The evil dragon Fafnir never expected that he would fall to this point because of a human being.

Bound by the current, it roared angrily, raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar, struggling to its feet.

But it must not have heard of it, "The world is weaker than water, and those who attack the strong can win." ”

No matter how great its power is, it is only in vain under the constraints of the current.

It's just that the few river fairies who raised their arms high and controlled the flow of water also had fine beads of sweat on their foreheads at this time.

"It's too powerful, hurry up, we can't hold on!"

The river nymph who had a crush on Clark yelled at Clark.

Clark didn't delay, adjusted his body and aura slightly, and jumped up directly, rushing towards the evil dragon.

When Fafnir saw Clark rushing towards him, he immediately opened his mouth and prepared to spit out flames, but a large cloud of water poured into its mouth first, and warmed it down in advance.

Clark took advantage of this opportunity to fly to the dragon's back and take off the sword on his back.

The dragon was still shouting, "My scales are harder than precious diamonds, and you can't kill me!" ”

However, the next moment, the flickering sword was held upside down by Clarke's hands, and it stabbed straight down.

When the long sword reached the body, the evil dragon Fafnir realized that something was wrong.

"No!"

It's just that it's too late at this time, and Fafnigan's scale armor, which is harder than steel, looks like paper paste in front of this dragon-slaying sword.

Without exerting much effort, Clark easily plunged his sword into the dragon's body, stabbing it into the dragon's heart, which was beating like a giant pump, along the gap between the ribs.

At the moment when the long sword entered his body, Fafnir understood that the weak human in front of him was actually holding a part of his body.

When the dragon Fafnir received the Ring of the Nibelungen and took it with him, its sinful soul abandoned its giant body and degenerated into a dragon.

And the body of the giant, whom it forsake, was also transformed into mountains, trees, veins, and rivers on the earth, like his ancestors.

As for the massive tooth that Clark found on the top of the mountain, it was the remnants of its corpse that had been decomposed and transformed.

With the help of the magic ring, Fafnir's soul has obtained a powerful dragon body that repels all damage, but for the dragon-slaying sword in Clark's hand, it is completely useless.

Because the giant's teeth used to forge this long sword are themselves part of Fafnir's body.

It's like having an organ transplant and regrowing a new organ with your own hematopoietic stem cells, so that there will be no rejection.

The heart was hit hard, and a sharp roar came to an abrupt halt in Fafner's jaw.

This evil dragon, who did not hesitate to kill his brothers for the sake of the ring and abandoned his identity as a giant, eventually died under the attack of the remains of the giants and fell in a pool of his own blood.

This is a great irony.

"呲~"

Clark pulled out the long sword stuck in the dragon's back, and the hot dragon blood rushed into the sky like a fountain under the powerful pressure in his body.

Fortunately, he used his spiritual energy to form a protective shield around his body in time, so as to prevent himself from being drenched in dragon blood and embarrassed.

Although he also knew that bathing in dragon blood might be a great opportunity for this illusion, there were also hidden dangers.

The dragon slayer eventually becomes an evil dragon, and this is not a joke.

The brave who are bathed in dragon blood, so invulnerable, and infinitely powerful, actually means that they have been polluted by dragon blood in their own blood.

While gaining great power, you will also inherit some of the dragon's vices.

Of course, this kind of disadvantage may not be a problem for ordinary people who have nothing.

But Clark was a man who aspired to be a god after all, and this way of polluting his bloodline in exchange for power was not on his radar.

Those river fairies seem to think the same way.

They manipulated the changing tentacles of the river, and instead of letting the corpse and blood of the dragon Fafnir fall into the river, they moved it to a clearing by the river.

"Hurry up, warrior!

Slice open the dragon's chest, find the golden ring in its heart, return it to us, and your oath will be fulfilled. ”

The nymphs of the river gathered around Clarke, urging him to act.

Clark didn't hesitate, directly picked up his sword and walked to the corpse of the evil dragon.

Having learned the lesson just now, he did not directly disembowel the evil dragon, but like killing a chicken, he first cut a sword horizontally on the neck of the opposite one and bleed it to prevent the dragon's blood from splashing on him later.

Only when the blood that flowed from the dragon's neck turned from a fountain to a trickle did he walk to the dragon's chest and begin to cut through his mind along the other party's muscle texture, bone structure, and scale levels.

The sharp sword pierced through the gaps in the scales, slicing through the bundle of muscles the thickness of an adult's forearm, slicing open the dragon's chest like a cow, revealing the large, still trembling bright red heart within.

Such a bloody and terrifying scene made the river fairies and the little wizards outside the illusion who were present cover their eyes.

Clark didn't care, this bloody scene was not worth mentioning to him, he calmly slit open the dragon's heart, and a golden light came into his eyes.

No one could describe how pure this light was, and in Clark's opinion, the mountains of gold piled up in the dragon's cave just now were not as good as this light.

It's as if this thing has transcended the material of gold itself, has become synonymous with wealth, and is even expanding in the direction of power.

Everyone, including Clark and all the young wizards outside of the illusion, as well as the adult professors, and even the principals of the other two magic schools, were attracted to the golden light and became obsessed with it.

Only Dumbledore, the wise old man, still had a glow of wisdom in his blue eyes.

"Brave, please hand over this 'gold' to us!" The river fairy urged again.

Clark stepped forward stiffly like a puppet with a string, and the Nibelungen Ring was on the tip of his sword as he raised his sword.

He looked at the gold ring with fascination, and the close contact made him understand how precious it really was.

It was a miracle that could go straight to the origin, and it was the most central remnant of a certain great god after his fall.

Such a high-level item,

Even in the historical illusion, there is a bit of real essence, so that the flame "Holy Grail" outside the illusion begins to urge Clark to bring it out.

At this time, the river fairy beside Clark was also looking at him with nervous faces, and of course they couldn't snatch this powerful ring from Clark's hand.

The circulation of this Rhine gold has always followed some peculiar ritual conditions.

At the beginning, the dwarf exchanged "love" for wealth, and later there were giants who sacrificed "family affection" to snatch it, and at the same time, it was also cursed by the dwarf.

If all these transactions are not over, then from a "de jure point of view", it does not belong to the fairy in the river.

Only those who have obtained the gold of the Rhine, without the help of divine power, rely on their own pure will, restrain their greed, resist the temptation and curse of the Nibelungen Ring, and be able to return this golden ring to the protection of the Rhine nymph.

Clark remained motionless in this position, and eventually, under the expectant gaze of the river fairies, he handed over the ring that he was holding on the tip of his sword.

"Thank you! Thank you! ”

The fairies in the river immediately smiled, and at this moment, whether it was the flowers by the river or the sun in the sky, they lost their color in their smiles.

Even the fish in the river and the birds in the sky sank to the bottom of the river and fell from the sky because of their beauty.

The fairy, who had a crush on Clark, stepped forward and stretched out her slender hands, ready to take the ring.

Unexpectedly, Clarke's eyes suddenly widened, and the long sword in his hand twisted, stabbing forward fiercely, pointing straight at the chest of the river fairy.

Everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them, they didn't expect that Clark would suddenly attack in such a situation, and they all wondered if he had changed his mind, tempted by wealth and power, and was ready to take the Nibelungen Ring for himself.

Even Dumbledore frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Clark's actions, and among the audience, perhaps only Hermione and Neville trusted Clark completely.

And he did not live up to the trust of his two friends, only to see Clarke's longsword stop in front of the fairy, as if it had stabbed something in the air.

The dark red blood gathered along the blade of the sword to the tip of the sword, and fell on the grass with dripping.

An irrepressible cry of pain reached the ears of Clark and the river fairy, and the next moment, a tall figure appeared in front of them.

It's the dwarf Mim who helped Clark forge the dragon-slaying sword, no, or rather Mime.

At the moment he was wearing a golden helmet and was hunched over, as if he was about to pick something off.

And Clark's dragon-slaying sword was stuck in his thigh.

Obviously, he was stealth just now, and he should have planned to steal the golden ring when Clark returned it to the fairy in the lake.

But he didn't expect to be recognized by Clark, but instead took advantage of his greed and stabbed him.

The pained dwarf Mime slapped angrily, trying to knock Clark away, but Clark stepped back lightly, drew his sword, and deflected his attack.

However, in the process of drawing out the long sword, the golden ring on the tip of the sword was also retreated by the muscle ** of the sword body, crossed a curve, and fell on the grass.

Seeing this situation, the dwarf Mimei couldn't take care of Clark, and hurriedly bent down, wanting to reach out and pick it up.

Clark seemed to have anticipated his actions, and the originally retreating body turned in the air, and pounced again, and the cold light flashed, and directly cut off the four fingers of the dwarf Mime.

"Ahh

As the so-called ten fingers are connected to the heart, Mimei, who has suffered a loss, has reacted, and there is a brave man who can slay the dragon on the side, and hurriedly took a few steps back, and at the same time the other hand is also ready to fight back.

However, Clark did not take advantage of the victory, but stopped and put his right foot on the golden ring.

The enchanting golden light vanished, and the seduced dwarf broke free from its greedy desires and regained its composure.

"How did you find me?" Mi Mei held her right hand, which had broken four fingers, and asked in pain.

Clark smiled.

"Few people know that after obtaining the gold of the Rhine, the dwarf Alberich not only created this Nibelungen ring, but also used the remaining gold to forge a helmet that could be invisible.

And the younger brother of the dwarf Alberich is you, Mime! ”

The sword in Clarke's hand pointed at the dwarf.

"Actually, from the moment you appeared in front of me, I was already suspicious of you.

How can there be such a good thing in this world, on the edge of the evil dragon, you can get the sword of the dragon slayer, and the person who gives the sword has nothing else to ask for.

You're trying to hide your ambition and greed, but you're overdoing it! ”

"So you've already guessed my purpose? And then watch me perform like a clown and wait for me to take the bait? ”

A miserable smile appeared on the face of the dwarf Mimei, as if she was more sad than dead.

Clark shrugged, "Actually, I wasn't very sure at first, so the sword just now, just in case, I didn't expect you to be so unlucky that it happened to crash into my sword." ”

With that, he stretched out his sword and took a few steps closer to the dwarf Mimei.

"Of course, it's understandable that you're being bewitched by the magic of this ring. As long as you swear to this Rhine that you will never fight this ring again, I will let you go. ”

Mi Mei had a hideous expression on her face, as if she was making a difficult choice.

In the end, under the pressure of Clark's long sword, he nodded helplessly.

"Rhine witness, I swear—again—never to pay attention to this ring again!"

After saying this, the dwarf Mi Mei's whole person seemed to have been drained of his spine, and he withered on the ground, and he became much older in an instant.

Satisfied with the fact that Clark withdrew his sword, he turned and bent down to pick up the gold ring on the ground and return it to the river fairy.

It's just that before he straightened up, he saw a shocked look in the eyes of the fairy in the river opposite.

Clark let out a long sigh, as if he had expected it, and at the same time as the whole person threw himself to the ground, the long sword that had been put away also turned around and stabbed out.

Hot blood spilled all over Clark's body, and the dwarf Mimei pressed against him with a hideous face, and his chest had been pierced by Clark's long sword.

This guy who just made an oath, in the blink of an eye, because he couldn't control his desires, confirmed his oath.

Clark calmly crawled out from under Mime's corpse, still holding the golden ring of the Nibelungen in his hand.

In fact, from this moment on, he became the owner of this ring completely. _&