Throne of the North.

Chapter 437: Dragon Bone Marrow, the Dragon's Gaze

A group of more than a dozen people had just fallen down the rope when they saw a disheveled figure running towards them from where the light was refracted in the distance.

"Humans? There are actually other people in the North besides us."

They were extremely surprised, but Lawrence was extremely pleasantly surprised. He recognized these people. They had Meyers' badges on them.

"Friends of the Meyers family, I ask for your help."

Hearing the other party calling out the name of the Meyers family, a dozen people recognized the other party and drew their swords to force Lawrence to stop.

"What happened to you when you were standing there?"

There was no need to answer, as the grayish-white goblins behind Lawrence had already rushed out. Although these guys were short, they were incredibly strong, and their physical fitness was no less than that of official knights.

"They can't run away, kill them!"

The knights formed a square and faced the goblins together with Nalorus.

"The ones behind are coming too!"

On another ice road, gray goblins appeared, and their number suddenly reached more than fifty.

"Is it too late to go up now?"

Someone looked at the rope, and it was obviously too late.

"These goblins will not let go of any prey until it is dead. There is no other way except to kill them."

Lawrence was breathing heavily. If he had been defeated, he wouldn't be in such a mess.

"Kill them!"

The knights let out low roars, and Lawrence saw that the long swords in their hands were actually burning with black flames.

"The power of Nightmare Knight's breathing technique."

Lawrence envied and marveled at the Meyers family. Their strength was not only due to the power in the hands of the Grand Duke, but also to each and every one of them.

"But I'm not bad either."

Lawrence can travel alone in the North and is not afraid of large numbers of enemies. This is naturally because he has various blessings given by Ryan, which comprehensively enhances his combat effectiveness.

The goblins roared and charged towards the humans with hoarse growls. The battle was about to break out. On this not-so-wide ice road, the knights held their positions and faced attacks from both sides without losing the upper hand, constantly killing these gray-skinned goblins.

They also suffered casualties, and when the battle was over, six knights fell down.

This made the remaining people look ugly and they stared at Lawrence angrily.

"I'm sorry, but even without me, you will face these monsters sooner or later. They are more terrifying than the goblins we know."

These knights didn't care about this. They surrounded Lawrence in anger. Someone had to be held responsible for the death of their companions, and Lawrence was the best target.

Seeing these people about to take action, Lawrence said quickly:
"Don't you want to know what's down there? The giant dragon in the sky has always been there but doesn't dare to come down. Do you know what it's afraid of?"

"Dragon! There are many dragon corpses down here, as well as the remains of a dragon king."

Lawrence’s words shocked all the knights. The dragon died here?
One dragon is scary enough, but what about so many?

"Are you sure it's a giant dragon and not some other sub-dragon species?"

"I am sure that there was a dragon grave in the Northern Wind Province before. I have seen it, but the dragons here are completely different from them."

Half an hour later, the knights forgot to breathe as they looked at the frozen skeletons of the dragons in front of them.

"So many dragons died here. There must be something terrible here. It's not something we can handle."

"Go back and tell Master Chrysostom."

A group of people retreated. They were knights, not barbarians, and they knew what kind of power they could not resist.

Lawrence didn't dare to get close easily and could only follow these people.

"Where's the body?"

When they returned to the place where they had just been, these people looked grim. All the corpses left over from the battle had disappeared. If the blood on the ice had not solidified and merged into one with the ice, they would have suspected that they were lost.

"The rope is gone too."

Someone said that the rope they used to come down broke at a high altitude, but this place was at least 20 to 30 meters away from the ground, and the slippery ice surface was not something that could be climbed up with hands.

"What did it do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray goblins rushed out from the shadows around him again. This time there were more of them. The fearless monsters appeared, but the knights had no intention of fighting.

Just now when they were fully manned, they suffered heavy losses when dealing with dozens of goblins. Now there are at least hundreds of goblins, and their numbers are even smaller, so they are definitely no match for them.

"Those who can't run away, we must kill some of them first!"

Lawrence stopped everyone who wanted to escape and leaned his back against the ice wall.

"We must kill some of them to reduce their numbers. Otherwise, we will surely die if they catch up with us."

Lawrence's sword blocked several people, and the rest had to stay with gritted teeth. The ten people leaned against the ice wall and looked nervously at the goblins rushing towards them.

"kill!"

He roared in anger, they had all practiced killing skills, and the wielding of their weapons at this moment perfectly demonstrated the elegance of a knight.

This could not change the outcome of failure. After killing thirty goblins and two more died, a knight rushed directly towards the gap. Seeing him like this, the others naturally would not stop.

"Damn it! There are still too many goblins."

Lawrence was angry, but he had to run for his life.

The goblins behind him kept chasing him relentlessly. Gradually, Lawrence became separated from the others and could only hear their angry roars and desperate screams coming from afar through the gaps.

"Damn it, there's no way I can get rid of it."

Lawrence gritted his teeth, turned around, and wanted to fight the goblins on this narrow road.

"Idiot, this way!"

A voice came from behind him, and Lawrence turned around to see a young man with light blond hair. He should be a noble, more like him than himself.

Lawrence took a few steps back, and then he saw the ice above his head cracking, and countless ice blocks collapsed, blocking the road.

Connie retracted his sword and looked at the sword in Lawrence's hand with some surprise.

"It seems that we all received gifts from the same person."

He didn't say it, and Lawrence fell silent. He naturally recognized the other Frostmourne in Connie's hand.

"Lorenz Xavier."

"Corny Dean."

Half an hour later, when the surroundings were completely safe, Lawrence told Connie about his discovery.

"We are not able to handle this. We need to go back and tell Lord Ryan."

"The corpses of ten dragons, and a dragon king who is just like a human, even he can't handle it."

"I won't go back."

"I must be promoted to Bronze Knight in the North before I can go back. This is the goal I set for myself."

The difference between him and Lawrence is that Connie has a clear purpose and knows what he really wants, and he carries more on his shoulders.

"But we can't even break the ice on the frozen dragon. We'll be finished if some terrible monster comes out." Lawrence said. Their current strength is too weak, and the ice that can freeze the dragon is definitely not ordinary ice.

"There is no need to look for the secret of the dragon's death. We only need to look for useful extraordinary resources."

"The North hides countless precious resources that cannot even be bought with money. This is exactly why we are here. Lord Ryan will not be willing to see you so weak."

"This sword will not accept its master being weak."

Lawrence understood this without Connie saying it. This sword was different, very different. However, he was too weak to feel it now. Only at the moment of killing an enemy, he could vaguely feel that Frostmourne seemed to be breathing faintly.

That kind of breathing is involuntary, just like eating delicious food in ecstasy.

As he ate more and more, Lawrence felt that he seemed to be a little stronger. This did not come from his body, but from his soul.

The Soul Crystal, one of the materials for forging Frostmourne, comes from the Hound God. That extremely aggressive and destructive god is never content, and his power is uniquely cruel.

After hearing what Connie said, Lawrence remained silent but agreed.

In this way, the two of them took a detour and headed deeper into the rift. Although the place was clearly within sight, it took them a whole day and a half to finally reach the foot of the dragon.

"They are bigger than what we see."

"These dragons must have lived for many years before they died."

The two men exclaimed, took out Frostmourne and chopped it down. The crisp sound was the same as they had guessed before, and they could only leave a tiny white mark on the ice.

"What can be here?"

There seemed to be nothing except the huge frozen dragon skeleton in front of them. The two searched the bottom of the rift valley and did not even see a wild grass growing in the ice and snow.

Returning to the feet of the dragon, the two men looked at each other, and the next moment they drew out their swords and slashed at the ice madly.

For humans, Warcraft is a treasure from head to toe. Even its hair is useful, not to mention dragons, which are at the top of the food chain.

Since there is nothing here, the dragon skeleton itself is a huge treasure.

However, gradually, the limbs of both men became numb, and a crack as thick as a fingernail appeared on the ice in front of them, extending less than ten centimeters into the ice.

"How long will this take?"

"It looks like it will work, doesn't it?"

"I just hope that when we succeed, this dragon doesn't wake up and crush us to death."

After a few days, the swords in the hands of the two men finally touched something different.

The moment the sword touched the dragon bone, Lawrence and Connie looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. They felt the silent roar of the sword in their hands, resounding in their souls.

It was excited and felt the soul sealed inside the dragon skeleton.

"wrong!"

Lawrence roared, and pulled Connie's hand to pull out the two swords.

At this moment, in the crack of the ice, the dragon's toe bones turned into a gray-white liquid and flowed out from the gap. Its speed was extremely slow. At the same time, the cracked ice was gradually recovering and was sealing the skeleton again.

One drop, two drops, then more than ten drops of liquid dripped onto the ground. They were still liquid, but they fell to the ground as crisply as gems. When they cut again, the gap that they had spent several days to cut had actually returned to its original state.

The only difference is that one of the dragon's claws is missing a bone.

"Dragon bone marrow. If I remember correctly, this thing should be dragon bone marrow."

"Only living dragons can produce dragon marrow."

Lawrence looked up at the giant dragon that was frozen in ice and only its skeleton remained.

"Do you feel that this dragon seems a little different from before?"

"no the same?"

Connie was also a little nervous.

"You don't want to say it's alive."

How is this possible? There is no necromancer here, and this dragon doesn't look like it has been resurrected by undead magic.

"No, I think its movements are different from before. I don't remember its wings being spread so wide before."

Connie didn't want to go into this topic any further, and said:
"What is the function of dragon bone marrow? Can we use it?"

"Yes, it can. There is nothing more suitable for us than this."

"Have you heard of dragon's blood?"

"When a knight bathes in dragon blood, his vitality and blood surge, and his strength increases dramatically. However, dragon bone marrow is more useful than dragon blood. The most important thing is that it does not violently increase your strength from the outside, but helps the seed of life in the knight's body to give birth to power that belongs entirely to the knight."

"Magicians need this the most. It can make their bodies stronger. Other than that, nobles need it. Dragon bone marrow can help them live a few more years."

"A great noble would be willing to build a pool filled with dragon marrow."

"For us, we have all the resources to become bronze knights."

"That……"

Connie stared at the huge skeleton in front of him with envy and was stopped by Lawrence.

"This place is terrifying. We don't know what kind of powerful life killed so many dragons and sealed them here, even preserving their alive state. The dragons are dead, but their skeletons still think they are still alive."

“Perhaps we are being watched by the gods.”

Lawrence picked up the dragon bone marrow on the ground and placed it in ice.

"These things are enough for us. If the dragon's skeleton is all dragon bone marrow, then we will get more."

"But here..."

Lawrence looked at the huge skeleton, the dragon king with a crown on his head, and felt a little afraid.

"let's go."

A few days later, the two who had successfully broken through the new stage were looking for a way out, and as expected, they were blocked by the goblins again.

"Damn those northern monsters, can we kill them all?"

Lawrence asked, and Connie tapped him on the shoulder, pointing toward the gentle slope leading to the surface.

The moment Lawrence chopped over, his pupils contracted and he was extremely shocked.

Thousands of goblin corpses with gray skin were lying there, and blood was flowing in the holes below to form rivers. It seemed that they were beaten to death by some horrible monster and could not even escape.

No wonder these goblins haven't been looking for them in the past few days in the depths.

"Leave quickly."

"rush out!"

The two men held their breath and wielded their swords to kill the goblins in front of them, not daring to stop at all. But the moment they rushed to the surface, they found that the goblins did not dare to chase them out.

"There's something here that they're afraid of."

"Come on."

The two of them ran non-stop towards the direction of human civilization, and in the hazy wind and snow behind them, a huge pair of wings flashed, and a pair of cold pupils watched the two ants leave.

Finally, the Frost Dragon stared into the depths of the rift and let out an incomprehensible roar.

(End of this chapter)