Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 89 Hall of Dreams
In the middle of the Longji Mountains, there are hundreds of thousands of giant dragons sleeping here. In the criss-crossing canyons and fissures, there are teams of ten people patrolling from time to time, all carrying longbows and big swords. These are voluntary The guardian of the dragon.

Every year, various regions of Caledo will organize people to come to the Longji Mountains to act as volunteers. The requirements are even higher than those of participating in the standing army. You don’t need to be good at martial arts, don’t know how to shoot arrows, don’t need to be physically weak, and don’t want to be strong-willed. No loyalty to the dragon court.

This is a very difficult job. The tight finances of the Dragon Palace can't give these people much support. They can only rely on the private organization to protect the sleeping dragon's last line of defense. They are also called mountain patrollers.

The people on patrol noticed Minasnir above the canyon, and they couldn't help but stretch out their hands and exclaimed. Imrik, who was sitting on the dragon saddle, also greeted them, and then continued to move forward.

In a huge canyon fissure, Imrik could only see endless darkness from above, and the light seemed to be swallowed by the inner darkness, like an abyss.

This scene can not help but think of Hagrid Graves, the environment there is also so dark, the slaves can only mine ore in the dark environment, and there are many monsters mutated by the dimension stone inside the mine , but obviously there won't be a situation like Hagrid Graves here.

Minasnil didn't immediately fly to the inside of the canyon. Instead, he started to vibrate his wings in mid-air, and kept floating and said, "You should know the price of entering this place. I think it's better to get that dragon horn back."

Hearing Minasnil's words from his mind, the Dragon Prince subconsciously grasped the dragon horn at his waist. The mountain below is actually hollow, and there is a place called Wyrmrest Temple inside. To enter Wyrmrest To enter the temple, you need to pass through an extremely long tunnel, which is composed of the dream of the dragon and the spells of the dragon tamer, also called the Hall of Dreams.

Anyone who does not have the blood of a dragon tamer enters the hall of fantasy, will be lost in the memory of the dragon and cannot wake up, and the descendants of the dragon tamer family need to rely on the protection of the dragon horn if they want to enter. Blow it when you are about to lose your way, otherwise your consciousness will also fall into the dragon's dream.

But the dragon horn in his hand may not have such a big effect. Since Ka Er, no member of the dragon tamer family has successfully entered this place. This is a gamble, but Imrik believes that his own Gambling luck has always been good, and you will never lose in this kind of place.

"Let's go, let me meet the legendary Emperor Dragon." Imrik urged the dragon under him.

"You are just like your ancestors, always thinking that everything is under your control." Imric's answer made the dragon a little annoyed. It has expressed its unwillingness to take this young man to Wyrmrest Temple many times. But his will to go his own way is always so firm.

The dragon's body began to tilt downwards, its huge wings folded in, and the narrow gorge could hardly accommodate the huge body of the Yaoxinglong. From time to time, protruding rocks were hit by Minasnil, and pieces of rubble fell downward. .

At this time, Imrik tightly grasped the armrest at the front of the dragon saddle, trying not to let himself fall, the magic began to fail here, and he could only rely on his body to stabilize the center of gravity, Imrik felt the temperature drop suddenly , the environment here is close to the ancient times. Before the Old Sage came, the temperature of the planet was much lower than it is now.

Finally, after falling in the dark canyon for an unknown amount of time, Minasnil stopped his downward movement and arrived in front of a huge hollow, saying, "You still have a chance now. After entering, I can't guarantee Can your brother's voice guide your way?"

Taking the dragon horn out of his waist and putting it in his hands, Imrik said, "Let's begin."

The dragon shook its head very humanely, expressing its helplessness towards the young man, and began to flap its wings, flying towards the huge void in front of it.

At this time, Imrik was cautiously waiting for the next trial. Since the loss of the legendary dragon horn, the things about this place have been forgotten, and it was only mentioned by some old enough dragons, but the dragon and Asu There is a huge difference between Azul, when they pass through this tunnel, they will only occasionally hear the voices of some companions, while Azul will enter the dragon's dream, once lost, it will never wake up Come.

When he first entered the tunnel, Imrik felt some indistinct calls, such as loneliness, excitement, sadness, anger... It seemed that countless emotions were pouring into his heart from the darkness around him , Forcing myself not to listen to these sounds, holding the dragon horn tightly in my hand, I can blow this horn three times at most, which means that there may only be three chances.

A streamer like a rainbow appeared in Imrik's eyes, colorful and beautiful. With the flight of Minasnir, the Dragon Prince could clearly see the scenes that appeared in the streamer, the breath of the Silver Moon Dragon, the fall of the giant dragon, Flying on the ocean, fighting with Asur... Countless things that left a deep impression on the life of the dragon entered Imrik's mind.

The originally linear time fell into chaos at this moment, and time began to interweave and unfold in Imrik's mind.

All the events, all the emotions, all the moments of these dragons are haunted by time. The memories that make up time are as dazzling and interacting as lines. The memory of each dragon becomes lines, and these lines become a mess. , as if a bundle of [-]-meter-long hemp rope was randomly tied to the stone pillar.

Resisting the urge to roar like in his memory, Imrik looked at the horn of the dragon, but found that his arms seemed to have begun to grow scales and sharp claws, just like Minasnir's arms , Dark blue rough scales are neatly covered.

Knowing that his cognition began to deviate, and if he continued like this, he might lose his consciousness due to the gradual dragonization. Imrik started to play the horn vigorously, and a long sound came from the horn. After playing for more than ten seconds, he put down .

Those messy memory lines began to be disassembled and faded from the stone pillar of Imrik.

Playing the dragon horn requires a lot of physical strength, and it is necessary to arrange the number of times of use reasonably. Pay attention to the arm and find that there are only a few tiny dragon scales on it. The sound enters the ear.

Pain, despair, anger... These negative emotions entered Imric's mind, and he could clearly perceive the emotions and memories of the source of the voice, which was the first giant dragon corrupted by Malekith with black magic .

As the first experimental product, he was far less powerful and vicious than the later black dragons. He was subjected to various black magic experiments every day, and countless torture methods were tried to make him tame. Driven by Du Luqi, the iron cage was made into the battlefield, and finally died in the hands of his compatriots.

"Elves, your betrayal has scarred the dragon!" A roar full of endless resentment entered Imrik's ears, and he could feel the despair, the chaotic energy in black magic flowing in his body, stabbing Pain, splitting, shattering, and even the severe pain when the animal trainer whipped him, and the impact when he hit the iron cage, all of these made Imrik's eyes bloodshot, and he roared in his heart.

"I will avenge you and make those betrayers pay the price!"

But this answer did not satisfy the tormented dragon. It is a collection of those who hate, representing all the dragons that have been distorted and mutated by the elves' betrayal, and the continuous resentment entered Imrik's heart again. , these resentments will unscrupulously destroy Prince Long's soul, and finally become a lunatic who only wants to spread resentment to the world.

Knowing that it can't go on like this, his own will is simply incomparable to these thousands of years of life, and when the black scales are about to cover the whole body, he blows the dragon's horn again.

With the exhaustion of physical strength, the black scales began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye, and only a few residual traces of those memories remained.

The Dragon Prince was finally able to take a closer look at the surrounding environment, the streamer of the rainbow began to disappear, it should be about to arrive at the Dragon Rest Temple.

A huge hollow in the mountain appeared in front of my eyes. The top of the hollow was covered with [-]-meter-long stalactites, emitting a faint blue light, blurring the surrounding environment.

The huge stone temple is located in the center of the hollow, which looks very rough, obviously not Asur's artistic style.

And in front of the palace, a giant black dragon twice as big as Minasnir was lying on the open space. Unlike the black dragon's purple-black color with evil hues, this dragon's black was Can absorb any color, just think its color is black.

The black dragon sensed the movement above, but in Imrik's imagination, it would choose to greet it differently. Instead, it got up, stretched its huge body, raised its head and roared at itself.

After the Dragon Prince heard the roar, his eyes became dull. He wanted to raise the hand holding the dragon horn, but only a few fingers could barely move, as if his soul had been pulled out, and he froze on Minasnil's back. .

Minasnir quickly flew in front of the black dragon, his body tensed and he made an attack posture, and a deep roar began to appear in his throat, obviously very angry, "You shouldn't do this, he has already passed Tested."

But the black dragon just folded its wings, and then lay down again, looking very flat, without any reaction to Minasnil's movements, "But this is his trial! Wait patiently, you and your father As impatient, Minasnil."

(End of this chapter)