The sky took on a warm magenta, and the earth was dyed with a stream of dark elemental elements that sinuted like veins. A strange fluctuation gives an unbearable buzzing sound to the eardrums, and with each breath, you feel the cold, slippery and hot dry sensations clash paradoxically, making you feel extremely uncomfortable.

And the dragon power that shook the clouds would make people feel an inexplicable fear from the deepest part of their hearts. In the magenta sky, your heartstrings are tugged back and forth by some kind of non-existent substance, and all kinds of memories that you are willing and unwilling to recall rush into your mind, leaving you distracted and unconscious. And in the deep black flowing earth, the strange dark elements with an elusive temptation challenge your reason, and the darkest corners of your heart suddenly come alive, and the whispers of the devil sway in your ears.

The weaker warriors were no longer able to help themselves, and were forcibly tied to the pillars under the watchful eye of the stronger. Most of the soldiers who stuck to their posts were already sweating on their foreheads, the corners of their mouths trembled, and they struggled to fight against Long Wei. From time to time, they looked at the figures of those strong men at the highest point of Tiantai Pass, and their sense of worship strengthened their faith.

In the sky, a small dragon did not shake his seemingly petite wings, and the dragon body covered with magenta scales was suspended in the air. The magenta dragon domain was emitted from the nine dark golden dragon horns above his head. This dragon clan was just over ten meters long, and he even looked a little cute, and the ten dragons behind him were all several times his size, but they all looked at this round little dragon clan with awe and admiration.

A few meters above the ground was a dragon with a body length of more than fifty meters, and the dragon's entire body was shiny inky black, and only the pair of dragon eyes showed a mysterious dark green. Black lightning erupted from time to time between a pair of huge black-red dragon horns, and every time the black light flickered, the black elemental surge beneath him trembled for a moment. Behind him, there were also seven pitch-black dragons about his size, and as he breathed, dark black flames drifted around them, distorting the air around them over and over again.

These two are the two dragon kings of the contemporary dragon clan, the Nine Spirit Dragon King Miste, and the Dark Dragon King Chaga Veroni.

Dragons are not without co-owners, and five hundred years ago, the most powerful of the dragons of Agate, Afriel, was the king of dragons. And after the Onyx Dragon Clan was wiped out by the Blood Moon Demon Clan, and the Onyx Dragon King and the Demon Emperor Siwu were killed together, the Dragon Clan has been in a state of split. The most powerful of these, the Nine Spirit Dragon Mister and the Dark Dragon Chaga Veroni, could not reach a consensus, and eventually led the Zì Dragon Clan to split into two factions. The Nine Spirit Dragon King commands the dragon clan of the light attribute. And the Dark Dragon King commands the dark attribute dragons and the huge wurm population.

At this moment, the two dragon kings, who were already incompatible, appeared together at the same time, staring at Tiantai Pass together.

The highest point of Tiantai Pass. There is only one person. The long ice-blue hair was like a cloak that did not contain temperature, and the gaze of the same ice-blue eyes even made the two dragon kings feel a chill.

Nanhat Lubistan held his hands behind his back, his monocle shimmered with contempt, and stared coldly at the two dragon kings who had reached the peak of the fourth level of strength.

"To let the two highnesses come forward at the same time, I, a small human being, seem to be unable to give the two enough face?"

Nanhart didn't speak loudly, but with each note of his mouth he spit out. The dragon power that enveloped the entire rooftop pass gradually disappeared, and the magenta sky and inky earth began to retreat involuntarily.

"Lord Nanhart, our people have no ill feelings towards humans. Our target is simply a demon who has brought us endless pain and shame. ”

The voice of the Nine Spirit Dragon King was mellow and clear, and it did not match his bulging and cute body. There is not a single blemish in the standard lingua franca of the dragon king.

Nan Ha nodded, tilted his head, and said to the Dark Dragon King, "What about you?"

The contemptuous tone suddenly made the dragons behind the two dragon kings angry. In the voice of a low, roaring dragon. Several young dragons couldn't help but let out a few streams of dragon breath, but the two dragon kings roared back at the same time. The dragon clan suddenly fell silent again, and the colorful dragon breath that rushed over dispersed out of thin air without a trace twenty meters in front of Nanhart.

Of course, the two dragon kings knew how powerful this human being, who seemed to be a civil official, possessed, and with him alone, he could contain their two dragon kings. And in the face of the most elite troops of the human race, the rest of the dragon clan will not have any advantage.

"I see the same thing as His Royal Highness Mister. I hope you will be able to hand over the blood to Thumbra di Mun. The ancestors of our people who died in battle 500 years ago. Chaga Veroni's voice was hoarse, but penetrating.

Nanhart looked around at the dragons in front of him. He said loudly: "According to the agreement between you and my clan thousands of years ago, the request made by the two highnesses belongs to the internal affairs of our clan. Whether or not I decide to dispose of requests for interference in the internal affairs of my people is entirely in my hands. If I say yes, no, then the two Highnesses had better not use the means of our clan to find what you call the Blood Moon Venerable. ”

The huge dragon eyes of the two dragon kings narrowed, and a messy dragon power was suppressed, but they disappeared strangely in front of Nanhart.

"Unless you wish to solve the problem by force, then we will be mutually detrimental. The nobles who had just experienced a major setback five hundred years ago probably couldn't afford it. Nanhatra said in a long voice, ignoring the reverse scales of the two dragon kings' jaws.

For a moment, both sides remained silent enough to freeze the air.

Long Wei was gone, and the all-pervasive spiritual storm quietly subsided with Nanhart's merciless voice nakedly exposing the dragon's tragic history. But the stiffness and friction in the hearts of the Terrans and Dragons in the confrontation became more and more obvious.

Beside Nanhat, Michal, the head of the Knights of Light, took a step forward and stood behind Nanhart's left. The long sword and soul shield that shimmered with the red light of the demon metre quietly wiped out the dragon power that had not yet dispersed around it. The two dragon kings cautiously assessed the strength of the Terran army below them.

After a while, the two dragon kings discussed a few syllables in a low voice in dragon language, and then slowly floated forward, at the same time, two magenta and dark green halos enveloped the two dragon kings.

There were whispers in the army of Tiantai Pass, and more than a dozen dragon elites behind the two dragon kings also let out incomprehensible low roars.

The magenta and dark green halo dissipated, and in the air directly in front of Southhart, it was even slightly lower than the position where Southhart was standing.

Nine Spirit Dragon Mister transformed into a human boy with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes at this moment, and there was a little helplessness hidden in his handsome facial features. And the Dark Dragon King Chaga Veroni was dressed in a pure black cloak, transforming into a middle-aged human with a gloomy complexion.

The two dragon kings stepped on the air, making a sonorous sound of metal colliding, as if stepping on an invisible staircase, and walked in front of Nanhat. Out of courtesy, Nanhart took the lead in saluting, and the two dragon kings glanced at each other and bowed slightly at the same time. Michal stood still behind them, as rigid as a golden sculpture.

Nine Spirit Dragon King Mister took the lead and said, "Since Lord Lubistan has already made it clear. Then our clan will lower their position a little - after all, attitude and strength are equal. ”

Nanhart stepped back and let the two dragon kings stand in front of him, perhaps his height forcing him to look up at the two dragon kings. But both Mistre and Chaga Veroni found that no matter what, they felt a cold-eyed gaze.

Mistre glanced at Chaga Veroni and said, "The established history cannot be changed, and the suffering we have suffered from the demons is indeed much more tragic than that of the human race. The deceased is gone, and we are future generations. All they could do was to let their already scattered souls know that their sacrifices and dedication were not just to give the dragons an environment to live in, but to make the dragons' dignity and glory no longer severe. ”

Magent's eyes flickered with a magenta glow. The Dark Dragon King Chaga Veroni clenched his fists, "So here, I am willing to cooperate with His Excellency Chaga Veroni to make the residence of our two dragon kings. Go to the human world alone. Pray that you can slay the Blood Moon Demon Supreme Lovian Bradymuun, who has brought the deepest suffering to our people, and appease the spirits of the deceased of our people. ”

The Dark Dragon King's deep voice sounded: "I know that five hundred years ago in Osiria, because of the Agate King Aveliet, the nobles were quite prejudiced against our clan, but we have made up our minds about this matter, even if we are in the human world, we are willing to have no regrets!"

The dragon elites behind the two dragon kings let out a cry of shock, and the obscure roaring dragon language made the clouds in the sky tremble.

"That's what hatred is all about...... The longer it is brewed. The more the aftertaste will make people crazy......" Nanhart's voice was soft, but it drifted to every corner of the rooftop with the breeze. "I don't intend to make a pedantic comment on the sense of responsibility of the two of you, I just want to say that the Blood Moon Venerable, who did not die at the hands of the Dark Mage five hundred years ago, is it really something you can kill as you want? If history is really fair, you will only find that your ancestors, who have reached the pinnacle of Osiria and possess the fifth level of strength, have not escaped the sharpness of the doomsday weather vane of the Blood Moon and Zunlovian. Now, not to mention that your strength has not reached your ancestors, and you have not experienced the baptism of war, even for the previous Demon Supreme, although his strength has not fully recovered, but his understanding of power has not been forgotten, can he really do what your ancestors have not done?"

Nanhart's words silenced the two dragon kings, a question they hadn't thought about at the time—not even a question to think about. Although they hold a deep hatred for their relatives and racial honor soaked in the sea of blood for more than 500 years, in the face of historical memories that will not change, they will inevitably have awe and fear of the terrifying time when the blood was full of blood in the past. And the peerless powerhouse they had never seen before, who had really walked out of the scorched black footprints of that period of bloody history, was the ultimate goal of a way of life that was close to faith, and the end of an unwanted life goal that had been carved in their bones—an end that was destined to come to an end no matter which side triumphed.

When the powerful spiritual power of the dragon clan compresses into a human form like a transfiguration, it is difficult to hide the spiritual fluctuations of the dragon clan. Nanhart, who is well versed in people's hearts, with his own spiritual attainments, can naturally roughly deduce what the two dragon kings are hesitating. A minute later, Nanhart spoke again:

"From my personal point of view, the Legion Commanders under the command of the Dark Mage who still exist to this day are unstable factors that interfere with the fate of Osiria. Every legion commander should be wiped out, but the Emperor had a proverb that darkness does not represent evil, just as light does not represent justice. In the end, it is not only the light itself that defeats the darkness. The reason why the nobles are reluctant to join me in the Continental Congress in the Holy Land the other day is for your personal reasons, because your obsession with believing that the dark mages have disappeared has been deep and long has been so long that you scoff at this abstract banner and goal. But in fact, the existence of being able to dye Osiria in its original color in the face of the power of His Majesty the Holy Emperor would no longer have any other possibilities except for the black magicians of five hundred years ago. But out of the thinking of short-sighted people who are obsessed with self-interest, we are compelled to disguise this meeting, which is supposed to be glorious and united, with pedantic and philistine. But, believe us, what you are hoping to achieve is not really lost in your sighs. ”

The two dragon kings looked at each other for a moment, and the low dragon voice shook Tiantai Pass again.

"We are willing to do our duty for which our elders sacrificed five hundred years ago, but allow me, when that turmoil and turmoil are over, the hatred and regret of our ancestors will not be forgotten by the victory of fate. Nine Spirit Dragon King Mister said in a deep voice.

Nanhart bowed his head in acceptance. Michal at his side was still like a gilded statue, silent.

The two dragon kings faced Nanhart directly, slowly retreated, and Nanhart saluted again.

The two magenta and inky black clouds, which were much calmer than before, dispersed, and the incomparably huge Black Dragon King Chaga Veroni and the Nine Spirit Dragon King Mister turned into their main bodies and swept towards their own people.

Nanhardt's invisible spiritual flames dissipated, and the remaining dragon power still made the defenders of Tiantai Pass feel a slight tightness in their chests.

However, just as Nanhart was about to turn around, the sword of Michal, the leader of the Knight of Light, suddenly let out a low vibrating. The sound was not loud, but this deep sound was extremely penetrating, and even the surrounding dragon power was vibrated away in an instant.

Nanhart turned gracefully and looked at the two dragon kings who were about to leave.

"Your Highnesses, I know that the matter of the Holy Dragon Bruce family has always been the source of conflict between you and me. The benefits you have gained from this undignified bargain make it difficult for us to see what you say is true about the dragons. But, again, I repeat what I have said before, that everything that is in the territory of my Osilian Empire is our internal affair. Non-interference in the internal affairs of other ethnic groups, this basic regulation, you still know very well, right?" (To be continued......