The girl's language was not too unfamiliar to Lothar.

It's a bit like Norse, and it's similar to the tone of the Slavic amber merchants who took the Black Sea trade routes, which were rare in the Holy Land.

This familiarity...

Lothar thought about it for a while, and suddenly remembered the Prince Rurik named Yaroslav whom he had met on the Black Sea, and they must have spoken the same language.

A lot of speculation flashed through his head, the most reliable of which was probably the unformed space spell that Shermel had cast before, which was activated by the ghost dragon's counterattack before he died.

The two phases overlapped, causing him to be teleported to the territory of the Slavs by chance.

The girl in despair was still crying, and her slender eyelashes were full of tears, which was very cute.

But Lothar, who had never been short of beautiful women around him, only felt irritable, and he rubbed his brows and tried to calm himself.

was sent thousands of miles away out of thin air, even if he had the ability to stay in the air and glide for a short time after being a half-dragon, although the consumption of half-dragon was not as terrifying as Jeanne's divine body, it was by no means an ability that could be used normally.

In other words, even if he was lucky enough to be able to take an inland river boat, and the river was lucky enough not to freeze in a large area, it would take at least several months to return to Egypt.

When I get back, the showdown with Saladin will be over.

Lothar was speechless for a while, why did Richard, these European monarchs, be so anxious that they didn't even bring their own troops, and they had to take a teleportation array to Egypt, wasn't it just to catch up with this epic decisive battle that could be called an epic battle across the entire European continent.

As a result, I, the person who should not have missed the most, was going to miss it.

If he hadn't been on the battlefield in person, the throne of the Egyptian kings, Alexander, and Cairo, would have been out of luck.

Maybe if Coors runs it properly, he can keep some of the spoils, Cairo can do without it, and the title of king can be conceded, but Alexander must hold it in his hands, this is a financial and tax place that is not inferior to Constantinople in its heyday, and it would be too bad if it was cut off by others.

Wait a minute!

If they all come to find my whereabouts, it is not certain whether this battle will be won.

After his disappearance, it is likely that Richard the Lionheart will take over from him in charge of the crusade, this guy's command ability is undoubted, but there are no powerful spellcasters around him, and it is difficult to deal with Saladin's mage advisory group.

Therefore, after his hard work to return to Egypt, the cut off of the spoils of war was not too bad, and the worst result was that the crusaders were defeated, and the two provinces of Semanoud and Damietta, which had just gained a foothold, were again taken by the enemy.

Well, by that time, even the title of duke will be destroyed.

Lothar sat on the ground with a wry smile, the top priority was to figure out her position, although the girl in front of her was very embarrassed, but with this appearance and clothes, it could not be a commoner.

At the very least, it has to be a lady-in-waiting of a great nobleman.

If she can get the help of the forces behind her, her return journey will undoubtedly become much easier.

"Do you speak Greek?"

Lothar asked suddenly.

If the Varangians were from the same background as Yaroslav, they would most likely convert to Orthodox Christianity, many of the Orthodox scriptures are written in Greek, and although the clergy in this bitter cold land are certainly not very professional, no matter how poor the level is, they should be able to say a few Greek prayers.

The woman had a look of surprise on her face, and then said in a very awkward tone: "My heart is silent, waiting for God. Through Him my salvation comes. ”

She took a cross from her robe and showed it to Lothar with tears in her eyes.

Lothar waved his hand and drew a cross in front of him, and the exchange between the two began in this stumbling path.

Long.

Lothar found out that this was the far north of the Novgorod principality, and the girl was also a princess of the Rurik family, and her father was the lord of a town on the Neva River, not far from this cave.

A demon dragon has just destroyed the town and taken her captive to the dragon's lair.

Lothar suspected that he had misheard, and pointed to his feet in disbelief: "Dragon's Lair, here?" ”

The girl nodded again and again: "Yes." ”

Lothar frowned, with his sensitivity to the dragon's aura, if there was really a dragon hidden in this cave, how could he not find out?

"Let's go inside and see."

Lothar said, intending to go deeper into the cave.

The girl's head shook like a rattle, and the tears that had been stopped came out of her eyes again.

"Forget it, I'll see for myself."

With that, Lothar walked to the depths of the cave.

The girl who remained in place hesitated, paced in place for a long time, and then mustered up the courage to follow.

The cave is deep.

The further inside, the warmer it becomes, as if there is an invisible heat source that is constantly releasing heat.

She trembled forward, and although there were some strange fluorescent plants growing on the walls, the light was still dim, and her courage began to fade as she went deeper, but unfortunately, looking back, the light at the exit had completely disappeared.

Stuck in the cave for a while, the aggrieved emotions came to her heart, holding back her tears, the girl hesitated for a long time before she trembled and climbed in again.

When a little light finally appeared in front of her, reflecting the figure of the prince in gorgeous armor, the girl hurriedly quickened her pace—the source of the light was the huge scales on the ground that shimmered red.

There are huge dragon claw prints on the stone walls, as well as some traces of the life of giant beasts.

The prince of the different king, who did not understand the language, was crouching down and caressing the scales seriously, as if feeling something.

The girl looked around nervously and was slightly relieved to find that the dragon was gone.

"Let's get out of here while it's gone."

She whispered.

Lothar didn't understand, but nodded to her and said, "You're right, there is indeed a dragon living here, and it's also a Karelian fire dragon, looking at this size, at most it is youth, which is a blessing in misfortune." ”

Speaking of which, it was not the first time he had dealt with the Karelian fire dragon, and he didn't expect to encounter such a rare dragon species here.

Simply stay in Northern Europe and complete all the milestones of bathing in dragon blood first.

Wait until you can become a normal dragon, and then fly back to Egypt directly.

The girl understood a few words in Lothar's words, but together they did not understand at all.

Lothar tried to pick out some common words, and even said: "You said that the dragon threw you into the hole and went to sleep, but looking at the traces, this should be the place where it usually sleeps, it is not here, I also went to explore the deeper places, the more narrow it becomes, it is not easy for the dragon to squeeze in." ”

The girl looked suspicious.

"I don't know, I watched it go in..."

Lothar lifted her chin and fell into deep thought.

The beast's instincts told him that the girl wasn't lying, so there was something else in this cave?

"Something is wrong."

He frowned suddenly, although the ghost dragon was not executed by his own hands, it could be regarded as participating in the killing, but why didn't he get a hint of the increase in the progress of the "Bathing in Dragon's Blood" milestone?

Even if the ghost dragon is excluded from the list of real dragons by the system, with the strength of the ghost dragon, the experience gained from killing it should be enough to upgrade a few levels, but why didn't the system give a hint?

The ghost dragon is not dead?

Or is it simply an illusion? His own ontology is still in Egypt.

Lothar furrowed his brows, if it was an illusion, it would be much more reasonable, because if the ghost dragon was dying and counterattacked and detonated the space spell, how could he send himself unscathed to Novgorod, thousands of miles away, unscathed?

Moreover, Karelia at this time should have been under the jurisdiction of the Grand Duke of Novgorod.

How could it be so coincidental that he was sent to the hometown of the ghost dragon before his death? And coincidentally ran into a rare Karelian fire dragon again?

The more Lothar thought about it, the more he felt that this guess was plausible, but if this was an illusion, how could he get out of it?

He slapped himself hard, the pain was very weak, but it was because his defense was too strong, he simply wiped it the sharp edge of the dragon scale, and blood suddenly gushed out.

The pain was so real, it didn't feel fake.

"It can't be that simple."

Lothar sighed.

If this was indeed an illusion cast by the ghost dragon before he died, as he had guessed, it would not be easy to get out of it - he didn't dare to try suicide, and in many powerful illusion spells, once he died, he was really dead.

The girl looked at Lothar worriedly, thinking he was crazy.

Lothar's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said to herself: "This is definitely an illusion, although I had just eaten before I arrived in Rashid, I had already digested it, but I still clearly feel full now." ”

He sneered and mocked, "A beast is a beast, and even the illusion of the structure has such a shallow leak..."

The smile on his face suddenly froze.

It's as if a thread is threaded through my mind.

The words that the maiden had once said sounded again: "The whole town has been burned to the ground by this man-eating dragon." ”

"I saw it go in..."

"And this weird feeling of satiety."

Lothar muttered softly, and the girl in front of her suddenly exclaimed, pointing at Lothar.

Lothar subconsciously reached out to touch it, and a piece of scale armor had quietly appeared on his cheek at some point.

"No, I obviously didn't use the half-dragon, and the shape of this scale..."

Lothar's mood sank suddenly.

He seemed to understand his current situation.