Lord: Starting with Contract Half-Elf Twins

As night falls, the sea breeze of Sapphire Bay, carrying a salty coolness, sweeps across the beach, dispelling the lingering heat of the day.

The waves crashed against the rocks, making a regular, muffled sound.

The construction of the harbor has just begun. Originally, the tree people and the crab people were building the large structures during the day, and the dog-headed people were carving the details at night.

But tonight, after Allen dismissed the tree people, he did not allow the kobolds to continue participating in the construction.

Instead, they were ordered to stay in their nests all night, no matter what work they had to do, and not to come out.

He then left the harbor construction site and walked alone to the empty beach.

With his hands in the pockets of his animal-skin coat, he quietly gazed at the churning sea.

In the afternoon, Allen received a telepathic message from Viola informing him of the arrival of the uninvited guests.

Although Viola instinctively felt a certain affinity for the boy, she was not an ignorant and easily fooled girl.

The boy's polite appearance could not hide his inner arrogance.

He was more arrogant than any nobleman Viola had ever met.

Of course, the boy didn't seem to have any intention of hiding this.

After learning that outsiders had visited, or rather, it was almost certain that they were enemies visiting.

Allen told Viola not to act rashly and to return to Stone Castle as soon as possible while ensuring her own safety.

The woodland wasn't far from the stone fortress, and Allen had already prepared to surround and rescue them.

Fortunately, the boy didn't make things difficult for Viola and left after inquiring about Allen.

Allen thus realized that the other party was coming for him.

The fact that the [Lord] is not marked on the map indicates that he is not a special case like Elaris, who is related to the gods.

After Viola returned to Stone Castle, Alan was not attacked.

This made him realize that the other party probably also wanted to observe and test the waters first.

This means that the opponent's strength is not much greater than ours, and they may not be able to handle the situation of being surrounded by Treants and Fiddler Crabs.

Soon, Allen smelled a peculiar scent and roughly confirmed the other party's identity.

When that aura was first brought by the sea breeze, the surging red dragon blood within him already sounded a sharp alarm.

It was a deep-seated sense of rejection, like two naturally opposing sides. Allen had long felt the instinct brought by his diluted red dragon bloodline.

A primal instinct surged within him; he yearned to fight that being.

As the red dragon stands at the pinnacle of the color dragons, it will not give a second glance to any being below its rank.

Therefore, the newcomer also possesses the bloodline of a dragon, or may even be a dragon itself.

It is a giant dragon of the same rank as the Red Dragon, but whose faction is inherently opposed.

Based on Viola's description of the boy's appearance, he is most likely of silver dragon blood.

Allen took a deep breath, suppressing the surging agitation in his blood.

He really wanted to give the newcomer a try.

This was not only driven by instinct, but also by his desire to test his own strength.

Allen couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Since coming into this world, he has mostly thought things through before acting.

Following the mindset of a "player" from his previous life, he operates himself as a special unit, always thinking about how to avoid risks and maximize profits.

But if we really think rationally...

Faced with a danger of equal strength, he should retreat immediately and engage in a protracted war of attrition.

By relying on the relentless sacrifice of their servants, they depleted the enemy's strength.

No, Allen doesn't want to do that.

He had a premonition that if he backed down this time...

Next time, he will back down again.

He will always stay in the back, never fighting against beings of his own level, and never facing beings stronger than himself.

Allen took off his leather boots, stepping barefoot onto the cool, damp sand. He put his hands in the pockets of his leather tunic and quietly watched the churning sea.

Now, he is truly in this world, and he is about to become a king who rules over all living beings.

He needs a kind of spirit, a spirit he didn't have in his previous life.

This was the first time he wanted to have a real fight!

"You do have some guts."

A clear, cold voice suddenly rang out from behind Allen, carrying the unique clarity of a young man, yet revealing an arrogance and indifference that did not match his age.

Allen slowly turned around.

The silver-haired boy, Lyriel, whom Viola had mentioned, stood on a nearby reef, his silver-gray robe fluttering in the night wind.

His silver eyes, like the purest crystal, had transformed into unmasked vertical pupils.

Although he was shorter than Allen, he inexplicably had an air of looking down on Allen.

There was no warmth in his eyes, only the scrutiny of someone looking at prey.

"I smelled the stench of a red dragon in the wilderness. It was weak and hiding, and I initially thought it was just a young dragon who had run away from home..."

Leriel's voice was full of disdain.

"It's just a human who has awakened the bloodline of a red dragon... I'm truly disappointed."

"However, you actually dared to dismiss all your servants and face me alone..."

"With that kind of audacity, you think you're worthy to be my stepping stone, Lyriel Silvershine?"

"A stepping stone?" Allen raised an eyebrow.

"That's right."

Leriel slightly raised his chin, his tone matter-of-fact.

"Listen up, you filthy and evil red-blooded bastard."

"My name is destined to shine in the astral plane, and all dark creatures will tremble at my feet!"

"You have the honor of being the first stepping stone on my path to immortality. Be grateful; to die by my hand is the greatest honor of your life!"

My name is Allen.

Allen said calmly,

"However, I believe your journey will end here."

Lyrel shrugged it off, giving a light snort: "I will forgive your offense, mortal, for your eyes cannot see what exists above the heavens."

"I originally planned to turn all your ugly servants into ice shards in the air first, and then deal with you slowly when I came down."

"But since you've volunteered to come out and die, and even dismissed those eyesores, I won't lower myself to that level."

"To go all out against an overconfident half-human would tarnish my reputation, so I will end you on the ground in human form."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and a bone-chilling cold instantly condensed in his palm.

The pale blue ice crystals spun and condensed rapidly, eventually transforming into a crystal-clear ice spear with a tip that gleamed with a cold light.

The air around the ice gun was distorted by the low temperature, and the fine sand on the ground instantly froze into a layer of white frost.

Allen's gaze fell on Lyriel, and the "Lord's Handbook" panel popped up automatically:

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

【Name: Leriel Avennos Silvers】

[Race: Silver Dragon]

Age: 18

[Character Template: Boss]

【等级：银龙Lv7/枪斗士Lv7/剑士lv4/弯刀战舞者lv2/龙神牧师lv2】

[Alignment: Lawful Good]

Status: Normal

[Special: Atavism]

Atavism: This silver dragon's bloodline has undergone an atavism phenomenon, making him stronger and more powerful than his peers.

At the same time, he no longer enjoys traveling in the mortal world like the traditional silver dragon, but has awakened an ambition to transcend the mundane.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Leader Template!

The main class, Silver Dragon, is a hybrid class that is superior to Dragon Vein Warlock.

They are a level higher than me and hold multiple positions, including gun-fu, swordsman, war dancer, and even a priest.

Moreover, he also has the special attribute "Atavism," which is the first time Allen has seen a panel with a special attribute since the half-elf twins.

Allen's mind raced through various assessments of the silver dragon boy's combat strength. No matter how you looked at it, he was someone who was stronger than him in every aspect.

But at this moment, he was surprisingly calm, and even the nemesis instinct of the red dragon bloodline was suppressed.

He slowly raised his right hand, and crimson flames rose from his palm, swaying in the night wind like a dancing fireball.

The flames illuminated his still-youthful face and dispelled the chill emanating from Lyriel.

"Very well, let's do it then."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lyrael moved.

His speed was astonishing, almost turning into a silver afterimage, and the ice spear in his hand, accompanied by a whistling sound, pierced straight for Allen's throat.

Before the spear tip even arrived, the biting cold air had already transformed into a gust of wind that swept over, and Allen even felt a tingling sensation on his skin.

Allen dodged to the side, the ice spear grazing his body and leaving a deep icy mark on the beach.

He lunged forward, and flames immediately rose from his right hand, transforming into a fireball that hurtled towards Lyriel's side.

With a flick of his wrist, Lyrel blocked with his ice spear, and with a "sizzle" sound, a large amount of white steam rose up.

Amidst the steam, the ice spear nimbly spun around and lashed out at Allen's side.

Allen grunted and immediately jumped back in the direction the gun barrel was coming from, putting distance between himself and Lyriel, who was skilled in close combat.

Instead of giving chase, Lyrael stopped where he was, looking at the injured Allen with disdain.

"Is that all you know, such rudimentary fire magic?"

Leriel sneered, seemingly intending to defeat Allen in every way. Instead of using his gun, he flicked his left hand, and three ice spikes instantly condensed, shooting towards Allen's face, chest, and knees simultaneously!

Allen suddenly exerted force with his feet, his body retreating rapidly like a cheetah. At the same time, he waved his left hand, and a wall of fire rose in front of him, melting all three ice spikes.

But just then, Lyrael's ice spear pierced through the wall of fire, rushing towards him with a rapid surge of steam. The ice spear swept across, ready to repeat its previous move and strike Allen's already injured side rib once more.

Allen didn't have time to dodge completely and could only block with his arm.

A soft "click" sounded.

Lyrel smiled smugly, he could clearly feel the sensation from the ice spear.

Something hard broke—his arm bone.

Frail mortals...

Before his smile could even widen, a whooshing sound came from within the mist, striking his waist hard.

A sudden pain shot through his lower back and abdomen. Lyrael couldn't understand how Allen could retaliate under such circumstances, so he could only hastily jump back.

As the mist gradually dissipated, the figures of the two, now separated by distance, reappeared.

Lyrel stared intently at Allen's forearm. The original wooden arm guard was cracked, but Allen's arm was unharmed, which allowed him to take the opportunity to flip himself upside down and kick himself with his right leg.

But how could a broken wooden plank, which wasn't magical armor, possibly stop my ice spear?

He narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately noticed something amiss: a tender sprout had grown from the wooden arm guard.

"You used... elven magic?"

Lyriel was puzzled; he couldn't figure out how a red dragon, who was at odds with elves, could have learned elven magic.

"A little trick I learned by chance."

Allen answered casually, then a green light flickered in his left hand as he gently pressed it against his ribs.

Beneath the tattered animal hide robe, the wounds inflicted by the ice spear began to heal.

"Hmph, that's just a little trick."

Lyriel didn't bother to find out how Allen learned elven magic.

There are also those combat techniques with inverted body shapes, which don't seem to be inherited by humans, but rather resemble the fighting style of low-level monsters with short statures.

Allen's two unexpected counterattacks piqued his interest.

The more his prey struggles, the more excited he becomes.

"Very good! Come on, show me your all. This is finally not a disappointing hunt."

Allen ignored his taunts and instead distanced himself again.

He silently recited the spell he had learned from Viola again, a faint green light emanating from his fingertips, and the bruises and pain on his arm subsided at a visible speed.

—The attack wasn't completely blocked by the temporarily reinforced wooden arm guards; he was still injured, but it didn't affect his fighting ability.

But he had a premonition that he would suffer more injuries next, so every bit of recovery he could make would increase his fighting strength.

Lyrael didn't stop him, and just watched as Allen used the healing magic.

"Are you fully recovered, mortal? My patience is limited, you know."

Seeing the flames reignite in Allen's hand, Lyrael's eyes finally turned serious, and he transformed into a white shadow once again, charging forward to attack!

……

On the beach, an aggressive white figure was locked in a fierce struggle with a nimble red figure, and the nearby sand was soon covered with marks of burning and freezing.

Soon, their figures collided abruptly and then quickly dispersed as rising water vapor accompanied them.

That's enough!

Lyriel's aura had reached its peak, and an extremely cold magical power spread out.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and fine snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Countless ice spikes burst forth from the ground, like a sharp forest, rapidly spreading towards Allen.

Allen felt the same way; he felt burning hot all over, and his fighting spirit erupted like a volcano!

Faced with the oncoming forest of ice spears, Allen neither retreated nor dodged. He made up his mind and released all his magic power at once, leaving no room for the next attack!

Allen leaped into the air, unleashing all his magic power, and flames completely enveloped his body.

The powerful magic within his bloodline spread out, and the fire element that had been suppressed in the air seemed to have found its anchor, roaring and surging wildly into Allen's vicinity, forming countless fireballs that followed Allen like a meteor shower, hurtling towards Lyriel.

At the very center of the flames, Allen conjured a pure, almost incandescent flame in his hand and slammed it down on the ice spear shield in front of Lyriel.

Ice and fire clashed violently on the beach, producing a series of explosions.

"boom!"

The flames and the ice shield exploded simultaneously.

The white mist obscured the sky and completely enveloped the two figures.

Allen was thrown away by the enormous impact and crashed heavily onto the beach, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

A deep, bone-revealing wound was ripped open on his chest by ice spikes, and blood stained the animal hide on his chest, making it seem as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart.

Leriel remained standing in the same spot, but his expression turned utterly astonished.

His ice shield was completely shattered by Allen's flames, a large hole was burned in the silver-gray robe on his chest, and his human skin was burned away, revealing his original appearance of silver-white scales.

At this moment, the scales on his chest were charred black, and a few drops of blood flowed from under the broken scales.

"You actually managed to hurt me!"

Lyrael's voice was filled with unbelievable anger.

He never imagined that a human with only a trace of red dragon blood could injure him in a one-on-one battle.

Starting with the scales on his chest, his human form rapidly disintegrated, and a silvery-white light burst forth from his body, causing the boy's figure to swell and elongate rapidly.

Its entire body was covered in fine, silvery-white scales, like the most exquisite armor; enormous dragon wings spread out from its back.

Its long neck was bent, and a pair of elegant silver horns grew on its head. Its silver vertical pupils burned with angry flames.

This is a silver dragon that is not yet fully grown, only a little over ten meters long, but the dragon aura emanating from its body is enough to make most monsters prostrate on the ground.

The silvery-white scales shimmered with a cold light under the moonlight, each scale exuding a faint magical glow, elegant yet deadly.

The incongruous charred black color on his chest was so out of place.

"You deserve to die! How dare you injure my perfect body!"

Lyriel roared furiously, his dragon breath churning in his throat, threatening to freeze Allen into an ice sculpture at any moment.

Allen struggled to his feet from the beach, coughed up a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, and looked up at the silver dragon before him, showing no fear whatsoever.

This was the first time he had fought to the point of exhaustion. The red dragon's scalding blood surged and roared within him, draining his life force to supply his magic and rapidly thawing his frozen hands and feet.

If he can hurt the silver dragon once, he can do it again!

At this moment, he had no escape plan in mind at all; all he could think about was how to dodge the dragon's breath and deliver another powerful blow to the silver dragon!

But Lyrael ultimately did not unleash his dragon breath.

He stared intently at Allen, his vertical pupils filled with resentment and anger:

"I said... I would kill you in human form, and I will never go back on my word."

"I have witnessed your power, mortal."

"No, I will remember your name, Allen, right?"

"Next time I come, I will defeat you fair and square in human form, and pull out your bones as a souvenir of my coming-of-age ceremony!"

After saying that, he suddenly flapped his dragon wings, creating a gust of wind, and soared into the sky.

The silvery-white figure traced an arc in the moonlight and quickly disappeared into the horizon.

Only when the silver dragon's aura completely disappeared did Allen finally collapse, plopping down on the beach and panting heavily.

He gazed in the direction where the silver dragon had disappeared, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm waiting for you, Lyrael Silvershine."