The sun shines at the top of the sky, and the sky is blue and clear.
What a strange feeling the windy sound you hear in your ear and the continuous light sound of carrara played by the dragon urchin.
A carriage would take a week, and Winged Dragon (Wyburn) was flying at a slippery speed, instantly shrinking its distance to its destination.
By the time a moment passes, the Farkisos Mountains in the northeastern part of the continent with their Rudens and Tibalagi villages will be smaller in the rear and eventually cross one great river ilksauce.
Then, now I could see the blue mountain ranges leading forward to the northwest of the continent approaching gushing.
"It's the Parnomechia Mountains!
"Dragon Man, where your hometown is."
The Parnomechian Mountains are also known as the flourishing lands of ancient super civilizations, and are home to the Dragon People (Draguns).
We've been here before on a trip to save Plumb's life.
The interior is cleverly covered with multiple special junctions, so you won't be able to see it from above.
Looking down, our Wyburn's three bat-like feathers and lizard-like tails cast a shadow over the under-eyed Great Forest of Kyodettel.
"- Our hometown, you just have to stop by on your way home. Sage Grecas."
The daughter of a dragon man named Aigil looks back and says:
He looks and looks wild and a little hard to get close to, but he looks like a pretty casual daughter. We saved Dragon Man (Draguns) before, probably because we know it among the adults who were away at that time.
"That helps! I wanted to thank the elders for helping me with the pram and go with the greeting. I want you to stop by on the way home."
"Wakatta. I'll tell him. Return...? I hope it works, and your healing."
"Be sure to fix it and show it to me"
I held Manuferno from behind and turned my gaze to the mountains ahead again.
This time the destination is the temple of ancient ruins held at the foot of the Parnokia Mountains.
True Dragon (High Dragon) and Ayrheim Li Euglia live there secluded.
You could be rampant or violent with wound pain, and you need to take a cautious approach.
Secondary told me that "the situation at the time of the breaking of the corner" was actually quite close to an ambush. In the first place, it is difficult to defeat a true dragon in a warrior in line, whether it is a magic battle or a physical battle.
Unless it's an Ergonote-like treasure, there are still a few followers of Dragon Man (Draguns) who excel in interpersonal combat in the Temple.
It was only because of the powerful magic of the icy wizard Cuberleria that I was able to tease the eyes of that surveillance and break the horns of the Hydragon.
He said that the human body had dramatically lowered temperatures in the Temple area to unbearable proportions, and had half-conscious dragon men (dragons) vulnerable to low temperatures, and had likewise axed the horns of the hibernating True Dragon (high dragons).
- Sure, the only way to do that would be to break only the corners.
But if you were in a coma, could it be that you haven't seen the Second...?
Peeping downstairs with a lot of ideas reminds me that I'm flying at a blinding height and my groin shrinks unexpectedly.
The altitude indicated by the tactical information display (tactics) is 250 Merte. The speed of flight seems to be over 100 kilometres per hour.
He wings and increases altitude by about fifty mertes, and then he repeats the way he flies quietly to skies. At first I was afraid of shaking and wind, but both Manuferno and Hemperoza seemed used to it.
Were you tired of being in the pram? I'm half asleep.
"Here, Plum! Whatever it takes, you fall asleep!
"Huh...? Yes, sir."
"To!? To the pram! Don't go to sleep."
The redhead twin tail is patchy and flaky. I guess I'll have to tie it back later, and I was rocking on Wyburn's back worrying I didn't care.
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Eventually, after noon, we stepped down to the Temple.
The temple was a stone piled square altar-like building, secluded to be buried in the woods.
I said altar because it's just a pillar, like the view over there is clear. It is about twenty merte squares in size and appears to be made of a combination of white, shining, intricately shaped marble.
Reliefs of literature have been applied to stone walls and floors that have never wondered if they are from an era older than the millennial imperial period.
Probably something with a magical connotation, but matching with a search magic (Ggol) image search (Gazon) does not find it applicable.
"Here, there's a Hydragon...?
It's not even a building that looks around or a giant dragon is going to lurk. Even though the surrounding forest is deep, it doesn't look like a true dragon (High Dragon) lurking that says it's over 100 mertes long.
- No reaction to the Soviet kingdom, either?
However, measurements were obtained that showed a slight "distortion" in the space. It can be seen that there is a fairly advanced system of cover-up (stealth) magic.
"From here on out, another will guide you. We're putting Wyburn to rest, but if anything happens, scream. I can hear you in these woods."
"Oh, thank you"
Leakzine, a young man who is the leader of the dragon men, said so, flying to a river that flows down the tip of his eyes and nose to rest the winged dragons (Wyburn).
We decided to take a short pause until we got picked up.
"Oh, my ass hurts from the boulder."
"I'm fine. I'm Greg, because you were there for me."
"Good for you"
Well, I'm glad I had a lot of fun because of you, too. Yeah.
Plum jumped lightly. Hemperoza enters the helo.
"It was fun!
"Hey, you're going home... you're going home to ride this too?
"Are you willing to walk home?
"Ugh..."
Desperate face, but walking home from here wouldn't be enough for any number of lives.
"Ugh... oh yeah"
Secondary is going down to the ground, drunk or on all fours.
"Oh, hey, are you okay!?
"Sarsen... something, already... in Krakla"
Laughs powerlessly with a blue face.
"Breathe. Breathe deeply!
"Shh, sorry."
When Manuferno offered the water bottle, the secondary seemed to take a breather as well. Take a break with Riola's baked cookies and water bottle tea and wait for her to be picked up with a view of all sides covered in deep woods.
"Metius. Is it time for you to wake up?
I called on the manuscript I snuck in my nostalgia.
After a while, the fairy popped up with a reply. Shake off your golden fluffy hair and let your blue, clear eyes shine. The feather shine on his back is good, and the fairy Metius still looks fine today.
"Ladies and gentlemen, how was your air walk?
"It was fun -!
Humans can't fly. They can't take it.
A grin spills unexpectedly at the contrasting answers between Plum and Hemperoza.
"How was sage Grecas?
"Um, my desire to fly in the sky is boiling"
"Well! Then the sage Grecas won't be a fairy with you?
"It kind of feels like I need to die once..."
I wonder why you noticed. and Metius laughs ohoho.
and two dragon men appeared from nowhere.
Unexpectedly (...), it can be said that it emerged from within the temple.
- Did you not react to the Soviet kingdom (circle)?
"Dear Sage, and Ladies and Gentlemen, Thank you for your patience"
Both were young men who had raided Rudens Castle and looked familiar to their faces. The two look a moment harsh when they blame the secondary, but loosened their expression when I smiled and thanked them.
"I'm ready to show you. Please come this way."
"Where are you going?
"Big dragon place."
Hemperoza grabs my robe anxiously.
That look was so cute, I'll hold your little hand tight.
"It's okay, I'm here. Don't worry about it."
"To"
Hemperoza spills a laugh like she's relieved.
"Plum's gonna be okay, too."
And the pram I was watching has held my empty hand.
"Well fine. Keep your hands off me, both of you."
"Yes, of course."
He started walking into the temple, following the backs of two dragon men (Draguns), with me in front, left and right, Pram and Hemperoza, behind him, Manuferno, and Second Dia at the rear.
- and.
The scenery was changing when I realized it.
Two Dragon Men (Draguns) stop and thank each other.
"This way."
"Manu, stay as far away from me as you can"
Needless to say, Manuferno had a firm grip on the hem of my robe.
Looking around, the giant columns that had not existed before were groping and forested like cages.
They are all huge things about whether they will be 5 Merte thick. Apparently, we were invited into the "true temple" hidden in the junction.
and there was a large black (...) wall (...) in front of me.
It overlaps like a tile made of stone, like a urchin...
"What!? Whoa!?
"Ooh!?
"Ooh! It's a big Mr. Dragon.
"So... big! You're too big!?
I groaned by accident.
What appeared in front of me was a supermassive true dragon, High Dragon, 100 meters long.
The part in front of me now that I just thought it was a "wall" seemed to be just the part of my belly.
'- Who are you...? Whoever obstructs my lonely pleasure...'
A "human language" echoed from the bottom of the earth. And Gofaaaaaa! I heard the erupting sound of the air.
Continued