What is a lord?

When Shaken confirmed the purchase, a ring of quicksand appeared out of thin air next to Oreius. The latter couldn't help but take a look. The sand flowed between the fleshy clouds and went straight to the target without any control.

Chimera was about to attack when he saw the soft sand belt wrapped around him. He immediately pulled it, but the sand belt dispersed when it touched him and solidified when it left him. Chimera's attack was originally very open and closed, and he liked to fight head-on. Faced with this kind of harassment, he was extremely annoyed and wanted to tear up the troublesome sand directly. He was stuck far away and unable to move.

The flame armor was coated with a layer of white light, which easily blocked the sneak attack of the wind blade. The human-faced wind eagle was able to cut through these flames and cause damage to the red-haired young man before, but now it was completely unable to break through the defense.

"Damn it, are you a Cole's turtle?"

The Falcon was unhappy and cursed. The Cole Tortoise had excellent defense capabilities. Relying on the fact that the Falcon could not break its iron shell, it bullied its way through its habitat every day, making it one of its most hated enemies.

The claws of Broken Metal and Broken Iron collided with the breastplate again, making a sharp sound. The claws of the human-faced eagle were a little painful, but the breastplate was still intact.

It started to swear again: "This turtle's shell is too thick. What was this bastard dragon thinking, to fight with such a monster?"

"Shut up."

After the others were controlled, Edward, who was the main target of the attack, suddenly felt more pressure. He cursed back angrily, and the outline of scales appeared on his skin, forming a tightly fitting scale armor.

Now he looked more like a lizard walking upright, with a sharp dragon tail piercing the skin of his spine, his vertical pupils staring straight at the enemy in front of him, his throat rolling, and his mouth opening to exhale hot breath.

The giant dragon under Oleus opened its mouth and spit out blazing ice flames. The two dragon breaths collided and squeezed each other. The dragon rider raised his right hand and the flaming spear went straight to the opponent's head!

Edward had no choice but to give up the fight and dodge the attack. His expression became more ferocious: "You asked for this!"

The blood rushed, and the dragonborn's nature revived. The blond man's body grew several times larger, directly tearing his clothes.

When he saw this scene, Oleus felt that the dragon below him was suffocating and stopped in place. It looked at the naked lizard in front of it, and a feeling of despair came over it.

Ahhh help!

As a Dragonborn's explosive skill, Atavism can temporarily double the Dragonborn's strength. He had used it before, and it didn't matter when he used it, but as a bystander, when he saw this scene, he thought that it was his former body, and the dragon wanted to dig a hole and bury it now.

Help! Help! Help!

A strong sense of embarrassment spread from the other side of the perception, and the dragon could not raise its head for a moment. It continued to support itself only by relying on its strong fighting instinct. Although it was clearly in a tense and exciting battle, Oleus couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth because of the dragon's silent howl.

He enjoyed the battle, and it was also fun to watch the Dragon Knight fighting three Shakens alone through the screen. For the first time in his life, the blond nobleman experienced the joy of spending real money on the protagonist of a game, and was completely dazzled by the gorgeous battle scenes on the screen.

The black-robed merchant had pulled a bench for him at some point, and Shaken didn't mind its shabby appearance. He pulled it over and sat down, holding a snack in one hand and a drink in the other, watching with great enjoyment.

This was much more exciting than any arena. Seeing the other party reverting to his roots, the knowledgeable noble sat up straight and said seriously: "I want to buy this set meal too."

The profiteer took a glance and said: "He doesn't have that kind of blood——"

Shaken said firmly: "I want it."

The profiteer said, "This must be paired with dragon blood—"

Shaken counted, "I want it."

Hesitation for even a second would be disrespectful to money. The black-robed businessman changed his expression without hesitation: "We are launching a trial package for you now!"

The wealthy nobles continued to watch the live broadcast with satisfaction. Edward, who thought he had completed the counterattack, became more and more surprised as the fight went on, unaware that there was someone else behind the fight. He only felt that the strength of the person in front of him was getting stronger and stronger, and each blow became heavier.

The businessman on the screen grabbed the bill on the table, and the moment it disappeared from his palm, the ice flame on Oleus' body slowly compressed, and finally formed a dark red dragon scale armor around his body.

Each dragon scale was so lifelike that you could almost see the patterns on it. The helmet fit the contour of the head, and at the top, it raised an arc like a dragon horn. The flaming spear swept through the wind, splitting the scales on the dragon's shoulder with unstoppable force. The flames spread in an instant, and were extinguished by the opponent's wings.

The knight snorted and laughed, and the dragon under his mount raised its head and roared, and the raging flames spread, igniting the fleshy clouds. The surrounding enemies had to lower their altitude, and the clear sky appeared from behind the clouds swept clean by the flames, and the elongated flames were clearly visible even in the daytime.

The rescued people looked up and could only see the holy dragon rider who seemed to have walked out of the legend. The sky was full of flames like mountains and seas, and the vague half-human, half-beast creatures around them looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.

Anyone can tell the enemy from the friend from the enemy just now. The boy, who was protected in his mother's arms, looked up at the sky, the firelight reflected in his pupils, and his little hands clenched into fists unconsciously.

The Dragon Knight must win!

His heart was pounding as he prayed with all his heart for the knight to win. Little did he know that everyone who saw this scene was praying silently in their hearts as well.

"In fact, in our family's records, dragon riders are very special. As the most powerful magical beast, dragons are born to dominate all creatures."

Shaken stared at the scene on the screen and took a big sip of the black water in his hand. He was a little reluctant when he got the drink, but after taking a sip, he was immediately conquered by the refreshing, sweet taste with delicate bubbles. He smacked his lips and continued to speak with great interest.

"Dragons are a very proud race, and being recognized by them means being a genius. In that era, dragon riders were the top fighting force alongside the Knights Templar. As a result, countless books and stories were left behind, and people passed them on from mouth to mouth, considering it an honor..."

"It's a dragon after all!"

Accompanied by the laughter of the nobles, the situation shown on the screen was indeed the case.

The heart beats vigorously, sending the surging blood to the whole body. The profiteer keeps his word. Even though he was almost turned into a dried human body by the blood sucking, at this moment, the red-haired young man still feels the power surging out. There is a real dragon hidden in his body!

His dark golden pupils sparkled, and his slender fingers grasped the spear, ready to charge. The dragon beneath him understood what he meant without any communication.

The long wings broke through the wind and rose up, with just one shot, as fast as lightning!

Even the speed-conscious Falcon didn't realize what was happening. The dragon and the man rushed through the air, closing the gap in an instant. The golden-haired dragonborn couldn't dodge and crossed his arms to block the attack.

But he underestimated the other party's ability. The ice flames superimposed on the dragon shape, the young man's arm muscles tightened, and the surging flames passed from the tail of the gun to the tip of the gun, condensed at the junction and suddenly exploded!

“Bang!!”

The surging wind blew away the surrounding sea of ​​clouds, creating a clear sky without clouds. Seeing that the situation was not good, Chimera allowed the sand ring to entangle him, and rushed into the center of the explosion with brute force, grabbing Edward, who was covered in blood, and took him out.

The golden-haired dragon suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his arms disappeared, leaving only half of his sleeves hanging. He stared at Oreius, as if he wanted to remember this face forever, and he was so angry that he almost fainted.

Where did he get his strange abilities?

They were clearly in the upper hand, so why did he win?!

Chimera didn't care what the man in his hand was thinking. The green dragon was useful to him and he couldn't die here. After giving up the fight, the sand ring tightened and cut into the man's chest, as if to break his ribs. Chimera ignored the pain and flapped its wings and ran away.

Green Dragon couldn't stop this shot, and neither could he. The plan had failed, so what was the point of staying here now?

The man ran away so quickly that the Human-faced Hawk didn't react at all. It was not until the Chimera took Edward away that it was shocked and angry: "Cunning human!"

But it was too late to run away. The Breath of Condensed Sand could not leave its master too far, and when it saw Chimera running away, it changed its target.

The eyelids of the eagle twitched wildly as he looked at the incoming sand belt. This thing was not a big deal, but with the dragon rider staring at him from behind, it would be troublesome to even think about it with your toes!

It wanted to run without hesitation, but Oreius would never let it succeed. He swept a sharp line of fire with his spear and directly stopped the human-faced eagle. The latter looked ugly and said in a loud voice: "If you kill me, Ya'an must die too. I am using his body now!"

The so-called dual soul body means that there are two souls in this body. Usually Ya'an is the leader, but this time he was seriously injured and fell asleep, which gave the Human-faced Wind Eagle an opportunity.

As long as it devoured Shaken's soul, it could restore its monster body and even go a step further, returning to its own territory to live happily. It had thought that it could solve this major problem through the hands of the Black Mist followers this time, but it didn't expect that it would also fall into the trap. The human-faced eagle also felt resentment towards the Chimera who abandoned it and fled, and sold it out cleanly.

"I know what they are going to do next. They plan to go to the Kingdom of God in the Time of Sin! There is a divine artifact left by Him that can help the green dragon recover. They want to get it!"

Frankness did buy it a few seconds, and the dragon rider's spear paused slightly, then pierced its shoulder, lifting the eagle onto the dragon. The dragon flew to the ground, and the ice flames drifting backwards outlined the edges of its wings, full of colorful beauty.

The people looked at the young knight in awe, and he spoke clearly, "You can return to the town now. I will leave the dragon behind to protect you. Remember to bandage the injured first."

The townspeople responded quickly, and one of them suddenly asked, "Sir, have you seen our lord? He is fighting the monsters in the canyon. Can you help him?"

Facing the knight's gaze, he was a little afraid and stammered, "If you need money, we can pay you... Our lord is really a good lord! Please help him, Sir Knight!"

Voices of approval came from the crowd one after another. Facing pairs of eyes full of expectation and worry, the dragon wrapped in flames remained silent for a moment, listening attentively to the voices of the townspeople. It was difficult to express his feelings for a moment.

When his body had not yet been taken away and he could be called Edward, he came here for the subsidies promised by the association.

The proud dragonborns don't like to interact with people. Influenced by the dragon, they prefer to treat it as a servant. Edward is no exception. But the high morals of the golden dragon prevented him from doing anything evil, and he even helped the townspeople solve some monsters that occasionally appeared. The townspeople also respected him very much, and when Edward reacted, he had already settled down here.

After a while, Edward simply accepted that this was his territory, and the townspeople also recognized this sunny and arrogant lord.

In Edward's eyes, these ordinary people were pitifully weak. The Dragonborn can solve all problems alone and never thinks of asking them for help. But when problems arise, these ordinary people will plead with other blood people for him.

Long didn't know whether he should be happy or silent. He could recognize who these people were, even though he was not familiar with them before. He just fulfilled his duty as a lord and let the people live in peace.

But when he lost everything and could only survive as a bone dragon, he discovered that Edward had a good reputation. At least, he was a lord that his subjects cared about.

He didn't know these things before.

The soul fire flickered faintly, conveying a message to the contracted party. The flame spear dissipated, and the knight grabbed the human-faced eagle and jumped off the dragon's back. He lifted his mask to reveal his face, and in the eyes of the people, his figure against the light was like a triumphant hero.

"That's why I'm here. He's fine, but the Green Dragon Canyon collapsed, so he had to report to the Association and couldn't come back. Later, the Association will find him a new territory."

"Edward said that you don't have to wait for him. There will be a good lord in the future who will let you live a good life."

"If necessary, you can..."

At this point, Oleus paused.

Come to see him? This is obviously unrealistic. As long as he leaves here, these people and he may never see each other again in this life.

He thought for a moment, then turned his head to look at the dragon beside him. The dragon looked at him quietly. A hint of emerald green could be seen in the eye sockets covered by ice flames, which actually made people see sadness and pleading.

The red-haired young man could only smile helplessly, turned around and said to the townspeople seriously: "You can go to the territory of Earl Ya'an. He will arrange a place for you to live and pay for your travel expenses."

You really know how to find someone... The human-faced eagle twitched its mouth and chose to play dead. Anyway, it was Ya'an who had to do the work, not it.

The townspeople were full of thanks. The red-haired young man shook his head and walked back the way he came, pulling the human-faced eagle. Soon he disappeared from sight.

The people who stayed behind bowed to the dragon first, and then hurried to do what they had to do. The dragon landed on the ground and looked at the people who were busy treating the wounds and checking the luggage.

The sounds of communication, crying while wounds were bandaged, the clatter of bottles and cans, and all sorts of other sounds blended together to make it a bit noisy. And in these sounds, he finally felt like he was back in the human world.

…Can such ordinary sounds make people feel so relieved?

Long was lost in thought. When he came to, he found a child standing in front of him. He looked up and asked timidly, "Master Ju-Ju Long, can I touch you?"

The dragon looked down at him, its body made of flames flowing coldly, and after a moment, it lowered its head and lay on the ground. The wind blew through the dragon's scales, and the flames went out, revealing the white bones underneath and the dancing flames in its eye sockets.

This change startled the people around and they looked at the dragon cautiously. They looked a little hesitant, but not afraid. The child standing in front of the dragon tentatively reached out his hand and touched the dragon's chin.

Long couldn't help but become a little stiff. He was just being touched on the skeleton, but it was like his naked soul had been dug out and was exposed to the snow. There were no majestic scales, nor indestructible claws. There was only a pale and abrupt skeleton exposed to the sun, like a monument with failures engraved on it, mocking him all the time.

The child stroked the cold, hard bones and suddenly laughed. He looked at the bone dragon with clear eyes, and his voice became louder than before.

"Thank you for letting me touch you, Master Dragon! You have a handsome bone!"

Like a string of sparkling pearls, the child's voice was earnest, sincere, and full of longing. In the dragon's astonishment, it soared up with incredible lightness.

"Thank you and the Knight for protecting me, my mom and my dad. The Knight is the most powerful dragon rider in the world, and you are the most powerful dragon in the world!"