Warm Dragon

"To the deceased! To our close comrades-in-arms, brothers and sisters who share life and death!" At the banquet of the Fluorescent Castle, Baron Roman raised his wine glass high.

"Honor the dead!"

"To comrades in arms!"

"Respect brothers and sisters!"

The Lords, Lords, Phantom Beast Knights, and some of the Grand Knights present raised their glasses together in response to Baron Roman's congratulations.

Russell also raised his glass and drank the wine in one gulp after giving a speech.

Although he did not fight with the Knights, this did not prevent him from empathizing with the congratulations. Because in the past half a year, the Knights of the Dark Light Valley have been sweeping the snowfields, with brilliant results and considerable sacrifices.

A total of seven knights were killed.

For the knights with less than 300 people, every knight killed in battle was a huge loss.

This means that the Snow Giant Da has learned to draw firepower from the bottom of the cauldron and hide the Snow Demon. Otherwise, the Knights will suffer even greater sacrifices in fighting the Snow Demon.

"Although nominally, these knights followed their father and died in three years of hard labor in battle. But I know that if it were not for hunting more ice beads, my father would never work so hard as to sacrifice the knights."

Russell thought in his mind.

If it was just about hard labor in combat, even if the Red Castle would send dragon knights to supervise it, Baron Roman would not be so involved.

It is absolutely possible to paddle, with the safety of the Knights as the top priority, and strive to achieve zero sacrifice.

"But after today, if there are enough ice beads, the knights can paddle and fight, minimizing casualties in the next two and a half years."

After the banquet.

The drunken knights did not go home and stayed in the Fluorescent Castle.

However, Baron Roman, Russell, and their eldest brother Roland used their fighting spirit to sober up and entered the study together. Instead of letting the servants come to bring tea and water, Mrs. Meryl came over personally and made tea for the father and son.

Wow.

Baron Roman took out a bag of ice beads and placed it on the table: "This is the result of this month's battle. Snow ghosts are getting harder and harder to find. There are not as many ice beads as last month... I never thought that one day, I would lament the snow." Too few ghosts!”

"Thank you, father. This bag of ice beads should be enough." Russell weighed the bag and found at least five hundred ice beads.

"sure?"

"Yes."

"That's good." Baron Roman smiled, "Then I will relax at home for a few days, and then take the knights to the snowfield to relax, so that I won't have to look for the snow ghost so hard."

"Father, please be sure to record the pension of the fallen knight in my account." Russell said.

Baron Roman snorted: "If you don't tell me, I will put it on your account. If you hadn't pressed me hard, how could I have put so much effort into hunting the snow ghost? Although I can excuse three years of hard labor in combat, the knights There are complaints after all.”

The eldest brother Roland also said: "Russell, after you ride the dragon, you will also join the Knights and participate in hard labor in combat."

Speaking of "riding a dragon", even though Roland had accepted the reality, he still felt a soreness in his teeth.

Russell nodded: "Okay."

"Let's digest the ice beads here." Mrs. Meryl said, "Let's also see what the dragon egg looks like after it is completed... I never thought that the wyvern would hatch inside the egg. "

Whether it is a flying dragon born in a snowfield or a flying dragon born in a volcanic oasis, they all erupt from hot springs.

There has never been this stage of dragon eggs.

In other words, even if there were, no one could discover dragon eggs before the hot springs erupted, so no one had ever heard of wyverns hatching from dragon eggs.

After all, dragons have no gender and naturally cannot mate or reproduce.

Completely born and raised.

"Okay, mother." Russell didn't hesitate, took out the ice beads and fed them to the black oil dragon eggs one by one.

The pure little heart in the black oil dragon egg cheered with joy again, and then one white light after another swallowed the ice bead. With each ice bead swallowed, there was a trace of red on the dark red dragon egg shell. Light rises.

After swallowing nearly four hundred ice beads, the black oil dragon egg stopped swallowing.

The oval dragon egg the size of a glass marble has completely turned into a dazzling red gemstone. The feeling of blood connection comes from the gemstone and is projected into Russell's mind along the spiritual connection.

Then.

Then he heard a clear milking sound like a baby: "Father..."

This is the black oil dragon Russell calling him in his heart. Although it has not hatched yet, its pure little heart has finally taken shape, and it has begun to have real wisdom, and can communicate with Russell spiritually between the dragon and the knight.

"Rosay!"

"Father..." Rossay responded crisply.

"What's the matter, Russell?" Mrs. Meryl asked curiously when she saw Russell's surprised expression.

Russell raised his head and said with a bright smile: "Mother, it's Russell who is calling me. It has opened its spiritual intelligence and can communicate with me normally. Moreover, it calls me father. Now I am not only a flying dragon knight, but also a flying dragon." Father!"

"Really? It's great!" Mrs. Meryl cried with joy.

Baron Roman kept talking, feeling pleased and proud that his son was about to ride a dragon, but at the same time he felt a little bit unhappy.

He worked hard to lick Mr. Ross for many years, and finally got the approval of Mr. Ross by taking the blame for Mr. Ross. As a result, not only did Russell not need to lick the wyvern, he also made the wyvern recognize him as its father.

They are both dragon knights, but the difference is too obvious.

As for the eldest brother Roland, he was staring at the black oil dragon egg with red light, and almost had tears streaming down his face.

"Russell, when are you going to hatch Roselle?" Baron Roman asked, "I can't wait to see what the Black Oil Dragon looks like."

No black oil dragon was born in the Shadow Flame Grand Duchy.

"You can't be impatient, father." Russell shook his head and laughed, "Russell told me that although it has opened up the spiritual intelligence, in order to break out of the dragon egg, it still needs to be 'planted' in the earth and brew for a period of time. "

"Yeah."

"Is such that."

"Then let's plant the seeds first." Baron Roman nodded, "Anyway, you have made a contract with Roselle, so you can't run away. When Roselle will come out with the fountain, you can inform me and Roland and go and see it for yourself. "

"Okay, father." Russell nodded in agreement, "In order to avoid long nights and dreams, I will go to the Great Plains tomorrow to plant dragons."

The place to plant the dragon has been chosen long ago.

It is a plain area fifty kilometers away to the east of Youguang River Valley.

"That's it, it's getting late, let's go back to bed." After Baron Roman said this, he took Mrs. Meryl's hand and left the study.

Two brothers, Roland and Russell, followed closely and left the study.

At the corner of the corridor, the two brothers will separate, one going to the west bedroom and the other to the south bedroom.

When they separated, Roland suddenly patted Russell on the shoulder. He seemed to have a thousand words to express his feelings, but in the end he just smiled lightly: "Dragon Knight Russell, well done, my brother... Big brother is proud of you."