The people around him obviously saw Xia Ya's sudden appearance and were a little surprised.
"That's my clone." Xia Ya said.
These assassins suddenly realized, and they looked at Char who was fighting with the giant dragon not far away.
Just, can a clone fight that giant dragon back and forth?
They obviously misunderstood something. In fact, the person beside them was the clone.
"What did you mean by what you just said?" Hei Lang couldn't help but ask.
"I mean, are you interested in killing this dragon with your own hands?" Xia Ya said with interest.
Heilang turned his head to look at the giant dragon, feeling the hurricane caused by the flapping of its wings. He swallowed and shook his head.
"Although I really want to, I am self-aware. To it, I am no different than an ant."
"No, you can actually do it." Char murmured in a low voice, "In this era, all mysteries are weakening, and the power of the Nibelung Ring is naturally not as good as in the past.
This dragon is actually much worse than the Fafnir from the past. "
"Have you seen the real Fafnir?" Cage asked from one side.
"I haven't seen it, but I have seen other dragons." Xia Ya said, "Real dragons are not so weak."
Of course, Char has never seen a dragon, but Merlin has, and after inheriting his knowledge, he naturally has this part of the memory.
Cage nodded, but then he smiled bitterly and said, "Even if he is not as good as the real dragon now, I am not his opponent."
Xia Ya raised his hand and pointed to the place not far away from the treasure, which was covered by countless vines and plant roots.
Heilang and the assassins around him looked in the direction he pointed.
If you look carefully, you can find a very exquisite sword hilt exposed.
Along the hilt, you can see the blade of the sword through the gaps in the vine roots. Even after so many years and staying in such a humid place, the blade of the sword looks very sharp.
"That is."
Cage seemed to realize something and muttered absently.
"The Sword in the Tree - Gulam?"
The Gorum is Siegfried's sword.
Legend has it that a stranger broke into the wedding party of Siegfried's father, Sigmund's sister, Sigourney.
Odin disguised himself as a beggar, stuck a sword into the living tree Barnstokk and said "Whoever pulls this sword out of the tree trunk will receive this gift, and he will find that he has never held a better sword than this." "
"Everyone failed, and Sigmund finally pulled out the sword. Signey's husband Sigurd was jealous of this and wanted to buy the sword. Sigmund was willing to pay three times more gold than the sword, but Sigmund was willing to pay three times more gold than the sword. Germund refused and humiliated him.
After a series of events, Sigmund became dissatisfied with Frigga because of incest with his sister Signey, and ordered Odin to break the sword.
Odin transformed into a human and broke the sword in a battle, indirectly causing Sigmund's death.
He asked the Valkyrie to take his soul into the Hall of Valor.
Before his death, Siegmund predicted to his wife that his son Siegfried would recast the sword again.
Later, Siegfried, who was raised by dwarves, successfully recast Gulam with the help of his adoptive father, and used this sword to kill the evil dragon Fafnir.
“After Siegfried was killed by Hagen, his treasures were taken by Hagen, including this sword.
Like this treasure, it was buried here and rested forever. "
Xia Ya's eyes flashed with unknown meaning, "It originally had the sharpness to break through dragon scales, and it is a rare sword.
And after actually killing the dragon, it will do even greater damage to the dragon species.
Pull out that sword and you'll have the capital to slay the dragon.
How about it?
Interested in becoming a Dragon Slayer?
Becoming a dragon slayer in such an era of law-ending, you will definitely become a legend of this era. "
There was an inexplicable temptation in Xia Ya's words.
In other words, in the West, just the three words "dragon slayer" have great appeal to anyone with a heroic plot in this era.
However, Heilang's expression did not change.
He took a deep breath and said, "Since I chose to remain anonymous and become an assassin, I no longer care about the so-called reputation.
What I care about is the rest. "
There was a gleam in his eyes.
"Teacher, are what you just said true?
About his crimes. "
"I rarely lie." Xia Ya said.
"I see."
Hei Lang looked not far away, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.
He looked at Gulam who was not far away. Suddenly, he lowered his shoulders and took off. His whole body rushed towards Gulam at an astonishing speed.
Zara, who was fighting with Char, obviously would not ignore this situation.
His eyes followed the direction in which Heilang ran, and he soon discovered Gulam's presence.
He has been looking for the Nibelungen treasure for so many years, and has read almost all versions of the Nibelungenlied legend.
How could he not know what the mysterious sword that appeared in this treasure was?
His eyes instantly showed strong murderous intent.
He flapped his dragon wings, quickly left the battlefield, and rushed towards Heilang like a cannonball, setting off a hurricane that raged crazily in the space.
The dragon body arrived behind Heilang almost in the blink of an eye.
The huge dragon claw that could easily split Heilang in two was only a few meters away from Heilang!
But when he was about to meet Heilang, his body suddenly stagnated as if it was controlled by something.
At this moment, Heilang's hand touched the hilt of the sword.
At that moment, the hilt of the sword burst into light, and the world changed.
He felt that he had entered a strange world.
It was an unknown deep forest, surrounded by hundreds of years old trees, tall, thick, lush, with the chirping of birds, beasts and insects.
In front of him, an extremely huge dragon attracted special attention. It was very similar to the dragon Zara transformed into, but it was more than ten times bigger.
But at this moment, this giant dragon has completely lost its life.
A huge incision had been opened on his chest, and blood was pouring out from the incision.
But just such a corpse made Heilang feel more terrifying than the dragon Zara had transformed into.
The faint dragon power exuding from its body made his nerves slightly tense, his hair stood on end, and almost all the organs in his body were warning him that danger was close at hand.
It's an instinctive fear of those at the top of the food chain.
It was hard for him to imagine what kind of existence could kill such a giant dragon.
In front of the giant dragon, there was a man with his upper body naked, bathed in the dragon's blood, and holding a huge sword in his right hand.
The sword's hilt was black and Lang had seen it before. It was the dragon-slaying sword in the treasure house - Gulam.
Hei Lang seemed to realize who the man in front of him was and opened his eyes slightly.
"I never expected that after so many years, I would see the descendants of my old friend."
He turned his back to Heilang and spoke slowly.
"Tell me, young man, what is the reason for you to draw your sword?"
"The reason for drawing the sword?" Hei Lang frowned slightly.
"That's what you fight for," he said.
"I want to kill a person, or rather, a dragon. He used the power of the Ring of Andrew Lanot to transform into a dragon similar to the one you killed." Heilang answered without hesitation.
But what surprised Heilang was that the man shook his head.
"That's not why you fight."
"No?" Hei Lang was a little confused.
"You wanted to kill him, but why?
Have you ever thought about this?
You can't draw the Gulam without a reason to draw the sword. "
Hei Langgang opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the words stopped when he reached his mouth.
He fell into a long silence.
"Is it difficult to answer?" the man asked.
"I originally wanted to answer you out of revenge.
He was the driving force behind the execution of my entire family on trumped-up charges by local nobles.
But I couldn't say the words. "
Hei Lang lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.
"Most of my hatred had actually disappeared when the hidden sword pierced the noble's chest.
Although he was the instigator, I knew it would be the same with or without them.
The Marquis of Os has long coveted my factory, and it was only a matter of time before he took action against us. "
After a pause, he took a deep breath.
"I have a daughter who is over seven years old this year, but she is not my biological daughter.
Her mother was falsely accused of being a witch, tied to a wooden frame and burned at the stake.
Do you know about burning at the stake?
That should be one of the most cruel criminal laws in the world.
Human skin is not easy to burn, so people who are roasted by fire will not die immediately, but will only be slowly heated by high temperature, and finally reach a certain zero point of nature.
During this process, the person's consciousness was extremely clear, and he could only moan and struggle in pain.
Until the flames consume their pain, their resentment, their meager and insignificant lives.”
Kuron took a deep, trembling breath.
“However, she was not the only one falsely accused of being a witch.
They did nothing wrong at all, and some were even very kind and often helped those in need.
But these people have become the outlet for those ignorant people and the excuse for those shameless careerists.
They were inexplicably sent to the stakes and suffered torture they should not have endured.
And the person I want to kill is one of the driving forces behind this incident.
However, this is not the reason for my fight.
In other words, it's not the main reason.
I know that a war never starts because of one person's will.
The same goes for this wave of hunting witches.
The torrent of human history is like a turbulent river, flowing endlessly. Compared with the will of mankind, one person's will is like the waves rolling on the river, unable to change anything.
He was one of the movers, but by no means the only one.
He is not the only person I want to kill.
I want to kill him."
Hei Lang raised his head, his eyes sparkling with light.
"It's this time."
(End of chapter)
