Chapter 3 Dragon Tribe
Luke walked out of the tavern, and it was hard to connect the deformed heart, which now looked a bit stupid, with the legend of the continent.
"Alex, how did you end up like this?"
"Shut up, I'm not Alex!"
"Oh." Luke: "Then if I curse Alex, you won't mind, right?"
"…It's Alex."
Luke joked: "You are indeed Alex."
“…”
Quill was tired and sneered: "You can speak louder."
Luke ignored the provocation.
The drunks in the tavern didn't dare to call Alex's full name. Not only did they not mention it, but they even trembled reflexively when they talked about some things.
Alex has been dead for more than a thousand years, but his influence still remains.
The quill suddenly said, "I am just a little toy that Alex lost, transformed into a heart, with a little bit of Alex's will attached to it."
It would be weird if Luke believed it.
Luke asked the key question: "How powerful are you now?"
He should be mentally prepared and know what level of people he should not offend in the future.
"Blood."
"What?"
"It depends on how much blood you can provide me. Ordinary livestock won't do. The higher the level of life, the better it is for my recovery. I want to absorb the essence of life from it."
Most of the life essence accumulated by the Demon King during his pilgrimage was used to help it wake up, and a small part was used to resurrect the dwarf.
There are not many big ones left.
Luke summed it up in one sentence: It’s of no use.
But he smiled and said, "Since you said you are Alex Fens, I will call you Xiao Si from now on."
He was called Xiao Si and usually tried to work as a servant.
As he was speaking, the smile on Luke's face suddenly froze.
In the corner of my eye, the orcs across the street seemed to be browsing the street stalls, but they glanced past here with ill intentions several times.
“I actually found you.”
It is rumored that orcs are brutal and like to rob. Obviously, they were waiting for Luke to leave the city in three days to kill people and rob them.
"Xiao Si."
The feather pen trembled slightly when hearing this name, and it felt inexplicably unhappy.
Luke whispered, "Find an opportunity and kill him."
Before entering the city gate, Luke clearly heard the orcs and guards behind him say that they would only stay for one day. If there is an emergency, I won’t waste time tracking myself.
I guess he was in some trouble and came here to seek refuge, but he didn't have enough money.
It seems that the orcs will definitely find an opportunity to attack, and he just needs to wait for the counterattack.
Luke was walking and thinking when he was suddenly attracted by an extremely realistic statue on the side of the road.
The current lord of the Stone City is a human, so statues of human saints are enshrined in the city. In every owned area of the Holy Demon Continent, you can basically see statues of the strongest people of different races. Some races even force the people to believe in them.
The endless power of faith is also a channel for the Most High to increase his strength.
Passers-by saw a dirty boy looking up at the statue and shook their heads when they realized he was a magic moron.
There are often desperate people praying under the statue, hoping to receive a little grace from the saint.
In fact, it is all useless work.
Luke stood there for a while and heard people mocking him and looking down on his hair color.
Most humans in the Holy Demon Continent have flaxen hair, silver hair is respected, and black hair is very rare. Almost every time they appear, they are accompanied by low elemental perception. However, some historical books record that black hair is a symbol of strength, which is also the main reason why black-haired people are ridiculed.
Too lazy to listen to other people's comments, he seized the opportunity and took advantage of the crowd to quickly turn into the alley and take a shortcut, humming as he walked:
"...There was a group of people in the ancient East
They are all descendants of the dragon
…
Black eyes, black hair, yellow skin
We will always be descendants of the dragon. ”
Do you know how beautiful black hair is? A bunch of people without vision.
I was humming and feeling relaxed, when suddenly I felt a little strange. Why was the quill pen suddenly so quiet? He didn't even mock himself for singing and talking nonsense in the alley.
As if sensing something, Luke's gaze suddenly fixed on one place.
There is actually someone in this dark alley.
It should be a person...right?
Luke gradually became uncertain. The man stood in the shadow under the eaves, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, at least that was how Luke saw it. The disparity in strength was so great that he couldn't even see the other person's true face. Just a glance at the pair of sharp golden eyes made him feel like the blood in his body froze.
Next to the man was a plump middle-aged fat man, who was looking at Luke as if he was looking at something outrageous and suicidal.
Luke's heart skipped a beat.
People on this continent wouldn't be so unreasonable, right?
He holds a grudge just because he is disturbed by singing.
As the middle-aged fat man looked at a dead person, the man withdrew his gaze and walked straight past Luke. As they passed each other, Luke heard the middle-aged fat man mumbling.
"This little brat is lucky."
He offended the most difficult race, yet he still survived.
Luke blinked again, and when he looked back, the two men had disappeared. He couldn't help but become curious about their identities.
Looks so crazy.
Quill finally spoke again: "Your father."
“……”Your mother.
Who would have thought that the next second, Feather Pen would sneer, "Didn't you just claim to be the other party's successor?"
Lujia was stunned at first, then after a moment, his eyes widened slightly and he swallowed hard.
Oh shit.
A real dragon? !
Quill thought thoughtfully: "Dragons don't often go out, they won't come to the Stone City for no reason and let a human follow them."
Luke didn't care what the reason was, and he made up his mind not to sing for free in the future: "Let's find a place to stay first."
Food, water, hot shower, here he comes!
On the street.
The orc looked grim after suddenly losing his target.
"Humph, you smartass."
The boy was dressed in dirty clothes and probably not well off, so he would definitely stay in a cheap hotel. The orc knew the layout of the Stone City very well. Instead of going there immediately, he ran to another street and knocked on the door of a potion shop.
A white-bearded pharmacist appeared, folded his arms and said, "Wall, you evil-minded fellow, you have come to seek refuge again."
The orc's name was Wall, and he often committed murders and robberies. This time, he killed a lord's son for a precious space scroll.
"As usual," the orc said with a sinister smile, "Help me knock someone out. You need a drug slave, right? I found a suitable one for you."
As long as you don't die and don't resort to overt violence, you won't be violating the rules of the Stone City.
Pharmacists are a scarce profession in the Holy Demon Continent. In addition, their methods are strange and bizarre, so even the city lord has to give them face.
The pharmacist was interested and asked, "Where is the person? Take me there after dark."
Orc: "I'll lead the way then."
Being a drug slave is a life worse than death. He is a murderous person by nature. How could he tolerate being shouted at to get out by a low-level magician outside the city gate? When the pharmacist finds a medicine slave he likes, he can ask for some medicine when the other person is in a good mood.
After dark, fewer and fewer people entered the city.
Luke was leaning on the window of the hotel room, looking somewhere in the distance.
The quill seemed to always have its taunting skill on: "If you don't know, you would have thought that you, the son of the devil, have great respect for human saints."
Lu Jia was stunned: "Do you know my identity?"
"On the Demon King's Tour, you are the only one who survived. The dwarf also happened to be in the area near you and was seriously injured but not dead."
Although it has been dormant for these years, it has some perception of everything in the desolate land, including Luke's life experience.
Luke was silent for a moment, then smiled and said:
"Thank you, my great father, for not killing me."
"As a reward, I will castrate him someday and exile the contents of his crotch to a desolate place."
He didn't think that the devil didn't kill him because of the ridiculous father-son relationship. He probably just didn't want to step on another ant on the roadside.
“…”
Lujia felt that he was very kind: "I heard that when powerful people make mistakes, they will cut off their hair instead of their heads. Since the devil can't control his lower body, it's normal for me to cut off his head instead of his head, right?"
"Someone is coming." The feather pen ignored his unrealistic thoughts.
There were no lights on in the house, and the two sides communicated with each other daily through voice transmission, so the whole house was in a state of extreme silence.
The window faced the other side, and the orc and the pharmacist once thought that Luke had fallen asleep.
"Outside the door." The feather pen sensed in real time and coldly pointed out the movements outside the door.
Luke was still looking at the tall statue of the human saint outside, and Quill Pen really didn't understand what was so good about it.
A normal person would be a little nervous when faced with powerful enemies all around, right?
"The quieter the better." Lujia finally spoke again: "It's best to make them unconscious. I will drag them outside the city and kill them."
"There's a pharmacist here." Quill sensed the leakage of elements when the potion was opened and sneered: "You may not get what you want."
Many forces on the continent treat pharmacists as guests of honor, and the mayor of Stone City is probably one of them.
Luke: "Then just kill the orcs."
He frowned and felt the importance of strength again. If you don't have strength, trouble will come to you sooner or later even if you don't cause trouble.
"I want to..." Luke looked at a corner of the sculpture from a distance.
There is one thing that Quill Pen said that is completely opposite. He did not admire saints, but wanted to be admired by everyone like a saint.
When Luke dreamed of becoming stronger, the pharmacist was about to take action.
The potion automatically flowed out of the bottle like running water and flowed in through the gap in the door. The next step is just to stimulate them further and make them vaporize.
This is the terrifying thing about pharmacists, it's hard to guard against them.
Advanced pharmacists can even cause an imbalance in the magical elements in the body, leading to a drastic change in temperament.
It is said that Alex used his pharmacist to successfully split the elves in this way.
It was a dark and windy night, and the feather pen was ready to go through the door.
One is doing something dirty, and the other is trying to rob his fellow thieves.
At this critical moment, the few remaining moonlight above the Stone City was completely blocked, and a strong wind swept through the entire city. A silver light flashed by, and the strong wind became stronger and stronger, not only blowing off the roof of the hotel, but Lujia felt that even his skull was about to be blown off.
The strong wind blew up the weak body and it fell heavily into the collapsed ruins.
Not only him, but everyone in the entire hotel, regardless of race, hid in an indecent posture with their heads covered.
Only a very few strong people can barely keep standing.
The next second, a deep dragon roar resounded through the sky. Lujia opened his eyes with difficulty, but he soon regretted it.
A huge and sharp dragon claw fell from the sky. Luke barely supported himself and tried to dodge.
The speeds of both parties were totally not on the same level. Lujia didn't even have the time to communicate with the feather pen. He only saw a pair of familiar yet terrifying golden vertical pupils in the sky.
Fortunately, the sharp claws were not aimed at him.
"Wall."
The hurricane dragon spoke in human language.
The voice seemed to come from the soul. The orc could not control his reason at all and nodded subconsciously: "It's me."
Before the last sound faded away, the sharp dragon claws came directly towards the orc's chest.
The orc fled quickly, raising his hand as if he wanted to grab something.
"Space scroll." Lujia heard the quill speak: "What a pity, there won't be a dragon fast."
The space scroll is worth a fortune and comes in two types: spell activation and direct tearing. It is an extremely precious life-saving gadget.
Luke vaguely saw that there was indeed something glowing on the orc's chest, and the orc was seizing the time to chant a spell, trying to activate the scroll.
Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk.
Anyway, he had already been affected, and Lujia didn't know how he dared. When the sharp dragon claws were about to fall, he shouted: "Your Highness, the heroic and tall lord, the space scroll is innocent... cough cough... open, cut open the belly, cut out the kidneys, cough..."
Anything is fine, cutting out the appendix and becoming a human pig, just don't take out the heart, the space scroll is nearby, keep the axle under your claws!
No one had ever dared to shout in front of the dragon clan. The Hurricane Dragon slowed down its movements slightly, and even the scales on its body seemed to have an extra layer of cold and hard metallic luster.
The dragon's eyes shifted and he only saw a thin figure buried in the ruins.
It’s the little guy from the daytime.
The young man was covered in dust and seemed to have injured his back, but even at this moment, he still felt sorry for the space scroll.
After shouting, the boy covered his mouth tightly with his white fingers, trying not to cough out blood.
Even so, blood still dripped intermittently from between his fingers.
Mixed race.
And it smells like devil's blood.
The positioning of the demons in the Holy Demon Continent is very magical. Pure-blooded demons with ancient bloodlines are usually subconsciously given the same proud identity as a noble lord. People with ordinary bloodlines will never have a chance to make a name for themselves in the demon world. As for mixed-bloods, they will not only be despised by the demons, but will also be looked down upon by the entire continent.
The Hurricane Dragon didn't bother with the tiny kid. With a wave of its claws, the precious space scroll fell into Luka's hands.
The bloodstained hands immediately grasped the scroll.
Pie in the sky!
The orcs have a space scroll. If we follow the routine tonight and rob them, we may not be able to stop them.
"Thank you very much..."
Thanks for the space scroll reward!
On the other side, Wall lowered his head in disbelief, watching the Hurricane Dragon pull out his internal organs in an instant.
The distance was too close, Lujia could even smell the stench of animal blood. He moved a little further away and continued to thank Brother Long, who was number one on the list.
The huge dragon head shook, and it was obvious that it had not had a good life.
In fact, it has been lying on the treasure mountain for too long. The space scroll can be the finale treasure in any auction. Otherwise, it would not be worth it for the orcs to spend a lot of money to buy potions from the pharmacist and kill the lord's son to steal the treasure.
But the ending of the story is very ironic. The orc lost his life, and also became a good target for his next target.
The dragon's cold eyes looked at the pharmacist who was crawling on the side.
"You have a share, too."
What's the share?
The pharmacist said in fear: "Your Excellency, I have been in the City of Stone and have never..."
Hurricane Dragon interrupted impatiently: "Wol killed Lord Borg's son with the help of your potion."
He went to check the remaining aura of the magic bottle at the scene, and it was exactly the same as this man's.
"I owed Borg a small favor. If he asks me for help, you will die."
"I'm just a drug dealer."
The breath of death is still approaching step by step.
"No, no... City Lord, save me, City..."
Hurricane Dragon would not listen to his explanation and attacked without any mercy. The lord demanded that everyone involved in his son's death must pay the price.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The pharmacist's death was far more miserable than that of the orc.
The Hurricane Dragon had no patience and poured strong winds directly into the pharmacist's mouth. The storm blew the opponent's body apart, and blood mixed with internal organs flowed all over the ground.
Luke's stomach felt churning and he almost vomited, but he quickly put the scroll away.
After killing the people, the Hurricane Dragon flapped its huge wings and flew away.
Outside the hotel, no race dared to act rashly, let alone accuse the dragon of causing trouble. Looking at the dragon shadow disappearing on the horizon, they were all frightened.
Until a loud voice rang out in the city: "Don't panic, everyone. The dragon has obtained the city lord's consent before taking action."
It is unknown whether he really agreed or was just trying to save face.
At midnight, a patrolman came to register the property damage and said compensation would be made.
In this regard, the Lord of Boulder City is still relatively humane.
The storm was basically only around this hotel. The patrolman quickly registered and reported to the captain:
"Report! A total of three houses collapsed, ten shops were affected, and three people were injured or killed..."
Three casualties?
The tip of Luke's ears twitched.
If one orc and one pharmacist died, wouldn't the remaining one be injured...
He leaned against the broken wall and spat out blood.
A world in which only one person is hurt is achieved.
The patrolman saw him spitting blood, walked over and said, "We will take you to a new place to stay, and the pastor will be here soon."
He hesitated for a moment and said, "In fact, Lord Long probably didn't expect that someone would be injured when the roof was blown off."
Luke forced a smile, that was really unexpected.
The patrolman helped him down the stairs.
When Luke saw the feather pen on his waist, his eyes darkened.
At the moment when the strong wind came, the feather pen could actually help block it, but instead of blocking it, it seemed to let out a mocking laugh.
Although he was injured by the strong wind at that time, Lujia was sure that he did not hear the voice in his mind wrongly.
He probably understood what made the other person happy.
If he died indirectly at the hands of the dragon, the quill would be free from the trouble of the blood contract.
Luke looked back one last time at the broken corpses. This time he was not disgusted by the scene, but his eyes flickered.
"Just some friendship can make the dragon tribe ignore the rules of Boulder City and take action."
This is too outrageous.
The patrolman sighed, "That's normal. Dragons are known for protecting their own people. But how can a dragon's friendship be so easy to obtain?"
The xenophobia of the dragon clan is also well known to the world.
This kind of thing is rare in the past thousand years.
Hearing this, Luke didn't know what he was thinking. He pursed his lips and said nothing more.
The author has something to say:
Luke: It is better to rely on others than on yourself.
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