"Be careful all the way!"

In front of the ruins of the hut at the edge of the snow line, Clark waves goodbye to the pygmy Mime.

However, as soon as he turned his head, the smile on Clark's face disappeared in an instant.

Midget Meme? I'm afraid it's the dwarf Mimei!

The former is nothing but a poor man who has been destroyed by an evil dragon.

The latter, however, is a despicable villain who helps the giant take the Rhine Ring from his brother because of greed.

That's right, although Clark and Fleur have told the story of "The Gold of the Rhine" before, there is actually more to be said later.

Many of these may not be important, but there are some details that are worth pondering.

For example, the hero Siegfried, who finally slays the evil dragon, relies on a divine sword Grammer, and this excalibur was transferred to Siegfried's father by a one-eyed wizard through Siegfried's mother.

And this divine sword was broken in the hands of Siegfried's father, and was finally reforged and repaired by Siegfried's adoptive father Mimei.

That's right, in this Mime, it's the dwarf who just said goodbye to Clark.

In the near future, he will not only adopt Siegfried, the hero who slayed the evil dragon, but also hand his adopted son a bowl of poison after Siegfried slays the evil dragon.

Combined with the fact that the dwarf Mim helped the giant kill his brother in the first place, it is almost certain that his mind has always been on the Nibelungen ring with powerful magical powers.

So Clark guessed that this guy would not stay away from the dragon, and greed would prompt him to stay here.

At the same time, he will definitely meditate and find a way to slay the evil dragon.

And just as he expected, with the help of reading objects and time imprints, he managed to find the trace of the dwarf Mime, and came into contact with him.

When Clark knew Mime's details and Mime didn't know about Clark, he managed to get a weapon from the other party that could slay the dragon.

Now, all he has to do is slay the dragon and obtain the treasure, then he can leave this illusion and officially complete the game.

Clark took his sword and followed the method told him by the dwarf Mime, returned to the foot of the mountain, and then walked upstream along the Rhine, soon finding the entrance to the cave where the dragon was hiding.

It is said to be a cave, but the entrance is a triangular portal framed by two sloping and collapsed peaks.

The snow that melts and flows down from the top of the snow-capped mountain falls from the top of the portal, forming a curtain of water.

Clark cautiously walked through the curtain of water, but was not attacked by the dragon as he had imagined.

He didn't let his guard down, and continued to walk inside along the passage behind the cave entrance.

The entrance to the cave is huge, and the road slopes gently downward.

Clark walked downwards like a dwarf who had strayed into the realm of giants.

In the process of going deeper, he could occasionally find many traces of friction and grasping on the stone walls of the cave.

With that alone, Clark could imagine how swift and powerful the dragon was as it traveled through the cavern.

Clark's steps became lighter and lighter, and the psychic ability that could block and isolate his breath was also put on his body.

And just like that, as he went all the way down, the temperature around him began to rise, and he felt that it was getting warmer and warmer.

"Is there any light in front of you?" Clark thought to himself.

He was right, as he went deeper, the light in the originally dim tunnel became stronger and stronger, which made him more certain.

It was a glow that grew redder and redder, brighter and brighter as the temperature rose.

Wisps of vapor drifted past Clark's side, causing him to sweat all over.

A voice also began to dance in his ears, sounding like the water in a boiler was boiling and bubbling.

At the same time, there is also a sound similar to the roar of a big cat, which makes people's hair stand on end.

Later, the sound slowly changed to the snoring of some kind of giant monster in its sleep.

When he turned the last corner, Clark stuck his head out and finally saw the bottom of the cave that the Norse gnomes were digging in the mountains.

It was pitch black, and Clark couldn't tell how wide it was, but in the middle of the cavern, Clark spotted the Hungarian tree wasp.

No! What appeared in front of Clark at this time was no longer a Hungarian tree bee.

With the blessing and tracing of the illusion, its bloodline has been strengthened and atavistic like never before.

At this time, it was extremely large, almost twice its size, and its body was also covered with dark red, hard scale armor the size of a dining table, the sharp horns on its head were curved and forked, and the black spikes on its back extended to its tail.

Obviously, the red light that Clark saw just now was the light emitted by the evil dragon Fafnir!

Such a hideous and terrifying image has overlapped with the black dragon and red dragon in Clark's memory.

It seems that the legend of the world of DND is correct, and the dragon is indeed an intruder from outside the universe.

Their existence seems to have left traces in the heavens and all the worlds.

Clark held his breath and slung the dragon-slaying sword on his back as he carefully slid down a gap in the edge of the wall.

As the distance increased, the appearance of the evil dragon Fafnir gradually became clearer.

The huge black dragon lay there quietly, undisturbed, asleep.

Wisps of sulphurous black smoke came out of its sharp teeth and nostrils, and it seemed that the flames in its belly were not so strong when it slept.

Beneath its limbs and tail, as well as throughout the cavern, it was filled with all kinds of gold, silver, jewelry, and magical items.

There are uncast gold and precious stones, finely carved works of art, and magical artifacts.

These treasures are the props that Clark used to evaluate his score in this competition, and they can all be taken out of this fantasy world.

Only at this moment, they were all stained with a strange glow of bright red, like blood and flames.

The dragon Fafnir's wings folded like a giant bat and a lizard.

It fell asleep on its side, and Clark could see it, its pale belly pressed against the priceless bed.

As a result of the long period of pressing its belly on these treasures, many precious stones and gold were stuck in its belly and adorned its body.

On the wall behind Fafnir, chain mail, helmets, axes, swords, swords, halberds and other dwarf weapons can be seen hanging on the wall.

In the same place, there were also many large urns containing untold quantities of gold.

Outside the illusion, the little wizards in the stands also saw this scene.

If they forget to breathe, they don't at all

Excessively.

After all, there is no word in human language to describe their excitement and excitement, even if they have just watched it three times.

The splendour, the temptation, the wealth of the gold and silver jewels were beyond their imagination, and the underground vaults of Gringotts could only be regarded as a younger brother compared to this.

It's no wonder that so many people are smitten over the treasures of the legendary Nibelungen.

There was a tumult in the auditorium, and the young wizards fantasized about what they could do with all this money, and worried about Clark's current situation.

Compared to the three games they had watched before, the dragon that Clark was facing now could be said to be the most powerful and vicious.

Regarding the discussion of the little wizards in the outside world, Clark in the fantasy world has no way of knowing, and he does not care.

Now, he's going to do what he has to do......

However, Clark only took a step forward, and inadvertently stepped on a gold coin scattered on the ground, and the dragon, which was still asleep, suddenly snorted.

Dense sparks mixed with black smoke erupted from the dragon's nostrils, and the gold coins that they touched instantly melted into flowing gold liquid.

Before Clark could take a few steps back and hide, the dragon lying there had already opened its yellow eyes at the sound of the "bang-la-la" gold coin.

"I smell it, thief!"

The black dragon raised its head, its two front paws propped up on the ground, and opened its bloody mouth to the little one standing in front of him, and spoke.

The dragon can talk!

Such a strange scene opened the eyes of the little wizards outside the fantasy world.

You must know that in the first three games, the three warriors went straight up as soon as they saw the evil dragon, and they didn't give these big guys a chance to die of talking too much.

"Ah, look what I found? A human! ”

The dragon lowered its massive head full of hideous spikes, and its yellow pupils stared at Clark viciously.

"I smell a familiar smell from you, tell me, are you here for these treasures?"

Clark said calmly under the fierce gaze of the giant beast.

"Oh no, this mighty Mr. Fafnir, I'm not here to get a present.

I just want to see you and prove that you are as powerful as the legend says, and I really don't believe the legend. ”

"And now?"

The dragon Fafnir looked a little flattered, but it wasn't stupid enough to believe anything the other person said.

"Oh, Lord Fafnir, the greatest and most noble of the beasts, those songs and legends are not even one ten-thousandth of the truth!" Clark replied with a smile.

"As a thief and a liar, you're pretty polite!" The dragon said, his eyes resting on the hilt of Clark's shoulder for a moment, "You seem familiar with me, but I haven't smelled you before, may I ask where you come from and what your name is?" ”

"Absolutely!" "I've come from far away in the Tang Dynasty, and my roads have crossed mountains, plains, and rivers. ”

"I believe," said Fafner, "that I have never smelled of you!" ”

"I am the collector, custodian, and disseminator of knowledge, and a good friend of all wise men."

"That's a lovely name!" The dragon said contemptuously, "But a wise man may not necessarily protect you. ”

"I cast out demons, slay basilisks, dance in the desert of death, swim in the maelstrom of time."

"It's so much better!" "Don't let your imagination run wild," Fafnir said! ”

……

This is how the dragon speaks, the information that Clark has obtained from the Godhead fragment of the God of Knowledge.

In general, if you don't want to say your name directly and don't want to reject them rudely, you usually have to say it this way.

No dragon can resist the temptation to play pantomime puzzles and waste time figuring out what's going on, and it's a great way to waste time for them with their long lives.

So even if Fafnir wanted to swallow the little thing in front of him in one gulp, it had to wait until it understood enough to solve the doubts in its mind before it started.

"Wonderful, clever brave man!" It exclaimed, "You may have experienced many adventures and resolved many crises, but I would like to give you a piece of advice: never deal with gnomes!" ”

"Gnomes!" Clark feigned surprise.

"Don't pretend!" "I know the taste of gnomes very well, and no one knows them better than I do. ”

"Those guys never gave up, like flies and wouldn't leave." He continued.

"Say, isn't it?

Hmph, that's their style, like rats in the gutter.

I think they must be out there safely hiding, and you're going to do the dangerous work and steal it away while I'm not looking.

You're doing your life for them, aren't you?

What will you get? A lot of money? Do you really believe it! You're going to snicker if you can save the dog's life! ”

Fafner laughed, it seems, in addition to having a strong physical body, he also has a brilliant mind, is very scheming, and is good at playing with people's hearts.

But Clark wasn't angry at him for his simple sowing of discord, for he didn't believe the dwarf all along.

Of course, he wouldn't tell the dragon about this, he said calmly.

"Nope! You are wrong, Mr. Fafner.

I tell you, gold and treasure are just extra gains. I have traveled thousands of miles to come here to seek justice for the souls of those who have died in your mouth! ”

The dragon Fafnir let out a real laugh, a deafening sound that made the earth tremble.

"Get justice!" He snorted, the red light in his eyes enveloping the entire hall in a blood-red glow.

"Another fool who has been bewitched by the so-called legends, the dwarf kingdoms have been destroyed for so long, and who of their descendants will dare to take revenge?

Here, I will kill and eat if I want, and no one will be able to stop me. ”

Waving his huge wings, he boasted:

"My scales are like a shield of steel with ten layers overlapping, my fangs like a sword, and my claws like a halberd.

With a slight wave of my tail, mortals are struck like lightning; With a slight flap of my wings, the heavens and the earth will fly sand and rocks.

My breath alone is enough to bring death! ”

"Oh, really?"

Clark smiled, untied the longsword behind his back and held it in his hand.

"I don't believe it!" _&