Borch thought about Wayne's proposal for a while and agreed.
This is actually a kind of confidence. As a dragon standing at the top of the food chain, and a golden dragon that can perform magic, he has two powerful Zerekan female warriors as bodyguards. He is not afraid of a few people with bad intentions.
Moreover, after everyone was honest with each other, many things and information could be communicated very well, without having to beat around the bush like in the past.
Wayne learned the whole story from Borch.
About six days ago, the day before meeting Wayne, when Borch and his two female guards were traveling to Temeria, they suddenly heard the green dragon's distress signal sent by Hollerbor hundreds of miles away.
This is a mysterious magic among dragons, which can transmit the distress signal within a thousand miles and be known by all dragons.
Dragons are becoming increasingly rare in this world, and purebred dragons that can use magic are even rarer.
As an extremely rare golden dragon, Borch has only seen a few of his kind so far. His life is a lonely one. The only ones who accompany him are the Zerekan tribe who worship him, love him, and protect him.
But because of the unequal status of both parties, Borch still does not have a real friend.
It was a rare occasion to encounter a magic call for help from its own kind, and it was hesitating whether to take the risk to rescue her.
It was not until he drank, played cards, boasted and talked with Wayne, and experienced the joy of equal communication, that Borch made up his mind to save that fellow tribesman.
"From her call for help magic, I learned that she is a mother dragon who is hatching dragon eggs, and the baby will be born soon."
"While hunting sheep on the grassland, she was poisoned by a group of civilians, which left her in an extremely weak state."
"She is in urgent need of her own kind to go to her cave and protect her children."
Wayne nodded in understanding. To humans, dragons are inherently dangerous and vicious. Slaying a dragon not only brings honor but also a lot of wealth. However, to Borch and the green dragon, who are also dragons, perhaps humans are the dangerous ones.
The four men rode for a distance and came to a wilderness far away from the town. After making sure that there was no one around, Borch dismounted and came to an open space.
He nodded to Wayne, then his body shook, and there seemed to be a sound of magic breaking, and in the blink of an eye he swelled into a huge monster.
This is a golden monster about three stories tall.
Its head is not big, and it does not have the terrifying horns and fangs seen in fantasy novels. It is neither ferocious nor ugly, but instead has a strange beauty.
The little head hung on the round chest, the slender neck drew a perfect arc, and the tail was wrapped around the outstretched paw.
There is an indescribable elegance to it, and its feline temperament makes people even ignore its reptilian appearance.
But it was undoubtedly a reptile, with its bright yellow eyes emitting a brilliant and fierce light, and its scales looked like they were finely painted with paint, making almost its entire body golden.
When it spread its huge ten-meter-long wings, its beautiful wings covered with golden scales made it hard to believe that this was a beautiful creature transformed from the short and fat Bolchi.
Wayne stared at the golden dragon for several seconds in daze. He had been in this world for several years, and the golden dragon was probably the most beautiful fantasy creature he had ever seen, except for the beautiful and holy goddess of the lake.
As a dragon of outstanding wisdom, Borch's every move is more like that of a well-educated gentleman than a wild beast.
It didn't open its mouth, but a rather majestic male voice sounded in his mind. This was telepathy, a special kind of magic.
"My real name is Villentretanmais, which means three jackdaws in the ancient language."
"Wayne, if you're ready, let's set off."
"We will temporarily leave our horses to Tia and Weiya for safekeeping. A group of warriors from the Zerekan tribe have arrived in the Northern Kingdom. It will take about three or four days for them to arrive here. Weiya will go and meet them."
"If the time comes when swords must be drawn, these warriors will fight for me."
Hearing this, Wayne looked at the two Zerekai girls, and the girls also looked at him at the same time. Tia smiled, and Weiya cast a seductive glance at him. The charming posture reminded him of the madness of the night before he set out.
He nodded, took his weapons and equipment from Lucifer, put them on his back, followed the golden dragon's tail, and nimbly climbed up its back.
The scales and skin folds there just formed a groove, which helped him stabilize his body and prevent him from slipping off the dragon's back.
"According to what you said, the green dragon has been poisoned for many days. It may be in great danger now."
The golden dragon nodded, and without further words, it spread its beautiful golden wings and flew into the sky with a strong airflow.
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Flying is an experience that every human being has fantasized about. In his previous life, Wayne was a country boy who had never even been on an airplane. Riding on the back of a dragon and soaring into the sky is a unique and novel experience for him.
The only pity is that it is still spring and it is too cold to fly at high altitude without any protection.
Bolch was protected by scales and dragon skin, so he might not feel it, but Wayne was indeed freezing from the cold wind at high altitude.
But he is still a demon hunter after all, and his physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Apart from feeling cold, he will not really suffer any harm.
Riding on the dragon's back and looking down at the scenery below, Borch took him through a forest, climbed up the mountains, crossed a wasteland on the mountain, and after circling the top of the mountain several times, he found a rather hidden cave.
The entrance to the cave was large, with a very wide view. Borch flapped his wings and slowly landed on the open space outside the cave.
Before he could steady himself, a slightly sharp dragon roar came from the cave.
Wayne couldn't understand what it meant, whether it was a threat or a call for help. After Borch waited until Wayne fell to the ground from it, he immediately took graceful and nimble steps and went into the cave.
Seeing this, he didn't bother to be cautious and followed the golden dragon into the cave.
The interior space of the cave is also very spacious. The top of the cave is about thirty meters above the ground. There are some green mosses and vines growing on the top of the mountain and the rock walls. Even a golden dragon that is more than ten meters tall does not feel restrained at all when walking in the cave.
However, the green dragon in the cave was obviously not as civilized and intelligent as Borch. As soon as Wayne entered the cave, he was choked by the feces piled up in the corners of the cave and the stench of leftover rotten meat.
Unfortunately, in the world of witchers, dragon dung is just ordinary feces and has no value at all. Even for dragons, except for their fangs, claws, blood and internal organs that can be used as magical materials, their other parts are not much different from ordinary lizards.
Borch was not affected by the stench. Listening to the faint dragon roar coming from the cave, he walked faster, as if he was looking forward to meeting his online friend in person.
After walking about twenty meters, Borch and Wayne saw the real owner, a female dragon with gray-green scales all over its body. Its appearance was quite graceful. Compared with the golden dragon's more than ten meters long body, its body was quite petite, only about six or seven meters long.
She coiled her tail and wings, holding a white dragon egg more than half a meter high in her arms. She opened her bloody mouth and looked vigilantly at the man and dragon coming in from the entrance with her light yellow vertical pupils.
Such a defensive posture might have some deterrent effect on those ignorant farmers or brutal soldiers, but as a monster expert, Wayne could clearly feel that this green dragon was very weak and had no power to resist at all. It could even be said that it was on its deathbed.
It has been about six or seven days since she was poisoned. No one knows what kind of poison the farmer in Holobel gave her, but it was so strong that even a dragon could not withstand it and almost died.
And the dragon egg in her arms, which was about to hatch, might be the main reason why she survived.
The golden dragon Bolchi stared at her for about two minutes, probably communicating through telepathy. Seeing this, Wayne did not say much, but looked at this legendary dragon's nest with curiosity.
Dragons are very rare creatures, even witchers seldom see such beasts. In many stories, dragon's lairs often symbolize wealth. Sure enough, with just a quick glance around, he discovered the legendary dragon's treasure.
Behind the coiled green dragon, a pile of gold coins and gems lying on the ground formed a small hill. The number was not large, about two to three thousand gold coins of different types, and among these piled up gold coins, there were also many raw gems.
Wayne made an estimate and couldn't help but be amazed. This treasure must be an astronomical figure for ordinary people, but for those princes and nobles, it could probably only buy a luxurious manor.
I just don't know, what is the meaning of these dragons who live in the wilderness, feed on raw meat and carrion, and never interact with civilized society, collecting these treasures? Just when Wayne was curious about this question, the golden dragon Borchi beside him seemed to have suddenly encountered something happy. His golden and elegant body stood up, flapped his beautiful golden wings a few times, opened his dragon mouth, and made a pleasant dragon cry.
Wayne looked up at the cheerful golden dragon, wondering what had happened to it.
But soon, Borch's joyful voice came into his mind.
"My friend, congratulations, I not only have a wife, but also a child."
"Milgata Blake is willing to be my spouse."
(End of this chapter)