Fang Rong hesitated at the door, unsure of what to say. Would that fire dragon roast him?
After all, that fire dragon was originally high above, and was a male, who was supposed to be the king. But he turned into the bottom after he messed with him. It doesn't sound nice at all that he was the one being topped.
Now she acts like a timid young wife, as if she has a story to tell, and she's too embarrassed to say anything.
He was too embarrassed to take the initiative, and Fang Hua was even less likely to do so. He had also stabbed the fire dragon in the back, and it was that stab that caused the fire dragon to fall to the bottom. In a way, the two of them were the instigators. They should have just asked someone to pass on a message when someone gave them directions.
The two of them paced back and forth at the door, neither willing to go in, until the fire dragon spoke first, "What do you need me for?"
Fang Rong was startled and looked inside from outside. "You saw us?"
"Hmm." The fire dragon was still drawing water, throwing a wooden bucket into the well and pulling it up after it was full. "Just say what you need."
He seemed to have figured it out. When they met again, there was no anger or hatred. He simply accepted Fang Rong and Fang Hua naturally.
“It was someone from your dragon clan who asked me to find you,” Fang Rong explained. “There’s a war going on outside right now, and the Fire Dragon clan can’t function without a king. They need you.”
Fang Hua chimed in, "When we arrived, they were already almost at our side."
The fire dragon paused for a moment, but quickly continued, carrying the bucket into the house.
Fang Rong quickly followed, "Aren't you sad? Huo Yanlong suffered heavy casualties without a king."
The fire dragon shook its head. "What they need is a king, not me."
"You are the king." Every race has a king, the leader of the race, just as an empire has a president.
"It was before, but not anymore." The fire dragon suddenly pulled open its clothes, revealing a hideous wound. "Although I am still alive, my strength has been greatly reduced. I can't even beat an ordinary male, let alone be the king."
The scar was on his heart; the killer must have intended to kill him instantly, his fingers piercing through his chest from behind, nearly taking his life.
If his heart hadn't been on the right side, he would have died, wouldn't have been able to fly down, and wouldn't have encountered the wolf pack.
The wolves were the animals he trained to hunt when he was young, but now they have become his companions.
That night, he crashed after flying only a short distance. The forest was dangerous, and he was injured. The smell of blood attracted hunters from all directions.
Yan Gui dared not linger. Clutching his wound, he left the valley via a secret path. He feared that the military region would hunt down the large orcs in the area, and if he were caught inside, he would surely die a horrible death.
However, going out is not a good choice either. It's more dangerous outside. There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and the situation is worrying.
Yan Gui knelt by the water, painstakingly washing her wounds.
He had just fallen, and blood was flowing down his forehead and temples, wetting half of his black hair.
Orcs generally don't cut their hair, following the natural order of the great forest and letting it grow freely, so his hair was very long and tied up with a rope. Now the rope has come undone, and his hair is all messed up.
Yan Gui found her hair in the way, so she deliberately tore off a piece of animal skin and loosely tied it behind her back.
The water was ice-cold at night, and when it was splashed on my chest, it felt like being stabbed again, stinging painfully.
Yan Gui bent down, trying to avoid letting the cold water touch other parts of her skin, and washed herself repeatedly.
The calm lake surface rippled with waves, and suddenly a pair of green eyes were reflected in it.
Yan Gui froze, his movements stiffening. He had become so oblivious that he hadn't even noticed the ferocious beast behind him.
He didn't move, nor did his eyes. After a stalemate that lasted for an unknown period, the ferocious beast grew impatient and suddenly leaped up and charged.
Yan Gui rolled to the side, knelt on one knee, slowly rose, grinned to reveal his fangs, and growled in a low voice.
This is a warning sign, telling others that I'm not someone to be messed with.
Having reigned as king for many years, he naturally exudes the aura of a superior. However, his opponent is not to be trifled with either, being the most vengeful wolf.
Moreover, judging from its size, it was not like an ordinary silver wolf. Yan Gui became cautious. He originally lived in the sky, where the main battlefield was. However, he was injured in the chest, and any movement of his wings would cause it to move, so he had not reverted to his original form.
This was probably why the silver wolf thought he was easy to bully and refused to leave for a long time.
In the past, he used to play with wolves at will, catching one to play with when he was bored. He never expected that he would fall from grace and be bullied by a dog, and be targeted by a wolf.
Wolves are social animals, and there must be more than one around here.
Yan Gui roared angrily, transformed into its original form, spread its wings high, and flew into the sky, escaping the wolf from the wrong path.
However, for some reason, the wolf relentlessly pursued them. It should be noted that two legs can never outrun two wings, and the Fire Dragon clan is the fastest flying dragon. Predators usually keep their distance when they encounter them, because if they are targeted, they may be carried into the sky and then fall to their deaths.
The silver wolf had three claw marks on its face and emerald green eyes, as if it had a grudge against him. It not only chased him relentlessly but would also jump onto branches from time to time, trying to pull him down.
Yan Gui was injured and could not fly very high; he could be forcibly pulled down at any moment.
His vision blurred and he felt a chill creeping through his body. Yan Gui shook his head and slowly regained his composure before realizing that a large tree had suddenly appeared in front of him. He made an emergency turn to avoid hitting it, but he lost his balance and fell off.
A silver wolf quickly darted out, stomped on his chest, and howled.
The same response came from all around immediately, fluctuating, and soon several wolves gathered and hovered around them.
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