Throne of the North.

Chapter 464: Snowy Mountains in the North, Dragon Man Drummond
The dragon lord fell and died in front of everyone. For a moment, the densely packed extraordinary army seemed like demons from hell, making everyone afraid.

They feared the Dragon Lord, and the power to kill the Dragon Lord was naturally even more worthy of fear. The human slaves numbly felt that everything had nothing to do with them.

There are only two things for them, to live and to die.

However, looking at the slave who stood up and trembled, it seemed that things had changed a little bit.

"The ancient ancestors of mankind used fire to fight against the beasts of darkness. If they encountered a powerful beast that was not afraid of fire, then it was definitely not destined, but that the fire was not burning strong enough."

"It's not that humans can't defeat dragons. If they can't, then they should find a fire that can burn dragons to death."

"We will succeed one day. After all, our faith as human beings is the dawn of hope."

Standing in front of the dragon's corpse, Ryan did not try to tell anyone his reasoning. He looked at the dragon that was burned to ashes, with only charred bones left. This dragon monarch was not covered with treasures as the legend said, because it had never bathed in the ocean of magic. It was a human, a dragon chosen by the dragon who turned into a dragon.

Turning around, there were no more kneeling human slaves around, and Ryan looked at the people who followed him.

"It was killed by humans other than the Chosen Dragons. Has our arrival brought fear to the civilization of the Dragon Monarch?"

Ryan asked and answered himself and laughed.

"We'll find out later."

The army that killed the Dragon Lord disappeared, along with the human slaves of West Wind City. A few days later, the angry Dragon Lords hovered in the sky of West Wind City. The dragon breath they exhaled destroyed everything in West Wind City, leaving only ruins to bury the remains of the dead dragon.

If human slavery involves many incomprehensible things beyond human cognition, then for the Dragon Lords, stories beyond their ability to understand have also appeared. The one who killed the Dragon Lord Rhinedat was not the Chosen Dragon, but a strange human.

"They actually killed the Dragon Monarch."

"They actually killed it."

In the dark underground, Fuan was so shocked that he could hardly calm down. His eyes were filled with madness and blood like a giant dragon. He was bearing the extraordinary power to cleanse his strength, but it still couldn't stop the shock in his heart.

"It shouldn't be like this. I'm the only one who can kill the Dragon Lord. I'm the only one who can kill the Dragon Lord!"

Fuan said angrily, then suddenly raised his head and roared.

The roar gradually turned into the outline of a dragon's roar, and it calmed down after a long time.

The three followers also experienced ups and downs in their emotions.

"Who are they? I've never seen them before, it's like...it's like they don't belong to this world, they're different from us."

Windsor said with a puzzled expression. She was agile and described Fuan and the others as girls living in the mountains. The executioner, as part of human slavery, was also incomprehensible. He had never thought about this problem before. One reason was that he had no thoughts in this regard, and the other was that he didn't care. But now, those people killed the Dragon Monarch.

The terrifying dragon monarch was like a wild dog on the roadside in front of them and was kicked to death.

Next to them, Millie was a little confused. She also felt that these people were different from them. They didn’t seem to be from this world, just like Sven.

The little heads couldn't think of any profound topics, so the three followers waited for the return of the Chosen Dragon. Soon after, the four of them set off again for Blue Butterfly City.

"Grandpa, I want to know, is there a faster way for me to complete the baptism of the Chosen Dragon?"

"One of the dragon monarchs has died. The humans who killed it were powerful, but the Chosen Dragon is right. I want everyone to see that the Chosen Dragon is the hero who saves the world."

"But I am too weak."

"The dragon monarch is dead? Died at the hands of humans?"

The blind old man said in confusion, his voice was no longer hoarse at this moment, as if this matter was also incomprehensible to him.

"Yes, that man had a powerful army and warriors under his command. Even the Dragon Lord was killed."

The blind old man asked some questions and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"He's back."

The blind old man said something incomprehensible, which made Fuan confused.

"Who are you talking about?"

"There are only three keys to the world, and only one is lost in the northern border. He took the key with him before his death."

"There is no human in this world who can kill the Dragon Monarch, unless they are from outside this world."

The blind old man's words made it difficult for the others to understand what kind of world was this? In their understanding, they had never come across such a unique word.

"Lord Dragon Chosen, do you want to obtain all the power of the Dragon Chosen?"

The blind old man changed the subject and asked. Of course, Fuan kept nodding. He felt his own weakness and urgently needed strong power to prove himself.

"I'm a little weak."

Fuan said in a low voice. He was unwilling to admit it. Before those people appeared, Fuan was the most powerful human being in the world. The sudden psychological gap made it difficult for him to accept it.

"As you wish, Lord Dragon Chosen is destined to become the king of mankind. Those powers have been waiting for your inheritance. It seems that Lord Dragon Chosen has an enemy."

"Enemy..."

Fuan listened to this and nodded. Indeed, at this moment he and the human army were like enemies.

"I will defeat them and become the true king of mankind."

"Then, Lord Dragon Chosen, you need to go to the northernmost part of this land. There is a mountain that humans cannot climb. The snow will bury it forever. If you want to quickly obtain the power of the Dragon Chosen, you must climb that snowy mountain."

"But... for many years, no Chosen Dragon has ever climbed up there."

"I'll do it."

Fuan said firmly that he was the one and only Chosen Dragon in the world, he was chosen by heaven, he was special, and he could definitely do what others could not.

"I believe you can climb up, Lord Dragon Chosen. I may be able to provide you with some help."

The blind old man walked into the house, looking for some ancient tool, and finally brought a pair of leather boots to Fuan.

The boots were heavy, as if made of some tough leather.

"These are the shoes that my son wore before. I hope they can help the Lord Dragon Chosen."

"Thank you for your generosity."

The Dragon Chosen team set out again, they were going to climb the impossible mountain, and Ryan of the frozen land was also ready to kill the remaining dragon monarchs.

"There are seven dragon lords in the land of Ethir. After killing one, there are only six left."

"Six legends, aren't they just brainless beasts..."

Ryan also felt that this challenge was tricky. These dragon monarchs were not so legendary, but their power was real.

Defeat them one by one? It would be very difficult. After killing the dragon lord Reindat, the remaining dragon lords in that world began to be alert. The power that could kill them would make these dragon lords aware of it at the first time. By then, he might not be able to defeat them one by one, and he would have to face the siege of a large number of dragons.

"We still have to use the Chosen Dragon."

Ryan held the crown of the Dragon Emperor. In the world of Nidhogg, the Chosen Dragons were created by great beings to harvest human faith. If the species were different, they would create the same species. The Dragon Emperor, as a loser... most likely had nothing to do with him. There were two existences, the Dragon God and the Demon Dragon, and Ryan had not yet captured any trace of them.

Daryl did not return to the Andara Kingdom because with the participation of Grand Duke Leta, the Andara Kingdom already had a legend to support the war in the north. The royal family was also very smart and was unwilling to waste their only remaining trump card while Grand Duke Leta could still hold on.

"According to past records, it takes three to five years for a Chosen Dragon to grow from an ordinary person to a legendary dragon. This speed is fast enough, but waiting three to five years is too long."

While Ryan was still planning the power of the Chosen Dragon, news came from a bard from another world.

"The Chosen Dragons are missing. No trace of them can be found. The Dragon Lord angrily patrolled the lands of Esil and Muspel, but could not find them."

"What about us?"

"The mark Windsor left behind pointed to the north, but we didn't find any more of her marks. But according to the trail, she should have gone to the northernmost part of Ethil, which is all barren mountains and rugged land where it is difficult for humans to survive."

"What are they doing there?"

Ryan was puzzled. In order to control the whereabouts of the Chosen Dragon and ensure that the Chosen Dragon did not die on the way, Ryan had made a lot of efforts.

Moreover, he had previously speculated that Nidhogg blocked the wind and snow from the north because of the barren mountains to the north, making this alien world of Nidhogg the first world where no trace of the north was found.

But later, the scouts came back to report that they saw the ocean and confirmed that there was no wider land further north of the Desolate Mountains. The world of Nidhogg was not as vast as imagined, and it seemed that the Norris continent was still too vast.

Later, Ryan stopped sending people there. There was nothing in the wild mountains and wilderness. Even the Dragon Lords didn't go there. Now it seems that it was because the Dragon Lords were transformed from humans, so they didn't like the wilderness.

In short, the only explanation for the Chosen Dragon going to such a place is that there is power there that the Chosen Dragon can obtain, which can help him complete more blood sacrifices and sublimate his own power.

"That place has the most monsters. I hope I won't die there."

Ryan had a headache. The Chosen Dragon was running everywhere. Couldn't the great being be more direct and find the weapons and armor? Then the Chosen Dragon would become a legend directly?
You see, Surtur of Dusk can do it, and Hobie of the Corpse Demon can also easily turn his followers into inferior legendary followers.

Speaking of Surtur, Ryan missed this fat sheep a little. When he couldn't think of a way to fight against the Dragon Lord, Ryan had thought about Surtur. It would be great if there was still the divinity of dusk on the spiritual panel, so that he could call on Surtur to help again.

"I don't know where that guy is hiding. He must know that I am in Norris Continent. Is he so afraid of the Lord of Dawn and the God of Light?"

Ryan's plan in the other world is a protracted war. Now that he has killed the first dragon monarch, he needs to slow down. In the near future, he plans to keep an eye on the food production base in the swamp.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes. Just as Ryan had this idea, the bard Sven sent another urgent message.

The dragon lord Drummond turned into... a person.

A human with golden pupils and dragon claws.

This scared Sven so much that he felt like running away.

"The Chosen Dragon becomes the Dragon Lord, and the Dragon Lord becomes the Human Chosen Dragon. This makes sense... right?"

In Ryan's opinion, those dragon monarchs must have lost their minds after turning into dragons, otherwise they would not have been able to hide their identities and live for such a long time.

After all, the Chosen Dragons are not chosen by God, but chosen by a great being. The Chosen Dragons have not received much education. They were just slaves before becoming the Chosen Dragons. How could their own quality and education be too high? After they become powerful, it is normal for them to act domineeringly and show off.

The dragon monarchs were not like this, which could only mean that after they became the followers of the great beings, they even had problems with their memories.

This is even more direct than those corpse ghosts.

Now that the dragon lord Drummond has turned back into a human, where are his memories?
……

"My name...what's my name!!!"

The dragon king Drummond held his head and roared madly. His roar sometimes sounded like the roar of a dragon and sometimes like the scream of a human. His crazy appearance destroyed the exquisite dragon cave around him.

"Tell me my name!"

Sven knelt on the ground with chattering teeth. When he saw it for the first time, he was stunned and ran out like crazy. When he saw it for the second time, he was caught and was in a trance.

"Your Excellency, His Majesty Drummond."

Sven didn't know what to say. Even gods couldn't do such a thing, right? How did the dragon king in front of him do it? Did he put on human skin outside the dragon skin? Just like the people of Gam, after being blessed by Lord Ryan, they could use the fur of wild animals to turn into wild animals?
All I can say is that the bard Sven has so many fantastic stories in his mind that his ability to accept things is stronger than that of ordinary people. You have to know that Sven was not the only one who saw it at that time, but now he is the only one still alive.

"Drummond, my name is Drummond."

"I remember that the great Lord made me sacrifice the blood, soul and faith of mankind and turned me into a powerful dragon to rule the human territory..."

Drummond roared, and the outline of a giant dragon vaguely appeared around his body. Sven could see clearly that was Drummond's true appearance. Moreover, as the shadow of the giant dragon became clearer and clearer, this Drummond in human form was so unreal.

He is broken, just like a piece of paper torn into thousands of pieces, and putting them together cannot change the fact that it is broken.

A dragon roar that echoed throughout the city of Odin caused all the human slaves to kneel on the ground nervously, wondering what kind of anger the dragon lord had.

"I am Drummond, Lord of the Dragons, Master of Humanity!"

"I am - the Chosen Dragon!"

The dragon let out a deafening roar, and Sven was so shocked that he even forgot his fear.

The Chosen Dragon?
Due to the difficulty in communicating with Ryan, Sven didn't know the answer. When he heard the result, he felt his whole brain trembling.

That was excitement, that was boiling thoughts, what kind of story was this? If it could be spread, he would become the most honorable bard.

The dragon soared into the sky, soaring above the city of Odin, then swooped down and landed in front of Sven.

At this moment, the dragon's eyes were filled with wisdom, and he looked at his servant like a true human king.

"Tell me, where is the Chosen Dragon who wants to challenge my king's power?"

"I... Your Majesty, I last found traces of the Chosen Dragon. He seemed to have gone to the north."

(End of this chapter)