Star Forge Titan

"..." Alvin smiled and clapped his hands gently to express his admiration for this proud statement.

"So, Fleur's weight is actually fake?"

"Hey!?!" The beautiful ancient dragon girl was stunned on the spot, and a suspicious blush appeared on her face.

"How could you think of that! Ivan, you idiot!" The little fists that could easily bend the metal railings fell like raindrops (hail?), hitting the black-haired boy and making him beg for mercy.

Of course, that was just acting, and it was fake. As for the little white chair that had taken on the unexpected weight.

Wow, it’s gone to the west.

On the top deck, the two of them were frolicking non-stop, their voices carried far away by the flowing wind. The Archdruid, who was being shown around the Voyager's cockpit by Cat-Cat-Cat Bug, twitched his ears and then broke into a smile, the kind of smile that old people have when they see a young couple.

"It's great to be young, coo."

"Indeed." Heidi, who was accompanying them, nodded in agreement. Although she couldn't hear, she could guess roughly what was going on.

"Little girl, if it's convenient, please continue to tell us about the deeds of this descendant of the Star Forger." Archdruid Kakarom asked with a smile.

Involving the most secret sealed object of the Great Wilderness Forest, even if the other party took the initiative to report that incredible identity, he still wanted to know more about this collaborator in order to make a more comprehensive judgment.

"Of course, it's my honor." Heidi smiled slightly. As a mage, she understood the twists and turns involved, but at the same time, she didn't care at all. Because, in every aspect, her lord was truly upright.

Just like the hero in the legend...

The female sorceress commented secretly.

Then Heidi opened her arms and smiled proudly.

"Then I'll spare you a few minutes while I introduce you to the natural king who will rule the unmelting ice plains, the Khan of the North, the current prince of the Demonic Nation of Elrond, and the Eternal Honorary President of the Silent Desert Fighters Council..."

"Oh—" Kakarom, the white ape, pushed up his round glasses, which he had slipped on at some point, his furry face filled with admiration. The cat, Catworm, joining in the fun, made a similar gesture, and the whole scene immediately became hilarious.

On the other side, Afrediya and Ivan, who had just finished their fight, sat side by side on the edge of the top deck.

Looking at the white clouds flowing beneath their feet and the lush green woodlands in the distance, the two gradually calmed down.

"Frei, if the world is a song, then is there anyone who can play the song?"

"Yes." Afrediya slowed down her voice, with a hint of ambiguity in her tone.

Then, Alvin felt his shoulders sink and his cheeks were deformed by the curled dragon horns, as if someone was poking his face with a finger.

Before he could protest this action, he heard the girl next to him give the expected answer.

"Legend has it that the Titan is the Musician of the Stars, and is responsible for harmonizing the world's music."

Chapter 129: Bird Feather Bandit

"...Should I say, it's just as expected?"

According to ancient legend, the giant god is the ballad singer. From this simple sentence, Alvin can extract a lot of information.

The history of the dragon race is much longer than that of any other race. Although the early primitive dragons had no concept of civilization, the modern dragon race, which was transformed into true dragons by the Titans through a promotion ceremony, has recorded a large amount of ancient information.

However, the Titans obviously do not intend to interfere with the natural development of a civilization. Apart from those ancient dragons that were trained to serve as auxiliary forces in the star system, ordinary true dragons also developed from primitive civilizations.

Therefore, the early history of the dragon race recorded in documents is the same as the early history of other intelligent races. It is full of a lot of not entirely accurate conjectures and guesses, such as myths and legends, rather than truly rigorous and objective historical records.

However, the dragons are, after all, an ancient civilization that had real contact with the Titans. In their early history, which is mixed with myths and legends, there is a high probability that some foreign information related to the Titans was mixed in.

Just as water flows from high to low, civilizations also influence each other. If the gap between them becomes too great, the more advanced civilization will unilaterally invade the original one, ultimately leading to all sorts of consequences that seem inconceivable to outsiders.

Alvin had heard of a similar example in his previous life. In the southwestern Pacific Ocean near the Americas, there was an island where many indigenous people had lived since ancient times.

During World War II, the island's geographical location made it a transit point for foreign armies. Consequently, large quantities of construction materials, ammunition, and other supplies were continuously transferred to the area. Only after the war's end were the island's transit bases and soldiers gradually evacuated.

Some local people watched the whole process, and their civilization underwent tremendous changes. They even evolved unique sacrificial behaviors such as imitating military training, banging iron boxes (to send telegrams), and painting the emblems of the country to which the army belonged with red paint on their bodies.

Locals believe that those seemingly strange behaviors may be prayers to the God of Iron Ships. As long as the believers are devout enough, the iron ships and iron birds will bring inexhaustible food and various magical items, such as swords (chainsaws) that can quickly chop down huge trees, torches (electric lights) that can illuminate all night, magic wands (rifles) that can kill wild beasts with thunder, and so on.

The dragon mythology's description of the world as a song may have given rise to this unique legend. Of course, another possibility cannot be ruled out.

The world is really a song...

"What? It feels like my worldview is about to turn 180 degrees." Alvin couldn't help laughing.

It's interesting, so interesting. This kind of world can be called interesting, not the boring reality that is dull and boring without any change.

"Indeed, that person doesn't look like he can sing or play the piano anyway." Afrediya nodded in agreement.

"Oh? So, Your Majesty the Demon King is very good at singing?" Alvin glanced at him sideways.

"Of course, otherwise how do you think I mastered the music and became an ancient dragon." Frey straightened her chest and began to explain the four breathing methods for singing high notes, interspersed with a large number of calculation formulas, which made people immediately understand what the ancient dragons called music.

However, having said that, Alvin did gain a lot. He vaguely realized that there were similar contents in the skills he mastered, such as the secret of the Lan Dou Holy Fist - the control of force strings and the ability of the Pluto combat body to control space.

According to the research results of previous civilizations, the relationship between space and gravity is very close.

"Is that so?" Ivan cleared his throat, and then, under Afrediya's surprised gaze, he made a strange sound...

Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!!

"Puff! Hahahahahahahaha!" The beautiful girl from ancient Gu Long laughed out loud without caring about her image, emphasizing that since there was no one else around, there was no need to give her boyfriend any face.

"But..." Ivan looked calmly at the demon king rolling on the ground with no image at all.

"Isn't that what it's called when it's in Freylon form?"

In an instant, the Demon Lord froze.

"No!" Afrediya immediately jumped up and leaped towards her boyfriend like a hungry tiger.

Ivan's eyes widened, and he wanted to yell, "Coach, someone's dribbling the ball!" Then, the two people playing together stopped and turned to look at a forest not far away.

"...Beast?"

"It's the Great Wild Forest after all, so there's nothing strange about it."

The seemingly nonsensical conversation had not yet concluded when the forest they were staring at began to shake violently.

Then, accompanied by an extremely high-pitched and sharp eagle cry, a sturdy flying beast covered with golden and brown wings suddenly rushed out of the shade of the trees, followed by a dozen slightly smaller but equally strong beasts.

"Aoaoao!" The sturdy flying beast rushed to the front of the airship and blocked its way. Its flapping wings easily created gusts of wind, making it almost impossible to open people's eyes.

"Griffins, and Hippogriffs? Hmm, why are there Pegasus mixed in there too?" Alvin quickly identified the identities of this group of animals, but then showed a look of surprise.

Needless to say, the griffin is a magical beast that combines the characteristics of an eagle and a lion. It is naturally endowed with powerful strength and excellent flying ability, and its intelligence is also quite good, even smarter than a human child of about ten years old.

Therefore, griffins can usually master a few daily expressions in Xuman. It is said that some griffins can even learn simple dragon words because they were raised as pets by dragons when they were young.

Additionally, these intelligent, magical beasts love to prey on horses, but they have a rather nasty habit of playing with their food.

The byproduct of this behavior is the Hippogriff. As a hybrid creature born from a griffin and a horse, part of the Hippogriff's body is similar to that of a horse. Although they are not as strong as the griffin, they also have excellent flying ability and hunting skills.

It is not uncommon to see griffons and hippogriffs mixed together, with young griffons often treating the latter as servants and slaves, regardless of whether they are related by blood or not.

But Pegasus, isn't this the prey of the griffin?

Although not as easy to catch as ordinary horses, Pegasus is still a kind of horse after all. How could it be mixed up with its natural enemy?

Seeing the group of Hippogriffs surrounding the Pegasus, Alvin seemed to guess something.

While he was pondering this, a flock of flying beasts led by the griffin had already surrounded the airship. Then, this arrogant beast landed on the deck and walked towards Ivan with a ruthless gait.

"Ga!" The griffin opened its mouth and let out a strange cry.

"What is he talking about?" Ivan looked at Afrediya in confusion.

“…” The Demon King bit her lip and did not answer immediately, but her shoulders began to tremble slightly.

"Haha, haha!" The griffin repeated its previous words, and there was a look of contempt on the bird's face.

"It said that it had been a bandit for so many years and this was the first time it had heard such poor dragon language." After saying that, Afrediya couldn't help but burst out laughing.

“…” Ivan’s face turned dark and his fingers made a crackling sound.

"I hate robbers the most."

Chapter 130 Iron Hoof Hook Punch

As we all know, people don't show off their muscles for no reason. We usually call that behavior exhibitionism.

In order to avoid disturbing the normal natural ecology of the Great Wilderness Forest and triggering a riot among wild beasts, several extraordinary people on the airship intended to restrain their own pressure.

Therefore, this griffin, whose intelligence level was roughly that of a seven or eight-year-old child, dared to lead a group of hawks and Pegasus to come and act as a robber. Honestly, given its intelligence, it was able to find such a method to obtain food, which was truly ingenious.

In most cases, considering the griffin's impressive combat power and high maneuverability thanks to its natural wings, as well as the large number of hippogriffs around, ordinary merchants are often unwilling to bother with them, and most of the time they cannot defeat them, so they usually choose to leave some horses or livestock behind for safety.

Such behavior will naturally encourage the arrogance of these beasts, so that they will make rapid progress in highway robbery and even develop a fixed routine.

As for why the Pegasus were led by the griffin, the answer was self-evident, considering that the rest of the Pegasus were all mares.

"Stop playing with food..." Ivan's mouth twitched, and he planned to use his strong and powerful right hand to talk sense with these robbers whose half bodies were covered with bird feathers.

But before he could raise his hand to slap the griffin that dared to speak ill of him to the ground and unable to get it out, a very familiar strange cry suddenly came from the cabin of the airship.

Plurk——!

A tall, majestic, powerful and hormonal dark figure rushed out of the cabin as fast as the African Flash.

dong dong!

The iron hooves stepped on the deck, making a low and distant echo like the ringing of a bell.

That's it! That's it! That's it!

The Titan's mischievous mount, who was accustomed to slacking off and disappearing every day, unexpectedly completed the transformation into a shell. It looks like a horse, brays like a horse, and looks like a horse, but its belly is filled with metal engines and parts. It can also [desert curse] transform into a heavy motorcycle and a power exoskeleton. It is an alien world steel monster horse - the King of the Mountain!

Well, the number is redundant.

The Mountain King rushed onto the deck, without even looking at his master, and stood up on his hind legs, bent his forelimbs upward and bulged his well-developed muscles, and walked up to the stunned griffin and stared at it. Because of his posture, it even seemed that this guy was looking down at his natural enemy.

"Mountain King, you...Oh, I understand." Looking at the female Pegasus who suddenly became excited among the group of Hippogriffs, Alvin immediately understood why this guy suddenly rushed out.

Sad, truly pathetic males, daring to confront their natural enemies head-on for a few fillies. Oh, wait, after being transformed into a machine-like creature, is the Sanwang still a horse? If not, then there seems to be no point in him snatching the fillies away...right?

Before Ivan could figure out this complicated physiological problem, he heard Afrediya suddenly shout:

"Oh, the fight's started! Nice left hook! Alvin, did you teach him that?"

"What? When did I ever teach you... the left hook!?!"

Ivan blinked hard, but the scene he saw did not change at all.

The big griffin that was showing off its might just now was now shaking its head and falling to the ground, with shock and confusion on its furry face.

Not long ago, it was about to give this strange horse a fierce claw. With the brute force of the griffin, this claw was enough to crush the strongest skull of the horse.

If nothing unexpected happens, the other party will immediately become his lunch today, just like many brave stallions before.

As a result, the severe pain in its cheek told it that accidents always come without warning.

Snapped! ! !

The powerful left hook swung by the Dark Horse Mountain King was like a heavy artillery, hitting the large griffin that was over two meters high and spinning three and a half times on the spot, and fell to the deck with a "bang".

The griffin's feathers were incredibly strong, their glistening surface a result of their rich metallic content. Like a natural armor, they could withstand volleys of arrows and even the slashing of swords. But the Mountain King's powerful left hook, piercing through the dense, solid metal feathers, penetrated the griffin's skin, muscles, and even its bones, sending its brain trembling wildly.

At this moment, the griffin opened its beak slightly, its eyes wandering and looking upwards, obviously suffering from severe post-concussion symptoms.

Before the griffin could come to its senses, the Mountain King had already sat astride it, forming a horse-riding posture like a mount riding a mount, and then swung his arms and started punching it with a series of random punches.

The battered magical beast instinctively struggled, but the Mountain King's superior ground skills held it in check, while his fists continued to swing relentlessly. The pair of hooves, now replaced with metal, now fell like a torrential downpour, smashing the griffin's head into the deck bit by bit with unstoppable force.

"Hmm..." The white ape Kakarom, who had arrived at the top deck at some point, looked like he had a toothache.

"This is a golden-feathered griffin." The old archdruid sighed helplessly.

"So?" Alvin looked at the old man in confusion.

"Due to their habitat and diet, the feathers around their necks can become incredibly colorful, appearing like a pure red-yellow. As a result, they were hunted en masse to the brink of extinction throughout history."

"But a flying creature like a griffin isn't that easy to kill, right? Even if we find a powerful transcendent, there's no guarantee they can kill it."

"It's true that in a head-on battle, most ordinary hunters are no match for the griffins. Even extraordinary people would find it difficult to catch up with these flying wild guys." As if remembering something, the old archdruid couldn't help shaking his head.

"But hunters later discovered that using horses fed a large amount of poisonous grass as bait could effectively weaken or even kill the golden-winged griffins. After that, hunting became very easy."

"Even though their intelligence far surpassed that of ordinary beasts, more and more griffins were stricken or killed by poison. At that time, they could only be skinned and stuffed by hunters, or their heads would be chopped off and stuffed. Before it was banned, nobles and wealthy merchants from all over the world also enjoyed purchasing these items as interior decorations."

"Therefore, the number of golden-winged griffins has not fully recovered until now. If possible, please let that one..." At this point, even Mr. Kakarom, the Archdruid, paused very delicately before continuing:

"Anyway, let the horse live."