Chapter Four, Three and Five: The Twistful Communication: Angels and Dragons
() "Mourning Saint...the last surviving dragon knight, here I come."
Looking at the golden dragon knight who made a brilliant appearance, Felicia led Artoria in a slight bow, and then stopped moving.
"Welcome, compatriots from far away"
The Golden Dragon Knight smiled, not minding Felicia's almost glaring behavior at all. He looked at the two of them with deep love in his eyes, and the warmth seemed to melt them into those far-reaching eyes.
"You can call me Oramis. First of all, I want to thank you for saving the unfortunate little Arya from the ghost."
"So you already knew,"
Islanchadi on the side suddenly murmured in a low voice, with a hurt expression on his face, which turned into thunderous anger in the blink of an eye.
"You knew the whereabouts of Arya but didn't tell me? Why did you lie to me, Setug?"
Oramis looked away from Artoria's eyes and looked at the queen.
"I didn't say it because it's unknown whether Alia can come here alive. Durcha in Kiri City is a powerful enemy. I don't want to give you a fragile hope that may be shattered at any time."
As soon as Islanchadi turned around, the cloak made of swan feathers flew like wings.
"But you have the right to hide this news from me! I can send warriors to rescue my daughter, even if the enemy is a ghost!"
Oramis shook his head and smiled sadly.
"I have hidden nothing from you, Islanchadi, except what you do not wish to see. If you divine it—and it is your duty—you will know the true nature of the chaos that is sweeping Alagasia,
You will understand the truth about Alia. Maybe you have forgotten the Volton and the dwarves in your mourning. This is understandable, but what about Bloom? Will, where about Alpha Ken? jng The last friends of the Eldar
What? You turn a blind eye to the whole world, Islanchadi, you are useless on the throne. I dare not let you go further with another loss. And the rash dispatch of the army will only incur the thunderous blow of Gabbadocles
, we cannot afford another loss.”
Islanchadi's anger disappeared, but her face was pale and her shoulders were slightly heavy.
"I have fallen to this."
When the queen was muttering to herself, Felicia felt a hot and moist wave of air coming towards her face. The golden dragon lowered its head and looked at them with its twinkling eyes.
"Nice to meet you, powerful elf, my name is Gredo."
The rumbling sound resounded in the minds of the two of them, like the roar of an avalanche in the mountains. The golden dragon's spiritual power was extremely powerful.
Seeing that Felicia had no intention of replying, Gerard suddenly felt a little amused. He twisted his huge head and turned to Artoria beside him, and sniffed.
"It's really strange, you have the breath of a dragon, but you have the appearance of a human," said Gerald, "but I can be sure that you have a real heart of a dragon."
While Gredo and Arturia were communicating here, an elf who followed the queen asked Oramis a pointed question.
"You gave us a big surprise, knight. We never thought that there would be dragon knights alive before, but I still want to ask a question: Why have you been hiding all these years? Everyone needs you desperately. There is no knight.
We are no match for Galbadorix."
"Alas," Oramis's serious light dimmed a little, and he sighed longly, "There are countless tragedies in the world, and one of the greatest ones is the inability to help people in pain. I can't risk walking out of this refuge, because
If I die before one of the dragon eggs in Galbadorix's hand hatches, no one will be able to pass on our secrets to the rising knights, and it will be even more difficult to defeat Galbadorix."
"Is this your reason?" This elf should belong to the radical war-seeking faction. He blurted out directly, "This is a coward's excuse! Maybe the dragon egg will never hatch!"
Everyone was as silent as death. Only a faint roar could be heard from Gredo's teeth, but Oramis did not get angry. He waved his hands at everyone.
"I'm sorry, because your question makes a lot of sense. But Gerald and I are no longer able to fight. Gerald is disabled, and I," he pointed to the side of his head, "I am also disabled. During the arrest,
The Renegades had wreaked some havoc within me. I could still teach and learn magic, but I had no control over it, except for the simplest spells. The ability was gone from me, no matter how hard I tried. On the battlefield, I was better than
It's even worse if you use it, you will become a weakling, a burden, someone who can be used against you. So for the sake of everyone, I stay far away from Galbadorix's sphere of influence, although I am more eager to fight with you.
He faced him face to face."
"Forgive me." The elf looked remorseful and seemed to be greatly shocked.
"It's nothing." Oramis waved his hand, and then turned to look at Felicia, who had been silent for a while.
"Great legend, you must have something important to look for me in, but this is not the place to talk. Are you willing to follow me to a suitable place?"
"My pleasure," Felicia nodded, saluted again, and then gestured to Artoria beside her with her eyes.
[Summoning angels, it is still necessary to show your strength at this time.]
After clearly receiving the idea conveyed by Felicia, the King of Knights took a deep breath and mentally called the Archangel in the space.
Along with the holy light falling from the sky, the giant of light appeared in the rippled void, and when Artoria merged into her chest, the red dragon shadow formed due to the throbbing blood once again appeared as expected.
Appeared.
If the sudden appearance of the forty-meter-tall archangel shocked Islanchadi and the others, then the phantom of the red dragon made them completely speechless.
Although they had seen the appearance of the archangel in a telescope, the shock when they saw it officially was completely indescribable. It was only when they were looked down upon by this god-like existence that they truly felt the insignificance of their own existence.
When the red dragon phantom, which was bigger than the archangel, appeared, they seemed to feel their blood boiling. Although the archangel was mighty and majestic, the most powerful ones in their deep-rooted impression were the giant dragon and the dragon knight.
The phantom of the red dragon, which was hundreds of meters long, and the pressure that was almost solidified really awakened the memory in their hearts, making them couldn't help but scream out in surprise.
"What a big guy. Maybe this is the reason why she didn't transform into a dragon. Normally, she can't afford the huge energy to maintain such a huge body."
Oramis was also shocked. The size of the golden dragon Geredo was already huge, more than 40 meters long, but when he was next to the archangel, it was like a human and a big dog standing together, and that was bigger than the archangel.
The huge red dragon shadow completely overshadowed Gredo's majesty.
"I think I'm ready, can I lead the way?"
When all the elves and a golden dragon were stunned, Felicia had already nimbly climbed up along the skirt of the half-kneeling archangel, and jumped onto the archangel's shoulders in a few leaps.
, and then she playfully reminded everyone who seemed to be petrified.
"Of course, of course."
Oramis looked up at Felicia, who was standing on the shoulders of the archangel, looking down at them, and answered her question, and then his eyes fell on the queen again.
"Islanchadi, Dorotnin, can you allow us to retire now?"
"Let's go, it's better to go." The queen had already recovered from her surprise. Thinking of all the things before and after, she suddenly felt a little unmotivated.
Seeing the queen's frustrated look, Oramis couldn't help but shook his head and called out in his heart. Gredo knelt down, and the knight quickly climbed up his legs and sat in the saddle on his back.
The fluttering wings tore through the air, and the golden dragon soared from the cliff, hovering in the air, riding the updraft and soaring upward.
The archangel bent her knees and jumped into the air, rising to the same height as Greedo. Then she spread her snow-white wings and hung in the air.
Gredo, who flew in the air first, opened his mouth loudly, as if his jaw was about to drop. He was amazed at the superb flying skills displayed by the archangel. Then thinking of the vast aura of the red dragon's shadow, he sighed with emotion.
He sighed, shook his big head, and flew away in one direction with his wings.
Upon seeing this, the corners of Felicia's mouth turned up in a nice arc, and the Archangel's heart moved as he pleased, and he immediately followed after fluttering his wings.
The two behemoths flew north along the white cliffs for several miles, and along the way they could only hear the sound of the huge wings grazing in the wind.
Although Gerald was disabled, the upper limbs did not affect his flight. The flapping of his wings allowed him to easily maintain a high speed close to Mach 1, and it only took a few breaths of effort to cover several miles.
They landed in another open space on the edge of the cliff. The weathered rock wall was shaken and then collapsed to the ground. A bare path stretched out from the cliff, leading to the door of a naturally formed hut. The hut was built against four tree trunks.
, one of the trees crossed a small stream, and the stream gurgled out from the depths of the forest.
"This is a humble place. Now, let's talk about it."