Riding on the back of a dragon is not an easy task.
And it is even more difficult to kill a dragon while riding on its back. After all, compared to dragons, human beings have too limited physical strength. If they are dragged in the middle of a fight, it will only be more and more disadvantageous to humans.
But Menachel is not an ordinary person.
The magical physique that can quickly recover physical strength by relying on magic power gives Menachel unlimited possibilities.
And what can be used as a source of magic power when riding on the back of a dragon?
The answer is dragon blood.
He is not used to eating raw meat, but although Menachel feels disgusted with blood, it is not difficult to swallow. How can he pay so much attention at the critical moment of life and death? Therefore, the dragon blood filled with the violent magic of the dragon has become a good supplement for Menachel.
Whenever the dragon's wound is about to heal, Menachel will endure the dizziness and stab the wound with dragon scales to prevent the wound from healing.
It Is precisely because of this that while Menachel's body is assimilated by dragon blood, the dragon also becomes weak because Menachel continues to deepen the wound.
But even so, the battle between man and dragon lasted for three days and three nights. It was not until the morning sun of the fourth day that the dragon's body fell from the sky and finally rang the bell of the end of the battle.
Menachel rolled off the dragon's back. His legs had become a little unfamiliar with walking because he had not touched the ground for a long time. There were bloodstains all over his body, some from the dragon and some from himself – the scales on the dragon's back were sharp and angular, so it was inevitable that there would be some scratches.
He felt a bloating pain in his stomach – although the magic in the blood was perfectly processed by the body, it did make his stomach bloated after drinking it, and now that he relaxed, this bloating made Menachel want to vomit immediately.
But even so, Menachel still managed not to fall down. He maintained the posture of a winner and looked down at the dragon for the first time. He weakly raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a crazy smile. The moment his eyes met the dragon's eyes, his smile was restrained.
"It's not dead yet."
Menachel's pride turned into fear, and he couldn't help but sigh at the dragon's tenacious vitality.
He turned over the dragon's claws and found his improved knight's sword, which was only half of what it was, from the bottom. Fortunately, it was not just the bare hilt.
While watching the dragon to see if it had any last breath, Menachel quickly cleaned the scales around a "dragon claw". When it was almost clean,
Menachel slowly peeled off the dragon's claw. Picking up the dragon's claw that was half a person's height, Menachel limped to the dragon's head, staring at the dragon's gradually dimming eyes, and said: "Now please leave with honor."
- "Human, why are you attacking me? I didn't do anything."
The dragon didn't speak, but Menachel really heard a sound. Deafening, like the roar of a dragon.
"You--?"
Menachel's tone was a little hesitant, but his movements were not slow at all. He raised his claws and pierced the dragon's neck.
The remaining blood In the dragon's body sprayed out, and Menachel had no time to dodge and was sprayed all over.
The sweet and fishy smell filled his nose, and Menachel's urge to vomit, which he had finally calmed down, came back.
Menachel could clearly see the bright light in the dragon's eyes gradually dimming, and the strong magic fluctuations on its body quickly dissipated into the air.
The dragon did not speak, because Menachel was sure that it must be accumulating dragon breath in its mouth, just waiting for Menachel to hesitate for a moment.
"Because you are my test, that's all."
Menachel jumped off the dragon, hesitated for a moment, and then climbed on the dragon again to pull out the dragon claw inserted in the dragon's neck.
This was the last respect that Menachel gave the dragon.
With a rustling sound, one elf after another dressed in green emerged from the bushes.
Menachel looked around and fortunately did not find any elves with weapons – otherwise he might have stopped here.
"Thank you, Sir Knight."
This is the voice of an elf.
"Thank you, Sir Knight."
This is the voice of a group of elves. The voices are dense, old and young, male and female. Menachel's heart was completely relieved. He was already very tired. After three days and three nights of high-intensity aerial battles, even if his body could hold on, his brain had reached its limit.
At this time, Menachel relaxed, and the last taut string was also loosened. His body softened and fell straight forward.
There was peace in his ears, and all he could smell was the fragrance of green grass.
…
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a ceiling that was no longer unfamiliar.
Menachel stared at the familiar pattern for a while, and then he slowly sat up after realizing it.
The pain that had been squeezed for a long time rushed into Menachel's brain, but Menachel still tried to maintain an expressionless demeanor, because there was another person here.
"Are you awake?"
The voice of the leading elf sounded a little unexpected.
"How long have I slept?"
"Not long."
Compared to the last time, Menachel was much more familiar. He stared at the elf in front of him without blinking, fearing that the other party would say something shocking like "not long, just ten years."
"Well, less than a day."
The elf couldn't help but tell the truth when he was stared at.
Menachel breathed a sigh of relief, and then he recalled his great feat of slaying the dragon. The expression on his face gradually collapsed. He wanted to laugh out loud, but soon he was twitching due to the pain all over his body.
But even so, Menachel still refused to lie down. He looked at the elf in front of him and asked the question that he was most concerned about now.
"I'm leaving Utopia next."
"Are you in such a hurry?" The elf didn't mean to keep him. He was stunned for a moment and then showed his usual clean smile: "But that's right, after all, you have completed all the homework that Merlin gave you."
Merlin… that guy?
Menachel looked at the elf in front of him in a daze.
The other party just smiled slyly: "We did encounter some troubles. It's not impossible for us to deal with the little dragon alone, but Merlin asked me to leave everything I can to you. What's more, why do you think it was such a coincidence that I met you at that time?"
Menachel immediately became expressionless. It seems that what Merlin put on the sword at that time was not a fixed anchor point, but a positioning magic.
"As compensation for deceiving you and reward for driving away the dragon. Please let me make a set of weapons for you before leaving… After all, you are not suitable to go out in any sense now."
The elf added: "I'll use the body of the little dragon."
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