Chapter 299

The only... Dragon Rider?

Silent Loren, thinking about the meaning behind this sentence.

Seeing the bewilderment of the black haired wizard, Brandon's mouth showed a kind of "sure enough" smile: "I'm afraid you don't know much about the history of the Dragon King family?"

"And how did the once weak ancient Saxophone Kingdom, which used infantry, walls, centaurs, iron cavalry, Byrne knights, and archers of lottel, become the chosen state to command the world in just five or six hundred years?"

"With a little knowledge, vimpal college doesn't have many history books." Loren raised his eyebrows. "My mentor also believes that history is of little use to wizards."

"I see. No wonder..."

The prince, with a smile on his lips, took a deep look at Loren with unknown meaning, walked to the center of the silver hall and pointed to the direction of the due north: "today's saxorians, especially those who were born under the prince of Saxony or the imperial capital Golovin, the so-called 'pure blood' saxorians, like to call themselves' the children of the Dragon King 'and are deeply proud of it!"

"But many of them have long forgotten that it was an almost humiliating Title hundreds of years ago."

"Shame?" asked the dark haired wizard with interest.

"Yes, less than 600 years ago, but imperial scholars preferred to call it the 'last era' of a thousand years ago. At that time, the only thing that deterred the four sides was the Dragon kingdom in the north of the Empire - they were the descendants of the strong northerners and the overseas Yasur elves. This once powerful kingdom also had the tradition of hunting dragons!"

"If you don't bathe in dragon blood, you can't be king - this is an ancient saying handed down by them. Can you imagine? No... it should be said that there are really such a nation and such powerful warriors in the world. Can you hunt giant dragons with a one person high sword and a three meter long javelin with thick arms?"

"The weak, humble and worthless kingdom of sakran was just a servant who provided them with infantry, food and weapons in the era of the roaring dragon."

The prince's smile suddenly added some sarcasm: "the people of the Dragon King? Hey, hey, hey..."

"But they have perished, and there are no survivors left." Loren whispered and took Brandon's words: "there are no survivors of the Dragon kingdom in this world."

"Yes, because the demons are coming."

Brandon nodded and continued with great interest: "the proud dragon Kingdom rejected all external assistance in the face of the enemy and faced the sudden evil gods alone, as well as the army of demons transformed and mutated by them."

"The dragon fire of the Dragon burned the body of the evil god, and the big sword and javelin tore the demon into pieces;

The evil gods always hunt and kill, and the dead soldiers stand up and fight with their companions;

Proud warriors win one victory after another, but fear permeates the North day by day;

Finally, the magic dragon broke its wings and the dragon king died. They knew that the more frightened they were, the stronger the enemy was;

So, the proud dragon Kingdom died under their pride! "

Listening to this nonsense song, but it became very thick "poetry" in the prince's melodious voice, and the expression of the black haired wizard was much dignified.

In the ancient times when words had not yet taken shape, poetry was history, and history was poetry - and the "truth" they were pursuing was hidden in these seemingly absurd "histories".

Brandon dragged a long tone and still had a bright smile on his mouth: "every time I hear this long poem, I can't help but speculate very 'maliciously' that the tragic war was really because they were too proud, or

The rest of the kingdoms, including sakran, are deliberately... Watching them destroyed? "

Lauren's expression was a little sluggish. He didn't expect Brandon to evaluate his ancestors like this.

"What's strange about this? Without the destruction of the Dragon Kingdom, the kingdom of sakran would never be truly independent, and unite the surrounding ancient kingdoms with the threat of the north to achieve an empire that once could only appear in fantasy and dominate the central government."

Brandon still smiled brightly, with some appreciation in his eyes: "rather, my despicable ancestors made a very correct decision and won the throne for the de sallion family."

"And dragons," Lauren shrugged. "Am I right?"

"Yes, there are Dragons - although the war was sacrificed countless, after being seriously weakened by the Dragon Kingdom, those evil gods and their demon army were finally blocked north of jiejie mountain."

Brandon nodded and smiled softly: "The rest is the 'truth' that ordinary people can't see - the last Dragon Queen, brenhild, a seven-year-old girl, was sent to the kingdom of Saxony before the last dragon king died. She married my... Lucky ancestor, along with twelve remaining dragons, and the secret of communicating with the dragon."

"From that day on, the de sallion family has become the 'Dragon King family'."

"According to the 'oath' between the desalion family and the dragon, every generation of desalion can go to Jufeng mountain once, where he can meet the Dragon at least once. If he can be recognized after communication, the dragon will serve him until the day this person dies."

"All my life?" Lauren raised his eyebrows.

"Don't look at these terrible monsters from a human point of view. The dragon has an unimaginable long life, and the longest one so far has lived nearly 500 years!"

Brandon shook his head with a smile: "as far as I know, the dragon and human beings have a completely different concept of time - in most cases, they just blink at them all day!"

"In short, every generation of de sallion will go to Jufeng mountain once, and the situation is slightly different - sometimes six people may be recognized by six dragons at the same time, and sometimes only the eldest son and a last son with the same luck will succeed; in any case, the crown prince of each generation has almost never failed."

"But this time..." Brandon smiled playfully. "I'm the only one."

"Oh?"

Lauren also slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "can you tell me what happened?"

The empty silver hall with only two people has become a lot more subtle.

"At the beginning, it was the same as the tradition of every generation - my dear Royal brother Connor was sent to the Dragon Cave in Jufeng mountain, and I was casually left at the foot of the mountain by the guard. When climbing the mountain, I was almost swallowed by mirasis, that is, my dragon as a rabbit!"

"But ah... I don't know why, it was me who finally became the 'Dragon Rider', not my dear imperial brother."

Brandon's face gradually lost his smile, and the corners of his mouth became colder and colder: "it was just a test, but in the end it turned into something terrible that could arouse the ambition of others."

"They say... Getting the approval of the dragon is the proof of desallion's blood; they say... Some shameful son of the emperor who never obeys must have used some unknown means to disgrace his brother, his future emperor, and want to be loved by his father and emperor in this way..."

"I said... It's all bullshit!"

Lauren smiled.

It is indeed the style of the prince.

"I don't care what others think of me, and I'm not going to live for others... It's too tired and boring. But do you know which is the most chilling and frightening?"

"It's my brother, his royal highness, the future emperor of the Empire. I don't know why... He began to think so."

The two men fell into silence at the same time.

"... can I think so?" Lauren lowered his voice and looked at Brandon. "What you look like now is actually to avoid suspicion?"

"Well... For more than ten years, he pretended to be a fool, wandered around, never made a decent noble friend, and was monitored all the time." Brandon stalled:

"What else can it be for?"

Lauren's face was expressionless. He was about to guess the answer.

But he still wanted to hear from his royal highness.

"And now... I'm getting tired." Brandon smiled and looked at Lauren. "And I think they should start getting tired, too."

"So let's welcome your Majesty's mission!"