Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 37 Words in Thunder
As night fell, all the dwarves left the coast and came to the foot of the Storm Mountains.

There are frequent storms here, and the plants have adapted to the environment here for tens of thousands of years. The low, thick branches are rare, and the leaves are small. Only in this way can they not be blown away by the hurricane.

I haven't seen any large animals here for the time being, but I don't know if there will be any extraordinary creatures that love storms moving here.

For safety and comfort, the dwarves, who were as good at mining and digging caves as the kobolds, dug a cave on the spot that was big enough for more than fifty dwarves to live in, and moved all the supplies on board into the cave.

Weapons, armor, and ingots have all been put away by Ron with the storage ring.

The dilapidated barque was completely emptied, and finally its planks were removed for firewood.

In the cave, dry wood soaked in tung oil and used to build ships crackled violently in the fire.

Most of the supplies in the dwarves' cabins were soaked in water, and there was only a small part of the dry grain, so they simply took out the soaked grain and ate a big meal.

Using spells to extract clean water, the dwarves cooked the soaked bread, diced bacon, and bulb potatoes into a pot of thick potato bacon porridge, served with grilled octopus brachiopods, and all dwarves They kept gobbling.

For three days and two nights in the storm, they had no food at all, and they were already hungry and crazy.

After filling their stomachs a little, they opened the oak barrels one by one and poured golden wine directly into their mouths.

These are all golden rums to be sold, and one oak barrel can sell [-] gold coins, but now that the ships are gone, the business cannot be done, and the alcoholic dwarves are happy to play for the owners of these goods. their residual value.

The two oak barrels bottomed out quickly, and the drunken dwarves laughed loudly around the bonfire. When someone played a tune, all the dwarves sang and danced together with rough voices, completely forgetting the horrible experiences of the past few days.

Ron, who was enjoying a large piece of octopus arm and leg outside the cave, suddenly fell in love with these heartless (and maybe brainless) dwarves.

As the fire dimmed, the extremely exhausted dwarves fell asleep wrapped in dried furs and quilts, and the entire cave was filled with snoring sounds one after another.

Ron decided to wait for the dwarves to move in. He must let the dwarves live as far away from his dragon's lair as possible.

The wind gradually picked up, the sky and the sea were as dark as ink, and there was a faint thunder sound from the distant sea, indicating that the storm was coming again.

Ron took out the staff he had seized from Glengorna, and sealed the caves of the dwarves with a wall of stone spell, so that they could sleep well in the storm.

Of course, he didn't forget to leave a ventilation hole for the dwarf. It would be a big loss if all the professionals he finally picked up died of carbon monoxide poisoning in their sleep.

"Boom!"

A huge bolt of lightning exploded near the coast, and the surrounding area was as bright as day in an instant.

Suddenly, the wind howled, and the entire sky rained down on the water curtain. The thunder and lightning forest continued to explode in the distant sea, and the huge waves hitting the coast roared and shook.

Ron's eyes were illuminated by streaks of lightning, and the extreme pleasure hidden in his blood made him extremely eager for this extreme storm.

Without much hesitation, he flapped his wings and rushed towards the dark clouds that descended from the water curtain.

Ron crossed the coast, crossed the sea, and flew towards the storm.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl struck Ron's body, and a tingling sensation of pleasure spread throughout his body.

At the moment when the lightning fell and illuminated the world, a blue dragon flew between the water curtains at an extremely fast speed, and then disappeared into the darkness after the light disappeared in an instant.

A series of lightning strikes on Ron's body, causing his scales to emit azure light as if charged, and countless electric snakes wandered uncontrollably on his body.

"boom!"

There was another flash of lightning, but Ron, who was roaring happily, stopped abruptly in astonishment, flapping his wings and stopping in the air.

"...build my palace with your heads..."

A faint majestic laugh echoed in Ron's ears.

This sentence accompanied by wild laughter was uttered in Dragon Language, Ron can be sure.

"There's something wrong with this place." Ron frowned and looked at the lightning forest beside him, suddenly feeling a little dark and weird.

Suddenly, another thunderbolt struck at Long En, and intermittent words appeared again.

"...the empire... will not..."

Ron was shocked by the shock, and immediately realized that there was something wrong with the lightning.

Seeing that this abnormality did not affect him, Ron decided to continue flying towards the depths of the Sea of ​​Storms, and at the same time he was ready to turn around and run away at any time.

Thunder and lightning still kept falling, and lightning fell on Ron from time to time. Every few flashes of lightning Ron would hear a little whisper or growl in dragon language, sometimes it was a complete sentence, sometimes it was Several scattered words or phrases.

But unfortunately, Ron has not heard any useful information.

The storm came and went quickly. After Ron flew for several hours in the thunderstorm and heavy rain, the rain suddenly began to decrease. The lightning and thunder subsided immediately, and the thick clouds were also dispersed by the strong wind.

Without the rainstorm and lightning, naturally he couldn't hear the words transmitted by the lightning, so Ron had to turn around and fly back.

He didn't feel anything when he was flying wildly in the storm. It was only when he flew back that Ron realized that he had flown such a long distance, probably hundreds of kilometers away from the continent of Onia.

After several hours of flying, Ron vaguely guessed the age of the owner of the voice from the words transmitted by the lightning.

He heard words such as "True Dragon Empire" and "giant", "war", and some sentences seemed to be spoken in battle.

These were left by a certain powerful true dragon during the battle between true dragons and giants in ancient times, and, judging from the way it left and transmitted the sound, that powerful true dragon was still a blue dragon. dragon.

Ron knew very little about that period of ancient history. He only knew that the battle between the real dragon and the giant made the two become mortal enemies, and they had been fighting endlessly for several epochs. After all, he did not have the inheritance of the dragon.

But in fact, those true dragons who normally have the inheritance of the dragon will not understand that period of history. At most, they can know the intensity and outcome of that war, and the detailed process has long been covered up or deleted.

The capacity of the Dragon's Legacy has its upper limit. From ancient times to the present, new things are constantly being born, and it is impossible to cram them all into the Legacy.

Not to mention that there are some narcissistic true dragons who will pack their own biography into the inheritance, so that future generations can witness their glorious history.

The powerful true dragons who have the ability to modify the inheritance content can only delete some inheritance content that is too old or useless.

After feeling a lot about the power of the real dragon who can leave his voice behind for thousands of years, Ron sighed and said:
"The undead lingering in the underground ruins, the reverberations left over from the battle of the true dragon and the giant in the sea of ​​storms, why are they all related to ancient history? What happened to me every day?"

(End of this chapter)