Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Many famous Greek and Roman writers have described the country of Hyperborea, including Pliny the Elder, Herodotus, Virgil and Cicero. In these documents, the people of Hyperborea have a lifespan of a thousand years, but in this country the sun only rises once a year, and there are huge amounts of gold, which are guarded by griffins that can make dragon roars. From a modern perspective, these records reflect the polar day and polar night of the Arctic Circle, and the sun does only rise once a year at the northernmost part of the earth. All this shows that the dogma believed in the Far North is not groundless.

But there are no gods in the world, and all so-called gods are dragons. So the only explanation for Hyperion is the Nibelungen.

"Your and Chen Motong's speculation is not wrong. Although it is still not the most correct idea, it is very close to the truth. But the fact I am going to tell you may be even more horrifying than this." The cracks on Lu Mingze's body were still oozing blood. The blood seemed as gorgeous as the most expensive ruby, but with the unique fishy sweetness of blood. The smell diffused in the air and spread into the still rain curtain.

"According to our original script, fate should still be on the right track. Even if I discovered this fact, you would not be able to touch it. But brother, you have changed a lot this time. I can no longer write our destiny, so I think you should have the right to know about this matter." There was a golden color flowing in Lu Mingze's eyes, and it was like a blooming golden mandala slowly spinning.

He said with a voice that was almost gritting his teeth, "The Hyperion that the icebreaker is looking for, that kingdom of God, that Nibelungen, is more likely to be the burial place and hatchery of the Black King Nidhogg!"

When Lu Mingze said these words, it was as if he was biting steel between his teeth, wishing he could grind his teeth and suck blood, but the majesty in his eyes was as heavy as a mountain, so his tone sounded like an angry king scolding a treacherous minister!

Lu Mingfei felt like he was struck by lightning.

He used the lust in his hand to support the ground and hold up his body. A deafening sound like the roar of a war drum came from his chest. He took a deep breath and felt the ancient bloody smell coming towards him.

It was as if a towering throne was erected before him. The throne was made of jagged steel and firmly rooted in the deep ice sea of ​​the far north. The surging waves roared like thunder. Ancient copper pillars filled with maxims stood around the throne, as if they were holding up the sky! The ancient emperor slowly spread his wings at the top of the throne, and darkness enveloped the world. Only the pair of majestic golden eyes that seemed to control fate were left shining in the darkness.

Lu Mingfei knew that all his speculations had come to a close: Herzog, the White King's throne, the return of the monarchs, the Far North, Odin, the Holy Lance that knew fate, Hyperion...

Nidhogg!

There is a thread that connects all these seemingly unrelated things together. Someone is planning the revival of a certain supreme being. When that supreme being wakes up, everything that has ever rebelled against him will die.

There is only the Black King. The Black King Nidhogg is the enemy of all life. His return means despair and destruction. His black wings cover the sky, and the end of the world is coming.

“Where is the evidence? Is there any evidence?” Lu Mingfei’s voice was emotionless. For many years, he had gotten used to hiding his timidity in the deepest part of his soul. He had faced Wang Ye and God head-on. Any timidity would be a gap that could be torn apart by the things that had crawled out of the grave.

The general understanding of the secret party about the historical process of the dragon race is that the revival of the four kings will inevitably be accompanied by the decline of a certain era, and the end of the fifth era will be the end of everything. On that day, mankind will inevitably face the return of Nidhogg.

In the previous time and space, Leonge also said that the first generation of Lionheart Society had obtained the flesh and blood of the Black King, but no dragon was prepared to take that flesh and blood, because all dragons knew that the emperor would definitely return, no matter who did what, the Black King would keep the appointment with doomsday and return to the world on the day when the end came.

This is the mainstream view of the mixed-bloods on the Black King, so Kassel Academy's crazy hunt for the dragon clan is a bit like a drowning man's desperate counterattack.

But since he had been mentally prepared, when he got this important news from Lu Mingze, although Lu Mingfei was still uneasy, it was no longer so difficult to accept. But President Lu was also a man who had seen a lot of storms, and of course he would not believe Lu Mingze's nonsense just because he said a few words. Everything had to be based on evidence.

Lu Mingze was stunned for a moment, "Of course, I have sent it to your personal email. You will be able to see it when you return after you have sorted out the things here."

“Is there really evidence?” Lu Mingfei’s facial muscles twitched slightly. His hard facial bones and scales prevented him from making many difficult expressions.

"You have already found out about Maria the Star, the founder of the Far North. I suspect she is related to me. I suspect she was contaminated by the Black King's genes, but I need more solid evidence." Lu Mingze said, "You will know when you go back. The recorded behavior of that lady is a replica of Jörmungandr."

"Looking at the current situation, is it a bit far-fetched for me to get out of this unscathed?" Lu Mingfei turned around and looked at the two Odins who were frozen in this gray space and time. They sat on their horses, like monarchs on the throne, with their giant swords and spears emitting tidal-like light. The strength of each Odin was probably similar, and the glow lingering on them was similar, like a raging fire that could burn the sky. The light was majestic and terrifying, and the hot air flow splashed out in a fixed trajectory along with the elemental turbulence caused by the Odins' breathing. Sleipnir's scales were all messed up, and lightning fragments spewed out of their nasal cavities, reflecting their faces, which were sacred, but hideous and terrifying.

"It's a bit difficult for me to deal with one Odin. Two Dragon King-level enemies like this can pin your brother to the ground." Lu Mingfei looked at Lu Mingze with scorching eyes, "How about some more customer feedback? I don't want more, just that something for nothing. With my fourth blood burst and dragon bone state, as long as there is 30% fusion, I can blow their dog heads to pieces."

Lu Mingfei didn't know what the principle of this password was, but when he beat Fenrir in the last time, it was 60%, and when he beat Herzog, it was 100% fusion. The Odin in front of him was neither Fenrir's opponent, nor could he beat Herzog who ascended the throne of the White King. Lu Mingfei had also tried the depth last time in the Three Gorges, and 30% fusion was very reliable.

Lu Mingze was horrified and retreated tactically, "Brother, you see I am injured all over, just to help you block Kungunir, otherwise, do you think you can still be alive and kicking now? God has mercy on me, those Japanese who grew potatoes in Siberia in 1950 were not exploited like this!"

"It's just a joke. If this request is difficult for you, you can at least give me a commandment word spirit. I will go up and fight them hand to hand, using my fists and my teeth to bite Odin's throat off!" Lu Mingfei said.

"If you want to kill these two, that's fine. Their evolution is still in the early stages, and their fusion with power is still very crude. I can just sprinkle some water on them and help you, brother, cut their throats, but it will only cost you a quarter of their lives." When Lu Mingze talked about this matter, he returned to his nature as a profiteer. He hummed and looked to the other side, and even the dense cracks on his body seemed to be beginning to heal.

Lu Mingfei was a little conflicted. Looking at the current situation, he probably couldn't get out of danger on his own.

He hesitated whether to make a deal with Lu Mingze, but the little devil waved his hand uncharacteristically, "Actually, you don't have to be so anxious, brother. Didn't you see that Junior Sister Xia Mi is so anxious? When she's angry, she's a female dragon that can cause a world-destroying disaster like plate movement. In front of a true king, what is Odin? Jörmungandr can tear one apart with his bare hands, so don't worry about the remaining one. An old guy will be here soon and he'll give you a big surprise."

"Old guy?" Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Lu Mingze curled his lips and said, "It's that old bastard Ange. To be honest, this old guy also gave me a huge surprise. I don't know whether your interference in fate is a good thing or a bad thing."

The gray space and time suddenly began to distort from the edges, like looking at a frozen oil painting through a high-temperature air flow.

Lu Mingze frowned, "I hate it most when someone interrupts me when I'm reminiscing about the past with my brother." But he still turned around, waved, and shouted to Lu Mingfei, "Brother, see you next time. Bye, this time I helped you block Kungunir and that's just a reward from your customer. Next time, I'll charge you for this kind of thing!"

A huge black umbrella appeared in the little devil's hand, he hummed an old Irish folk song, and disappeared in the dark rain.

Time began to flow again at a very slow pace. Although Lu Mingfei's thoughts were still as fast as when he was communicating with Lu Mingze, his body could only move like those slowly falling raindrops, almost stuck in a quagmire.

He saw with his own eyes Odin holding the knife turn around and look back and raise the sword towards him again, but a lightning-like crack appeared under the iron mask and the single eye in an instant. He also saw with his own eyes Odin holding the gun turn around and throw the gun, and a deafening roar resounded in the sky.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the depths of the rain. Lu Mingfei's face suddenly became uglier. The two eight-legged horses raised their front hooves in awe and excitement. The Odins immediately looked around, and their burning golden eyes seemed to be spewing flames.

The sound of horse hooves was so clear, majestic and heavy, as if they were carrying mountains approaching.

An even larger area covered from the direction of Chicago. It was the area of ​​strong wind. The knight was approaching. Every step he took was shaking the real world and Nibelung. The two Odins looked in different directions. They both realized that something was coming.

That thing is angry.

Finally, the strong wind cut through the clouds that were dropping rain, and the knight stood in the clouds.

He was wearing a majestic armor made of bronze, and in his hand he held a flaming metal halberd. The horse under the knight was pure black, purer than the night, except for its four hooves, which were white like snow. It was as majestic as a mountain, and also looked like a ferocious throne.

The knight in the clouds sat on his throne, quietly looking down at Odin.

Looking down at God.

Chapter 117 Memories are the epitaphs of the lonely (-word chapter, please subscribe)

time.

Early 2010, Chicago.

Hilbert Jean Ange, the true iron-blooded tyrant in the hybrid society, holds absolute hatred for any dragons and treats any pure-blooded dragons and out-of-control hybrids with complete destruction.

He stood quietly in front of the dark green cocoon and silently pulled out a poisoned folding knife from his sleeve.

The colors around him were fading, and some more ridiculous light was taking over his vision.

Ange knew that the mental influence of pure-blooded dragons on hybrids was taking effect. Just a few minutes ago, his best student Lu Mingfei fell into a deep sleep due to this influence and was taken away by Chu Zihang.

An extremely realistic picture slowly unfolded in front of Ange. The thick fog enveloped him like a starless night. Then, dense cracks appeared from the depths of the fog. Brilliant light poured out from the depths of the fog like a bursting dam, making Ange unable to open his eyes.

The fierce light dissipated and everything around changed.

The sound was as loud as if it had fallen into a pot of boiling water. Angé flipped the machete in his hand, always alert to the situation around him.

He suddenly froze.

Because he didn't know when he was standing in a pavilion somewhere on the river bank. The rushing waves of the river were rolling and surging, carrying a strong and unparalleled smell of blood to the east, and the whole river seemed to be dyed with the color of blood.

This was undoubtedly an ancient battlefield, and the second-generation species had dragged him into a war that she had experienced before.

Who are the two warring parties?

Dragons and humans? Or a war between two nations?

The warriors, their pupils bursting with golden flames, rushed forward one after another, like waves or dark clouds. They roared like a group of lions and tigers and surrounded a mountain. Their swords and spears were like a forest, and the murderous intent seemed to have covered the sky with a thick layer of clouds.

Suddenly, all the hairs on Ange's body stood up.

He realized that all the soldiers participating in the battle were half-bloods, and each of them could rival the most ferocious beasts with their bare hands.

What kind of era and what kind of organization could gather such a large number of hybrids?

Ange looked at the battlefield and felt a chill down his spine. The army stretched to the end of the sky, as if there was no end to it. There were tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of them!

Faced with a hybrid of this magnitude, even a pure-blooded dragon or a second-generation prince would be crushed in an instant.

Who were they besieging?

It was a very high mountain, and there was only one person holding a halberd. The person was too far away, so Angers could not see his face. He only felt his eyes were majestic, and the light in his pupils almost shone on the top of the mountain. He felt a stinging pain in his eyes, as if he was meeting a god.

"The Battle of Gaixia, even as a German, you should have heard of it, right?" A very light voice sounded behind Ange. It was a very young man. His voice was low and his tone was light but majestic. From the sound of his voice, it was clear that he was a natural leader.

"That general at the end of his rope, his name is Xiang Yu, at least in the human world," said the man.

But Ange still didn't look back, because he didn't want that person to see the tears in his eyes.

He just quietly looked at the bustling battlefield. A thin layer of silver mist floated in every low sky that his eyes touched. It should be the escaping mercury vapor. The tiny metal particles like dust reflected silvery white cold light. These mercury attached to the dust in the air would cause great harm to the dragon after being inhaled into the body, and might even cause their internal organs to fail or even cardiac arrest.

The use of mercury vapor as a weapon in the war against dragons can be traced back to the Western Expedition of the Hun Empire, which was incarnated as Attila, the Scourge of God, 1,500 years ago in Europe. In the East, it can be traced back to the even more ancient tribal period when the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors fought for supremacy.

Therefore, the appearance of mercury vapor in the Battle of Gaixia is not surprising.

Xiang Yu, Xiang Yu, the ancient man who shook the Eastern kingdom two thousand years ago and was suspected to be a pure-blooded dragon. The so-called unparalleled strength and power are not words that should be used to describe mortals.

In any epic, the King of Chu is regarded as a cruel, short-sighted person who cares too much about fame. Honor is more important to him than life and wealth.

He was not an emperor who could conquer the world, but instead brought chaos to the world.

But the strength of the last Chu man was beyond the threshold of human beings. He was clearly on the verge of death. Surrounded by tens of thousands of people, he was doomed to die.

With Angers eyesight, he could see that there were winding and huge gullies all over the battlefield. Those gullies were sharp, narrow, and deep as if they were carved by a knife. Red and silver liquids blended together like rivers rushing through them. Faint, invisible areas rose from these lines infused with mercury.

It was an alchemical matrix! The largest and most dangerous alchemical matrix ever!

Blood and mercury flowed together, and the power of pure-blooded dragons was suppressed to the limit here.

This thing obviously could not be the masterpiece of the King of Chu who was already at the end of his rope. It could only be a miracle created by the other party in the Battle of Gaixia with human power!

The Han State forged this alchemical matrix that could kill the king!

A large crowd of people were charging forward with guns in hand, but the man who was still standing on his horse with his spear in hand was like a towering rock in the river, standing still as a mountain.

But the boulder was eventually submerged, and the horse named Wuzhui snorted and the sound of its front hooves hitting the ground was deafening!

He finally raised the halberd, his eyes bright as a fierce, raging wildfire. A hurricane suddenly raged at the edge of the battlefield, but it could not blow into the center of the battlefield no matter what.

The war horses galloped down, their four hooves trampling on lightning fragments, and the sound of the wind was as booming as a war drum.

The red cloak behind Xiang Yu fluttered against the strong wind, reminding people of the dark clouds pressing down on the city!

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The boiling hot dragon blood was pumped to her limbs and bones by the powerful heart, stirring and burning the blood vessels throughout her body.

A huge, dark-colored area spread out in all directions with Xia Mi as the center. The soft soil mixed with broken rocks in this area were compressed by a force dozens or even hundreds of times their mass, forming a huge sickle with an obsidian texture.

The sickle fiercely tore through the fierce light bursting out from Odin's body, and swung a sharp cross in the air in front of Xia Mi.

It is definitely not a dragon-slaying weapon or a god-killing weapon forged by some alchemist with all his efforts, but its sharpness and indestructibility are unquestionable. As it moves forward, it carries with it an irresistible breath of death, just like the god of death wielding his authority to reap lives.

Every dead monarch needs dozens or even hundreds of years to recover his strength, regain his power, ascend his throne, and shape his dragon body after hatching from the cocoon. It has only been more than ten years since Xia Mi awakened the power of Jörmungandr. Even if she now shows the body of Jörmungandr, she is only the most fragile larva.

Many pure-blooded dragons exposed themselves in this state and were found and killed by human hunting teams, so she has been trying hard to hide her identity.

Xia Mi is different from her fellow tribesmen who have muscles all over their brains. She is the smartest king and has a strong learning ability, so she can always hide among humans to restore her strength in the initial stage of awakening.

But when Lu Mingfei was ambushed by Odin and attacked from both sides, the huge anger almost destroyed Xia Mi's reason like a tide breaking through a dam. She even showed the power of the Dragon King in front of Chu Zihang, just to make sure that the man was still okay.

Junior sister's love is so simple and brutal. She will kill anyone who touches her man, even someone like Odin.

Because she is a member of the abandoned tribe, she is as lonely as all the kings and rarely knows what love is.

The fate of the Forsaken is to endure loneliness for a thousand years while sitting on the throne, and to endure darkness in dreams for another thousand years after being killed.