Chapter 655: Man and Orc and Dragon

Not long after dawn, Lao Wei added a handful of charcoal to the brazier, which burned vigorously, first praying to the gods, and then cursing the ghost weather, sitting on the threshold in a daze.
　　
The heat of the brazier was only enough to warm the surrounding area, and the moist snowflakes rustled down. The stables not far away were already covered with a layer of snow, and it made a clicking noise from time to time, as if it was about to collapse.
　　
This dilapidated tavern called "Silver Moon" is located on the side of an unnamed side road that forks King's Road. It is lonely and seven miles away from the nearest town. It stands to reason that such a remote place is off the beaten track, and opening a shop here can even support yourself. Difficult, but Lao Wei has a flexible mind and has come up with a way to make money.
　　
　　 Gambling.
　　
The sun never sets the empire explicitly prohibits gambling. Soldiers often gamble in cities and towns, but gambling is not something that you can quit by quitting. Lao Wei was also a gambler when he was young. He was caught more than once and suffered. After a lot of hard beatings, he quit gambling cruelly. What he could do was still connected with this business. He ran out of Cantenor and opened a gambling shop in a remote and secluded country.
　　
Lao Wei had no power, and he did not dare to pump large sums of water like the underground gambling houses in the city. He just grabbed some food from the winners. The soldiers thought that the place was far away and it was a small gambling house. They were too lazy to come here for investigation. After working for a few years, Silvermoon Tavern has gradually gained some fame in the gambler circle of Cantenor.
　　
　　 Watching the money accumulate little by little, Lao Wei carefully planned and was about to confess to the widowed and helpless Mrs. Herron, but the situation of the empire suddenly turned sharply after the sun did not set.
　　
For several months, refugees from all over the King’s Avenue crowded the King’s Road. They carried their belongings with carriages, carts and shoulders, and some even drove livestock. They moved forward with skeletal faces and sluggish faces, like dead bodies in the undead. Where they walked, they left a nightmare-like experience and experience.
　　
　　 "Cannibal monsters occupy Skogar!"
　　
　　 "The army of evil dragons destroy the Hejian kingdom!"
　　
　　 "The Army Retreat at Daybreak!"
　　
　　 "The Black Dragon Emperor slaughtered Monkville!"
　　
Lao Wei felt panic, not just because of the rumors and refugees along the way, but because of the last time he gambled together, he heard several gamblers talking about them, and high-ranking nobles and officials were quietly taking their The family was sent to Wangcheng.
　　
This is the news that is truly worthy of attention. Lao Wei realized that it is difficult for civilians like them to understand the real situation. Only the movements of the noble lords can explain the problem. He has the intention to go to Kanteno City to inquire about intelligence, which can be continuous. More than ten days of snow has blocked the road. In some places, the snow may be one metre deep, and even the strongest mules and horses cannot walk. God knows how many refugees have been frozen to death in this ghostly weather.
　　
　　Since that gambling, Silvermoon Pub has never welcomed any new guests, and Lao Wei has also lost the way to get news, so he can only stay on the threshold and mutter to himself, praying anxiously.
　　
　　 "Look at how much there is to eat..."
　　
Lao Wei was holding a brazier and was about to go back to the house after breathing. Suddenly he heard a strange sound above his head, not like falling snow, but like a gurgling sound after water boiled. He stared up and looked up, but saw it. A sight he had never seen in his dreams.
　　
　　 "I am the platinum dragon Bahamut..."
　　
　　
　　
　　 "Today's battle begins, your performance must be better than yesterday!"
　　
After 　　 gave an order, the awe-inspiring breath exploded.
　　
In the duel, the warriors bowed and stared at each other. There was a heavy sniff from the horned helmets. Although they were not as tall as adult orcs, they also wore heavy armor and placed their brown bodies under heavy protection. Eyes fixed on the opponent.
　　
　　 The blade holder turned sideways slightly, his fingers gripped the handle of the knife, violently, and tentatively made a diagonal cut gesture.
　　
His knife is more than two meters long, and it is almost like a spear. There is no fancy glyph on it. The pure black blade is shiny with metal. The shape of the knife is also very strange. The handle is short and the blade is long. Not stabbing, using such a knife requires great strength.
　　
　　 This is not a sword that can be used by humans, but the standard black sword of the Orcs, the Black Wing Empire Orc Legion.
　　
　　The opponent holding the short axe also knew the power of the weapon. He maintained extreme caution, changed positions slowly, and did not overreact due to the opponent's actions. He moved forward step by step and tried to get closer.
　　
　　 At this moment, the eyes of the orc holding the hatchet changed. A rock in the snow bulged against his feet. His center of gravity couldn't help changing, and he was about to make a slight adjustment. The roar was already coming.
　　
The knife-bearing orc jumped high, ignoring the weight of the full body armor, and moved vigorously and fiercely, like a ferocious beast going down a mountain to eat. This is the standard jump cut in orc combat skills. It is easy to master, that is, it is not mysterious. It is not high and deep, and there is no change in the back momentum, just ordinary leaping, raising a knife, and slashing.
　　
　　 is a fatal slash!
　　
The air was ripped apart by the blade, making a harsh scream. The orc holding the hatchet wanted to block, but realized that it would be difficult to block such a heavy blow in place. The best way to deal with this time is to roll. , Although the posture will be very embarrassing, but it can effectively avoid it.
　　
　　 But the orcs don't want to go back.
　　
The warrior holding the axe let out a roar of Shen Xiong, as if the giant beast was awakening, and the blood of the ancestors boiled in his body. He actually jumped forward, raising the battle axe, and using the same combat skills as his opponent. It is to compete in one blow.
　　
　　The bladed orc roared, activating the bloodline, and the two sides crossed in the air.
　　
　　 "Clang."
　　
　　 The weapons shook sharply, and they fell to the ground at the same time, and then immediately stood up, confronted again while breathing, staring at each other's body vigilantly.
"All right."
　　
The old orc who was watching the battle waved his hand: "You have the same level of mastery of the blood of the ancestors, but today’s contest is that Tamu won. Although he was disturbed, he is still evenly matched with you. Tazan, you seize the opportunity first. If you lose, you shouldn’t.

　　
　　 "If my blade opens up, I can cut him in the air."
　　
　　 "But my brother is not as strong as me."
　　
　　 The two soldiers took off their helmets, one pouted and the other grinning. They were still two children, their faces were very immature, and they looked far from adulthood.
　　
　　 "Today's contest ends here, go back and change clothes, ready to go to class." The old orc said lightly.
　　
　　 When they heard that they were about to go to class, Tazan and Tamu immediately became discouraged, frowning and reluctantly: "Classes are about to go again..."
　　
　　 "This is the emperor's order, and it is for your good. You will be sixteen in two years. If you fail the assessment, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to win the title of'Warrior'."
　　
　　 The old orc sternly taught, and then reminded: "When passing by the garden statue, remember to salute the great emperor and the lords of the royal court."
　　
　　 "I see." Brother Tazan nodded.
　　
　　 "Grandpa, I have a problem."
　　
　　 Brother Tamu came up and asked curiously: "Who is the orc with few hairs in the garden, who can stand next to the statue of the emperor, and lord Gal is still behind."
　　
　　 "That person."
　　
　　 The old orc was startled, and let out a soft breath: "That person is called Sifu."
　　
　　 As his voice fell, the light above his head suddenly became distorted, and a shining burly projection appeared, filling the sky of Victory, the city of orcs: "I am the platinum dragon Bahamut..."
　　
　　
　　
Blackia woke up from the treasury covered with gold and silver, just opened her upright pupils, her expression suddenly changed, and she let out a sharp roar: "Where is my treasure? Who stole my crown? I will take him. Swallow it alive, it, that's a crown studded with sixty-six gems..."
　　
The attendants heard the sound and ran in in a panic. They knelt down in front of the female black dragon with the smell of gold and silver all over, and said with a trembling, "Your Royal Highness, your crown of gems, you swallowed it by yourself. I'm in the belly..."
　　
"How can it be!"
　　
Blackia stood up furiously, shaking off the gold coins and treasures from the scales, and shouted in a jingle: "You dare to fool me. You must have stolen my treasure. Do you know who I am? I belong to the Black Emperor. Sister, wife of Prince Poison Fire, I want to hang you all!"
　　
　　 The attendants trembled and dared not make a sound. Recently, Her Royal Highness Blackia would be furious every time she wakes up, and they are psychologically prepared.
　　
After a while, the female black dragon awoke from her anger and began to recall that the crown of gems... it seemed that she had eaten it by herself. She played with it for a long time yesterday and loved it very much, and finally couldn't help but swallow it into her stomach. Digested.
　　
　　 After recognizing the reality, the female black dragon raised her head and snorted: "Get out of the way, or you will be killed."
　　
Although this scene is staged almost every day, the attendants breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew from the dragon’s treasure house one by one. As long as they pass the rage test after Blackia wakes up, the next job will be very easy, compared to calling servants. , The female black dragon is more willing to do everything by herself, they only need to clean the nest to clean up the dust.
　　
　　 "Snow."
　　
　　 After retiring the servants, Blackia slowly crawled out of the palace, squinting at the falling snowflakes, her voice hoarse: "It's hard to snow in Velost. That guy from Garon should come and see."
　　
Because of the long distance, she and Garon can only rely on super distance magic to communicate. In the short communication, Garon never talked about the progress of the war with Blacksia, but only picked up some new information about the empire in the sun never set to tell Blacksia. Listen, but this war has been going on for decades, and Blacksia knows how difficult it is, no matter how dull it is.
　　
"Tell Caesar that I want to rest. Wouldn't that guy let you come back? What an idiot~EbookFREE.me~ Blackia complained that she and Kanon have stayed together since they were born for so many years. There are very few separations, although she always dislikes this stupid brother, but when Kanon leaves, she still feels a lot uncomfortable.
　　
　　 And this kind of unaccustomedness is increasing with time, and even Blackia herself realizes that her temper seems to be getting more and more irritable.
　　
　　 The female black dragon paced with a low expression, wandering back and forth outside the palace, leaving huge footprints one after another, and then flattened the footprints with her tail to pass the long boring time.
　　
In the next second, Blackia's expression suddenly changed, and the muscles under the scales were suddenly tense, and she looked around vigilantly, smelling something unusual. Soon, she noticed the strange source and looked up at the sky. Muttered in an incredible tone: "Bahamut... Your Majesty."
　　
　　 "I am Bahamut, the platinum dragon god, the lord of the north and the king of good dragons. The world of Eladiya is engaged in a and cruel war. I am here to quell the war..."
　　
　　
　　
Elf Nation, Wolfheart Nation, Central, River, Monkville Fortress... All the creatures in all directions raised their heads, and could see the majestic and majestic platinum dragon shadow, never setting the sun on the southern bank of the empire. Jiaer, to the northernmost part of the Black Wing Empire, and even Velost on the other side of the mainland, were filled with the voice of Bahamut Shen Xiong in all directions.
　　
　　 The time was the winter of 1782 in the Third Age, and there was snow in Allahia.