readx;? Dragons are a rare creature. Some people classify them as Warcraft www.biquge.info for example, in the Age of the Undead, because people interfered with the balance of the food chain in Warcraft's territory, the dragon took Warcraft to drive humans out of the mountains.

In general, the strength of the dragon is comparable to that of the sage or the great sage. The main reason is that the body of the dragon is quite strong, and legend has it that the dragon can fight against the gods if it unites.

Although there is a danger to life, seeing dragons is the most glorious wish in the hearts of everyone, especially every child. Even the sight of the keel is a big thing worth bragging. Very few people come back after seeing a dragon, so occasionally people are heard boasting that they have seen dragon dung while looking for dragons.

Yes, you can brag about seeing dragon dung. This represents not only courage, but also luck.

It's like being splashed on the face by the spit of a certain big person.

But what dragons look like, most people have only seen the atlas. So many people, especially children, will always join their imagination.

Didn't Harriet think he'd be so lucky? Of course not. A poet without imagination does not deserve to be called a poet. Growing up, Harriet never stopped fantasizing. It's just that the older you get, the less you fantasize about seeing dragons. As a troubadour, you can't live without fantasy, but you can't fail to see reality either.

With Harriet's ability, it is impossible to go deep into the mountains to the Warcraft area to find dragons. And no one will take a person of less ability to go on an adventure.

So when he saw the dragon, Harriet knew that he was hopeless, and his occasional imagination only enriched his imagination.

Not so long ago, his other fantasy was also not confirmed.

When the song had been sung in Fort Dest, Harriet summoned up the courage to stop the Cloth. He wanted to ask the doubts in his heart, to confirm whether the cloth man was the necromancer baby.

Unfortunately, there was no affirmative answer.

"Necromancer? I know necromancer, but I know if I'm a necromancer. The cloth man's voice was still hoarse, as if there was something in his mouth or something wrong with his tongue.

According to Buren, his memories of the past are vague. However, the cloth people said that this phenomenon should get better, it is only a matter of time. When I passed by and heard Harriet singing inside, I somehow walked in and listened.

You can hear it outside? If it's just a commotion, it's still possible. Although the soundproofing is to prevent disturbance, if people do not hear the excitement inside, customers will think that business is not good. Even if you use a transparent plate (glass), the attraction effect without sound will be much worse.

It seems that this cloth man is dressed strangely and still has some strength as a foundation.

"Then you really don't remember who you are?"

"Yes, I can't remember it now, but I should remember it later. ”

It turned out to be just an amnesiac person. After experiencing the age of the undead, there are not many amnesiac people. In that dark age, people instinctively feared the darkness and the dead. Some people have lost their memories because they are afraid or have been fought, and they live a life of wandering.

A slightly regrettable breakup, I didn't expect to meet again now. However, compared to the dragon beside the cloth people, Harriet's attention was all on the dragon. In fact, Harriet spotted the dragon first, and only saw the cloth man when he got closer.

To get to the next city, Harriet chose a shortcut. This route is rarely traveled because it has to cross small mountains and there are no people along the way. Small mountains are actually not too tall and not too big, which is compared to large mountains, so in fact, small mountains are still large and difficult for pedestrians.

However, there are only beasts in the small mountains, and there are no monsters. So although the road is difficult, in addition to ordinary people and transporting goods, capable professionals will also choose this route.

Harriet is not of a high level, but it is enough to deal with beasts and mountain roads.

The top of a mountain is often a place where people want to stand but want to stand up easily. Everyone who stands on the top of the mountain will be amazed by the earth under their feet and the people and things that have become smaller.

Heroism, cheerfulness, conquest, success, etc., will be reflected differently in everyone's heart.

This time, Harriet also saw the situation in the far sky.

The height of the black dot is not very high, and the high and low makes people know at a glance that they want to fly high but can't. There was also a mixture of swaying from side to side, and anyone who had ever seen an injured bird knew that it was a big injured bird that could not fly.

I can't fly, this is the right judgment. But what kind of big bird is that? It looks like it's big, big. I don't think I've ever seen a bird that big, except for the Wyvern!

Wyvern: How could a wyvern fall over there?

Because it was far away, Harriet couldn't see clearly.

As a troubadour, you can't live without curiosity. Troubadours are not afraid to be killed by curiosity, or to have an attractive story to tell.

So Harriet didn't hesitate to rush to the place of the accident, so Harriet saw the dragon, and the cloth people.

The wounded dragon looked at the cloth man with wariness and warned the cloth man not to come any closer.

It seems that the cloth people have only arrived here one step ahead of Harriet.

"Hi, hello, Mr. Buren. Because the cloth man did not have a name for the time being, Harriet called him the cloth man.

"Hello, Harriet. "The cloth people had long since discovered Harriet's arrival.

"Don't think that if there are too many people, you can do it, for there are as many human beings as a hair at my hands. The dragon spoke in a strange tone.

"Oh my God, you can speak human words!"

Harriet was stunned for a moment, then immediately had surprise on his face.

"You, you, you, you're a dragon! a real dragon! Oh my God, I've met a dragon!"

Pseudo-dragons cannot speak human language, and legend has it that only dragons can speak human language. Those Wyverns or Earth Dragons who have become mounts may have a tacit understanding with the knights for a long time, but they can't speak human words.

Harriet bowed solemnly to the dragon and knelt on the ground, thanking God for giving him such a lucky thing to meet the dragon in his life.

"Sinister and despicable humans, don't play this trick in front of me again. You're not the only one who has used your tricks, and if you don't get out of the way, I'll kill you!"

"I'll go, I'll go, as long as I can see you, I'll be satisfied. "Harriet never thought about what to do with the dragon. Dragons have been powerful creatures since ancient times, and they are not something that ordinary people can defeat, even injured dragons.

"You don't even have the strength to fly, you may be able to kill him, but it's impossible to kill me. If I'm going to kill you, it's going to be easy. But I'm still talking about that, I just want to know about dragons. If you don't want to, I won't force it. But if you miss the opportunity, maybe I won't kill you, and others will kill you. The cloth man's voice was still hoarse.

"You zombie-like guy, don't talk about it. Don't you know that dragons have an instinctive immunity to dark magic?"

After the dragon finished speaking, he suddenly looked up in the direction he came.

"Look, where do you want to run a dragon that can't fly? I just want to know about the dragon, not to hurt you. As long as you promise, I can guarantee that you will not be killed or tamed by those who are chasing you. And as long as I understand clearly, you can leave on your own. ”

Harriet didn't pay attention to the conversation between the cloth man and the dragon, and when he saw that the cloth man didn't leave immediately, Harriet didn't leave stupidly, he wanted to observe the dragon carefully.

According to records, although there are many kinds of flying dragons belonging to pseudo-dragons, the adult body is generally about eight to ten meters long, and the wingspan reaches more than 30 meters. The longest is about fifteen or six meters long.

Dragons are said to be a bit larger than Wyverns. Dragons can fly in appearance, but there are many differences in shape. These differences are equivalent to physiognomy.

Pseudo-dragons, on the other hand, resemble monsters or beasts, and are almost identical in appearance to the same species, with only minor differences, such as color.

Dragons are different. Some have horns, some have no horns. Even the horns differ in number and position. A dragon does not have to look the same as the parent who gave birth to it.

Another point is that dragons can stand upright on their legs, just like humans. This is also something that pseudo-dragons, including Wyverns, can't do.

In front of Harriet's eyes, the pale cyan dragon had its wings tucked behind its back, and the blood stains on it could be seen. The dragon's blood should be green, though.

The dragon, which is only about ten meters long, should be a young dragon and has not really reached adulthood yet.

There are two sharp horns on the top of the head and a spike at the end of the tail. There are bulges on the outside of the forelimbs and legs, which are horn spines. There are multiple scars on the body, and many scales have fallen off. It can be seen that there have been fierce battles.

Presumably due to his injury, the dragon was no longer able to stand upright, but fell on all fours.

"Despicable humans, even if you die, I will make you pay a terrible price!" the dragon roared angrily.

With the dragon's roar, more than twenty figures appeared around, surrounding the dragon, the cloth people, and Harriet.

"Who are you?"

A square-faced man asked, his tone condescending and unquestionable.

Tall, that's Harriet's first impression. is not only strong, but also power and identity all reveal a lofty momentum.

"My name is Harriet and I'm a troubadour. "The situation is stronger than the man, and sometimes judging the situation is a choice that the troubadour has to make. However, in tone and momentum, Harriet did not show humility and fear. The other party wanted to know his identity, and although the tone was uncomfortable, Harriet felt that he should still show his identity.

Judging the situation does not mean being humble.

The square-faced man's gaze swept towards the cloth man, waiting for the cloth man to answer.

Harriet saw strength in the square-faced man's gaze, and it seemed that people had to answer.

"Who are you?" the square-faced man couldn't wait for Buren's answer, full of displeasure.

"Cloth people. The cloth man's gaze met the square-faced man, and he didn't feel the pressure brought by the square-faced man at all.

"Who are you?" asked the cloth man rhetorically. His eyes were also waiting for the square-faced man's answer.

"You two get out of here quickly, or we'll hurt you in the next battle. Remember not to publicize the dragon and what is happening here, or the consequences will not be something you can afford to bear. Especially you, I hope you don't sing about it, understand?"

Instead of answering the cloth man's rhetorical question, Square Face asked the two to leave in a warning tone.

They wanted to take the dragon to themselves, and the idea arose in Harriet's mind.