The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

As soon as he finished speaking, leaping red lightning snakes appeared around Lance Sanx. The power contained within them shocked Dvalin.

That wasn't elemental power, but a power he had never seen before. Dvalin had never seen anything like it before, capable of reaching such a level of power without relying on elemental power.

The differences between him and Lance Sanx have grown even more.

Dvarin shook his head, dismissing these thoughts, and after a moment's thought, said somewhat uncertainly, "I can barely manage to make it rain."

By gathering clouds together with wind, rain showers can be formed—an experience that Tvalin figured out while he was bored.

"This...this is excellent!" Lance Sanxton immediately praised Dvalin, their praise inseparable. Dvalin could barely be considered an ancient dragon!

"Will it turn into a human?" Lance Sanx transformed into scattered specks of light, and then a woman emerged from them.

Lance Sanks twirled around, lifting her skirt, so that Dvalin could have a more comprehensive understanding of the ancient dragon race's human form.

However, Tvalin clearly hadn't considered this. He subtly swallowed and asked casually, "Are you a woman?"

"Of course, didn't I say it when we shook hands? Your behavior of sticking out your claws directly was impolite. Luckily it was me, otherwise any other female dragon would have definitely beaten you up." Another burst of light filled the sky, and Lance Sanks's dragon body reappeared before Dvalin.

This time, Dvalin's gaze towards Lance Sanks was even more reserved. Previously, he hadn't paid attention to Lance Sanks' gender; his attention was entirely focused on her identity as a "dragon."

Now that it's come to his senses, when Tvalin looks at Lance Sanx again, he thinks she's a tiny bit pretty.

Lance Sanx couldn't help but chuckle at the look in Dvalin's eyes. Was this the first time he'd met a girl in all these years of being single?

"You still haven't said whether you can transform into human form?" Lance Sanks reminded her, noticing that Dvalin was glancing at her from time to time and had even forgotten to ask the question.

"This...no." Dvalin hesitated slightly this time. But he quickly explained to Lance Sanks, "I definitely will in the future! I'm not strong enough now, but I'll definitely be able to when I get stronger!"

Dvalin was so certain because his body was telling him that he still had a lot of room for improvement, and that he would inevitably develop a human form as his strength increased.

"Really?" Lance Sank flapped his wings. He'll turn into a human in the future? This further strengthens the evidence that Dvalin is an ancient dragon!

If the ancient dragon clan knew that their name had been so easily bestowed upon them by their high priest, one can only imagine what they would think.

“Breathe! That’s definitely going to happen!” Lance Sanks said, then lowered her head, and a huge pillar of fire spewed from her dragon mouth.

They continued to expand and spread, eventually forming a massive fan-shaped sea of ​​fire. The fire waves were not only intensely hot but also incredibly powerful; even the strong winds within the secret realm could not disrupt the shape of the sea of ​​fire.

Simply resisting the flames is useless against the ancient dragon's fire. The immense power contained within the ancient dragon's flames is enough to send anything in its path flying!

Dvalin stared at the raging flames in silence for a long time, then a rare look of grievance appeared on his dragon face.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know how to do this."

Chapter 152 The Story of the Dragon

2023-09-05

"What? It can't breathe fire?" Lance Sanks exclaimed in surprise. A dragon that can't breathe fire!

Even some people in the border region can breathe fire! Lance Sanx was quite surprised that Dvalin didn't know how to use fire, a standard dragon move.

Oh no, the ancient dragon identity she just bestowed upon Dvalin has a flaw; she needs to find the loophole.

"So what can you spew?" Lance Sanks asked, looking at Dvalin's enormous dragon mouth. Surely he couldn't actually use such a huge mouth to bite people, could he?

"I can breathe wind!" Dvalin said, and eagerly opened his huge mouth. Then a condensed gale spewed out from it.

The gale was like a tapestry of countless sharp metal blades, leaving behind a trail of deep furrows and ravines wherever it passed.

Wherever the east wind passes, even the remnants of ancient civilizations are sheared away.

If this dragon's breath were to blow outside the secret realm, I'm afraid nothing could stop it.

"Whoosh!" The dragon's mouth closed, and the surging wind ceased. Lance Sanks arrived at the spot where the dragon's breath had passed and reached out to touch the marks on it.

"Dvalin is very strong, stronger than many of her people!" Lance Sanks turned to Dvalin, who was looking at him expectantly, and said:

"I knew you'd use that breath attack, and it would be the kind of breath attack I've never seen before!"

"Are there many kinds of dragon breath?" Dvalin's eyes were full of curiosity. To be honest, this was the first time he had ever seen any other dragon breath.

“Of course!” Lance Sanks nodded, then said, “Among the dragons, the flying dragons have the most diverse types of breath!”

"Some can breathe fire, some can breathe ice, some can breathe magic, and some can even breathe poison!"

Lance Sanks rattled off the types of dragon breaths with remarkable familiarity. The scales of the ancient dragons were both their strength and, to some extent, their weakness.

Because ancient dragons' scales cover every part of their bodies, they are tougher than any other creature. Therefore, they are unaffected by the environment, and their breath has always been limited to fire.

Neither solid ice nor lava, neither plague nor suffering could shake Gu Long in the slightest.

However, if they encounter a great calamity that even the bodies of ancient dragons cannot withstand, then the mortality rate of the ancient dragon race will be frighteningly high.

The shattering of the magic ring was clearly a catastrophe that even the ancient dragons could not withstand; at that time, only a handful of the ancient dragon race survived. Conversely, the wyverns, who were always looked down upon by the ancient dragons, showed astonishing adaptability.

When encountering extreme cold, the dragon's dark brown skin turns snow-white, and its breath turns into icy frost; when devoured by mages, crystals of radiant stone form on the dragon's body, and its breath transforms into magical flames.

Even when tainted by a putrid poison, the dragon can still harness the power of the poison, making its breath a putrid crimson, even as its body is covered in sores.

There are too many examples to list.

"Is it that powerful?" Upon hearing Lance Sanx's words, Dvalin envisioned a giant dragon spewing out a multicolored beam of light, a sight that filled him with longing.

When will I be able to breathe fire like the other dragons?

"Now there's another one that breathes wind, that's good, there are more types of dragon breath now." Lance Sanks looked at Dvalin with satisfaction, it's good that it can breathe.

"Can you tell me where you're from?" Tvalin looked at Lance Sanx with longing in his eyes.

There's so much dragon breath, there must be a lot of dragons too, right? He wanted to go and see.

"Where do I come from?" Lance Sanx seemed surprised by Tvalin's question. She thought for a moment and then said, "I come from a very, very far place."

"If you come back with me, you won't be able to come back for a long time. Can you make that decision?"

Lance Sanks looked at Dvalin seriously and asked. She could tell that Dvalin didn't hate Mondstadt as much as he said he did.

He couldn't let go of Mondstadt, but he couldn't let go of Wendy even more.

As Lance Sanx had expected, Dvalin's eyes immediately dimmed. Abandon Mondstadt? He had indeed considered it, but every time he tried to act, his four wings felt like they were made of lead, unable to flap at all.

Dvalin always held a place for Mond and Wendy in his heart.

Seeing Dvarin's dejected look, Lance Sanx waved his hand and said, "Don't be so discouraged, I'm here for you."

"I am the High Priest of the Dragon Clan's Dragon Faith, so I am second in command!" Lance Sanks said, proudly raising his head.

The Dragon King doesn't manage affairs; she and Franz are in charge of faith and practical matters, respectively. If they really had to compete, it's hard to say who would be the top leader or the second-in-command!

"This...this is amazing!" Dvalin was completely shocked. He hadn't expected Lance Sanx to have such a high status among the dragons.

In Tvalin's mind, Famyazra was a massive dragon city, bustling with countless dragons and dragonkin every day. Just how powerful would someone be to govern there?

Tvalin shrank back, wondering if he had just offended Lance Sanx.

Maintaining interpersonal relationships with his own people was a completely new experience for Dvalin. In fact, it's more accurate to say that Dvalin had never had any interpersonal relationships at all.

He and Wendy had been completely open with each other, so there was no need for him to think about anything else. As for humans, he had never interacted with any of them before.

Because every time he followed his curiosity and made contact with humans, he was only met with fear and flight. Over time, he learned to deliberately avoid humans.

"What are you thinking about?" Lance Sanx moved closer to Dvalin, finding the constantly changing expressions on his face quite amusing.

Gu Long's facial expressions wouldn't be so flexible.

"No...it's nothing!" Tvalin shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Who taught you that?" Lance Sanks saw the ambiguous expression on Dvalin's face, a mixture of a smile and a cry, and gave him a hard knock on the head.

Dvarin raised a hand and scratched his head, then explained, "I learned it from Barbatos. Several of the stories he told me involved people smiling at those in high positions of power."

"Are you even human?" Lance Sanks asked, scratching the dragon horns on Dvalin's head.

“No.” Dvalin shook his head, but this time he didn’t try to show those expressions he had never shown before.

“That’s right, don’t listen to that Barbatos story! Telling such stories corrupts dragons!” As he spoke, Lance Sanks’ eyes darted around, and he leaned mysteriously closer to Dvalin and said, “Would you like to hear the dragons’ own stories?”

"Yes!" Dvalin nodded vigorously. He had never heard of a story featuring dragons before.

"Then sit down!" Lance Sanx glanced at Dvalin, coughed a few times, and said again, "Lie down!"

Upon hearing this, Dvarin lay down on the platform, looking like a curious child.

Then, a special scene unfolded in the secret realm of the Wind Dragon Ruins.

Lance Sanks helps Dvalin reminisce about the dragons' past in the Wind's Secret Realm. She is extremely excited, and with her gestures and movements, she sketches out a series of grand and wonderful epic scenes.

The epic featured dragons as the main characters, and it was a melody created by dragons that Dvalin had never heard before.

He would be furious when a meteorite destroyed the Sky City, and his blood would boil when he heard the ancient dragon strike the gold.

This was something he had never felt in his previous poems. A person's poems could also bring him joy or sorrow, but those were fleeting.

The poems about dragons are empathetic; often, while Dvalin is still immersed in the regrets or satisfactions of the previous era, Lance Sanx has already begun to narrate the next era.

Never before had a complex mix of emotions swirled within Dvalin, and these intertwined feelings further influenced him.

Looking into Dvalin's complex expression, Lance Sanx knew what it meant. The story of dragons was the history of dragons.

And Tvalin is now a dragon immersed in history.

Chapter 153 Dvalin is studying

2023-09-05

"Heh... nyah nyah nyah!" Lance Sanks let out a few strange cries after briefly telling Dvalin the story of the dragons.

This godforsaken place was all greenery, and she had no idea how long she had been talking. Moreover, every time she opened her mouth, countless wind elements would enter and corrode her body.

Even an ancient dragon couldn't withstand this kind of treatment! Lance Sanks, quite unladylike, stuck his claws into his mouth and quickly peeled off a layer of dragon skin as thin as a cicada's wing.

Although new skin grows back the instant the dragon skin falls off, it's still uncomfortable to have a layer of dead skin hanging in your mouth.

She had endured it for a long time to ensure the story flowed smoothly and immersed the audience. Now that the story is finished, she can finally get rid of this dead skin.

"What's wrong with you?" Tvalin asked, noticing Lance Sanx's unusual behavior.

Lance Sanks shook her head, clearing her mind of the drowsiness. Then she looked around and remarked, "Don't you feel uncomfortable here?"

This godforsaken place has nothing but endless gales. Even a dragon would go insane if it stayed here too long.

It was only then that Dvalin realized that Lance Sanx was different from him. He was a spirit of the wind, and the trade winds would only be his aid.