white

The blazing flames swept across the ground, dispersing the plants that wanted to attack them. The rescuer flapped his wings, and his pale bones, which were stained with blood, were hard and light, and he was lifted up into the air by the steel jet.

It is covered with dense scales, reflecting the unique cold light of metal. At first glance, it looks like a small fortress rushing into the battlefield, full of unstoppable impact.

Mason was momentarily stunned, watching the bone dragon fall in front of him. The giant steel beast opened its mouth toward the rampaging plants, and the shiny steel muzzle could be vaguely seen deep in its throat. The small power furnace inside its body burst out with powerful firepower, continuously supplying fuel to the ejector, turning it into a spurting flame.

This flame contains extremely fine fuel-supporting substances that can stick tightly to the target and is highly flammable. The plants have no power to resist such a wide range attack and are burned to charcoal. Other enraged plants suddenly stretched out and lashed at the steel dragon, but were shattered by a thunderbolt that fell from the sky.

The Bloodline who attacked stopped in mid-air with a cold expression. The rescuers included not only the Bone Dragon, but also the sixteen Dragonborn flying in the sky.

They were specially selected young dragon guards, all in a half-dragon state, strong and tough. Facing the plants that wanted to harm the bone dragon, everyone's eyes were burning with anger. When the young dragon saw the human, he rushed over without hesitation. The mechanical city's power accelerator was too fast, and they couldn't keep up.

If something really happened to the young dragon, how would they return to see their tribe?

Dragons are born to be kings, and the descendants of dragons have inherited this. The leader raised his hand, and dozens of bloodline followers attacked at the same time. The thunder, lightning, fire and ice that fell down like a rainstorm in the clear sky, smashing hard on the wasteland, tearing huge scars in the surging green.

The bone dragon was very satisfied with its appearance. It proudly jumped in front of the red-haired young man, causing a gust of wind and almost hitting him directly.

Considering that this person was familiar with the profiteer, the experiment subject flicked its tail to stop the dragon that was charging forward.

The dragon was forced to brake suddenly, and was very dissatisfied. Its body was that of a young dragon, so when adjusting the sound generator, the Mechanical City directly chose a child's voice. It sounded particularly childish.

"Why do you want to stop me from seeing Aurelius?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon guards who were attacking the plants turned around and pointed their weapons at the snake-tailed boy. The latter glanced back fearlessly and hissed in response: "If you bump into him like this, you'll see him in the hospital."

Even though the bone dragon was several meters tall, it still pales in comparison to the boy whose tail alone was over ten meters long. The two of them locked eyes, and a crackling war broke out silently.

The red-haired young man at the center took a moment to come back to his senses. He looked hesitantly along the connection established by the blood: "...Bone Dragon?"

The other party nodded hurriedly, swinging his tail happily back and forth, crushing the plant residue on the ground into pieces: "It's me! I finally found you, Oreius."

Mason was originally worried that the bone dragon would be discovered and captured for experiments, but he didn't expect that the dragon was doing better than him and had a personal protection team.

While they were talking, the Dragonborn Guards had already changed their attack method. Unlike those wandering bloodline people or those raised by their families, the Dragonborn were all wealthy and powerful. Each of them had at least two muskets, and under the order of their leader, they all loaded them with flame bullets and fired at the plants on the ground. The exploding flames continued, and the ruthlessness was so fierce that the plants would be afraid of guns after seeing them.

There were other voices coming from far away, those were other people coming to rescue. Even in the technological age, this was a very shocking scene. Even Mason, who had already adapted to this world, was choked for a long time and could not say a word of comment.

I am already a mature time traveler, and I shouldn't be shocked by such trivial things...but you were originally in a Western fantasy world! ?

The last wisp of fantasy vanished. The flames in the bone dragon's eye sockets danced with joy, proudly waiting for praise.

"I have been looking for you for a long time. I first went to the Eastern Battlefield, but you were not there. I met the Dragonborn on the battlefield, but they did not recognize me."

At this point, its voice suddenly lowered, and it glanced furtively toward the sky, seizing the moment to whisper to the other party.

"They took me back to the Dragonborn settlement. I told them that I was a dragon awakened by Edward before his death, so I had his memories. I forgot everything else, and only remembered that I was your contracted dragon and had to find you. After discussion, the Dragonborn decided to bring me to see you. We didn't know you had come to the west until we arrived in Partington City. Viscount Shaken greeted us and helped me connect with the Mechanical City, and quickly made a set of exclusive equipment for me!"

At this point, the young dragon shook its wings proudly, and the sharp steel spikes hurt people's eyes. This steel armor that completely simulates the body structure of a giant dragon can only bear the impact of the dragon's bones. If it is placed on other creatures, they may be injured by the reaction force.

"The most important thing now is to give me a name. Edward's name is no longer usable. Please give me one. Don't let me show off."

It reminded the other party anxiously, fearing that its lie would be exposed. Mason never expected that one day he would be taught how to talk by the other party, and was speechless for a moment.

Under the strong firepower of the dragonborn, the surroundings were temporarily safe. The guards folded their wings and landed, staring straight at the red-haired young man with their eyes full of scrutiny from a strong man at the top of the food chain.

They are evaluating.

Is he worthy of the dragon's trust? Is he capable of becoming a dragon's companion? In the era before the Black Mist, those powerful and ancient dragons would only travel with the strongest and toughest warriors among humans. This is the only dragon in the world, and the dragonborn are even less likely to hand it over to incompetent people.

The red-haired young man's eyes met those of the dragonborns, with a hint of nonchalance. The young dragon lowered his head and cupped his hand, as if he wanted him to listen to him more. The tacit understanding between the two was natural, and no one was allowed to interfere.

The other party sighed, touched its head helplessly, and said softly: "Nidhogg, stop making trouble. I am talking to your people."

The young dragon managed to calm down, and the red-haired young man walked towards the guards and took the initiative to extend his hand to the strongest dragonborn among them. He spoke a language that was not human, but had a more ancient and harsh rhythm.

The dragonborn's eyes flickered slightly, and he held his hand and answered in Dragon Language: "I didn't expect that there are still people who can speak Dragon Language nowadays."

Dragon language has a wide range of sounds and is difficult to learn without a special pronunciation structure. It takes millions of times more effort for humans to learn it. In addition, people who have formed a contract with dragons will also gain the ability to use dragon language magic.

This is what Oleus had just learned from the bone dragon, so he urgently exchanged it for five minutes of dragon language.

Thanks to these few words of dragon language, the dragonborn's attitude towards him was completely different from the initial one. The red-haired young man smiled and said, "As someone who travels with dragons, mastering dragon language is the foundation. I am Oleus, and it's nice to meet you."

He leaned slightly toward the Dragonborn, placed his palm on his left shoulder, slid to the right, and finally tapped three times on his forehead, heart, and lips, symbolizing courage, wisdom, and honor.

Seeing this action, the dragonborn's eyes lit up. The guards behind him said nothing. There was no dragonborn who didn't know this etiquette.

It originated from the first encounter between a dragon rider and a dragon. The dragon, transformed into a human form, entered the gladiatorial arena of humans and met a rider who came to challenge him. The human leaned over to the dragon who was defending his crown, drew his long sword and said, "I swear by my courage, wisdom and honor, and by the sword in my hand, I will challenge you."

From then on, there was an unwritten rule for those who wanted to become dragon riders: win or lose, you had to fight a dragon.

These huge creatures are born to stand at heights that ordinary people cannot reach, and few people are willing to fight them. Fighting allows dragons to better understand their riders, and also allows riders to gain the dragon's recognition.

In the Age of Darkness, a young dragon naturally would not initiate a fight with the Contractor. The responsibility fell on its relatives.

The dragonborn smiled. He had brilliant golden hair and pupils that shone like the morning light. The dragon wings that had been folded up opened again, emitting a vigorous fighting spirit.

At this moment, he symbolized the recognition of all dragons for the knight in front of them. Holding the lingering mist in his palm, the Golden Dragonborn replied: "It is not the right time yet, but I have received your request. When we return to Nail Town, let me see your strength."

The power of nature is terrifying, but it is still no match for the concerted efforts of mankind. After a few hours, this once lush wasteland turned into a ruined ruin.

The land returned to its desolate state, but it made people feel at ease. The only pity was that when they reentered the base, all the followers of the Black Mist had disappeared, and the remaining experiments also died in the chaos.

The nobles who came to rescue looked at the two people who walked out of the flames. The iron dragon guarded the red-haired young man on his right side, and behind him followed a team of well-equipped, cold and arrogant dragon guards. The half-human, half-snake young man followed the black-robed merchant on his left side, crushing the charred dead branches on the ground with his scales, and scanning the enemy with his emotionless scarlet snake eyes, but he was as obedient as a pet dog under the other party's casual orders.

Dan, who had come from afar to bring reinforcements, smacked his lips and suddenly felt that he was a little redundant.

With such a fierce bloodline protecting him, why would he have to run so far to call for help? The ancestors were too ambitious, which was a headache. The blond noble sighed in his heart, dropped the □□ in his hand, and hugged Orelius.

"Welcome back!"

He said this sincerely.

The bloodline members gathered together and plowed the land violently. The Black Mist believers in the experimental base had taken the opportunity to evacuate, and all the things they did not take away were destroyed. The experimental subjects were all killed or injured, and no one was spared.

For safety reasons, they left an observation team here. The remaining personnel stayed here for three full days, and only began to retreat after confirming that the Black Mist followers had completely abandoned this base.

When the human figure disappeared from the black mist, an unknown amount of time had passed before something suddenly moved in the ashes on the ground.

After a long time, a tender new sprout broke through the soil and rocks, spreading its lush green color.

.......

The incident involving the Black Mist followers caused a huge uproar and greatly increased the score for the noble trials of the Oreus family.

No one expected that they would act so quickly and decisively. The descendants of the Luo family couldn't help but be delighted and were smiling wherever they went.

The Bertram family came to visit specially, asked about the details of Aurelius, and left with heavy hearts.

Dan whispered to him, "The western border is managed by their three families separately. The family that was sent to investigate the eastern hills is their vassal."

What happened next had no impact on them, as the most important thing at the moment was the Trial of the Twelve Round Tables. Stimulated by the Eastern Hills incident, all the other family bloodlines sped up their progress and actually found a few hidden spies.

These spies committed suicide immediately after being discovered, leaving no clues, but invisibly increasing the tense atmosphere. The previously neglected areas were re-surveyed, and the connection between the townspeople was strengthened. Mason used Oreius to challenge the Dragonborn, while he was disguised as a profiteer and had a headache facing the experimental subjects in the house.

The half-human, half-snake experiment curled up as much as possible and bowed humbly to the black-robed merchant. Mason stared at the other's inhuman face and asked in a complicated tone: "So, you are a descendant of the northern nobles?"

"Yes, my parents are both dead. Although I became a bloodline, I did not pass the test to inherit the title."

The title of nobility can be inherited, but the descendants must be of bloodline capable of fulfilling the responsibilities. If they fail the test of strength, the territory will be handed over to someone else.

After leaving the territory, the boy became a wandering bloodline, making a living by taking on missions. He experienced many dangers and finally drifted to the west. This is the largest gathering place for wandering bloodlines.

The high concentration of black fog catalyzed a large number of polluted beasts, and the wandering bloodline relied on selling monster materials for a living. During an expedition to the black fog, his team accidentally ran into a group of black fog followers. His companions abandoned him as the weakest one, and he became an experimental subject for the black fog followers.

His bloodline is the Secret Pattern Snake, a monster with extremely strong vitality, whose venom will cause its prey to bleed to death. After discovering his good adaptability, the Black Mist believers fused him with a Secret Pattern Snake.

The subject's eyes were filled with hatred. He clenched his fists tightly, then took a deep breath and told the man in black robes everything he had experienced: "I became like this when I woke up. Thank you for saving me. I am willing to do anything for you."

"What is your name?"

"...I hope to have a name that you will give me."

The boy lowered his head, his heart pounding at the other person's silence.

This was the inspiration that the steel dragon brought him. The name was a kind of recognition. He had nowhere else to go and could only pray for the other party to take him in. The boy's lips moved, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"The me of the past is dead. Now I am just your property. Please give me a name. I will cherish it as I cherish my life."

The profiteer stared at him with a half-smile, as if he could see through all his thoughts. The young man was uneasy and trembling with nervousness when he finally heard the answer.

"white."

A hand fell on his head, and the boy's tail felt a tearing pain. A miserable cry burst out of his throat, and he shrank back, not daring to resist in the slightest.

It seemed like a century had passed before the sweaty boy knelt on the ground and vaguely heard the other party repeating himself.

"Your name is Bai."