Bloody Dream

The world was shaking, and there was a malicious fire in his chest. Fielding wanted to scream and laugh, his hands trembled, and he longed to bathe in blood.

The whole world is narrow like a shell, and he is the tender flesh of a newborn. All he can see is scarlet mist. In the darkness, the bloody master has descended here.

The dark golden eyes looked down at him, and the figure sat on the skeletal throne, making the dragonborn almost unable to resist the urge to kneel down.

He knew he was dreaming. If it wasn't a dream, how could there be such a terrifying existence? The desire in his heart called for killing, and facing this unknown existence, Fielding could only kneel down, not daring to look directly at the other's face covered by blood mist.

Thousands of bones piled up into long stairs, and flesh and blood gathered into fountains. All living beings trembled at the end of his gaze. This is the symbol of death and the source of killing. The wailing is the most magnificent music in this dream, and hostility is the most ridiculous disrespect. The Silver Dragon Dragonborn's mind was in chaos, and his hands frantically grabbed his chest until he took out his heart from his torn chest. The Dragonborn grinned intoxicatedly, raised his hands and wanted to dedicate it to the other party——

When he looked closely, he realized that what he held in his hand was not his heart, but a bloody spherical device. The vertical seam in the center was entangled with blood threads, turning it into a pile of scrap iron.

It turned out that I was parasitized, and it was the great Lord who saved me. When he realized this, he prostrated himself before the throne, and evil prayers flowed from his lips, full of fervor and piety.

"Thank you, great Lord of Blood. You are the master of killing, the master of fear, and all things are your slaves..."

The star above the throne of bones lit up in response, and this one star surpassed the brightness of the sun and moon, becoming the only existence in the dim dream. The noisy whispers echoed in his ears, and Fielding immediately understood the meaning.

"Send the Dragonborn to the Insect City. I have prepared a good show there..."

This voice was very familiar, and it blurred Fielding's memory in an instant. The dragonborn opened his eyes in a daze, and felt a splitting headache. He vaguely saw something shaking beside him.

He was startled, remembering what happened before he fainted, and suddenly sat up and shouted, "Hurry up, it's dangerous here!"

"You are a little sleepy, kid."

The Blood Vein Healer hit him on the head mercilessly. Fielding groaned in pain and then found himself lying on a medical bed.

This infirmary is mainly golden, with obvious ethnic characteristics. As long as they can live comfortably, the dragonborn never consider the issue of consumption. The ceiling above his head is painted with dragon scale patterns. Fielding was dazed and recognized who the other person was: "...Uncle Justin, am I in the camp?"

"Nonsense, otherwise you can still see me in the monster's stomach?"

The medical officer rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Why did you sneak here instead of staying in the East? And you got involved with that Oreius gang. You'll be scolded later."

Fielding was startled when he heard the voice: "Orelius?"

The medical officer sneered: "It's the man who sent you here. He is Oreius from the Luo family. Ha, he actually dared to show up in front of us. He is quite courageous."

What, that man is Aurelius?

A heavy hammer hit Fielding's head, making him dizzy and stunned. When Nidhogg led his men back, he and Bernice were outside, so they missed the meeting with the contractor. There were so many red-haired people, and he never thought that the other party was actually Oreius.

What kind of person is Oleus in the eyes of the dragonborn now?

Lord Nighold's contractor, a pest, a betrayer. Why was he able to come back, but the young dragon didn't? Although the Luo family found several reasons, for the dragonborn, it was a heinous crime that the young dragon didn't come back with him!

Due to the power of the Luo family and the fact that the other party has been active in the west, the Dragonborn have not been able to find a suitable opportunity. Now that the other party has been delivered directly to them, it would be a shame if they don't make good use of it! Fielding didn't dare to think about the other party's current situation. I'm afraid he has been beaten to pieces and is in a miserable state.

Inexplicable emotions welled up from the bottom of his heart. The medical officer packed up the medicines and continued to mutter: "How many times have I told you that bloodline people below level B cannot come to the Black Mist? You have only been promoted for a few days, and you dared to sneak out of the East. Fielding, you are not usually such a reckless person. How come you almost lost your life and were saved by that guy? It's really shameful."

Fielding answered subconsciously: "Bernice wanted to help find Lord Nidhogg, but I failed to convince her."

"Bernice is here too? Are you afraid that Becky will beat you to death, so you bring a death warrant?"

The Red Dragonborn, like their ancestors, had a very weak sense of kinship, but Becky was an exception and treated her only offspring as a treasure. If Fielding knew that he had taken his daughter into the black fog, he would not be able to get out of bed for at least three months.

Fielding smiled bitterly: "I don't want to either, but you know Bernice's character. Even if I don't come, she will sneak over here alone. It's better for me to accompany her."

The medical officer curled his lips and said, "That's true. They are more stubborn than each other."

Fielding said hurriedly, "That's one of the things I wanted to say. We met Oleus in the mist, and he saved us. I fainted in the mist, and it was he who brought me here. Was there any misunderstanding, such as mistaking the wrong person?"

"I know that silver dragons are good dragons. They are always loyal and righteous. But you have to know that the mission of dragonborn is to follow the dragon clan. Lord Nidhogg's incident is enough to sentence me. Even if I save you, I can't change this principled mistake. I, you, and even the entire dragon clan are not as valuable as the next dragon in the world."

"I know, Uncle Justin. But I don't think he's a bad man."

Even Fielding was surprised at why he said this. The medical officer was silent for a moment: "I know you are a good kid, Fielding, but some things cannot be decided based on your one-sided statement. Forget about this matter. I will tell the higher-ups that you need to have a good rest."

"...I see."

Fielding pursed his lips and asked, "Did you bring Bernice back?"

"She's still in the mist? Why didn't you tell me earlier!?"

Fielding laughed dryly and watched the medical officer rush out in a hurry. In the infirmary, where only one person was left, the Silver Dragon Dragonborn stared at the ceiling, his face full of thought.

He also respected the young dragon, but he could not tolerate injustice that ignored the facts. After all, Aurelius did help him. So he could not let him suffer an unjust accusation.

The sparse hair fluttered, and the dark lines on the dragon's forehead flashed, but Fielding knew nothing about it. Even the safety of his childhood sweetheart was put second.

I was very satisfied, except for the fact that I was worried about the benefactor whom I only met once.

......

When the dragonborn brought Bernice back, Fielding had already reported the whole story. After confirming the news, the dragonborn quickly held a meeting.

As the protagonist, Fielding was naturally present. After a brief exchange, Fielding finally succeeded in convincing Bernice, and the girl muttered, "Well, this is all for your sake."

Even though she had lost her mind at that time, Fielding would never lie to her. He was just saying something nice for her. It was a rare occasion that Fielding asked for something, and Bernice didn't want to disappoint him.

"Thank you, Bernice."

"I think you should just listen to your elders and forget about it. They have already made a decision, and you are a fool to touch this mold."

"It goes without saying that it is not Silver Dragon's style to not repay a favor."

"Well, well, great good dragon. Don't forget that you are only a dragonborn."

Bernice rolled her eyes and followed the other party into the tent, facing a pair of scrutinizing eyes.

Those sitting here were the highest-ranking people in the camp, some of whom even deserved to be called elders. Bernice was arrogant outside, but she did not dare to overstep the boundaries in front of them, and she and Fielding bowed respectfully.

The atmosphere became milder, and the Dragonborn sitting at the door said with a smile: "Kids, tell us about your experiences."

"Okay. After Bernice and I learned about the situation in the west, we wanted to come to support. To this end, we tried to avoid the patrols and traveled all the way to the west. When we found the original base, we discovered that most of the troops had moved. Following the traces and intelligence, we headed towards the current base, but encountered a large number of lost people. I was injured, and when Bernice and I were escaping, we met Oreus and were saved by him..."

Yinlong's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. His description was objective, simple, and true, and more convincing than infectious exaggeration.

The Red Dragonborn did not forget to support his companions: "Yes, Fielding is right. That guy is pretty good and helped us a lot."

The two of them sang in unison, and soon the others understood what was happening. The dragonborns began to communicate in low voices. From the description alone, it seemed that Oleius had indeed helped them this time.

But Fielding wanted more than that. He knew that this little thing might win the gratitude of the Dragonborn if it was given to someone else, but for Oreius, it was just a drop of water in the ink. If he wanted to persuade them, he needed a bigger bargaining chip.

"I know you all have opinions about him. Even I don't like him. But the most important thing right now is to find Lord Nidhogg. As his contracted person, Oreius will definitely be able to help us. Moreover, he is a powerful bloodline who has made countless achievements. With his help, a mere monster is not worth mentioning."

The dragonborns all looked at Fielding, their eyes sharp as knives. Fielding took a deep breath and inexplicably felt confident.

"Oreus can do it. The reason why the family has not taken any action is because of his exceptional strength. He killed the evil god who was resurrected and participated in the suppression of SSS-level monsters twice. He is also the favorite of the Luo family. In my opinion, since Oreus does not intend to be our enemy, we can reach a consensus on this matter."

If they didn't know the other party's identity, the dragonborn would definitely think that he was being manipulated. One of the dragonborn said coldly: "Felding, do you know what you are talking about?"

"I am willing to take responsibility for my words. Everyone, I am not defending Oleus. Right now we are in the black fog, and the most important thing is to work together. Although Oleus has a bad reputation, he is very powerful. Instead of being an enemy, it is better to use him as a vanguard. He will definitely help us solve the problems brought by the monster."

The young dragonborn stood in the center of the room, speaking slowly and firmly to everyone.

"You mean there's something that can stop us?"

Dragonborn are rare, and intermarriage is common. Everyone in front of him can be called uncle. Fielding looked at them without any evasion, and his attitude was very sincere: "As a dragon's contractor, no one knows more about Lord Nidhogg than Orelius."

"He was able to harm Lord Nidhogg before, and now he can harm us. The nobles in the Association are more evil than each other."

"......"

The oldest dragon sitting in the center spoke, his old face had a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"Okay, go down and have a good rest."

When he had finished, the rest of the group remained silent, in awe of him. Fielding and Bernice bowed, equally politely.

Although he looked old, he was one of the people with the highest concentration of dragon blood among the living people. If it wasn't for the young dragons involved, there would be no need to bother this person to be the commander.

Their average age is over 100 years old. Not only do they possess outstanding strength, but they have also accumulated countless experiences. Each of them is a wise man among the dragon race. It can be said that all the existing dragon races respectfully call them Grandpa.

After the two left, Uncle Edward, who had been silent, spoke up: "He has a point. The Acid River breeds a large number of monsters, and even blue dragons that are good at water battles find it difficult to cross. The appearance of this river is no accident, and its location was not originally marked on the map. If we had strong reinforcements, our losses would be much less. After the Lost Ones were rampant, it has been difficult to deliver aid to the camp."

"So what? Even if I die, I will never associate with anyone who harms a dragon."

"So you're going to sacrifice the lives of your people in exchange for moving forward?"

Following Uncle Edward's cold voice, several dragon descendants became angry and suddenly raised their voices, starting a fierce quarrel.

It's not that they don't want to move forward. It's just that the Dragonborn can't afford the price. The road ahead will be more difficult than the way here. Although they are stronger than monsters, they have to face enemies that are hundreds of times more powerful.

But the proud character of the Dragonborn would not allow them to bow to the Luo family. Both sides talked at once and held their own opinions. For a while, the argument was unresolved. It was not until the old Dragonborn coughed lightly that the room returned to silence.

The old dragonborn ignored the tension between the two sides and said calmly, "If he can really solve the problem of the river, we can temporarily cooperate in the dark fog. But in order to avoid similar incidents, we must adopt certain sanctions."

"So how do we control him?"

"Send Arnold over."

When they heard this name, the Dragonborns looked disdainful and fearful for a moment, as if they had mentioned some unspeakable existence. Then they all nodded, "It's perfect for him to go. You've considered it very carefully."

The old dragonborn noticed their gazes and added without changing his expression: "Felding's condition is not normal. Take the green dragon to check what's going on. Is he bewitched?"

The tall guard standing behind him responded and walked out of the door silently.