This is a small village on the northern border of Ian.

It is said to be a village, but in fact, it is a bit excessive, with a total of less than ten families, struggling to survive in the gap between the two countries. Fortunately, Snowton's southern expeditionary army only passed by in a hurry, and they were surrounded by walls, and they couldn't squeeze any oil and water on their bodies, so they were lucky enough to avoid the military disaster.

But the favor of Lady Luck suddenly failed in this bloody evening, and a red dragon named "Calamity" fell from the sky without warning.

The majestic dragon power opened openly, and all the men, women, and children in the village collapsed to the ground. In the face of ordinary humans who have not practiced martial arts or magic, the dragon can make them lose their resistance without even a small fingernail.

David, dressed in gilded armor, jumped off the dragon's back, and when he saw those who dared to struggle, he drew his long sword and slashed them one by one. Blood was spilling everywhere, and the red dragon Pringer roared in dissatisfaction, preferring fresh ingredients.

"Well, you come by yourself. Davide shrugged his shoulders, picked up the clothes from the rope to dry, and wiped the blood from the blade. He had no intention of hiding his identity, because soon, everyone in this village would be devoured by the dragon.

The red dragon crouched on the ground, its long narrow pupils roaming around. The long snake-like neck shrank and stretched, and a paralyzed villager was bitten, and under the sharp teeth dripping with foul saliva, the fragile flesh was cut open in an instant, and Pringer leaned his neck to swallow the piece of meat, and at the same time, the long scarlet tongue curled, swallowing the soul that was trying to escape into his belly.

This is one of the reasons why dragons are seen as evil, and in their eyes, humans are just a tasty food. The longer a dragon lives, the more creatures it eats, and the stronger the evil aura becomes. Even the gold they have crouched on their stomachs is tainted with a terrible curse that brings untold doom to its owner.

"Wait, don't eat her yet. "Boring Davide. His eyes swept inadvertently, and he hurriedly stopped him. I didn't expect that in this poor and remote place, the girl was a little beautiful. He got up and walked over, with a wicked smile on his face, he had been in the camp some time ago, but he was suffocated.

A dragon feasting on it. He roared angrily. Dargnon patted it on the head, freed the shivering young woman from the dragon's kiss, and measured it carefully for a moment.

"Great, my lord......" The woman was so frightened and frightened that she couldn't even speak clearly. Davide wiped the dust off her cheeks, nodded in satisfaction, and told Pringer to continue eating, while he dragged the young woman into the house next to her.

The stone walls were covered in blood, and there were stumps and severed arms everywhere. The dark red dragon chewed heavily, and the dragon's tail flapped happily, sweeping up a cloud of dust. Amid the terrible screams of the dying villagers, the clash of flesh and faint moans were heard in the nearby houses.

What a spooky picture.

It wasn't until the glow dissipated that the red dragon, who had finished eating, burped with satisfaction, and there were only a few old people left in the village who were disgusted because of the poor quality of the meat. But they were all frightened and fainted. Davide, who was also satisfied. Got up from the white carcass, then drew the sword with his backhand, along the towering chest, and stabbed the opponent's heart.

Leaving the woman's dying screams behind, he walked out of the room in his armor and nodded at the red dragon. "Pringer, set fire. ”

The dragon was slightly energized, and a black-red luster rippled from his throat, and Davide frowned slightly, and said casually. "Don't use the dragon's breath, save a little, there's a big battle ahead. ”

The red dragon snorted, dissipating the brewing dragon breath, and then waved its front paws to cast a "Firestorm". For fire dragons, fire magic is considered their innate spell, although it is less powerful than the dragon's breath spit, but it also consumes much less mana reserves.

Swirling pillars of fire raged in the village, and all the houses along the way, firewood and grass, were ignited by the flames. After casting a "Firestorm", Pringer swung his claws to replenish another one, and immediately inhaled in his belly, and a gust of wind erupted.

The fire took advantage of the wind, and the village was enveloped in a sea of fire.

"Let's go, take another round. "When the work of destroying the corpse was complete, Davide beckoned to the dragon and turned over and jumped into the saddle. They circled around the village for dozens of miles, and when they found that there were no living people, they soared up and disappeared into the southern sky in an instant.

The fire lasted for two hours, and the entire village was reduced to rubble. Dead and alive, all are incinerated to ashes, and the truth of the truth will never be known to the world unless there is an accident.

But the accident happened after all.

Behind the village, there is a manure tank, and the nearest house, all tens of meters away. Because of this, the fire did not spread here, and the foul smell made the dragon and the dragon knight stay away.

Night falls.

After repeatedly confirming that it was safe, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy emerged from the filthy cesspool and barely climbed into the open space next to him.

Smoke billowed up, and the boy stared blankly at the still burning village, reaching out to wipe the filth from his face, two lines of tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

He knelt on the ground and reached forward, trying to grab something, but all the qiē was completely lost in the fire. It was his hometown where he had lived for more than ten years, and it was also the whole life of a teenager.

His eyes were blank and at a loss, he didn't know what to do or how to do it. The mixed feelings, dull and anxious, made him want to yell and scream, but what rushed out of his mouth was a whimper.

So the boy leaned down and began to sob, and the painful feeling came over his brain, tearing his heart out.

He cried so hard that he was stunned for a moment until a hurried sound of horses' hooves approached, and his first reaction was to burrow back into the manure tank. But at the moment when one foot had already stepped in, the boy stopped.

The stiff mind worked again, and his instinct told him that the new group of people should have nothing to do with the dragon knight.

At least, not in a gang.

The boy pulled his foot out of the manure tank, stumbled, and ran in the direction from which the horse's hoofs came. Intuition saved the dragon knight's life when he landed, and now, he was going to try his luck again.

Dozens of knights, pausing in front of the smoky heatwave, looked at the rubble fire in amazement, and wondered in their hearts. Aren't you in the back of the battlefield, and why is this village under attack?

Or did the desert cavalry have the audacity to demonstrate to the Empire in this way?

At the same time, the boy's pace gradually slowed down.

He swept the insignia on the knights' chests, identical to the dragon knight's armor, if memory serves.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Sorry, I'll try.) ）