Volume 2: The Road to Dragon Feast Chapter 123 Memory
Murphy found himself in darkness, with a deep voice whispering in his ear.
"Run! Adventurers are coming! They bring knives and swords, divine arts and magic. They will peel off your skin, drain your blood, and pluck off every scale of yours."
A subtle feeling of fear made Murphy open his eyes. In front of him was an open valley with countless black dragonflies playing in the valley.
Murphy looked ahead blankly, and found himself floating in the air with a pair of tiny wings fluttering. For a few seconds, he thought he had returned to the past, back to when he was just a young dragon, but he soon found that this was not the case.
"Run, it's an adventurer!" A shrill scream was heard, followed by the sound of flapping wings.
Alandel? This is Alandel's memory. Am I - dreaming? Murphy suddenly came to his senses. He turned around and saw groups of black dragonlets fleeing frantically along the canyon. Groups of adventurers followed behind. Their faces were blurry and unclear, but the weapons in their hands were clearly visible. Bows and lightning were flying all over the sky, and the dragonlets fell from the sky one after another.
Don't run, don't run, fight, fight them!
There was an anxious voice calling out in my heart, it was Alandel's voice.
Alandel tried his best to spray out a fireball, but the fireball shattered on the flame protection barrier. Then countless fireballs shot over, and the result was no exception.
Another rain of arrows came, and more dragon hatchlings fell from the sky.
Run! --Run! Arandel gave up the fight and fled with his companions.
The slaughter continued, and its companions became fewer and fewer, until it rushed into a dark cave with only it, a young dragon, left.
The dying screams of the dragon chick could be heard from outside.
Fear, despair, anger, all kinds of negative emotions intertwined in his heart. At this time, the figure of an adventurer appeared at the entrance of the cave. His figure was pitch black, and the sword in his hand looked like a black silhouette.
At that moment, all that was left in Alandel's heart was despair.
The next second, dragon fire fell from the sky, submerging everything, including the adventurer whose face could not be seen.
When Alandel flew out of the cave, what he saw were charred corpses burning all over the ground, and - a huge figure with wings spread across the sky.
"It's Lord Neltharion!" Alandre thought excitedly.
"It's Deathwing!" Murphy suddenly thought.
The young black dragon looked at the flames still burning around him, and infinite longing arose in his heart. I also want to have that flame, that deadly flame.
The scene changed, and Murphy found himself soaring in the air, flapping his wings vigorously. The ground was covered with flames and thick smoke, magma was flowing on the ground, and fire elemental creatures lived among them.
Arandel slowly descended, searching for the flame it longed for, watching the fire spirits jumping in the lava. They frolicked in the flames, emitting light and heat, just like it and its companions in the past.
A fire spirit absorbed a large amount of fire power and began to evolve. It gradually grew larger and turned into a fire element. Its body was orange-yellow, bright and warm, burning and blazing.
"Can you lend me your fire?"
"Go away, Black Dragon, this is not the place for you."
The fire elemental sprayed flames at him , and the scorching flames burned its skin.
That’s right, it’s this flame, this raging flame!
It was a little happy and a little angry. It just wanted to borrow some fire. It tried to reason with the fire element, but it only gave it more intense fire.
It spewed flames at the fire element, but the fire element was unharmed. It waved its claws, but was burned by the flames.
Alandel slowly retreated , and the fire element pressed forward step by step. Suddenly, a strange creature emerged from the ground, bit the fire element, and sucked it into its body like smoke. The remaining half of the fire element struggled to escape, but it went out after a few steps, leaving only a ball of glowing red crystals.
Alandel looked at the strange creature. It was an ugly monster with a dark body like charcoal. Only a faint flame was burning on its chest. It had a pair of charcoal eyes. "Little black dragon, stupid black dragon, do you want that pure fire? Then you have to plunder them. They won't give you this good thing. Only by plundering can you take it for yourself."
The coal ball monster pointed to the red crystal on the ground and said, "Eat it, blend it into your blood, gather it in your heart, and make your flame purer."
"Like you just did?"
"Like I just did."
Murphy was filled with joy, as he felt that the fire monster in front of him was a good person.
He swallowed the fire element in one gulp. The flames scalded his mouth and tongue, burned his throat, and caused him excruciating pain. The young black dragon rolled on the ground, but gradually, the flames actually became a part of his body. He spewed out flames, and the flames were as hot and fierce as the fire element.
"You're not dead? Interesting, interesting - look, look, what I said, swallow the flames and merge them into one."
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"Run, it's Alandre!"
The fire spirits fled everywhere and jumped into the magma, trying to escape, but Alandar was not afraid of the lava. He fished out the fire spirits from the lava and crushed them one by one, like crushing an ant. The screams of the fire spirits were like the sound of a candle going out, small and imperceptible. Alandar felt that he was playing an interesting game, and he swallowed the essence of fire into his stomach.
Swallowing, swallowing more, Alandel spewed flames. The flame was golden and looked very pure, purer than the flame of the fire element.
Not enough, not enough, need more.
It looked at the coal monster. The flame on the coal monster's chest flickered, and even through the thick charred shell, it still emitted attractive light and heat. There must be more flames there. When it came to its senses, its dragon claws had pierced the monster's body and dug out its heart. It was a ball of fire. The flame was golden with a strange blood red color, beating like a living being.
The coal monster did not curse, but looked at him with eyes like charcoal. "Devour, Alandel. Devour this flame and make it pure. Use your pure flame to return the world to its original state."
Alandel swallowed the fire. He watched the coal monster turn into a pile of black burnt ashes. He felt the intense burning and pain in his heart. He roared and spewed out flames. The color of the flames was pure and white. It was the pure flame of Alandel.
