MTL - Red Dragon Roar-~ Side Story 1 Dreaming of Returning to Southern Xinjiang

[Solemn reminder: This is the plot of "Legend of the Red Dragon", you may not watch it after watching it. 】

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The hot and red magma kept boiling and tumbling with bubbles, and one of the crimson eggs floated up and down, whirling.

The dragon egg is as big as a water tank, and the surface is covered with snake scale-like patterns. It glows red, and the inside is constantly rhythmic like a heartbeat.

And at this moment, the eggshell cracked.

A young red dragon slowly crawled out of it. Its wing bones were still quite soft, and the surface of its body was covered with bright red scales, which was smooth and smooth.

It opened its eyes and looked at this strange world carefully, and a memory suddenly flooded into its mind.

-In a dragon's nest in the Flame Mountains, a young red dragon and a young silver dragon run away together.

They first made their home in a barren Gobi, and the young dragons grew rapidly, conquering the wilderness in less than a year, followed by the wider forest.

It has countless monster family members under its command. It trampled the enemy under its feet and conquered one area after another. The red dragon became the well-deserved king of dragons.

The little dragonfly looked at the scene in memory and gradually became fascinated.

The scene turns sharply.

The mighty red dragon is entrenched in the crater, its dragon wings cover the sky, and below, is its army.

The sunset glow should have made the sky scarlet as blood, and a dazzling golden line suddenly appeared in the northern sky.

A large group of giant dragons with metallic luster led their retinues towards the forest, and the Red Dragon King roared and bravely greeted them.

Good and evil are fighting against each other in the sky, and the monsters on the surface are also fighting together.

The red dragon is so powerful, its wings are sprayed with light, it uses its tail to sweep away the metal dragon, and it uses its dragon claws to easily smash a rushing metal dragon. Its tough dragon scales block the metal dragon. His breath and magic, and then under the gaze of countless giant dragons, he opened his mouth.

The fangs flickered with cold light, and the clusters of bone spurs on the back were shining one after another, extending from the tip of the tail to the back.

In the next second, the dazzling white light that could melt everything suddenly spewed out of the big mouth of the red dragon, and the thick beam of light extended to the sky.

The dragon was bleeding, the dragon corpse fell from the sky, and the scarlet blood-like sky finally became clearer.

The power of the red dragon dazzled the young dragon, and it let out a high-pitched roar.

At this moment, the picture suddenly turned again, and the little dragon pouted in dissatisfaction.

It also wanted to watch the mighty red dragon fight again.

But immediately it was attracted by another figure.

In front of her was a giant dragon with a whole body as bright as a star diamond. She carefully held a crimson dragon egg in her claws, and her eyes were full of love and pity.

"My child," she said.

She looked back at the red dragon fighting in the sky, gently rubbing the dragon eggs with the fins of the soft jaws.

"Your father is the most powerful true dragon in this world, he conquered the **, the underdark, the north, and the entire continent. Even the gods above the sky would not dare to appear in front of him. "

Yinlong stretched out his tongue and licked the dragon egg gently, she continued.

"He is the king of dragons and the master of the plane, and you are destined to become the king of this vast area."

The gate of Hell Castle was smashed open by the retinue of the metal dragon. Although the defending Red Dragon clan was brave and invincible, there were too many enemies, and the monsters rushed in.

The little dragonfly saw a gnoll with a tentacle on its right arm smashing out of the monster pile and walking towards the mother dragon. It only had half an ear and was covered in blood, the blood of the enemy.

"Mistress, there are too many enemies, you need to get out of here with your Highness."

The mother dragon didn't give it a second look, and still rubbed the dragon egg with her claws.

"My child, did you see it? The enemy is coming in, are you afraid?"

She giggled before she could finish speaking.

"How could the future dragon king be afraid of these worms? Mom will kill you."

The dragon raised its upper body slightly, she carefully protected the dragon egg with her wings, opened her mouth and spit out the breath of the dragon at the enemy who rushed over.

The icy cold air froze the monsters into ice sculptures, shattered them, and fell into the boiling magma below.

"My child, your father and I are leaving. The self-proclaimed good metal dragon can't tolerate our existence, and the gods of the good and neutral camps are also beguiling their followers to wield butcher knives at us."

As if thinking of something, the mother dragon's eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Fortunately, your father is strong enough, and he has failed the enemy's plans time and time again."

She sighed.

"But we have to keep you here this time."

The little dragonfly's eyes were full of doubts.

"We are not tolerated by the true God! We even kill our blood!"

The mother dragon raised her head and glanced at another metal dragon falling in midair. The dragon's blood stained the sky red, and the red dragon was as strong and invincible as ever.

"These reptiles are just scoundrels to die. The road ahead is dangerous. There are gods waiting for us. Taking you will put you in danger. My child, please forgive mother."

The beautiful dragon looked at the red dragon and let out a low growl.

"Hey, big stupid dragon, do you have anything to say to our children?"

The red dragon tore off the wings of an ancient golden dragon with his sharp claws. He was bathed in the blood of the golden dragon, and he used a grapple to smash the golden dragon to the ground from a high altitude, smashing it into pieces.

His eyes passed through the forest, looked at Huangyangang, looked at the Winter Mountains, penetrated the thick fog of the undead realm, and looked at the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the last time he looked back, his eyes focused on a piece of scorched earth in the north.

Now only ** this piece of paradise remains.

The red dragon's laughter came from far in the sky.

"My child, do you see it? This is what your father has built for you! I am the natural disaster of the flames, the king of monsters, the leader of monsters, the killer of Titans, the ruler of the red dragon, the guardian of the plane, and you are my child. !"

The dragon wings of the red dragon spewed out flames, and the huge ramming horn on the nose bone penetrated the heart of a metal dragon, and he roared in anger!

"When you are born, the whole world will sing your name, inherit the name of Lao Tzu, you are destined to be the uncrowned king of the world!"

The little dragonfly slapped the dragon's wings vigorously and let out a tender roar.

The dragon laughed happily, but then cried when he laughed.

"Did you hear me, my child, your father said that you are the uncrowned king of the ****, don't embarrass him. Guard our home and wait for us to come back."

The mother dragon let out a low cry, and she flew into the bottom of the magma, found the molten heart, and carefully placed the red dragon egg beside it.

"My Child, Ellen Irelia Eze Dumbledore Sol Targaryen"

"Remember, Mom and Dad love you."

The boiling magma poured into the eggshell, and the baby dragonfly was engulfed by the magma.

It took a few breaths before it spread its wings, like a chicken floating from the lava.

It frowned, looking a little angry, and then vented its anger on the eggshell in front of it.

The little dragonfly chewed on the eggshell and felt dry after eating two bites, so he lowered his head and sucked the lava.

A few minutes later, it was lying on its back in the boiling lava, feeling its belly and burping.

The inheritance memory of blood makes it know his own life experience.

It is a dragon, a true dragon, the son of the great king of the flesh.

The little dragonfly looked up at the crater that was spewing thick smoke, the setting sun was like blood, and it was lonely and bleak.

It thought about the parents it had seen in memory, and was about to stretch its neck to let out an unwilling neigh. Suddenly, it looked at the surrounding ruins, and a fierce man plunged into the magma and disappeared.

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Three days later, a dragon head suddenly appeared in the boiling magma.

The two tiny dragon horns on its head have just grown into bulges, and they don't look like a real dragon, but rather cute.

It was woken up by starvation, the nutrition of the eggshell was not enough for it to continue to sleep, and it had to find something to eat in order to live.

But the little dragonfly did not fly out rashly, but stayed in the magma to carefully observe everything around it.

Hell Castle is not the same as what I saw in my memory, there are ruins everywhere, and it is lifeless.

Only the relief art carved around the walls still speaks of its original glory.

The little dragonfly didn't know what happened after that day, but it was obviously extremely terrifying.

Parents lost contact.

The **** castle has become like this, and it seems that it has not been taken care of by servants for a long time.

It still remembers that her mother said in her memory, "Even the gods in high places would not dare to come down and appear in front of my father."

So why did it become like this?

Where are its parents now?

The little dragonfly couldn't understand, it was just a little scared.

The parents who are as powerful as themselves have also lost the news inexplicably, and it is the son of the king of ****, will it have also been inexplicably targeted?

After taking a gulp of lava that his father called "Happy Water", the little dragon slapped its mouth.

** is its home, anyway, it has to go out and see.

As for the news from the parents...

The little dragonfly's eyes gradually solidified, it will keep its home, and it will wait for them to come back.

"If they don't come back, I'll look for it!"

But when he thought of the powerful enemies in his memory, the little dragonfly became discouraged.

It babbled across the magma lake, stepped on the corridor carved out of the cliff, and walked up cautiously.

Along the way, there are many rocks and corpses, and the young dragon is in a heavy heart.

It had seen the scene of the war in its memory, the blood of the giant dragon was a small scene, and the ancient dragon was the cannon fodder who came to die.

And it is just a young dragon now, and any powerful ancient dragon is an existence that it must look up to.

Circling up along the corridor, the young dragon saw a lot of shooting ports in the past, and the dragon hunting crossbows made of fine gold and mithril have been eroded by the years.

It seems that a long time has passed since the war.

The dragonfly thought to himself.

knock-

The stairs in front of it suddenly broke with a gap of more than ten meters, and some stone fragments were accidentally kicked down by it and fell into the tumbling magma below.

The little dragonfly was so absorbed in thinking about things just now that it almost fell.

It spread its wings and flew through the gap, continued to walk on the net, and finally stopped in front of a huge platform.

There is a huge palace in front of it, the whole body is made of red volcanic rock, and every stone brick is inlaid with sparkling gems.

The young dragon remembered here, the name of the palace was Onyx.

Its mother was holding a dragon egg in her hand, and spit out a frosty breath at the retinues of countless metal dragons, freezing those damned guys into ice sculptures one by one!

Go to hell!

Chops!

The little dragonfly let out a hoarse cry in his heart.

The rays of light emitted by countless gems gathered in the air, and finally formed a silver dragon with bright crystal light. She was so beautiful.

The little dragonfly looked insane.

It babbled and ran over, trying to hug its mother, but it passed through.

It tilted its head, its tail flapping erratically behind it.

It wonders why this is happening.

So he jumped again, only to fall to the ground.

It got up and stepped on the hard red agate stone slab in anger.

It saw the dragon behind him laughing, so it stopped the childish behavior.

A dark cloud slowly floated above the crater, and the beautiful dragon figure gradually faded away.

The young dragon let out a nervous wailing, but it could only watch its mother leave, but it was helpless.

It sat on the ground and cried, calling its mother's name.

After ten minutes, the dark clouds dissipated.

The gemstones inlaid on the onyx palace re-emerged with a dazzling light and gathered in the air to form the appearance of a mother.

The baby dragon stopped crying, it danced with joy.

It leaned in slowly, squinting and quietly rubbing against her mother's legs.

Although, the mother does not exist.

But she will always be there.

It has seen that this is a constant magic that can make the light converge into the shape of the mother.

The wyrmling seemed to be asleep beside its mother, curled up into a ball, its tail tucked into its belly like a cat, held with two claws, and murmured slightly.

In the dream, the little dragonfly grew up, and its size was almost comparable to that of the king of cockroaches.

When it stood on the ridge of the world and roared to the whole continent.

It sees the parents come back.

In the middle of the night, the little dragon woke up with tears still left in the corners of his eyes.

The entire Hell Fort became dark, only the hot magma below was red~www.novelbuddy.com~ The light and shadow of the giant dragon disappeared long ago, and the little dragon stepped towards the onyx palace.

No matter how dilapidated Hellcastle became, the palace remained intact.

This is the palace of the king of ****, with the blessing of supreme power, it is unbreakable.

He once received the messengers of the gods here, chatted and laughed with the devil archduke, and the lord of **** was his guest.

He also killed gods and demons in a fit of anger here, killing the lords of the upper realm with fear and bowing his head.

The little dragonfly stepped up the stairs, and there were many huge lamp posts on both sides, which were the ever-bright lights.

But even the ever-bright lamp lit with mermaid's tears has long since run out of oil.

The little dragonfly sighed inwardly.

The palace was dark, but the little dragonfly could see it very clearly.

There are relief frescoes carved around the palace, and the dome is inlaid with countless crystal diamonds, which looks like a sea of ​​stars at a glance.

On the high platform is a huge throne, and the little dragonfly stretched out its claws and drew a few strokes, almost hundreds of them could be placed.

Thinking of the majestic red dragon in his memory, the little dragon was once again amazed at his father's huge size.

It strode, its paws touching the floor, and there was a "da-da-da" sound in the darkness.

It looked at the throne that symbolized the king of ****, thinking that his father had said to it that he would inherit his name.

So, the little dragon spread its wings and fluttered, and sat on it...

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ps: I know you have a lot of doubts.

But rest assured, "The Roar" will definitely have a perfect ending.

I will gradually connect the relevant content of the Red Dragon Legend.