The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

Chapter 150 The Encounter of Dragons

2023-09-04

The Wind Dragon Ruins remained as fiercely stormy as ever. Because Tvalin had fled to the central tower, the storm was even more intense than before.

However, these storms posed no threat to Ember and Lance Sanx. The two entered the Wind Dragon Ruins without any difficulty.

"Alright, let's go! I believe in you!" Ember patted Lance Sanx on the shoulder and pointed towards the tower, which was Dvalin's temporary lair!

Lance Sanks looked around. It was similar to the outskirts of Famyazra, with the relentless storm constantly scraping against her body, giving her a sense of familiarity.

I never thought I could find such a great place for a free massage in this world, what luck!

"Looks like that guy named Dvalin is in a bad situation!" Lance Sanks remarked after taking in the entire Wind Dragon Ruins.

She could tell that the wind here was unusual. A malicious, lingering chill was stirring the air, creating a wind that was anything but benign; prolonged exposure to it would make one sick.

Moreover, this place is a human wasteland. The dragons of the border region would not want to make human wasteland their lair.

"Boom!" Amidst the howling wind, a thunderclap exploded!

A massive shadow covered the embers, revealing Lance Sanx's dragon form.

"Wait for my good news, Your Majesty!" Lance Sanx spread his wings and took flight, his dragon wings dispersing the chaotic air currents and transforming them into the power that propelled the dragon into the sky.

As Yu Jin watched Lance Sanx's figure shrink, his anticipation grew stronger. What kind of sparks would fly between dragons from two different worlds?

……

At the top of the tower in the Wind Dragon Ruins is a wind eye, within which lies a secret realm. And Tvalin resides within that secret realm.

Within the secret realm of the Wind Dragon Ruins' tower lies an endless storm. The entire realm sits within a massive eye of the storm. Dense wind elemental power dyes vast swathes of the realm's background a deep blue-green.

But amidst this endless storm, arched stone platforms emerged from the dark blue sea beneath the eye of the storm, standing firm and unyielding.

These platforms appear to have undergone special treatment, remaining unscathed even in such fierce winds.

Unfortunately, Dvalin, lying on the platform, didn't care about any of that. All it knew was that it was quiet and spacious enough for it to stay there peacefully for a while.

"Hoo—" Dvalin exhaled a breath of stale air, waves of pain shooting through his back. Meanwhile, all sorts of negative emotions kept creeping into his mind.

"Roar!" Dvalin's originally indigo dragon eyes turned a crimson hue. He angrily scratched at the platform floor with his dragon claws.

A restless wind elemental force emanated from his body, and small storms swept around him.

However, neither the dragon's claws nor the restless wind elements left any trace on the platform.

This is one of the reasons why Dvalin stays hidden away in the Wind Dragon Ruins—it's tough enough to withstand his attacks when he goes berserk.

The sound of the dragon's claws scraping against the rocks continued for a long time. Finally, the crimson in Dvalin's eyes faded, and his thoughts calmed down.

Dvalin collapsed on the platform, wondering why he was still fighting the poisonous blood, even though Mondstadt had clearly forgotten about him.

The Abyss Mage said he didn't need to resist the poisonous blood; they could transform it into power. He would then become stronger and would no longer experience pain or resentment.

However, Tvalin hesitated to agree, and he couldn't explain why.

The poison's corrosive power was deepening; before it only caused pain, now it was beginning to erode his spirit. Perhaps, as those abyss mages said, embracing the abyss was the best choice.

Dvalin's dragon eyes turned towards Mondstadt, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He extended a dragon claw, within which lay the ancient dragonstone forging stone that Ember had originally intended to give to Dvalin.

The tiny dragon scales brought him the only joy he experienced after waking up. There, he saw a completely different scene.

Dragons, humans, and wild beasts live together in a vast city, indistinguishable from one another.

The dragon could transform into human form, imparting knowledge to humans and beasts he knew nothing of. Humans and beasts were always in competition: knights would vie with werewolves to see who was stronger, human priests would compete with beastly sages to see who could pray faster and more…

Dvalin put away the ancient dragonstone forging stone and looked up. Perhaps he had a third path to choose: to find the reflection in the scales. But where was that place?

Tvalin was unaware that he had always been a lone dragon since birth, and the only person he had ever met, Dulin, was a complete madman.

If he really found that place, would he be able to blend in? Dvalin looked at his feathers and blue skin and couldn't help but shrink back.

The dragons there seemed to be either white or grayish-brown, none of them were as blue as mine.

Just as Tvalin was worrying about whether he could integrate into Famyazra, a huge aura suddenly rushed in from the eye of the storm at the entrance to the secret realm.

Then Tvalin saw a white dragon head peering in from the eye of the storm.

"Are there any dragons?" Lance Sanx asked, pretending not to see Dvalin, and looked around.

"Yes, yes, yes!" A slightly hoarse voice came from Tvalin, who looked at Lance Sanx with some restraint.

It was an existence exactly like the dragon reflected in the scales, yet also an existence completely different from him.

“Then I’ll come in.” Lance Sanks wasn’t as reserved as Tvalin. She walked in confidently from the eye of the storm and landed slowly on the platform.

"Cough cough!" Lance Sanks took a deep breath, and the rich wind elemental power surged into her body, causing her to cough a few times.

It was only then that Lance Sanx realized how domineering the power of "elements" in this world truly was.

They swarmed around Lance Sanx, attempting to erode her body. However, the scales of the ancient dragon were nearly immortal, and the elemental erosion was extremely limited.

But this still made Lance Sandks extremely uncomfortable; it felt as if countless drills were constantly probing her skin. It was doomed to be futile, yet utterly irritating.

Lance Sanks looked at Dvalin, a dragon he had never seen before. Blue, scaleless, it resembled a flying dragon, but it also had four wings, which was truly peculiar.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable here?" Lance Sanks asked, glancing at the two dark purple blood clots protruding behind Dvalin and then at the dense elemental energy around them.

"It's alright." Dvalin carefully observed his fellow dragon opposite him, his eyes filled with curiosity. This was the first time he had seen other rational dragons, and his curiosity had already outweighed the pain caused by the poisonous blood.

Dvarin looked at the neatly arranged, rock-like scales on Lance Sanks' body, then at the two pairs of folded wings behind her, and inexplicably stretched out his dragon claws.

He wanted to see if the scales of Lance Sankssan were the same type as the scales in his hand, and he wanted to touch his kin to see if they were truly as solid and heavy as rocks.

“To greet a lady so casually would get you beaten up where we live,” Lance Sanks said, but he still extended his dragon claw and shook hands with Dvalin.

It's a pity that Gu Long's face is expressionless, otherwise Lance Sanx would definitely have given Dvalin a bright smile.

The two enormous claws, capable of easily crushing houses, were now incredibly gentle. Neither side was certain of the other's strength, and their grip tightened considerably.

Tvarin felt both the expected heaviness and the unexpected smoothness.

Lance Sanks glanced at Dvalin's dragon claw with surprise. The texture emanating from her hand was neither the softness of a flying dragon nor the hardness of an ancient dragon, but rather a roughness.

It was then that Lance Sanks realized that Dvalin's hands were covered in scales. However, the mottled scratches on those scales, along with the savage, broken dragon claws, made Dvalin's hands incredibly rough to the touch.

“It’s not good to just bite off long claws.” Lance Sanks glanced at Dvalin, who had retracted his claws, and then said in a light tone, “So, let me teach you how to trim nails!”

Dvalin looked up and saw that Lance Sanx had somehow acquired a huge and peculiar pair of scissors in his hand.

Chapter 151 Dvalin Can't Breathe Fire

2023-09-04

On the enormous platform, Tvalin stretched out a dragon claw, allowing Lance Sanx to snip and scrape at it.

Lance Sanks stood on his feet, leaning forward. One dragon claw gripped Dvalin's claw, while the other held dragon-made nail clippers, trimming Dvalin's claws that hadn't been trimmed for centuries.

As for why he leaned forward, it was because Dvalin couldn't stand up, and if Lance Sanx didn't lean forward, Dvalin would have to be lifted up by her.

It might look a bit strange, but it was a piece of cake for Lance Sanx. The core power of the ancient dragon—are you kidding me?

She can lie on the ground and stand up without using her forelimbs—there are very few dragons like her!

Lance Sanx's dragon fingers flew up and down, with bits of debris and dead skin falling from Dvalin's claws.

Her dragon fingers, which were as long as a person, were just as agile as those of a human!

"Snap!" With a scissor-like sound, the last bit of excess material on the Dvalin dragon's claw was removed.

"How about it? Isn't my skill alright?" Lance Sanks said proudly, looking at Dvalin's clean and tidy dragon claws.

"Th...thank you." Dvalin raised his hand to look at his dragon claw. The scratches on the scales had been worn away, and the broken claws had been sharpened again by Lance Sanx's trimming.

This reminded him of the past, when the lighthearted music of the piano made him forget his worries, and the ceaseless breeze swept away the dust. He was a free spirit of the wind, the vast sky his domain, where he could roam freely.

But all of that is in the past now. He is no longer the carefree wind spirit, but a demonic dragon that has unleashed a dragon calamity.

"Hmph!" Thinking of this, the pain he had forgotten began to resurface from his back, causing Tvalin to let out a muffled groan.

Lance Sanks saw Dvalin surrounded by the clump that shimmered with an eerie purple light, and she stretched out her pure white dragon claws, trying to pry it off.

Dvalin caught a glimpse of Lance Sanx's movement out of the corner of his eye, and he immediately retreated in a panic, shouting excitedly, "Don't touch this!"

"What's wrong? You look like you're in a lot of pain?" Lance Sanx tilted his head. Since this thing is causing the dragon pain, why not just remove it?

“This is…” Dvalin paused for a moment, then said, “It’s just an illness, an old one, nothing to worry about.”

"Yes, it's just an illness, nothing more," Tvalin silently emphasized to himself.

He had been entangled with it for five hundred years, and originally he wanted to finally resolve this torment upon waking up. But now it seemed he could remain entangled for another five hundred years.

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing. Is this what you guys have?" A slightly distorted point of light appeared in Dvalin's dragon claw—it was the Ancient Dragon Rock Forging Stone!

"Huh? How did you get this?" Lance Sanks was quite surprised to see the scale in Dvalin's hand. He never expected that Dvalin would have scales from the Dragon King.

“A… peculiar fellow gave it to me.” Dvalin recalled that he had suddenly discovered the scale beneath him.

In his mind, besides Barbatos, only Ember possessed such abilities.

“Alright.” Lance Sanks nodded; it was definitely Ember. She then looked at the scales and explained:

“This is a scale from our Dragon King. Only his scales are this special. Our scales aren’t that powerful.”

"The Dragon King?" Dvalin paused for a moment, then he remembered the five-headed creature he had seen earlier. That oppressive aura must be the Dragon King.

“Yes, it’s our Dragon King.” Lance Sanks confirmed again. The Dragon King’s scales were already rare before. Now… they are still very rare.

After all, he was the only dragon to reach that level. No matter how much he was exploited, the scales he produced were only a fraction of what was needed, even after nine years.

The poor Dragon King, all his scales have been plucked off. But what can you do when he's the Dragon King? A whole host of dragons are begging to him for food.

If we don't take advantage of him, who will we take advantage of?

"We..." Dvalin's eyes darkened upon hearing Lance Sanx's words. He looked at his own physique, so different from Lance Sanx's, and understood.

I am different from Lance Sanx.

"No? Why are you so listless? Are you having an attack?" Lance Sanks saw that Dvalin looked so dejected and reached out to tap him on the head.

"It's nothing." Dvalin took a deep breath, anyway. He was happy to see Lance Sanx.

"I know what you're thinking, don't worry! I consider you one of my own!" Lance Sanks saw right through Dvalin's thoughts. She patted Dvalin on the shoulder, acting like she was the boss.

“Look at you, you look exactly like a dragon! So you are a dragon!” Lance Sanks looked at the dragon horns on Dvalin’s head and the four wings on his back, and said, “Do you make thunder?”