Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 516 Meeting of the True Dragons: The Dragon Clan Does Not Fly
While waiting for advance personnel to contact them, the members of the delegation gathered together, marveling at the spectacular scenery of the ice field and engaging in endless conversation.

With everyone well-fed and warmly clothed, the scenery of the ice field was still spectacular and breathtaking.

The white snow stretched from our feet to the distance, swallowed up by the unseen horizon. Occasionally, a gust of wind would stir up snowflakes, creating a thin, white mist in the low sky that reflected the dappled moonlight.

So lovely!
Dimo huddled with the main leaders of the delegation, listening to their casual conversation.

What do dragons actually look like?

Young Dimo ​​had never seen a dragon, nor had young Jelly.

The slightly older Ronan had also never seen it.

The knight commander seemed to still be in a daze from the high-speed chase.

Among the visiting team, the only one who had ever seen a dragon in person was Angus, who was nearly three hundred years old but was still considered a "young man" among elves.

But he had never seen one alive.

"What I saw was just the corpse of a green dragon; it doesn't count as seeing a real dragon."

Angus lowered his voice slightly, seemingly afraid that there might be ears in the surrounding snow, forcing the high-ranking warriors around him to prick up their ears inside their hoods.

"In the royal warehouse beneath Silvermoon City, there is a room that stores all kinds of creatures. The temperature inside is extremely low because of some kind of array used inside."

“I went with Elder Lilan to move some things once, and I saw that green dragon right away. It was being propped up on many long racks, with most of its scales missing, and the flesh underneath was black, as if it had been roasted over a fire.”

"To be honest, that's not very respectable."

Angus looked up from his reverie, a hint of regret in his voice: "I heard there were other dragons in the warehouse, but I never saw them. Later, Silvermoon City was gone, and I don't know who stole those dragons."

"The dragons have been away from the continent for too long! I guess among us Silvermoon, only a few elders like Iona and Colleen have seen them alive."

A curious tiger clan captain approached, his eyes brimming with undisguised curiosity. "So, what do dragons actually look like?"

Angus spread his arms out in front of him, making a gesture of extending them to their maximum extent.

"Very big, very long..."

"How long exactly?"

"Ten times your length, that's about right."

The Tiger Clan captain is nearly three meters tall, so if these ten are tall, they would be over thirty meters tall.

Angus's voice was a little louder than usual. In another small team nearby, a guard from the Vast Ocean, who had been trained by Dongxia, curled his lip in disdain: "Probably just bragging again."

"How to say?"

When small teams communicate privately, they don't use the communication channel, so as long as they control the volume slightly, they don't have to worry about being overheard.

The communications soldier pointed to his eyes: "My teacher from Dongxia told us that most folk tales are lies. A snake that is a few meters long can become more than ten meters long, weigh hundreds of kilograms, have a head as big as a bucket, and ascend to heaven in broad daylight if it is passed around a few times!"

Seeing is believing!

The other guard nodded: "You're right."

"Why don't you turn around and take a look, and see just how long that thing is?"

The soldiers all turned around in unison. The advance team's flag was in front, and two enormous creatures were behind, rushing towards the main force.

After crossing a snow-covered hill, the thing revealed its full form. The young soldier's pupils dilated suddenly, and he involuntarily blurted out, "Holy crap!"

"Did you learn that from your teacher?"

The advance team arrived with the dragons, and it was clear that these dragons were indeed very large.

Several veterans who had spent years fighting on the battlefield could usually estimate the size, speed and distance of a target just by looking at it and their experience. In the short few seconds it took to see the dragon, they came to their own conclusions.

"More than thirty meters!"

Ronan squinted, spread his fingers in the direction the dragon was coming from, straightened his thumb and bent his index finger to form a U-shape, wedging the dragon at the front of the dragon into the U-shaped groove.

The knight commander stretched his arms back and forth, gesturing a few times, and immediately gave his estimate: "The one in the lead is at least forty meters long, maybe even more. When you see it running, the curve of its back is arched, which means it hasn't fully extended yet."

"If you straighten it out, I estimate it could reach forty-five."

Angus nodded, his gaze fixed on the equally massive figure behind him, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "The one behind that looks a little smaller is also over thirty meters tall, but why does it look so short and stocky? Is it because of those two lumps on its arms?"

"No, it's just thicker than the one in front!"

Tiger Clan Chief Leonid licked his lips and swallowed.

"The one in front is estimated to weigh 150 or 160 tons, and the one behind it is even more meaty, with thick arms, a thick neck, and a thick body. It looks like it weighs over 200 tons."

Leonid swallowed again, his brownish-yellow fur standing up outside the collar of his winter coat, like an untrimmed fur collar.

Everyone has different focuses, but one thing is certain—

Dragons are truly enormous!
When they got closer, everyone could see that there were three dragons in total, with a smaller one being blocked by the two larger ones in front.

The three dragons were of different sizes and shapes. They were positioned quite far apart, with a distance of over a hundred meters between each other. The last little one was even more than five hundred meters away, almost shrinking into a small lump on the snowfield.

The lead snowmobile is slender and long. Of course, this "slender" is relative to its huge size. In fact, even the thinnest part of its body is thicker than the snowmobile's body.

The dragon's body was covered with fine, deep purple scales, layer upon layer, like a perfectly fitted suit of chainmail. When light shone on them, the scales shimmered with a faint, oily iridescence.

On either side of the long, narrow head hung a pair of huge, slightly curved, forked horns. Below the brow bone where the horns connected to the head were a pair of somewhat sinister-looking eyes.

He coldly surveyed the scene.

This is a "real dragon".

In fact, the dragons who arrived at the Sighing Icefield, a land of extreme cold, had undergone brutal elimination and evolution, and were no longer the same as those in the legends.

The true lineage that inherited from the dragon race of the ancient continent is the line of the True Dragon.

True Dragon is a standard practitioner of both magic and martial arts. It has a strong physique and considerable magical skill. It can ride the clouds by manipulating the wind elemental energy in the air without wings.

If classified according to the simplest colors on the ancient continent, true dragons can also be divided into red dragons, black dragons, green dragons, gold dragons, silver dragons, blue dragons, and purple dragons, which are the legendary seven-colored dragons.

However, having many colors is of no use. According to the Dongxia's definition, every single one of these species is either endangered or critically endangered.

The most critical point is that there seems to be some kind of invisible reproductive barrier between dragons of different colors, making it extremely difficult for them to successfully "crossbreed." If they mate, they won't get pregnant; if they do get pregnant, they won't give birth; and if the offspring are born, they rarely survive, and those that do often have various strange physiological defects...

This undoubtedly made the dragon race's situation even worse.

then what should we do?

The dragon race tried many different methods to continue the dragon bloodline, and in the process of these various attempts, the sub-dragon species was born.

Indeed, what's quite remarkable is that dragons rarely interbreed with each other, yet there is no reproductive isolation between dragons and many other creatures.

The Yalong is the most successful branch of the dragon race to have bred offspring through external reproduction.

The original subspecies of dragons is said to have originated from some kind of flying creature from the depths of the ocean. After being infused with the life essence of dragons, they gave birth to this slightly deformed species.

Furthermore, the offspring of the wyverns have the ability to reproduce autonomously, allowing the wyvern population to rapidly catch up with and rival the number of true dragons.

In terms of size, the wyvern is slightly smaller than the true dragon, and it also has considerable physical defense and melee combat ability, but its magical level is extremely mediocre.

They can't spew dragon breath; at most, they can spew out a mouthful of acidic phlegm, which is more of a psychological attack than a psionic attack.

Yalong couldn't cast any advanced magic; at most, he could accumulate some spiritual energy within his body to enhance his muscles and reaction speed.

However, the dragons inherited a pair of huge, flapped wings from their mothers, so they were also able to fly.

When these two creatures appear in the same field of vision, the differences between them are very obvious. The wyvern is shorter and thicker, with its two forelimbs and wings tightly connected, and it hardly uses them for walking or fighting anymore, only occasionally for support.

When it runs, its huge wings fold up to its sides, with the talons at the tips slightly raised. It uses only its two hind legs to generate power. Perhaps for this reason, its hind limbs appear exceptionally thick, several times thicker than those of a real dragon.

The dragon's snout is more pointed, like a slightly curved pair of pliers. Its horns are smooth and unbranched, like two polished ivory tusks, extending diagonally backward from the top of its head.

Their most ferocious appearance is undoubtedly their "armor".

Compared to the smooth, overlapping scales of a real dragon, the scales of a wyvern are raised, resembling a body covered in sharp bone spurs.

To use a somewhat imperfect analogy, a true dragon is like a snake with claws, while a sub-dragon is like a bird wearing a turtle shell.

As for the last one, the little guy that was only about four meters long was called a "pseudo-dragon".

It is a failed product that was successfully born and survived during the process of the true dragon spreading its genes, but whose abilities were severely diminished.

However, even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse; no matter how much it has diminished, the pseudo-dragon can still fight against most of the magical beasts on the continent.

This fake dragon looks nothing like a dragon at all. It is round all over, with short and thick limbs tucked in front of it, which looks a bit comical at first glance.

If you ignore the pair of somewhat awkward-looking horns, it looks like a large-headed otter has climbed ashore, with a rather dazed expression.

This three-dragon squad is the outpost guard stationed at the dragon's main lair.

Using a flag borrowed from the Seven Luminaries Garland Merchant Guild of the dwarves, the advance team made contact with the Dragon Nest outpost. However, according to past practice, once the caravan delivered the supplies needed by the dragons to the outpost and took the corresponding share of materials, the transaction was considered complete, and the team had to return.

However, the delegation from Hanhai did not come for those dragon bones and dragon teeth.

Therefore, this is where Dimo's scale comes in handy.

The real dragon came in person to verify this in person.

The leading dragon approached.

Its movement is completely different from when it runs. When it runs, it is a storm, an avalanche, a rolling train; but once it slows down, its steps are quite light, and when it lands, it leaves only a large footprint and makes almost no sound.

This is a purple dragon, which, according to the customs of the dragon race, can all be called "Purple Scale".

The purple-scaled creature sniffed with a hint of doubt, then twitched its nose and uttered a long string of syllables.

The deep, resonant vibration, with a metallic quality, seemed to be squeezed out from a huge resonant cavity deep within the body.

In that instant, Dimo ​​felt his legs tremble slightly.

The dragon was so close, bringing Dimo ​​immense pressure.

This enormous creature, with its head alone measuring nearly four meters long without horns, and one of its front paws nearly two meters wide, was deeply embedded in the snow.

When it opened its mouth, the sound waves carried a complex and ancient fishy smell, which caused not only Dimo ​​in front of it, but also Jelly and Xia Chenghui in the side to close their eyes.

The translators, whose ranks were not high enough, were even brought to tears by the fumes.

This guy definitely hasn't brushed his teeth in ages!

In other words, this is an extremely cold ice field where bacteria have difficulty growing. If the temperature were suitable, just one bite would probably make half of the soldiers present faint.

The two translators, trembling with fear, each provided a translation in one of the two different languages.

"These scales...the scent of the Black Dragon clan, the scent of life. Humans, what do you desire?"

Xia Chenghui stepped forward and answered loudly, "We come from Hanhai Territory, a newly born, great, multi-ethnic nation."

Patting his chest, Xia Chenghui first confirmed, "I am a half-human and half-orc!"

Pointing at Dimo ​​and Ronan: "Pureblood humans!"

Pointing at Angus: "Pureblood Elf!"

Pointing at the jelly: "Hybrid elf!"

Then, pointing at Leonid, he exclaimed, "Pureblood Beast!"

Xia Chenghui also introduced the other members of the team in great detail.

"Here you'll find orcs, half-orcs, dwarves, hybrids of dwarves and humans, hybrids of elves and orcs, hybrids of dwarves and elves..."

The pupils of the dragons opposite them all popped up.

I thought our dragon race was already chaotic enough just trying to survive, but you guys are really going this far... What Chaos Land?
After carefully introducing his and his team members' backgrounds, and subtly conveying the idea that Hanhai is a place where all ethnic groups gather in harmony, Xia Chenghui then got to the main topic.

"Our lord got engaged some time ago, and invited all the countries and powers on the continent. He also sent an invitation to your dragon clan through the dwarf merchant guild."

"But whether it was due to concerns or the long distance, no dragons were seen at the lord's engagement celebration."

This statement is cleverly worded; the excuses of "having concerns" and "the long distance" have already been prepared for the other party.

"As you can see, our lord has always been committed to the harmonious coexistence of all races among the stars. The lord is very sorry that the dragons could not attend."

"We were specially arranged to come here for two reasons: first, to present a gift to the Dragon Clan and let them experience the joy of the Vast Ocean; and second, to conduct some communication and exchange, hoping to establish a long-term, friendly, and mutually beneficial cooperative relationship with the Dragon Clan in the future!"

After finishing his explanation, he bowed slightly in greeting.

The dragon's gaze swept back and forth across the arena.

This guy was clearly not very convinced, but he couldn't see any obvious flaws.

The "living scale" in front of them is real, and the other party has a secret code to activate it.

Let the boss of the lair decide.

"Follow me. Remember, never reveal your weapons, or the Dragon's Nest will be the burial ground for ambitious men!"

Thus, thanks to thorough preparation and extremely precise wording, Han Hai's special delegation became the first alien team to enter the dragon's lair area after the dragons migrated north.

Of course, both sides made preparations just in case during their journey to the dragon's nest.

Why did the Dragon Outpost send out three dragons at once, and why were they so far apart?

This is to prevent the enemy from launching a sneak attack. The dragons in front can deploy a magical barrier to provide some resistance, while the dragons in the back can issue warnings, escape, or call for help, preventing them from being attacked without their knowledge.

Such a powerful dragon race, yet so cautious, can only mean that they learned a terrible lesson from the humans in the past.

On the other hand, it wasn't until the team merged again that Dimo ​​suddenly realized why the support and logistics personnel wore white winter coats.

In the midst of ice and snow, white is the most inconspicuous and difficult-to-distinguish color.

Just before the dragons arrived, the communications and logistics soldiers of the Vast Ocean tore off the orange patches and reflective strips on their bodies, stepped back, and almost perfectly concealed themselves in the snow.

If anything were to happen to the visiting delegation, the equipment carried by these communications soldiers would be sufficient to transmit battlefield intelligence and information back relatively completely. Furthermore, without being a primary target, they could relatively calmly activate the automatic weapons on their snowmobiles to provide support.

Everyone here is shrewd; compared to them, Dimo ​​felt like a greenhorn.

The Han Hai convoy moved slowly forward under the guidance of the dragon clan. The advantage was that they had a local force to lead the way, so they didn't have to worry about anything else. The disadvantage was that the real dragon's footprints were too big. Each step left a huge pit more than two meters long, so the convoy following behind had to follow in an S-shaped path.

As the core liaison holding the dragon scale, Dimo ​​was clearly treated with some goodwill by the dragons. So, he boldly asked, "Your Excellency Purple Scale, isn't it said that the dragons are the best at flying? Why don't you fly?"

Zhenlong Zilin paused, remained silent for a moment, then continued striding forward, uttering a single word through gritted teeth:

"Hungry!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)