Chapter 500: The soldiers are attacking, and the ace is playing auxiliary!
The road twisted and turned as dense swarms of green-skinned orcs came from all directions. Ciri wielded her silver sword, becoming more and more courageous as the battle went on.
A ball of silver-grey light covered her whole body, allowing her to dodge and move like a nimble swallow between the attacks of hundreds of green-skinned orcs, and to fight back with her excellent swordsmanship.
As an experienced old wizard, Gandalf saw the reason at a glance and looked at the silver-gray light flowing on Ciri in surprise:
"Time and space magic?"
"That's right."
Lorne nodded with a smile, admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction.
Ciri has extremely rare [ancient blood] flowing in her body. This blood comes from the inheritance of the divinity of destiny and has the ability to mobilize [time and space].
There are basically two ways to interfere with space-time.
One is to use itself as the base to rewrite the time and space of the surrounding environment. Although this method is extremely powerful, it requires a huge amount of magic power and the procedure is also quite complicated.
Moreover, miracles of this level are no longer ordinary magic, but powers that only gods can master. With Ciri's current abilities and physical fitness, she is simply unable to withstand the large-scale backlash from the distortion of time and space.
Forcing it to move would only cost her life.
Therefore, Lorne chose the second approach, helping Ciri develop and utilize this talent.
That is, it regards itself as a whole, disconnected from the surrounding environment, and slightly modifies its own time flow rate by burning the [Blood of Time and Space] in the body.
Conceptually, it is most natural to separate the innate body from the outside world, and the interference from the outside world is minimal. In this small world of the human body, "adjusting" for just a few seconds can achieve the effects of accelerating blood flow, doubling reaction speed, etc., and the operation is not difficult.
After his instruction, Ciri has been able to increase her time to eight times the speed.
On the battlefield, success or failure can be decided by just a few seconds, and life or death can be decided by the slightest difference. Ciri has mastered the magic of slightly altering time, and coupled with the indestructible elven silver sword, dealing with these green-skinned orcs is naturally no different from chopping melons and vegetables.
If she continues to grow, Ciri's future will be limitless. Perhaps in the future she will really become the savior that the elves are talking about.
But now, this is magic related to [time and space] after all. Maintaining it for a long time will bring a heavy burden to the body and cause physical aging. It is a bit like a life-threatening battle. The young Ciri is inevitably a little overwhelmed.
Gandalf, who considered himself an elder, naturally could not stand idly by. He skillfully picked up his wand and sword and stepped forward to help.
Galadriel and Rose were responsible for cleaning up the escaped fish on both wings, while Belldandi provided necessary treatment and protection with Cydide sorcery.
As for Loen, he was using the map to point out the route while following the team with a clear conscience.
After all, apart from the two little girls Galadriel and Ciri who worked harder, the rest of the team were more or less suspected of slacking off.
On the one hand, everyone wanted to train the two little girls, but on the other hand, they also wanted to hide their abilities.
Everyone has secrets, and Lorne doesn't have the habit of digging into people's minds. He just follows the pace of Ciri and Galadriel and moves forward.
As a result, such a strange scene appeared in the cave:
Galadriel and Ciri, two young girls, were working hard in the front, Gandalf and Rose, two veterans, were slacking off on the side, and Lorne and Belldandi, two aces, were slacking off at the end of the team.
However, although the team is not fast, it is stable.
With the close cooperation of the six people, the team steadily advanced the journey as planned, all the way to the dragon's lair deep in [Lonely Mountain].
Finally, after passing through countless tunnels, the dark and narrow scenery before my eyes suddenly became clear.
This is a huge cave, filled with a strong smell of sulfur.
Standing on a high place and looking down, you can see dense golden lights flickering in the depths of the cave, like bright stars.
Gold! Lots of it!
Looking at the mountains of gold sand, gold coins, gold nuggets and various exquisite gold objects, Ciri's breathing became a little rapid.
Although she was a princess of the Kingdom of Cintra and came from a wealthy family, she had never seen such a large amount of gold spread out before her eyes.
“Crash!”
A large amount of gold slid down like a tide, and a fierce wind blew up in the narrow passage, causing sand and stones to fall.
In the diffuse smoke and dust, a huge shadow emerged from the center of the hill of gold. A hideous and huge head covered with sharp lizard scales covered most of the dome of the cave. Its open and closed vertical pupils looked down fiercely at the six uninvited guests who dared to break into its treasure house:
"Damn thief!"
With a thunderous roar, the monster swung its spear-like claws and slapped down heavily.
Ciri immediately activated the time and space magic to avoid the powerful blow, and looked up at the huge creature living in the cave with surprise.
A talking dragon?
Judging from its golden and black scales and its general appearance, this is probably what the dwarves call "Golden Smaug".
——A superior dragon with a real name!
Realizing that the goal of her trip was within reach, Ciri could no longer contain her excitement and rushed forward with the silver sword in hand, wanting to obtain dragon blood for her teacher Yennefer as soon as possible to break the curse.
Seeing a creature as tiny as an ant, which did not turn around and run away but attacked it instead, the dragon was furious. It suddenly spread its pair of golden-black wings and vibrated, creating a fierce gale in the narrow tunnel.
Gandalf thrust his oak wand into the ground with all his strength. The blazing white light turned into ripples that spread out, offsetting the strong winds around him.
Seeing that the attack missed, the dragon became furious. It opened its mouth and took a deep breath, then spewed out blazing dragon flames forward.
The golden-red flames emitted an astonishing amount of heat, causing Ciri and the others' hair to curl and their weapons to burn before they even got close.
Seeing this, Loen immediately drew three runes in the air: [ ], [ ], [ ].
They represent the meanings of [gods], [precipitation] and [ice and frost] respectively. When superimposed on each other, everyone is covered with a thin layer of frost and water vapor, and they are unharmed by the burning of dragon flames.
At this time, Rose and Galadriel also took the opportunity to take action. One used magic to weave a web-like energy spider silk to bind the dragon's wings and claws; the other shot two elven secret arrows, accurately inserting them into the dragon's eye sockets.
“Ouch!”
The giant dragon, whose vital parts were severely damaged, screamed and slammed heavily into the hill of gold coins.
At this moment, Ciri had already pushed the [Time and Space Magic] to the extreme. She jumped onto the dragon's back and swung her sword at the monster's head and back.
However, due to the excellent defensiveness of dragon scales, the silver sword in Ciri's hand not only failed to pierce the dragon's scales, but also caused pain in her arm.
After continuous injuries, the dragon lost its mind and its huge body kept rolling in the mountain of gold coins, trying to shake off the little flea on its back.
However, this move was exactly what Ciri wanted.
"Inherent time system, eight times faster!"
As her right fist hammered into her chest, the time and space blood in her body boiled violently, and time flowed rapidly in her body, allowing her to feel the changes in the world around her at eight times the speed of time.
Everything seemed to slow down.
The dragon's waving claws were like a stuck pointer, falling towards her head little by little. The ferocious expression on the dragon's face was faintly discernible, and even the trajectory of the moving dust was clearly visible.
And at the moment the dragon claw fell, the silver-gray light and shadow had already passed through the gaps in the dragon's attack and penetrated into the monster's weakly defended belly.
The silver sword was raised and stabbed hard into the exposed scales on the dragon's neck.
“Puff!”
At that moment, golden-red dragon blood gushed out, pouring all over Ciri's body from head to toe. The temperature like magma spread from her skin to her internal organs, causing the girl to groan and her body fell uncontrollably to the ground on her back.
At this moment, the giant dragon, who was still alive, widened his bloody eyes and locked onto the murderer who dealt him the fatal blow through his blurred bloody vision. His tail with a sharp bone spike was raised high and smashed down like a huge chain hammer.
However, its attempt to drag the murderer to be buried with it was easily stopped by a hand.
The dragon's tail weighing a hundred pounds fell into the opponent's hand, as if it had no weight at all.
Looking at the figure on the golden mountain who was holding his unconscious fellow in one hand and holding his tail vertebrae with the other, the dragon let out an unwilling roar from its punctured throat, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.
No one was surprised by this result.
With so many gods involved, even if it was the black dragon king Nidhogg, he might have been slaughtered, let alone a mere three-headed superior dragon.
Seeing Ciri covered in golden-red dragon blood, with her body burning hot and her heartbeat rising rapidly, the knowledgeable people were happy for her.
In every version of the myth, heroes are keen on slaying dragons.
On the one hand, they can gain huge reputation and the huge wealth accumulated by the dragon overnight through this behavior. On the other hand, the blood, scales and heart of the dragon itself are all rare materials and have extraordinary effects on the heroes' self-improvement.
Especially the heart blood of the superior dragon. After a mortal bathes in it, he will be immune to all diseases. After a hero with divine blood bathes in it, the purity of his bloodline will be greatly improved, making him invulnerable to swords and guns, and his physical strength will be strengthened tenfold or even dozens of times.
This effect is exactly what Ciri, who is born with deficiencies, lacks.
With the baptism of dragon blood, this girl no longer has to worry about activating the blood of time and space and overloading her body. Her strength will definitely usher in a qualitative leap in the future, and maybe it will really come in handy when the Ragnarok comes.
It's a pity that the essence of the dragon's heart blood has just been completely absorbed by Ciri, and the remaining dragon blood is just a material containing rich magic factors, but it does not have the miraculous effect of transforming a person.
Otherwise, we can use the dragon blood to build a dragon slayer army for the atrium.
After throwing several blessings and seeing Ciri wake up from her coma, Lorne reached into the dragon's wound, fumbled around for a while, and after a moment pulled out a heart that was still trembling slightly.
“Eat it!”
Seeing this bloody thing handed to her, Ciri instinctively resisted.
But under Lorne's careful gaze, she suppressed the urge to retch, opened her mouth wide, bit and swallowed the dragon heart.
The feeling was not friendly. It was like swallowing a piece of charcoal into the stomach. Endless heat flowed everywhere, stretching every inch of muscle and burning every drop of blood, eventually reforging a tougher and more perfect body.
Seeing that Ciri still needed some time to slowly digest the changes brought about by the dragon's blood and heart, Loen and his companions did not forget the real purpose of this dragon slaying, and searched everywhere in the gold mountain for the so-called [Rhine Gold].
However, after searching for a while, they found nothing.
"These seem to be just ordinary gold, and there is no smell of curse." Old Gandalf frowned.
Lorne nodded and said, "It seems that the [source] is not here. It may be in the lairs of the other two dragons."
Dragons have a strong sense of territory. Although the three dragons in [Lonely Mountain] are somehow connected, they obviously maintain their inherent species habits and do not gather together, but build nests separately in the belly of the mountain.
"Then pick up something useful and do it as soon as possible!" After stuffing a few gold items she liked into her pocket, Rose urged without changing her expression.
Ron and Gandalf also began their own shopping sprees, each taking away a few decent collections from the mountain of treasure.
Of course, Ciri couldn't forget the dragon's blood that she urgently needed. Her good friend Galadriel had already sealed it in a crystal bottle for her.
As Ciri digested the magic of dragon blood and dragon heart and slowly woke up, Lorne and others were already ready and prepared to set off.
"How does it feel?" Lorne asked.
"My body feels so light, as if I have endless energy." Ciri waved her fists excitedly, her arms leaving afterimages in the air, and she easily smashed a stalagmite several meters thick into powder.
"Besides this, is there anything else?"
"I seem to be able to hear the sound of the wind, the sound of the flowing water, and the vibration of the earth veins. This feeling is so wonderful!" Ciri was so excited that she smacked Loen on the cheek.
After many hardships, she finally killed a dragon and obtained dragon blood for her teacher Yennefer to break the curse. And to get to this point, the creditor in front of her can be said to have made great contributions.
The young girl in love couldn't help but express her gratitude with a heavy kiss.
But at this moment, Ciri's whole body was soaked in dragon blood and smelled fishy. Her mouth, which had just eaten the dragon heart, was still stained with minced meat and blood foam. After taking a bite, not only did Loen not feel the slightest bit of charm, but a bloody lip mark appeared on his face.
Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw this.
Ciri was embarrassed and quickly changed the subject:
"In front! The second dragon is ahead!"
As if due to the mysterious resonance between dragon species, Ciri, who was bathed in dragon blood, raised her hand and pointed to the deep tunnel in front of the left, reporting the location of another superior dragon.
Loen was not surprised by this.
Sigurd, the dragon slayer in Norse mythology, was able to hear the conversations of birds after taking the dragon's heart. Ciri seemed to have gained a similar enhancement, and her ability to perceive the environment increased dramatically.
In order to verify her own perception and escape from this embarrassing situation, Ciri immediately picked up the sword in her hand and rushed towards the target direction.
As they went deeper, the space in the cave became wider, and what greeted them were no longer vulnerable green-skinned orcs, but groups of wyverns hanging on the rock walls or living in the caves.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The two wizards, Lorne and Gandalf, chanted spells quickly, and the surging magic factors gathered frantically in front of the team and connected into a dense red and black magic array in mid-air.
Puff puff puff!
The next moment, scarlet beams of magic energy shot forward from all directions, like autonomous artillery, blasting hundreds of wyverns in front into pieces.
Passing through the stinking blood rain, everyone followed the downward slide and jumped into another huge cave.
The same mountains of gold and the same towering and ferocious dragon.
Ciri was delighted to see the prey and was about to rush forward to test her current abilities, but unexpectedly, the giant black dragon lying on the golden mountain fell down with a big hole in its soft belly.
A petite orange cat was jumping onto the dragon's body, holding a golden-red dragon heart in its mouth.
Just then, Ciri came over with a sword raised. The orange cat smelled the dragon-like scent on the girl, narrowed its eyes, and quickly swallowed the dragon heart. Then it suddenly opened its mouth, with dozens of scarlet whiskers ready to strike out.
However, before the predatory organs could fly out of its mouthparts, a strong hand suddenly appeared behind it, grabbed the back of its neck and lifted it from the ground.
On the top of the golden mountain, Loen rubbed the furry cat head and asked with a smile:
"Where's your master?"
"Meow?"
The orange cat blinked its big watery eyes with an innocent look on its face, like a harmless cute creature trying to get away with it.
But Loen already knew that this thing was the incarnation of the world serpent Jörmungandr, so he was naturally unmoved. He applied a little force on its spine with his fingertips, and the orange cat became completely obedient, looking angrily towards the tunnel in the front right.
At this moment, Skadi and Shikoti, who had met each other a few times, were chasing the lost cute pets and arrived late.
(End of this chapter)
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