"Alas..." The Star Dragon Skye moved his slender figure and gently came to the remains of the Silver Dragon Astor, with tears flashing in his eyes.
"Leave it to me..." Star Dragon said painfully. As a close relative of the Silver Dragon Clan, Star Dragon controlled the power of the stars and space. He wanted to seal the Silver Dragon's body and hide it in the void to prevent others from disturbing his sleep...
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Everyone witnessed the enormous dragon power surging out from the bodies of the giant dragons. With the help of the other two dragons, the Star Dragon forcefully tore apart the space in front of it, just like a complete mirror was broken, and a dark and deep space gap sparkling with starlight was opened.
"May your soul rest in the arms of the Dragon God..." As a junior, this was the only thing Sky could do for him. He mobilized his dragon power to lift up the huge corpse of the silver dragon and sent it into the void.
As the corpse sank into the void bit by bit, all the dragons shed tears of sorrow. The silver dragon, known as the space elf, was actually besieged and killed. Everyone couldn't help but feel grieving for the loss of the other dragon.
"Dragon Rider General... what a pity." Roland said with a hint of sadness as he watched all this quietly. Most dragon riders who signed contracts with dragons would share part of the dragon's lifespan. This was one of the important reasons why dragon riders were so rare. After all, unless they were attracted to each other, few dragons would be willing to share their lifespan with other races, even if they lived a long life... and a human dragon rider could definitely suppress the human race's luck for 3,000 years!
"If Dragon Rider General Osbea hadn't died, the Northern Kingdom of Arnor wouldn't have fallen, and Sauron wouldn't have been so arrogant..." Through his interpretation of the silver dragon's memories, Roland keenly discovered a key point: these two brothers had fought their way out of the North! The North is a very dangerous place! Since the fall of the Northern Elf Kingdom and the Dwarf Kingdom, only a few humans, elves, and dwarves have wandered the North. No major kingdoms have ever existed in the entire North. Imagine how vast and arrogant the dark forces of the North are!
"Fate has closely connected us. Perhaps this is his destiny. The highest honor for a knight is to die on the battlefield. Dying of old age in a hospital bed is the most tragic thing. We always sacrifice ourselves at the most dazzling moment, isn't it, Your Highness?" Renault patted Roland's shoulder and looked at him with a smile.
"He died a worthy death! He lived up to his honor! If one day I face a desperate situation, I will fight to the end with my life like him, because what we have to protect is the last glimmer of light of the human race..." Renault smiled easily and freely.
Roland stared at Renault without saying a word. He knew that what Renault said was true. After all, he was the only one who knew the magnificent life of the Northern Governor in the game. He truly did everything he promised - to protect the last glimmer of hope for the human race!
"I believe in the loyalty and bravery of all knights, but I hope they can live to see the rising sun, rather than fall at the last moment of dawn." Roland looked towards the city of Rapids with deep affection. He had been here for nearly half a year, and before he knew it, he had gone from playing a game to truly integrating into this world...
"If one day... Lagran is in danger again, I will be the first to step onto the battlefield like the previous kings. Lagran's sword was born for Lagran's plow. We long to turn swords into plows, but no one can trample on our mutual glory!" Roland said firmly, holding the sword.
"As you wish, my king! The swords of the Holy Knights will clear all obstacles for you!" Renault saluted with his hands on his chest with great humility.
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"Is it over?" Roland said slowly, looking at Caslo with red eyes.
"Well, the Smurfs are working with Lord Radil to backfill the soil. The body of the Silver Dragon ancestor has been locked into the void by the Star Dragon. Barely any accidents will cause him to rest there forever," Kaslo said, a little choked up. After all, this was the first time he had encountered a human dragon rider, a sixth-rank dragon rider commander, and his tragic end left him with a deep well of emotion. For him, Osbaija was his role model, and he would follow in the footsteps of generations of human dragon riders to protect the last glimmer of hope for humanity.
"Don't be so depressed. There is a Balrog waiting for us in Moria. We will go and kill him with the dwarves later!" Roland patted Kaslo's shoulder with a grim smile and comforted him.
Roland knew that Kaslo and his dragon needed someone to vent their anger on. Unfortunately, he just happened to know someone who was not the real one, but at least he was of the same clan... Using the head of a fire demon to calm the anger of his dragon rider was a win for Roland no matter how he thought about it!
If the Balrog sleeping in Moria knew what Roland said, he would probably burst into curses: "You are so powerful! You are so arrogant! You are using my head to surround people!"
"Well! Don't they like hand-to-hand combat? Cardo really likes to be close to them! I will tell him what the dragon knight's virtue is!" Caslo smiled cruelly.
Roland began to imagine the scene in his mind, and he immediately felt very sorry for the poor Balrog. The child could have lived for another 60 years, but until the arrival of the Fellowship of the Ring, he was killed by the melee mage "Gan Doufu". As a result, now... he is estimated to have only a few dozen days left to live.
"Yun Feng, what do you think we should do with these Flame Demon Hearts?" Roland threw five Flame Demon Hearts, which had condensed to the size of a fist, to Yun Feng. After leaving his body, these Flame Demon Hearts instantly condensed to the size of a fist and became crystal clear! Red battle energy flowed inside, like a heart-shaped ruby.
"Although we didn't get the materials from the silver dragon, having these Flame Demon Hearts is pretty good! At least we can make three pieces of epic equipment or above." Yun Feng nodded and began to think about how to use these Flame Demon Hearts to enhance everyone's combat effectiveness.
"Let's make a dragon spear! Kaslo needs a good dragon spear!" Roland said to Yun Feng when he saw that Kaslo was still using the fine golden dragon spear. As for artifacts, Roland could only keep them for himself for the time being. These things were reserved for defending the country and could not be given to others for no reason. Unless Kaslo made great contributions, Roland would give Kaslo the Ten Thousand Dragons Chanting Dragon Spear.
"Okay, but we have to wait for a while. I will try my best to finish it before the expedition..." Yun Feng nodded.
"So long?" Roland asked in surprise.
"Oh my! My dear prince! Do you think the Heart of the Flame Demon is a cabbage? This stuff can be used as an auxiliary material for making artifacts! These things take a long time to process! Fortunately, I am at the sixth level! If it were a fifth level, it would take several months to process!" Yun Feng had a frown on his face. His king didn't know how time-consuming alchemy was if he didn't know how much time was wasted!
"Okay, take your time with your work. I'm just curious for a moment." Looking at the angry Yun Feng, Roland said with a wry smile.
"Your Highness Roland, now that we have finished dealing with the matter here, I will take my leave!" Peter Gro walked over and saluted Roland with his hand on his chest.
"Well, goodbye. Say hello to Iovia from me." Roland nodded.
"I'll take him there, Your Highness." Peter Gro smiled and mounted the dragon's back and soared into the sky.
"Okay, it's done! Let's pack up and go home!" Roland stretched and said lazily.
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