Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 293 Dragon and Dragon

The dragons’ nest, on top of the mountain.

Thirteen years into the Dragon Calendar, it was already deep winter.

The cold wind gradually rises, rolling up the clouds in the sky.

But the little nest in the cloud where the Floating Cloud Dragon was sleeping was shrouded in mist and fog, and was naturally surrounded by clouds because of the sleeping dragon. However, it isolated it from all the cold air and currents in the sky.

Many of the trees and flowers in the courtyard of the Dragon King Castle had already turned a pale green. The trunk of the World Tree Ovo had already stretched into the sky, but no one could see the huge treetops, as if they already existed in another dimension.

Only the thick and twisted trunk is like the scales of some ancient dragon that have turned gray over the long years, thick and tough.

I don't know which Titan Python it is, but it is coiled on the trunk of the World Tree Ovo. Its huge head with thick dragon horns is lazily resting on a thick trunk.

A long tail hung low in the air, swaying back and forth, teasing the tiny golden Behemoth Achilles under the tree.

Pixie Elf Riven yawned lazily, sitting at the threshold of her acorn-shaped greenhouse built with twin petals, swinging her legs to cheer Achilles on.

After staying up late for several days to play card games with Charlize and the ancestral red dragon, two big dark circles appeared on the fair face of the elf Riven.

Even after catching up on some sleep, the elf Riven still felt her mind was a little sluggish, so she had no choice but to sit here in a daze.

The ancestral red dragon, who was always full of energy and seemed never to get tired, was standing on the wide observation deck on the top floor of the royal castle, gazing into the distance.

The peak ten thousand meters above the ground was high enough for Karon to see the distant coastline.

Watching the waves startling flocks of birds flying by the seashore, Caron seemed to be able to feel the sound of the waves hitting the shore, and the echo of the vastness, desolation and desolation.

This was the scene that the adult silver dragon Chrissy Tiana saw when she reached the top of the mountain.

The massive and majestic Dragon King's Court was expanded as the mountains grew, and many buildings were added around the main body of the castle, but it was quiet at this time.

The ancestral golden dragon Obirash who had been trapped and locked up had long disappeared from the deep and long corridors of the castle. Those loyal warriors were like the storm giants hiding in the corners of the royal court, silent and quiet, standing like rock pillars.

Occasionally, the graceful singing of the elven maids could be heard from the depths of the royal court, like the echo of a distant land or a hazy dream.

A high platform appears in the world, but there is no sight of the waves washing clothes, only of the blue clouds ascending to the sky.

At this moment, only the ancestral red dragon standing on the high platform, looking into the distance, was truly real in the eyes of the silver dragon Chris Tiana.

Silver dragon Chris knew that the arrogance of this ancestral red dragon might be many times greater than that of the ancestral golden dragon who once held the power of arrogance.

However, his expression was different from the ancestral golden dragon and other giant dragons who looked down on all living beings as pigs, dogs, cattle and horses. Instead, he was calm and confident, as if everything was in his hands, and he was arrogant that even if everything was torn down, he could still create a new world.

Silver Dragon Chris also hated this kind of deeply hidden arrogance, but now this feeling of disgust has long since degenerated into an indescribable emotion.

Throbbing, worship, admiration or something else, maybe all of them.

This was not because of the unparalleled beauty of the ancestral red dragon among the true dragons, nor was it because the ancestral red dragon easily crushed the resistance of the adult silver dragon with its unparalleled brutality in the duel.

These are just some of the factors, because this inexplicable emotion, described by humans as love, is often mixed with a variety of different reasons, rather than just one reason that can impress the silver dragon.

Just like the adult silver dragon Chris knows why the order of the Golden Empire is so stable. It is not only because the security of the empire's order is based on the deterrence of dragons and the absolutely powerful military force of the dragon army.

Instead, it is based on the idea that people of every race in the empire can find their own way to survive and find a way out on this land through their own efforts.

This would prevent the golden people, whose diversity is such that it would be a headache for any country or noble, from being left with nowhere to go and starting to challenge the order.

While the lower-class people in other noble lords often used various wild vegetables, tree barks and grass roots as ingredients in their pots, the people of the Golden Empire were able to fill their stomachs every day.

With the lowest food tax in the world of Ekania, all citizens of the empire are free from hunger.

Because of the empire's tax policy, one can even become a wealthy family that the residents of other noble territories dare not even dream of by simply reclaiming land and growing crops with one's own hands.

Although the Empire has begun to introduce a series of restrictive policies to prevent excessive free annexation of private land, and although there are many rumors that the dragons live an extravagant life, no one has really raised the banner of resistance against the dragon's rule, and there are even few voices against the dragon's rule.

Such voices had never even appeared before the bards flooded into the Golden Empire.

This cannot be achieved simply by relying on so-called absolute military force. Relying on the imaginary absolute military suppression while ignoring reality is something that even a country ruled by gods cannot do.

When all living beings are left with nowhere to go, a wave of resistance will erupt, even when facing the power of gods.

Just like Kuvash, who is still nailed to the bottom of Kaserli by the spear of the orc god Gruumsh, and just like Dukagesh, who used magic spaceships to take countless orcs to the desolate universe.

Although this can be considered a dispute between gods, it is ultimately due to some kind of resistance against Gruumsh by the orcs, the people of faith.

In the world of Ekania, not only in the Northern Continent, but also in all the noble kingdoms on the continent, rebellions of slaves and farmers will occur because of this.

The continuous wars between the small nobles were not only driven by the desire to annex each other, but also partly because they transformed the conflicts within the territory into external conflicts, and by the way, consumed some of the population in the territory in order to achieve the purpose of redistributing benefits.

The development of productivity and the continuous reform and progress of production relations are the foundation for the empire's stability to this day.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe this overly formalized term as the human heart and the collective consciousness of the golden people.

It is precisely because of the control of the hearts of the people of gold and the sense of community that the civilization of the Golden Empire has an extremely solid foundation. It is able to look out over the mountains and the seas in this wilderness.

"But now, I have to leave here, leave this civilized place of my dreams," the silver dragon Chris quietly watched the ancestor red dragon.

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and people who look at the scenery look at you upstairs.

The situation and the weather at this moment are similar in nature.

The ancestral red dragon seemed unaware, but the silver dragon Chris suddenly discovered something different.

The red dragon, Kalon Gogmora, stood on a terrace diagonally above the silver dragon Chris, looking far ahead. Although the tall royal court was surrounded by clouds and mist, the silver dragon Chris was a natural master of controlling clouds and mist, and was able to see the figure of the ancestral red dragon.

But why can we observe the eyes of the ancestral red dragon from the lower side?

Eyes like crystal red gems, with dark golden vertical pupils, seemed to be looking directly at himself.

The fair skin on the neck of Silver Dragon Chris suddenly exploded with fine scales, and the blush on her face was also covered by the fine silver scales. "He saw me!"

When the ancestral red dragon on the platform saw the humanoid form of the adult silver dragon Chris, the huge dragon's true body silently changed into a human face that the silver dragon had never seen before - the Lord of Mankind.

In a trance, some details that Silver Dragon Chris had not noticed just now flashed through her mind.

A pair of dragon horns grew out from behind the head of the ancestral red dragon, with patterns of storm and thunder entwined around them.

"Come up!"

Karon Gogmora looked down at the humanoid silver dragon Chris Tiana, and his tone, which sounded like an order, did not make Chris feel any resistance.

Because he was a handsome and heroic man, with sharp eyebrows, eyes like stars, and deep as the abyss. He had a strong and tall body, and his facial features were difficult to describe.

The man stood there, as if he was the ruler of the entire world before him, and the towering royal court under his feet seemed not as majestic as this man.

The true form of the ancestral red dragon is a complex combination of various contradictions. The humanoid form in front of the silver dragon Chris Tiana is the ultimate embodiment of a certain temperament.

So the adult silver dragon responded in a low voice, but did not choose to fly.

She stretched out her slender fingers, and summoned the swirling clouds to transform into layers of climbing stairs, which went up step by step into the sky and landed in front of Karon.

The breeze was blowing, carrying the scent of sandalwood and flowers from some precious wood. The singing of the maids in the castle also became so real at this moment, just like the sound of raindrops falling on a calm lake, knocking on the heart of the silver dragon Chris.

And Kalon Gogmora's gaze was fixed on the heavy hammers pounding outside the door.

Silver Dragon Chris subconsciously shifted her gaze away, pretending to scan the highest point of the castle that she had never been to.

Unlike the nests built by other dragons, the nests of other dragons would be hung with the bones and skulls of various powerful creatures, such as deep-sea magic whales, centipede sea snakes and other powerful monsters as proof of military power and trophies.

But in the room on the top floor of the castle where the Ancestral Red Dragon lived, there were only piles of books and picture books neatly stacked by the maids on the sandalwood shelves on both sides of the wall.

The entire room is covered with thick and soft blankets, there are curtains painted with clouds in the sky, and there is a drawing table in the center of the room, directly opposite the terrace.

The exquisite porcelain vases were filled with flowers picked by the castle maids, and they still smelled of morning dew.

But Karon's simple words broke the Silver Dragon Chris's attempt to conceal herself.

"I have seen most of what you have done in the empire," Karon quietly approached the somewhat nervous Silver Dragon and chuckled, "You have performed very well, Chris. People outside call you the Silver Dragon Valkyrie, but I think the Wisdom Valkyrie is more appropriate."

The strong and majestic body approached, and the scent coming from it was not that of a human, but that of a dragon.

The cold-natured silver dragon does not like the red dragon's irritable and violent lava smell, just like the creatures in the ice and snow land do not like the weather in the hot area.

But the smell of Caron had a special smell like the sun shining on the sea in the morning, making Silver Dragon Chris feel that her cold body was like drinking a glass of hot wine, burning and warm. But when she thought of the purpose and result of her trip, Chris's body became cold again.

She raised her head and faced Kalon's aggressive gaze. Her teeth, like pearls, chattered in a cold voice. "I am very happy to be recognized by the Dragon Emperor, but I am not qualified to stay in this land. Just like the praise of a certain dragon, it may not be sincere. Perhaps my ability is not up to the requirements of the Gogmora dragon group."

Karon looked at the human-shaped silver dragon Chris and his heart moved slightly.

From the perspective of humanoid aesthetics, the humanoid Antatiana and Klenaya are both beauties with unique styles, but even the two naturally outstanding female dragons in the Gogmora dragon group are slightly inferior to Chris's appearance.

Her humanoid form is taller than other female dragons, with long and straight calves, plump and round thighs, and two dragon horns between her hair, making her look like a snow deer in the mountains.

Chris was wearing a tight dress with silver narrow leaves. The narrow silver leaves flowed slightly with the movement of the silver dragon's body with every breath. Through the gaps between the leaves, one could glimpse her soft snow-white skin and figure.

The makeup on the silver dragon's forehead, which looked like the Dragon's Contract engraved by Charon himself, also added a unique charm to her.

The black velvet neckband around Chris's slender white neck and the sparkling ruby in the center of the neckband were the gift that Caron once gave to the silver dragon.

Although she looks like a noble Valkyrie, the silver dragon Chris's constantly flickering eyes are like a little elk.

Then Caron's voice became gentler, no longer in the same tone as before.

"Chris, look into my eyes," Caron stretched out his hand, held the silver dragon Chris's face under her jaw, and said softly, "I know your feelings for the empire, and I also highly recognize your abilities."

"However, your abilities do not necessarily need to be displayed in the empire."

Silver Dragon Chris's eyes lit up, and she looked directly at Karon with a twinkling gaze, "What do you mean?"

Karon retracted his hand in time to avoid any suspicion of accident. He smiled faintly and said, "In you, I see the shining point of the silver dragon race. Although it is easy to be deceived by hypocrisy, at least many silver dragons have the potential to be changed like you."

Karon put his hands down, walked to the drawing table, stood there, tapped the blank drawing paper on the table and said, "The silver dragons of your species have been dyed into another color by fundamentalism, but the empire's ideas and civilization can also dye some silver dragons into another color we want."

"Dragons are born with a long lifespan and are smarter than other races. They should not waste their talents by behaving like wild beasts."

"Dragons should be a race that pursues progress. If so many dragons in the world can gather together, give full play to their talents, and pursue evolution, what results will we achieve?"

Silver dragon Chris watched Karon talking, although in her heart, this was also a display of the ambition of the ancestral red dragon.

In the plane world as numerous as water drops in the vast ocean, or in the star realm, there are many dragon lords, or arrogant dragon kings of various colors.

But there has never been anyone like Charon Gogmora, who wanted to become the Dragon Emperor who rules over all dragons and compare the great glory of the ancient dragon era with the civilized country created by dragons.

This is something that the dragon gods in the kingdom of God cannot do.

The greater the ambition, the greater the ability; perhaps this is the aggressive charm of the ancestral red dragon.

This charm made Chris feel that the voice of the ancestral red dragon was like an auditory hallucination, hazy and distant.

But the words of the ancestral red dragon suddenly awakened the somewhat hazy mind of the silver dragon Chris.

"I don't want those dragons to die in my hands in the future because of their own paranoia and stubbornness." Karon's eyes were as calm as the sea, but his voice was chillingly cold.

"Only with death will they be afraid, scared, reflect, sublimate, and embrace their own wisdom."

Chris's eyes suddenly widened, and she asked with a stammer, "No... not really?"

Kalon shook his head. "Rather than letting these dragons, these creatures, and this world be harvested by the gods before it is destroyed, it is better to let them bloom to their final value in my hands."

"So, Chris, I really want to believe you, but can you be trusted by me?"

Silver Dragon Chris gritted his teeth and thought for a long time before he spoke: "I will not betray my race, Karon, but if it is just to try to change the minds of those metal dragons, I will try my best."

"Very good, that's enough." Caron clapped his hands and chuckled. "But when you go back, you will definitely be criticized and even attacked by them. Maybe even worse."

"Because you have deviated from their fundamentalism and are out of tune with them."

Chris shook her head and said softly, "I don't care. Just like all silver dragons can fight against more powerful evil for their ideals, I can also make sacrifices for this."

Karon shook his head and said gently: "But I don't want you to pay any price."

Chrissy Tiana suddenly felt the scent of the male dragon again, burning in her heart like a prairie fire. Densely packed with fine scales instantly covered her face.

"hehe,"

Caron chuckled softly, but turned his head back, stood at the drawing table, picked up the paintbrush and started painting on the blank paper.

Silver dragon Chris couldn't help but walk to Karon's side and quietly watched this unique dragon doing something unique.

But the lines and traces on the paper are neither like those of ink and wash, nor like those of colored oil paintings, nor like those of rock paintings on the rock walls.

The pattern gradually outlined on the drawing paper is more like a group of shadows, which are gradually born under Caron's brush, twisting and gathering, and gradually outlining the back of a huge dragon.

Chris couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What is this?"

Cuarón concentrated on depicting the shadows and told Chris, "This is the ability I'm trying to acquire based on my thinking about some theories."

"This is based on some old theories of epistemology. Generally speaking, there are two ways to understand things. One is to decompose them downwards, breaking them down into their most basic components."

“Or synthesize upwards, abstracting things into a collection of cognitive functions.”

"Knowing things often requires a comprehensive and unified approach, using two different perspectives and methods at the same time. Of course, due to the inherent structural defects of the creatures in the world and the limitations of knowledge, this simple epistemology is always imperfect."

"There are also some characteristics that can neither be classified as functions nor as basic units, and require other definitions. For example, beauty is something that has no meaning to many species of creatures."

Caron stopped painting, looked into the eyes of Silver Dragon Chris and said, "Maybe you will pass by the scenery I have seen in the future. Of course, the above theory is just a certain methodology of my cognitive ability, and the source of my ability is..."

"In some schools of philosophy, there is a theory that as long as something exists in the world, there will be a model of that thing itself existing in the world."

“It’s like a tree. There must be a model of a standard tree in this world. What we feel is just the projection of that model. We can only ‘try’ to fully feel the projection of this model, but we cannot ‘absolutely’ feel the real model.”

"You mean, the painting you draw is not a painting, but a projection of the model of your existence in this world?" The silver dragon Chris is not a dragon like the white dragon Kamide, so she quickly understood the meaning of Karon's words.

Caron smiled and said, "My paintings are paintings, of course, but they are also a kind of projection of the essence of my understanding of the world."

"call,"

Karon lowered his head and blew out hot air to dry the ink on the scroll. Then he rolled up the scroll and handed it to the silver dragon Chris.

"Be careful, Chris. This is not only my projection, but also a manifestation of some extremely negative and dark thoughts and shadows that exist in me."

"If you don't want others to die in your hands, don't open it and let others see it. Otherwise, it will kill all the creatures it can, except you."

"Is it so dangerous?"

Silver Dragon Chris pursed her wet red lips again and again, but still held this extremely dangerous gift tightly in her arms.

"Thank you, Caron," Chris whispered.

Karon couldn't help but stretched out his finger and tapped the makeup on the silver dragon's forehead. He said gently, "It's not very dangerous. Well, this projection exists based on my personality and consciousness, so if you want to actively use it to kill a fixed target, you need a special magic spell to drive it."

Chris's eyes sparkled like the waves on a spring lake. She asked softly, "What kind of spell is that?"

"Hehe," Caron suddenly let out a strange laugh that particularly ruined the atmosphere. He lowered his voice, as if afraid that the maids in the castle would hear it, and whispered in the ear of the Silver Dragon Chris: "The spell is - Your Majesty, please turn around!"

The warm breath hit the silver dragon's white ears that were like ingots, making the silver dragon Chris feel that her heart was itchy just like her ears.

Then the silver dragon Chris transformed into a true dragon, but held her head high.

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The huge ancestral red dragon's true form appeared. He looked down at the silver dragon Chris and gently kissed the silver dragon on the forehead.

The dragon's dragon contract was quietly established at this moment.

But this is not material, but a dragon contract between the ancestral red dragon Kalon Gogmora and the adult silver dragon Chris Tiana.

The adult silver dragon breathed in the masculine dragon scent of the ancestor red dragon, and its slender neck coiled and rubbed around the Dragon Emperor's strong neck, and suddenly it let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Caron, you can always trust me, unless I am no longer myself!"

The silver dragon Chris gently placed her dragon horn against the majestic chest of the ancestral red dragon and spoke softly.

The voice is as lazy as tenderness, as gentle as flowing water, and the flow of time is beyond words.

(End of this chapter)