【101】Call the gods and call the guards
The first task of the Triwizard Tournament. There are a total of four dragon models in the bag. Each contestant draws one model, and the model the contestant draws is the dragon they will face. All the contestants have to do is face their own dragon after entering the arena, and then get the golden egg from the dragon.
Unlike other contestants who looked pale, Artoria looked very confident. She drew the Hungarian Horntail and saw the pitying looks from others, but she didn't react at all and even had time to run to Harry's side to comfort him.
Hungaryaurus is number 4, the last of all dragons. This also means that Artoria is the last one to appear. She sat in the tent and listened calmly to the passing methods of each contestant outside the tent. Unlike other players who can't hear anything, Artoria is a Heroic Spirit, so she is very clear about the information from the outside world. The choice of the Goblet of Fire was actually the right one. Each of these students was a leader among wizards. Although they were afraid, they all managed to complete their tasks in their own way.
"The next person to appear is Miss Pendragon!"
The surname Pendragon undoubtedly caused another quarrel among the students. Students from other schools whispered to each other whether Pendragon was a descendant of King Arthur, while students at Hogwarts shared their knowledge like gossip.
"The previous three contestants have completed their tasks very well, so what will Miss Pendragon come up with?"
Amidst huge cheers, Artoria opened the tent and walked out. She arrived at the arena, surrounded by well-protected student platforms. She stood at the entrance, and in the center of the arena, among the rugged rocks, the Hungarian trumpet dragon swung its long tail, lying on its back. Leaning over a pile of eggs, Artoria noticed that one of the eggs in the pile was the golden egg she wanted to get.
Artoria raised her head without fear, and Ryuya looked at her with narrowed yellow eyes.
The trumpet-tailed dragon has fine black scales, and its outstretched wings look extremely terrifying.
——But, after all, they are different from the dragons of the past era.
Arturia still remembered the scene when she saw a real dragon for the first time. When the white dragon spread its wings, the entire sky seemed to be enveloped by dragon wings. People were crying and running around in the darkness, but Arturia stood there, looking into the dragon's sharp beast eyes. Bailong's pupils were so big, but when she stood there, they were only as big as a dragon's eye.
That was King Arthur's enemy, the white dragon of Britain, Vortigern the humble king. He united his enemies and turned against Britain.
Even though Arturia and Vortigern confronted each other in the end, and even killed Vortigern with her own hands, she still couldn't forget that beautiful and suffocating dragon.
...Although Vortigern's body is just an old man.
Artoria smiled and walked quickly towards the trumpet dragon. While everyone was stunned, she put the wand into her pocket.
"Miss Pendragon—Miss Pendragon actually put away her wand? What does she want to do? Does she want to use the same method as Mr. Potter?"
Of course Artoria wouldn't use Harry's method.
The trumpet-tailed dragon arched its back angrily at Artoria's contemptuous behavior, twisted around and swung its tail violently. In an instant, the boulders prepared in advance shattered into small pieces, and large amounts of dust rose up. Onlookers screamed and found that Arturia was motionless. They feared that the contestant would usher in her death.
However, when the dust was blown away by the angrily flapping wings of the horn-tailed dragon, everyone discovered that Arturia was standing there unscathed.
The blonde girl stood motionless, her robe still neat, as if the blow from the trumpet dragon could not cause her any harm. She pushed the dragon's sweeping tail with both hands, and her steps didn't even move at all.
The moment she saw the horned dragon trying to move again, Artoria suddenly put her hands together and hugged the horned dragon's tail, and then something shocking happened - she hugged the horned dragon's tail, then bent her knees and exerted strength, He actually dragged the horntail dragon directly!
Arturia twisted her waist and exerted strength, holding the dragon's tail and throwing it over her shoulder, causing the tailed dragon to flip over and fly into the air before being thrown to the ground. This time, the dust was bigger than before, and the trumpet-tailed dragon made a big hole in the ground. The trumpet-tailed dragon rolled unwillingly and wanted to come out to fight again, but Arturia stepped on its tail and ran up. When it reached the dragon's head, she clenched her fist and punched it.
No one saw the moment the girl swung her fist, her fist was wrapped inch by inch in armor, increasing the damage of an ordinary fist by several levels.
The trumpet-tailed dragon howled in pain, clawing at its surroundings with its four claws, and its wings flapped, trying to knock off the human who boldly attacked it. It instinctively felt that there was something in the person who was beating him that made him want to crawl down, but pride and pain made him want to resist.
Arturia stood beside the dragon's head. No matter how hard the horn-tailed dragon struggled, she stood firmly, and her men did not stop, waving their fists to beat the dragon below like raindrops.
All the wizards stared at this scene in a daze, and even the referee stopped live broadcasting.
All the wizards are laughing at the current Pendragon's incompetence in magic, but no one has thought that even King Arthur, who made the name "Pendragon" famous throughout the ages, is not famous for magic.
Hogwarts is built on the edge of a lake, and its motto is "Leave the dragon alone." The reason is that Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts, woke up a baby dragon when he was a child. As a result, the dragon became angry and killed countless people, including Slytherin's mother, and finally Slytherin's. The father killed the dragon while he was sleeping. This shows how terrifying dragons are in the magical world.
Ser Cadogan is most famous for slaying a wyvern. But no matter how beautiful the words are, they cannot deny the fact that Sir Cadogan tried his best to kill the dragon. For countless years, no one has ever been able to block the dragon's attack so easily, or even beat the dragon.
The horn-tailed dragon in front of her was really not strong enough, at least it was too weak for Artoria. She punched many times in succession, watching the struggle of the horntail dragon decrease from big to small, and only stopped when she confirmed that the horntail dragon should be unable to make any more attacks.
And when she stopped, she heard waves coming one after another, which were the heartfelt cries of countless people. She also heard someone screaming goodbye.
"——Pendragon! Artoria Pendragon! Artoria Pendragon ahhh!!!"
Everyone was shouting Artoria's name.
Artoria nodded, and she opened her legs to take away the golden egg. As soon as she took a step, she saw the horn-tailed dragon twitching again.
Even though he knew clearly that he was no match for this human being, Artoria, the dragon still wanted to struggle unwillingly...even if the struggle was an action that looked ridiculous to others.
Because this is the pride of the dragon.
Arturia lowered her head and looked carefully into the dragon's eyes. She suddenly didn't want to take the dragon away and roast it.
Such perseverance is a rare quality among humans. People can be praised by everyone for this, so why can't dragons?
What is the difference between humans and dragons?
At first, Artoria was demanding of herself with "inhuman" goals.
The heart of a dragon beats in her chest, providing her with a large amount of magic. She is the red dragon of Britain and the hope of the people. Therefore, she is bound to be stronger and more patient than anyone else.
The moment she saw the demon dragon Vortigern, amid various emotions such as responsibility and vigilance, Arturia actually felt a bit happy.
That was her brother, the Dragon of Britain. Vortigern is Britain itself. In fact, the one who appears as the island, the island, is the humble king. It can be said that he is the existence closest to Arturia.
The existence of the humble king Vortigern told Artoria many things, but one of them was special and allowed her to hide it alone.
That is, Artoria...is she really a human?
Isn't she... a dragon?
Arturia sometimes felt that she was actually as greedy as a dragon. The dragon does not allow humans to touch its treasure, and neither does Arturia - Britain is her treasure.
...Speaking of which, Firenze also asked her why she returned to Britain?
It should be said, why didn't she return to Britain in the first place?
...Because Britain is no longer hers.
It is no longer the Britain that I am familiar with, it is no longer the Britain that belongs to me. But even so, she couldn't give up her treasure.
Suddenly, Artoria felt as if she understood something, but also understood nothing.
The ground beneath its feet shook violently, and the Horntail Dragon got up again. This time Artoria didn't hit it again, so it got up quickly. The trumpet-tailed dragon opened its mouth, revealing its fishy-smelling mouth, and a roar erupted from its throat that could shatter a person's eardrums.
Arturia took out the wand from her pocket with her backhand.
She didn't know what she was doing at that moment. Artoria raised her wand, pointed it at the Horntail Dragon, and shouted loudly: "——Calling the Gods and the Guardians!!"
Silvery white smoke spurted out from the tip of the wand and instantly merged into a solid form. Like a ball that pops up and stretches, limbs and even wings appear again——
That's a dragon.
It was a silver-white dragon that was much taller than the Horntail Dragon.
The dragon spread its wings, blocking the audience's view. It looked at the horntail dragon coldly with the same silver eyes, and the horntail dragon's movements stopped abruptly.
The dragon's body was still connected to the tip of the wand. Artoria looked up at the dragon. Even though the dragon looked extremely similar to Vortigern, Artoria could still clearly tell that it was not Vortigern. .
That is the red dragon of Britain, her true heart.
Arturia and the silver dragon looked at each other, and beside them, the trumpet-tailed dragon was lying on the ground quietly, as if surrendering.
