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Chapter 251: Chapter 250: The Dragon Egg Chapter 251: Chapter 250: The Dragon Egg Hoo hoo.

The cold wind of the night blew, sharper than during the day, stabbing like steel knives into the gaps of the armor.

But Russell had already become a Phantom Beast Knight, endowed with Prime Breath; to him, such cold blades were merely a bit of chilliness.

Sha, sha, sha…

Walking on the snow, the day’s accumulation had hardened into a sand-like rigidity, producing a fine crunch with each step.

On a few hastily erected ice sculpture watchtowers, Knights stood guard against the cold wind.

In truth, with a Shadowflame Dragon here, no Snow Demon or Snow Ghost would dare come close, and that Snow Giant Da, having fled miles away and lost an arm, would definitely not dare to make a comeback anytime soon—the Torrential Flood Dragon hadn’t left yet!

The night was pitch-black.

Quietly, Russell had already approached the Shadowflame Dragon. Facing the mountain-like colossal beast, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous.

But he wasn’t too nervous, as they say, things shouldn’t happen three times, and he had already faced the Shadowflame Dragon head-on three times. Once when the Shadowflame Dragon descended upon the battlefield, once during the morning stare-down, and once more during the evening oath of vengeance.

Three confrontations, completely dispelling his fear of the Shadowflame Dragon.

Of course, what was more important was that he was here to respond to the invitation of the Shadowflame Dragon, which had asked him to meet in the middle of the night.

The snow vanished abruptly ten meters in front of the Shadowflame Dragon.

It was as if there was a line, on one side the cold, piercing ice, and on the other the dry, warm dirt, with several meters of height difference between the two sides.

It looked as if the Shadowflame Dragon was lying in a shallow pit.

Russell leaped, jumping into the shallow pit.

Simultaneously, the dormant body of the Shadowflame Dragon suddenly revived, magma-like light glowing anew beneath the pitch-black scales. The dragon’s eyes opened, the vertical pupils of the daytime now round once again.

Without the vertical pupils’ indifference yet with the same sharpness.

“I’ve come, Your Highness Shadowflame,” Russell bowed, speaking with neither servility nor arrogance, as a future Dragon Knight would to a Great Dragon.

Gurgle gurgle…

The Shadowflame Dragon did not move, but its mouth had already opened slightly, emitting from deep within its throat a strange, gurgling sound of bubbling magma, each beat directly striking Russell’s mind.

It wasn’t heard through the ears but instead felt as a knocking within his own mind, this Magic Dragon Language.

Whether through the ears or as a knock in the mind, Russell couldn’t understand the Magic Dragon Language, which required long-term study.

Of course.

He had his own translator.

In his left palm, the M-shaped translation mark that had been completely hidden before was now slowly igniting.

Then, he understood the Magic Dragon Language of the Shadowflame Dragon: “Little fellow, you’ve come.”

“Yes, Your Highness Shadowflame, Ice Cream and I have arrived,” Russell responded calmly, despite the wonder, “I’m sorry that Ice Cream cannot appear in person and must have me extend its greetings to you.”

It was during the vow of vengeance, Russell’s third stare-down with the Shadowflame Dragon, that the M-shaped mark in the palm of his hand had heated up.

Despite the Shadowflame Dragon’s declaration not to disturb its sleep to the outside world,

it had already secretly invited Russell and the Little Dream Dragon to a midnight meeting for a chat.

The Little Dream Dragon still chose to hide away, unable to make an appearance.

So, through the M-shaped translation mark, Russell was able to directly communicate with the Shadowflame Dragon, allowing them to converse.

“Ice Cream?” The Shadowflame Dragon’s throat rolled, the Magic Dragon Language gently pulsating, “An interesting name, does it mean to treat Snow Demons as pastries? You two bold little ones, stealing pastries from Shadowflame’s plate.”

“Uh.” Russell could tell that there was no malice in those words, but rather they resembled the scare tactics adults use to tease children.

So he calmly responded, “I only ate a little bit, and besides, it was Snow Demons that we caught ourselves.”

“The entire Shadowflame Grand Duchy, including the endless Snowfield around it, is Shadowflame’s food supply. Shadowflame does not like it when any Great Dragon comes to steal food,” the Shadowflame Dragon said fiercely at first but then suddenly became disheartened, “Eat if you want, Shadowflame has already lost too much to care about this little bit.”

“Your Highness Shadowflame, are you referring to… the Torrential Flood Dragon?”

“The Torrential Flood, nothing but a despicable thief, is currently flaunting its power upon Shadowflame’s volcano, and Shadowflame is very angry.” The Shadowflame Dragon disliked using the first person and always replaced it with its own name.

Russell fell silent.

The law of the jungle applied everywhere: survival of the fittest, the predator preys on the weak.

“What angers Shadowflame the most is that it was supposed to kill Snow Giant Da, but it only took an arm. It plans to come back and steal Shadowflame’s treasure,” the Shadowflame Dragon said angrily, “Shadowflame will never allow such a thing to happen!”

“Uh…” Russell felt he could not interject in the quarrel between Great Dragons.

But the Shadowflame Dragon stared at him and said slowly, “Snow Giant Da will come again; it lurks nearby, spying on everything here.”

“Ah?”

“So I need you, little guy.”

Being needed by a Great Dragon was a supreme honor, but Russell still cautiously asked, “How can I help?”

“Grow!”

“Grow?”

“Grow strong under the protection of Shadowflame, and one day your Ice Cream will descend upon this Snowfield. Then, Ice Cream will need to join hands with Shadowflame to kill Snow Giant Da and take back the hope stolen by the Torrential Flood from Shadowflame!”

It was a reasonable request, and of course, Russell agreed.

As long as the Shadowflame Dragon stopped eyeing him and the Little Dream Dragon, they could mature perfectly.

Besides, the Shadowflame Dragon was willing to offer protection.

After some thought, Russell asked, “May I ask, Your Highness Shadowflame, by ‘hope,’ what do you mean?”

“Hope…” The Shadowflame Dragon’s head lifted slightly as if gazing into the sky, where the clouds had parted and stars twinkled. A soft murmur of Magic Dragon Language emerged from its throat, “The hope to return to the ancient times…”

“The hope to return to the ancient times?” Russell exclaimed in surprise.

But the Shadowflame Dragon did not wish to elaborate further. It extended its left forepaw, which had been pressed under its body, and drew a circle in the ground with one claw.

The next moment.

Russell saw several fine cracks spreading outward from the circle. Beneath those cracks seemed to flow magma.

Releasing searing heat.

The magma gathered within the circle following the cracks, glowing brighter and brighter, yet not to the point of being blinding. Instead, it gradually took the shape of an oval egg.

The egg was as tall as a person.

But soon, the dark-red large egg condensed to the size of a marble. The Shadowflame Dragon flicked it gently with a claw, and it flew into Russell’s hand.

“A Flying Dragon egg, nurtured by Shadowflame’s gathered Dragon Blood. Little guy, take it back, nurture it with the Ice Pellet Pearl. Remember, use the Ice Pellet Pearl, not the Ice Soul Pearl… perhaps in a year, or with more effort, only half a year, and it will hatch,” said the Shadowflame Dragon.

“Ah!” Russell was taken aback, “You mean Bipedal Flying Dragons hatch from eggs? I thought they were born from hot springs.”

“Heh.” The Shadowflame Dragon scoffed at Russell’s ignorance, “The egg is just a seed. It’s the power of the Dragonflame that makes it grow. Go on, little guy. Plant it anywhere in Shadowflame’s basin and it will hatch.”

The Shadowflame Dragon found a comfortable position and lay down again.

The Magic Dragon Language slowly dissipated into the air, “A drop of blood is all it takes to bind it. Whatever kind of Bipedal Flying Dragon you desire it to become, it can become. This is Shadowflame’s welcome gift to you and Ice Cream.”