Mutation?

The wind from the wilderness blew, stinging the cheeks. A low roar followed closely behind, chasing the fleeing prey.

Heavy breathing echoed, and the hunted prey flapped its wings, trying its best to escape but failing.

Damn, where on earth did they get all these people from! ?

——Yes, people.

Although these hunters were almost the same as monsters, with brutal and bloodthirsty personalities, they immediately launched a relentless pursuit upon discovering them. The two dragonborns were still able to confirm each other's identities. It was precisely because of this that they ventured deep into that strange city and were hunted here.

The speed of the silver-haired dragon descendant was getting slower and slower, and his face was extremely pale. He covered his chest with his right hand, but still couldn't stop the blood from flowing out through the gaps between his fingers. His companions hurriedly slowed down and anxiously asked about his condition.

"Are you okay, Fielding? I'm going to knock off the heads of those intelligence dealers when I get back! None of the crap intelligence they sell is useful!"

"Okay, Bernice. You listen to me. I laid a trap ahead when I came. I'll lure them in, and you'll be in charge of setting it off."

"When did you bury it? No, I should have stayed behind to attract the monster's attention. I'm faster than you!"

"Are you sure you can escape from my blood energy?"

The Red Dragonborn stopped talking. According to the classification before the Black Mist, she was an evil dragon, and the Silver Dragon was a good dragon. The attributes of the two were naturally in conflict. Fielding was stronger than her, so it was hard to say what the result would be.

Fielding coughed and urged, "Go quickly, they will catch up soon. Don't forget that I am a silver dragon, and silver dragons will not lie."

"You'd better get out of here alive!"

The girl gritted her teeth and flew away faster. She knew that she could only save the other party if she found the trap switch as soon as possible. Looking at the back of the red dragon, Fielding finally couldn't hold on anymore and stumbled to the ground.

"Huh...Huh...Luckily this guy is not smart, otherwise he would have been exposed."

He lowered his wings. The dragon wing that the other party couldn't see had been bitten off by something, and the silver-white scales were covered in blood. If he continued to walk with the other party, he would definitely not be able to hide from the monster's sense of smell.

He knew Bernice had a stubborn personality and that this would only result in losses for both of them, so it would be better to let the other person go first so that one of them could survive.

The hunter who was following them finally showed up. The half-human, half-beast creature had an extremely evil appearance, and his greedy eyes lingered on the dragonborn. The saliva dripping from his mouth and tongue fell on the ground, making a sizzling sound.

Fielding's eyes were filled with disgust. Even if he died, he would not be buried in the mouths of these monsters. Strong energy surrounded the dragonborn. At this moment, Fielding looked like a dazzling sun.

Sorry, Bernice.

He apologized silently in his heart, and then activated the self-destruction without hesitation. A strong light illuminated the sky, and Bernice, who was anxiously looking for the switch, suddenly turned around, and the bright light was reflected in her flaming pupils.

"Philding! You liar!"

The roar was deafening, and the Red Dragonborn felt as if a string in her mind had completely broken. She preferred to solve problems with force, but that didn't mean she was a fool! If she couldn't see the other party's intentions, she should take her head off and feed it to the dragon beast!

She and Fielding grew up together, and despite the blood conflict, the two had a very good relationship. It can be said that the other was like her own brother. No matter what she did, she never thought of abandoning the other, let alone facing a life-and-death crisis.

The girl's blood was boiling. If the power of a silver dragon comes from its inner determination, then the blood of a red dragon becomes stronger the more angry it is. The irresistible rage completely devoured Bernice's mind. Her dragon claws stepped on the ground. Except for a few places, she looked like a dragon walking upright.

The dragon left deep footprints on the ground, its heavy body showing mismatched agility. When I got closer, I found that mist from nowhere had enveloped Fielding's location.

Although the situation was unclear, Bernice rushed into the mist without hesitation. The hot lava breath roared out, and the sharp fangs bit the enemy fiercely.

“Bang!”

The dull sound of metal colliding was heard, almost shattering the fangs that could chew stones and crush gold.

"What a bad temper."

A lazy voice sounded, and the crazy dragonborn bit the weapon in his mouth desperately. The opponent made a sound, bent his knees to resist the dragon's mouth, and pulled the long sword out.

The snow-white sword was bright and holy, with scarlet patterns winding around its surface, occupying about two-fifths of it, like a sheath holding it in place. The red dragonborn roared and bit at the other party, but in a flash, a familiar voice stopped the mad dragonborn.

"Wait! Bernice!"

The Silver Dragon Dragonborn stepped in between the two and bowed his head to apologize to the man. He was still very weak, his face was as pale as a dead person, but his attitude was unusually calm.

"I'm sorry, please forgive my companion, she was just too worried about me."

Contrary to his calm appearance, Fielding had no idea of ​​his opponent's strength. Just when he thought he was going to die, a strange mist suddenly appeared in the air.

The mist came from nowhere and rolled towards the enemy, pulsating slightly like a living thing, with scarlet blood flowing through it. The monster in the front was unable to dodge and rushed directly into the mist.

A moment.

There were many holes on its body. It was as if something had dug out this place directly. The incomplete body took a few steps forward by inertia and fell straight to the ground. The monsters following it fell to the ground one after another, and blood slowly flowed out through the holes, staining the ground red.

The mist drifted away, dimly outlining a tall figure. Fielding's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he could only hear the sound of leather boots hitting the ground.

Looking up, I saw a black velvet cape draped over his shoulders. The man had a sword on his waist, his face was handsome to the point of being sharp, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. The whistling wind blew the hem of his clothes, revealing a carefree and arrogant demeanor.

This is undoubtedly a strong man.

Before Fielding could think further, Bernice rushed in and directly interrupted his next plan. It would be bad if he annoyed the other party. Fielding sighed in his heart and his attitude became more humble. Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to have any intention of taking action. His eyes circled around Bernice for a few times, and he spoke lazily.

"You have a strong ancestral bloodline. You are not bad."

The person who came was naturally Aurelius.

As soon as he came out of the door, the wind blew in his face, and he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "It's quite cold in here."

Hearing the other party's inner thoughts, Menton was excited: "Do you need me to kill these people and burn their bones to keep you warm?"

[Thank you, but no thanks. You'd better not say these things in front of the Dragonborn.]

What kind of thoughts are these? Does he look so cruel? Why is he using human bones to keep warm? Is he dissatisfied with the curse not working fast enough?

The red-haired young man calmly wrapped his cloak tighter and looked up at these dragonborns: "Why are you here?"

Bernice had not yet regained her sanity, crawling behind Fielding, baring her teeth and uttering low threats. The Silver Dragonborn patted her on the shoulder, signaling her companion to calm down.

"We're here for adventure."

"The Dragonborn from the East come to explore the West? I thought you didn't care about what happened in the West, and just wanted to defend your base."

The red-haired young man raised his eyebrows, and Fielding coughed awkwardly. There was really no way to refute this statement.

If the bloodline recognition is ranked, the dragonborn will definitely recognize their dragon bloodline more. Dragons are extremely arrogant, and the stronger the bloodline, the more likely they will inherit these qualities. Ordinary dragonborns are fine, but the highest-level dragonborns do look down on humans.

Fortunately, they look down on monsters more, so the two sides can live in harmony. They even help each other occasionally.

"You may have some misunderstandings about the Dragonborn. In any case, thank you for your help. When we return to the Dragonborn camp, we will provide you with equal rewards."

"Are you out here with other dragonborn? It doesn't seem like it's their style to let kids go out on adventures."

"They don't camp around here. It'll take a while to find a campsite."

Fielding tactfully concealed his purpose, but what he said was enough to make people speculate.

There were no camps around, which proved that the dragonborn did not often move around here. Like dragons, dragonborn were very protective of their offspring, so it was impossible for them to send only two young offspring out to investigate. There was only one answer: these two dragonborn had sneaked out.

Judging from the performance of the Silver Dragon, they are not the hot-blooded type. They must have come here for a reason.

What would trigger large-scale action among the dragonborn, and even the younger generations would take the initiative to leave the West and explore the dark fog?

The red-haired young man recalled all the recent intelligence and his expression suddenly became strange. Regardless of whether the Dragonborn people cared about these things, he thought about it and could only come up with one answer.

"Are you here to look for Nidhogg... the young dragon?"

"Do you know Lord Nidhogg? When and where did you meet him?"

The dragonborn was immediately surprised and took a step forward to ask eagerly. The corners of Orelius' mouth twitched. He didn't expect that the other party really came for this reason.

"The Luo family should have explained this matter at the time."

The Dragonborn sneered, his expression full of hostility: "We don't believe the words of liars."

The red-haired young man couldn't help but feel guilty. He was too busy when he came back, so he left all the explanations to Ron. It seemed that both parties were unhappy.

After all, the disappearance of the young dragon is inseparable from himself. This time it is time to bring Nidhogg back.

As long as he is alive, it will be useful with the blessing of Aurelius. If he is dead, then send the little girl, there will be no problem anyway.

He dismissed the man with a few words, but Fielding was unwilling to give up. This was the first time he had heard the name Nidhogg from someone else's mouth in a while, and he was determined to dig something out of the other person's mouth.

"Since you are an insider, we can exchange information. In return, I can tell you the next road conditions. The current situation is completely different from the past, and there have been serious changes in the road ahead."

The word made Oreius pause for a moment, matching it with Rex's premonition.

"Mutation?"

"Yes."

The Silver Dragonborn nodded carefully, still feeling horrified as he recalled the past.

"The road ahead is full of lost people. If you don't have to, don't get close."