Dragon's Professionalism

After saying this, Yang shouted and ran forward all the way.

About one meter away from the dragon, he jumped high, raised his two-handed sword above his head, and slashed at the dragon with all his might.His sword is really perfect, with an excellent angle, position and sufficient strength, it is simply the kind of example that the guard officer will use as an example when training newcomers-if Yang is a human with troll blood, or Ning is actually a giant dragon made of wood, so maybe this sword can really be recorded in the annals of history.

Unfortunately, none of the above assumptions holds true.

Obviously, even if the guard has changed into armor and a big sword, he is still just an ordinary guard after all; and even if the dragon is gentle and graceful, he is still a living dragon.In other words, even if Yang raises his great sword and leaps with all his might, his blade can only touch the dragon's... chest.

And there is a layer of black scales on the dragon's chest.

Those scales are not thicker than those on the back, they are whiter and tougher, but they still cannot be cut by ordinary weapons such as iron two-handed swords. A pale white scratch was left on the dragon's chest, which was so shallow that it was hard to see clearly.

Then there was a muffled "bang", and the ground was filled with dust.The brave sword swung by the guard not only failed, but because of the strength of the scale armor's counterattack, he miscalculated the angle at which he landed, and his feet slanted, and he fell to the ground with the sword.And during this whole process, the giant dragon didn't even lift the tip of its claws. It just watched the guards running from afar, jumped high, and swung the big sword...and then was caught by the scales in embarrassment. It bounced off, fell to the ground, and was almost cut in half by his own sword from bottom to top.

He's just... stupider than I thought.

Ning looked at the guard, who was frantically trying to get up from the ground, with a complex mentality that included amused, angry, and a subtle "shall I pretend to be weak?" He was imprisoned on the ground, and the helmet on his head was tilted pitifully, revealing the handsome side face of the young man.The drop on the ground just now caused another dent on the helmet opposite the original dent. Now it looks more symmetrical, but there are more red hairs protruding from under the helmet, let alone The sharp-eyed dragon is gone, and even the princess in the castle recognized Jan's identity through the magic mirror:

"—it's the liar! That shameless, cunning, odious liar!"

The princess cried out, her cheeks flushed with anger at being slighted: "What is he doing? Covering his face with a helmet and putting on a suit of armor I have never seen before, thinking he can deceive me Why does he think I'm stupider than him? Get rid of him! Ning, get rid of him! Even if I had to choose between him and a pusty toad! Toad, I would never marry myself For him!"

Her nostrils fluttered lightly, she seemed really angry, she didn't even need the pterosaur to convey it, the giant dragon outside the castle heard the princess shouting angrily.

"As you wish." The dragon narrowed his eyes and gracefully bent his neck.

Of course, Ning would not point out that in Yang's view, she was just an innocent princess who was plundered by a dragon. In front of enough gold coins, the dragon was always willing to serve.

The dragon lowered its head slightly, and the orange sparks jumped between its sharp teeth.Its dark pupils emitted a dangerous red light, like burning coals or unsolidified magma.

"Ah, I recognize you, stupid young man."

The dragon spoke slowly, every time it said a word, the smoke mixed with sulfur and sparks would be sprayed from its mouth and nose, at a few moments the sparks jumped onto the two-handed sword that was thrown aside, and the latter instantly turned into a sword. A puddle of molten iron.Yang stopped trying to stand up, he keenly felt the dragon's gaze was falling on him, even though there was not much killing intent in its gaze, but Yang still felt the hairs on the back of his neck slowly stand on end When he got up, a kind of cold, irresistible fear swept his whole body, his whole body seemed to be soaked in a bucket of ice water, his whole body was cold and trembling, and he felt that his blood was about to freeze up.

And Ning hadn't even fully released his coercion.

"I remember that I once said to a red-haired boy that if he appeared near my territory again, I would take his thigh bone off and use it as a toothpick; I also know that in some of your human poems, Would describe the dragon as purely colorblind with no color awareness, but I have to say that I can distinguish colors, or at least, I can see the human face in front of me." The dragon lowered its head slightly, its huge The red-haired figure of the guard was reflected in the black eyes.

Yang subconsciously wanted to hide his hair and face, but he immediately realized that the dragon had recognized him at this moment.He immediately gave up covering his face, but he didn't give up fighting back against the dragon: even if he was destined to die, he must at least give the dragon an impressive blow before he died, so that the next one would come to slay the dragon The brave men successfully rescued the princess.

But Yang still lowered his head deeply. From an angle that the dragon couldn't see, his eyes quietly roamed around, trying to find a relatively reliable weapon.

"...Let me see, what did you just say about me? Dark and rotten lair? Huh?"

The dragon didn't seem to see Yang's movements.It looked at him carefully and snorted dangerously. Yang shuddered and quickly raised his head to glance at it. While seeing its slender pupils clearly, he also saw the ground not far away. On the ground, the pool of molten iron that had just been melted from the iron sword had solidified and turned into a black and hard pile. One of the larger bumps was at an angle facing him, and it was just big enough for him to hold it with one hand. hold.

Maybe it hasn't cooled completely, maybe its temperature is still higher than the limit that a human being can bear, maybe holding it, his hand will be charred in the metal and leather glove... But, in Between stones and clods, it is relatively the most weapon-like weapon.

Almost when he saw the pile of iron lumps (it can no longer be called molten iron), Yang immediately lowered his head at the fastest speed, and at the same time quietly moved a little to the side so that the pile of iron lumps Get closer to yourself.

"Humans, human beings, are always so ignorant and stupid." The dragon said softly, its voice was very soft, but it contained some extremely dangerous flavor: "The dragons always live in caves; the dragons always live in caves; The lairs of the dragons are always dark and gloomy; the lairs of the dragons are always full of treasures and corpses... You are always like this, accustomed to fantasizing dragons as some kind of large beasts, so as to gain some kind of ridiculous feeling that you are above A sense of superiority over a dragon...and, unfortunately, my dragon, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very disgusted with such talk."

Every time he said "very", the thick coercion on the dragon's body became heavier, and the guard's teeth shook unconsciously. He felt that what flowed in his blood vessels was no longer blood, but broken pieces. ice cubes.He looked up again, the dragon's head was still very close to him, maybe in order to see his appearance clearly, the dragon even turned his head sideways.

—perhaps never in his life was he nearer to the dragon, that huge eyeball within arm's reach of the guards.

What else is there to hesitate?What else is there to be afraid of?When the dragon's sharp teeth were only a few feet away from him, Yang suddenly seemed to have gained great courage. Driven by this courage, the guard who had only chopped wooden targets and straw people in his life seemed to suddenly have a distance. Far beyond the power of ordinary people.At a speed that he couldn't imagine before, he quickly reached out and grasped the heavy iron block, and he lifted it up with only one hand.Then the guard held the iron block tightly with one hand, and the sharp and thick fangs protruding from the dragon's lips with the other. He hung himself firmly on the dragon's fangs amidst the dragon's frightened roar. , Then he raised the iron block and slammed it fiercely at the dragon's eyeball.

In the next moment, the dragon's roar mixed with pain and anger resounded through the sky.

When he heard the terrifying roar of the giant dragon, Yang felt as if all the strength had been taken away from his body, and his arm holding the dragon's fangs slowly loosened.The guards just chased down from a height of tens of meters above the ground, and they were still wearing the armor made of steel.

At the moment when the roar of the dragon sounded, Yang had clearly seen his own death. It was there, shining brightly, on the ground tens of meters below him.

...what will happen to me when I die?Broken into meat?If so, this armor would be considered a natural tomb.

Yang was thinking wildly. It was strange to say that when he was on the verge of death, his thinking suddenly became very fast. In less than a few seconds, he had recognized and accepted his own death.

Everything was clear, he was destined to meet death after a few breaths.He will sleep in this land full of potholes for one autumn and one winter. When spring comes, maybe swallows will pick up a few grains of grass, fall on his armor, and slowly sprout and grow. Great, then, after a few rains, those grasses might bud and bloom on a warm spring day.I don't know if one of those flowers is a rose?And if Xing Ning passed by here and saw these flowers, would he recognize the fiery red color of the rose, and then pluck it from the stems and leaves?

For some reason, when Yang was sure that he was about to die, what he remembered was not the blurred faces of his parents when he was a child, nor the smile of the bakery owner's daughter with the sweet smell of bread when he was young, but Ning staring at himself. Those eyes—dark, deep eyes, so still, so serene.

"Ah, if Ning is the god of death, I really don't have any fear of death." The guard thought to himself, "I can see my parents who have been dead for many years, and I can also sleep in his arms."

He smiled and closed his eyes.

If Jan had kept his eyes open, he might have noticed that the dragon had stopped wagging its head and tail as he fell.At this moment, it was staring at Yang firmly. In the two unscathed black eyes, there were rapidly shrinking figures of guards approaching the ground.