Chapter 566: Cannibalism, we are professionals
A few days later.
Bagster, who has a natural talent as a gourmet, has mastered many dishes and relatively sophisticated cooking techniques under the guidance of recipes and famous chefs.
A sumptuous breakfast was placed on the tablecloth. Bagster occupied a large corner of the table alone and ate seven wyverns that he had cooked himself. Then he burped with satisfaction, stood up, took off his apron, cleaned up the camp, and then led the way ahead with a broadsword in hand.
As a black dog skilled in fighting and killing, Bagster is not only a big eater, but also has an exaggeratedly large and plump figure.
His two arms are twice as thick as Bawanshi's thighs, and the two front armor plates are larger than Bawanshi's head. He is over 2.5 meters tall, and with a fully enclosed heavy armor and a fairy sword as big as a door panel, he is like an indestructible human tank.
Along the way, a large number of magical beasts with dragon characteristics, such as the earth dragons, wyverns, horned dragons, etc., were brutally dismembered under the hot and swift sword of Bagster.
Large amounts of blood spurted out, and spots of bright red fell on Bagster's face and eyes.
But this familiar battlefield and familiar smell failed to arouse the madness in Bagster. Instead, she felt a strange longing in her heart.
"Gurgle~~"
Bagster's throat moved unconsciously, her pink tongue rolled over a trace of dragon blood at the corner of her lips, and her eyes shone.
It doesn’t have much earthy smell and has rich layers. It looks like it should be very chewy. It’s top quality product!
The giant sword as wide as a door panel was swung forward, and a dragon that was not yet dead was neatly ripped open. A still beating heart was then taken out by Bagst who rushed forward and placed in the magic circle for safekeeping while it was still hot.
However, having only this one dish for dinner is not enough.
Bagster turned his head and looked at the various sub-dragon monsters that kept rushing out. He licked his tongue excitedly, and pounced on this group of high-quality ingredients that were waiting to be developed for various uses with a more ferocious attitude.
For a moment, the scene was filled with flying limbs and blood splattering, making people feel as if they had entered a large slaughterhouse.
"Bagster, you stinky dog, so rude! Be careful with my new shoes and clothes!"
Ba Wanxi, who was affected, cursed with a dark face while lifting her skirt and taking cat-like steps, dodging left and right among the falling corpses and blood, fearing that the dirty environment around her and the random attacks of her comrades would taint the artwork she had worked on for several days and nights.
It seemed that they thought that Bawanshi, who was actively avoiding the battle, was not strong enough. The dragon beasts, who did not get the upper hand in front of the humanoid tank Bagst, swarmed towards Bawanshi on the other side.
"A bunch of idiots!"
Ba Wanxi pursed her lips and sneered. The thorn whip in her hand turned into blood light and squirmed, gathering into an exquisite silver-gray cone hammer between her fingers. In the center of the hammer, there was a blood-red heart-shaped gem inlaid.
As Bawanxi lifted and lowered the hammer lightly, the blood color that spread around turned into a vortex and sucked towards the center. The dragon beasts that were charging were dragged in and turned into blood mist amid bursts of bone-shattering explosions.
The crystal white little hand waved forward, and a few balls of golden dragon blood, after the impurities were removed, automatically flowed into the sheepskin water bag in Bawanxi's hand.
Soon the water bag was full, Bawanxi threw it behind him, raised his smooth chin, and asked proudly:
"How about it?"
"Elegant! Very elegant!"
Loen held the sheepskin water bag in his arms and applauded.
After getting the response, Bawanshi was very happy:
"So what did you promise me?"
"Okay, I'll teach you how to make wine with these things later."
Loen agreed readily and put the sheepskin water bag filled with dragon blood into the magic circle.
Although we still don't know how so many sub-dragon monsters were bred, the dragon blood in them is a real good thing. It can not only be used for cooking and brewing, but also for drawing magic circles and scrolls.
Anyway, who doesn't waste raw materials when making wine? Isn't it up to me, the expert, to decide how much to deduct?
Thinking of this, Loen looked at Bawanxi who was working even harder to squeeze juice from the dragon beasts in front of him, and the smile on his face became even brighter and more sincere.
What a good boy (Palu).
Morgan was amazed at the two fairy knights who behaved so differently on the battlefield.
"In just a few days, Bagster and Bavanshi have controlled their madness and completely changed. You are really the best teacher I have ever seen!"
Not really.
Luo En felt a little embarrassed by the flattery and muttered to himself.
That is to teach the dog demons who like to eat their opponents alive to add seasonings to cook and use knives, forks and plates;
Let the vampire who likes to slit her opponent's throat and drink blood learn how to brew wine and use a cup...
Suddenly, Loen seemed to have thought of something and looked up at Bagster and Bawanshi who were leading the way ahead.
A dog demon that can cook its opponents into dishes, and a vampire banshee who can brew wine and use cups?
Wait, aren’t these the upgraded werewolves and vampires!
Images of werewolves and vampires in later movies, who spoke with a London accent, wore suits and ties, and ate and killed people in a civilized way, flashed through Loen's mind, and he suddenly felt a little amused.
So, the old London cannibalistic aristocracy has a legacy in this land? Especially among fantasy creatures?
However, this also proves that his idea is correct.
The way to keep fairies rational is to let them learn about humanity and civilization, and to discipline themselves and suppress their animal nature in a more covert and elegant way.
Praise humanity, praise civilization!
Loen teased secretly, and together with Morgan and Vivian, followed the footsteps of two high-quality palus, Bawanshi and Bagst, and continued to advance towards the foggy area ahead.
After walking for about a hundred miles, the view suddenly opened up.
“What a big lake!”
Bagster stopped and looked at the hazy water light under the thick white fog in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.
However, when Ba Wanxi beside her waved her hands and summoned magic power to dispel the fog in front of her eyes, she couldn't help but cover her nose with a look of disgust.
"What is that? It's disgusting!"
Upon hearing this, everyone stepped forward to investigate and suddenly discovered that within the swamp covering a radius of 100 miles, there were clumps of blurry, wriggling flesh floating around.
Those things of different sizes absorbed the magical energy floating in the air and the lake as they rose and fell like heartbeats. They then divided and multiplied, and their size continued to expand. Finally, at a speed visible to the naked eye, they gradually formed flesh and blood tissue similar to that of an embryo.
"roar!!!"
Just as everyone wanted to move closer to observe, a shrill roar was heard, and several purple-red embryos that had expanded to several meters shook violently.
“Puff~~”
Claws covered with fine scales tore through the fetal membrane from the inside, and several lizard-like heads emerged from the mucus-covered fetal chamber.
After the soft wing membrane stretched several times, the newborn monster quickly evaporated the moisture on its body surface, and its bones and scales hardened accordingly.
After a moment, several juvenile dragon beasts several meters long rushed out of the swamp, opened their eyelids, and their snake-like vertical pupils as predators locked their eyes grimly on several humanoid creatures on the shore that had intruded into their territory.
Puff puff puff!
However, before these monsters could get close, spears woven from magic, thorns transformed from blood, and swung fairy swords alternately plowed across the lake, instantly sending these dragon beasts that had just come out to see the sun to the west.
"Now, I roughly know where these hybrid dragon species came from."
Lorne murmured, his eyes sweeping over the strange pieces of flesh that almost covered the surface of the lake, wriggling like maggots.
Vivian squatted down and poked a piece of meat that was wriggling and growing on the shore. After satisfying her curiosity, she asked everyone with a smile:
"Bake them or fry them? I can't eat so many."
Morgan rolled his eyes at his sister and snorted coldly:
"Get rid of them all! We have not seen any living creatures except these sub-dragons all the way here. The ecology here has been destroyed by them. If this continues, it will turn into a major disaster. Once so many dragon beasts have preyed on the surrounding areas and fly out of this forest, Orkney outside, even the entire North, and the whole of Britain, will become their hunting grounds!"
Without further ado, the resolute Morgan chanted the words of God and summoned a number of spears woven with magic. He bombarded the squirming pieces of flesh on the water surface and cleared them out one by one.
As the thick fog mixed with the smell of decay and blood was gradually blown away by the air currents driven by magic, the full picture of the water area gradually appeared before everyone's eyes.
"What is that!"
Habertlot, who was standing by, cried out in surprise. His body tensed unconsciously and his hair stood on end.
Similarly, the two fairy knights, Bawanshi and Bagster, also involuntarily took a state of alert, gritting their teeth and threatening the lake in front of them. It was like a hyena encountering a lion on the grassland, and its instinctive fear was aroused invisibly.
——Dragon power!
Morgan, Vivian, and Lorne looked at each other and looked towards the lake at the same time.
I saw a huge creature that was nearly two kilometers long, with a lizard-like skull and wings covered with hideous bone spurs.
After a brief gaze, an indescribable power burst out from this huge skeleton, striking deep into the soul of the onlooker, making people involuntarily want to bow their heads and worship it.
The three of them simultaneously mobilized their divinity and power, erasing this interference from the spiritual level and continued to investigate.
To be precise, it was a half-rotten dragon skeleton.
Two-thirds of the bones were exposed, and in some other parts, one-third of the flesh and blood was attached to the bones.
Not only that, as the lake water soaked them, the clumps of flesh and blood peeled off the dragon's skeleton bit by bit, floating to various areas of the swamp like scattered fish eggs.
So that's what's happening!
Everyone suddenly understood.
Most of the degraded dragon species in the forest were transformed from the flesh and blood that fell off this skeleton.
only……
What kind of monster could have such surging vitality even after death, and use its own rotten flesh and blood to evolve an entire ecological group of dragons?
"The Dragon of Albion! The sacred beast of the Vanir tribe actually fell here!"
Morgan looked at the pale dragon skeleton on the water and frowned tightly.
You're absolutely right! Only the Vanir who master the laws of life and are proficient in Said witchcraft can cultivate such a monster that can influence the surrounding environment with powerful creative abilities even after death.
At this moment, Luo En couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart.
Sure enough, something went wrong!
The Dragon of Albion, who was supposed to be guarding the sacred land of the Vanir, has died for unknown reasons.
Judging from the speed at which the corpse decomposes and decays, it will probably not take a day or two.
This also explains why the Vanir Holy Land, which was supposed to be moved and hidden, was solidified in the forest of the north and was discovered by a small weaving fairy named Habertlot.
This was because the divine beast responsible for guarding this spiritual tomb had fallen, and a large number of defense and concealment techniques were gradually becoming ineffective.
It was probably for this reason that the Vanir failed to use this backup plan, and were finally trapped in Northern Europe, entering the final stage of Ragnarok together with the Aesir.
But Albion...
Lorne frowned, and two related memories emerged in his mind.
First, this is the name given by the ancient Greeks to the British Isles (now England, Scotland, Wales, etc.), meaning "white land" or "white hills". This version can be traced back to the works of ancient historians such as Herodotus and Ptolemy.
Secondly, this is also a mysterious place in European medieval folklore, which is considered to be the origin of mankind and the birthplace of some magic and myths. This version can be traced back to medieval literary works such as "The Legend of King Arthur".
Albion... the white land...
The Dragon of Albion...Britain...
——The White Dragon of Britain?!
A light bulb suddenly lit up in Loen's mind. He raised his hand and dug out a pale scale from the floating pieces of flesh. All the clues and information in his mind connected together to form a complete context.
In the Arthurian legend, King Arthur is called "the Red Dragon of Britain" or "son of the Red Dragon". He has the power of dragons in his body and is a super warrior created and taught by Merlin and the Fairies of the Lake. According to the prophecy, she will lead the Knights of the Round Table to turn the tide and establish a sacred knight kingdom in the holy city of Camelot, which will continue the mystery of Britain forever.
The fundamental purpose of King Arthur's training was actually to defeat another "dragon" of the British Kingdom, that is, the "White Dragon of Britain" - King Vortigern!
It is King Arthur's lifelong enemy. Its essence is a phantom bred in the British Isles, representing the will of the earth in the past.
Combined with reality, another truth can be discovered:
——The Tuatha de Danann who descended from the sky defeated the indigenous Vanir during the catastrophe. The Vanir crossed the ocean to Northern Europe and recuperated in the new land.
——But they did not completely give up on taking back their homeland, so the white dragon Vortigern was born from the beliefs of these indigenous people and the will of the British land through special secret methods, and thus regarded the Tuatha de Danann and King Arthur and other groups as old enemies that must be eliminated. Thus, there was the "War between the Red Dragon and the White Dragon" in Britain.
——In the end, man proposes, God disposes. Without the support of the Vanir, and with the erosion and destruction of the will of the earth caused by multiple catastrophes, the White Dragon's strength and life continued to decline, even to the point of his premature death.
This is probably the whole story of the feud between the Vanir and the Tuatha de Danann.
(End of this chapter)
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