Evil dragon has a warm heart
Chapter 238 - 238 237 Arrival

Chapter 238: Chapter 237 Arrival Chapter 238: Chapter 237 Arrival Before the cavern front, the command tent stood tall.

Earls, barons, lords, and several provincial governors were within the tent, continually discussing the gains on the battlefield over the past two days.

Russell and a few young knights stood together, basically either sons who were not heirs to their families or the sons of lords—sons who were not heirs needed to serve their families and had to go to battle, and the sons of lords also needed to go to war for military achievements.

This was a small circle.

Undoubtedly, Russell was one of the few individuals at the head of this small circle, subtly basking in their compliments.

“Have you ever seen a great dragon?” a lord’s son asked excitedly in a low voice.

“Yes,” responded the second son of the Swan Baron, Lord Kunsupu Xiangrikui. His brother hadn’t come, but he had followed his father and grandfather into battle. “But back then, the great dragon was still slumbering.”

“Were you afraid when you saw the great dragon?”

“What’s there to be afraid of? As knights, we are apostles of the dragons, and they would not harm us!” Kunsupu arrogantly declared, his handsome features marred slightly by his overly slender eyebrows, which lent him a somewhat sinister air.

“Lord Russell, have you seen a great dragon?” the lord’s son couldn’t help but ask.

Russell answered indifferently, “No.”

“Neither have I.”

“Yes, I know.”

Kunsupu glanced sidelong at the lord’s son and said, “What’s got you so agitated? You’ll naturally see a great dragon soon.”

Another lord’s son chuckled quietly, “To fight alongside a great dragon, my life would be complete!”

“Watched by the great dragon, watched by the great dragon. My mother drones on about it every day, and now, I’m finally going to be watched by a great dragon.”

“Oh come on, the great dragon won’t even spare you a glance.”

“Maybe none of us will catch its eye, as only a select few are seen by the great dragon,” lamented a lord’s son, a characteristic sadness of the minor nobility who see the gaps in class but can do nothing to change it.

The hereditary and untouchable high nobility are the true ruling class of the Shadowflame Duchy.

Russell merely smiled and said nothing, he might not be seen by the Shadowflame Dragon, but the Little Dream Dragon met his gaze every night.

“Report, His Highness Shadowflame arrives!” A messenger from outside brought the latest news.

Count Shard Osklo Willow, seated in the place of honor, stood up at once and declared in a deep, resonant voice, “Gentlemen, accompany me to welcome His Highness Shadowflame!”

Having said this, he strode out of the tent without looking back, his tall figure standing erect on the icy ground, sporting a shaggy beard and disheveled hair, exuding the wild crudeness of a barbarian. Yet, he was only a second-tier high-ranking Mythical Beast Knight, having failed to successfully bond with a dragon.

The Gravel Domain had three dragons, but Earl Osclo had not gained the acknowledgment of any.

Following closely behind Earl Osclo, the high nobles each took their appropriate places, with Mr. Luo Man’s position being relatively in front, beckoning Russell to his side.

To stand behind him.

“Father.”

“Hmm.”

The situation was no longer suitable for conversation, so Mr. Luo Man merely nodded, and the assembly arranged themselves into three front and three rear rows.

Every noble knight gazed upward with anticipation.

Russell was no exception.

Just as his neck began to feel slightly sore, a small black dot suddenly appeared on the horizon, which grew bigger and took on the shape of a flying great dragon, accompanied by a dozen bipedal flying dragons and scores of flying creatures.

Several of the bipedal flying dragons had knights on their backs, but more had none, while most of the flying creatures bore knights.

“Here they come!” someone said.

Then the silhouette of the great dragon grew larger and larger, from a blurry black and red to a clear and distinct appearance.

“Wow!”

Knightly exclamations of wonder already burst forth from around the tent.

For the past twenty-one years, the Shadowflame Dragon had shown itself only rarely, tending to its wounds, leaving many young knights without the chance to behold it.

Russell was among them.

“Ice Cream…” he mused, watching the Shadowflame Dragon’s enormous lava-armored body, a sense of awe filling him, “will there come a day when you can grow this big, this magnificent?”

The M-shaped mark was already hidden deep, and Little Dream Dragon gave no response.

As the Shadowflame Dragon drew closer and began to dive from the sky, Russell could distinctly feel a surging yet loose force, heavy as a thousand jun on his body, causing him to sink.

This force was intangible and insubstantial, seemingly not a physical pressure, but one that originated from the soul.

“Russell, I feel so heavy… It’s terrifying!” Polly’s voice rang out in his mind.

“I feel it too, but, endure it, Polly, this is just the dragon’s majesty emanating from the Great Dragon!” Russell clenched his fists and bore it.

Everything magical within the Shadowflame Grand Duchy, as well as all forces, could essentially be considered to originate from the Shadowflame Dragon. Naturally, the Shadowflame Dragon was seen as a deity for all life, a great being venerated from the heart.

This was dragon’s majesty!

In the supernatural world, the authority of an absolute powerhouse!

Clang!

Earl Osclo flipped up the skirt armor on his legs and knelt on one knee on the ground, followed by everyone else who also knelt on one knee.

Russell hated kneeling the most, but at this moment he had no resistance and just knelt there. The inscrutable dragon’s majesty made it hard for him to breathe, leaving him no chance to consider whether such a gesture of fealty was beneath his dignity.

Thump, thump, the entire Knight Regiment’s encampment, one after another, knelt down on one knee.

The warhorses, Fantasy Beasts, and even those arrogantly untouchable Bipedal Flying Dragons, also involuntarily lay prostrate to the ground under the abyssal dragon’s majesty, offering their veneration to the ruler of this whole warm land.

Hum, hum!

Russell raised his head and felt the Shadowflame Dragon’s wings gently flapping, stirring up a great wind across the whole sky.

He endured the intimidation of the dragon’s majesty and observed the Shadowflame Dragon earnestly—a being both of legend and reality. From the moment he arrived in this world, he’d nearly heard daily blessings of “watched by the Great Dragon.”

The Shadowflame Dragon’s renown was extolled across every domain.

“Hoo!”

At this moment, he finally got a clear look at the Shadowflame Dragon.

Its wingspan was at least two hundred meters, the body length absolutely surpassed one hundred and twenty meters, and as for its weight, that was immeasurable. The overall body shape was similar to a lizard, not appearing particularly bulky, with a neck and tail that were both thick and long.

Its forelimbs were almost as robust as its hindlimbs, suggesting that it could probably run at high speed even on the ground.

Just one dragon head was larger than a building, and each dragon eye was as big as a room.

The narrow dragon mouth was full of massive, sharp teeth, and there was only one pair of horns on the head that grew backwards with a slight curve, somewhat resembling antelope horns.

These features alone might not seem to demonstrate the dragon’s might, but the most magical aspect lay in its scales.

They were thick, black rock-like scales, each uneven and layered together like small mounds. However, between these “hills,” there would occasionally be gaps, the gaps shimmered with a crimson light, like boiling magma.

The belly scales were a lighter color.

But whether on the back or the belly, whether on the head or the tail, whether wings or limbs, all exuded a red glow like magma.

It was as if boundless energy was ready to erupt from beneath the scales.

Boom!

Even before the Shadowflame Dragon descended from the sky, after the onslaught of the dragon’s majesty, Russell felt a burning wave hit his face, as if being scorched in the height of summer.

The once frozen ground melted into sludge in an instant, then was evaporated by the high heat into parched, cracked earth.

Fortunately, the knights were still able to withstand such high temperatures.

Beading sweat appeared on Russell’s forehead as he stared wide-eyed at the Shadowflame Dragon touching down, its immense body sinking downwards.

Like a magma volcano primed to erupt, it crashed onto the earth.

In that moment, the whole earth sank.

What followed was a rumbling like an earthquake, dust flying, the cold season in an instant replaced by a scorching environment.

Once the dust cleared, the Shadowflame Dragon was already squatting on the ground, its sharp claws piercing beneath the surface. It was visible that the ground below where it sat had completely turned to magma, glowing beneath the cracked fissures.

The massive wings folded, the dragon head slightly drooping, the huge dragon eyes revealed an expression that seemed to regard all creatures with indifference.

Silently surveying the knights who were there to welcome it.