Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 85 Becoming a Father

Borch considered Wayne's proposal for a moment before agreeing.

This is actually a kind of confidence. As a dragon at the top of the food chain, and a golden dragon with magic at that, with two powerful Zerekan female warriors as bodyguards, he is not afraid of a few people with ill intentions.

Moreover, after everyone treated each other with honesty, many things and a lot of information could be exchanged well, without having to beat around the bush like in the past.

From Borch, Wayne learned the whole story.

About six days ago, the day before he met Wayne, Borch and his two female guards were traveling in Temuria when they suddenly heard a distress signal from the green dragon Holebur, hundreds of miles away.

This is a mysterious magic among dragons that can transmit distress signals over thousands of miles, making them known to all dragons.

Dragons are becoming increasingly rare in this world, and purebred dragons capable of using magic are even rarer.

As an extremely rare golden dragon, Borchi has only seen a few of its own kind so far. Its life is lonely, and the only companions it has are the Zerekan tribe, who worship it, love it, and protect it.

However, due to the unequal status between the two sides, Borch has never had a true friend.

It was rare to encounter a fellow member of its kind calling for help, and it hesitated whether to risk going to rescue her.

It wasn't until he drank, played cards, boasted, and chatted with Wayne, experiencing the joy of equal communication, that Borch made up his mind to save his kin.

"From her distress spell, I learned that she was a mother dragon incubating her eggs, and the babies were about to be born."

"While hunting sheep on the grassland, she was poisoned by a group of civilians, which left her in an extremely weak state."

"She desperately needs members of her tribe to come to her cave and protect her children."

Wayne nodded in understanding. To humans, dragons are inherently dangerous and vicious. Slaying dragons can bring honor and wealth. But to Borch, who is also a dragon, and the green dragon, perhaps humans are the real danger.

The four rode for a while and came to a wilderness far from town. After confirming that no one was around, Borchi dismounted and went to an open space.

He nodded to Wayne, then his figure blurred, and with a sound like magic breaking, he swelled into a colossal creature in the blink of an eye.

This is a giant golden beast that is about three stories tall.

Its head is not large, and it does not have the terrifying horns and fangs found in fantasy novels. It is neither ferocious nor ugly, but rather possesses a strange beauty.

Its little head drooped on its round chest, its slender neck drew a perfect arc, and its tail was wrapped around its outstretched paws.

It possesses an indescribable elegance, and its feline-like temperament makes one overlook its reptilian appearance.

But it is undoubtedly a reptile, with bright yellow eyes that gleam with a dazzling and fierce light, scales that look as if they have been carefully painted, and almost its entire body is gold.

When it spreads its enormous wings, which are ten meters long, the beautiful wings covered with golden scales make it hard to believe that this is a beautiful creature transformed from the short and stout Borchi.

Wayne stared at the golden dragon for several seconds, somewhat mesmerized. Having been in this world for several years, the golden dragon was probably the most beautiful fantasy creature he had ever seen, apart from the beautiful and holy goddess of the lake.

As a dragon of exceptional intelligence, Borch's every move is more like that of a well-educated gentleman than that of a wild beast.

It didn't open its mouth, but a rather authoritative male voice resounded in his mind. This was telepathy, a special kind of magic.

"My real name is Vilentreithames, which means three raven in the Old Language."

"Wayne, if you're ready, let's set off."

"Our horses are temporarily being kept by Tia and Viya. A group of warriors from the Zerekan tribe have arrived in the Northern Kingdom and will probably be here in three or four days. Viya will go and meet them."

"If we have to resort to swords, these warriors will fight for me."

Upon hearing this, Wayne looked at the two Zerike girls, who in turn looked at him. Tia smiled, while Via gave him a flirtatious wink. Her alluring demeanor reminded him of the madness of the night before their departure.

He nodded, took his weapons and equipment from Lucifer, slung them over his shoulder, and nimbly climbed up the golden dragon's back along its tail.

The scales and skin folds there formed a groove that helped him maintain his balance and prevent him from sliding off the dragon's back.

"In that case, let's set off."

"According to you, that green dragon has been poisoned for many days, and it might be in great danger now."

The golden dragon nodded, said nothing more, and spread its beautiful golden wings, carrying a strong gust of air, and flew into the sky.

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Flying is an experience that every human being has dreamed of. In his previous life, Wayne was a rural boy who had never even ridden in an airplane. Riding on the back of a dragon and soaring through the sky was a unique and novel experience for him.

The only downside is that it's still springtime, and flying at high altitudes without any protection is just too cold.

Borch, protected by scales and dragon skin, might not have felt it, but Wayne was definitely freezing from the high-altitude winds.

However, he was still a demon hunter, and his physical condition was much stronger than that of ordinary people. Apart from feeling cold, he was not really harmed.

Riding on the dragon's back and looking down at the scenery below, Borchi led him through a forest, then climbed a mountain range, crossed a wasteland on the mountain, and after circling around the summit a few times, found a rather secluded cave.

The cave entrance was large, offering a wide view. Borchi flapped his wings and slowly landed on the open ground outside the cave entrance.

Before he could regain his footing, a slightly sharp dragon roar came from inside the cave.

Wayne couldn't understand what it meant, whether it was a threat or a plea for help. After Wayne landed on the ground, Borch immediately took elegant and nimble steps and disappeared into the cave.

Seeing this, he disregarded his caution and followed Jinlong into the cave.

The cave's interior is also very spacious, with the ceiling about 30 meters above the ground. Green moss and vines grow on the mountaintop and rock walls, so even a golden dragon that is more than ten meters tall can walk in the cave without feeling restricted.

However, the green dragon in the cave was clearly not as civilized and intelligent as Borch. As soon as Wayne entered the cave, he was overwhelmed by the stench of the dung piled up in the corners of the cave and the rotten flesh left over from eating.

Unfortunately, in the world of Witcher, dragon dung is just ordinary excrement with no value whatsoever. Even dragons, apart from their teeth, claws, blood, and internal organs which can be used as magical materials, are not much different from ordinary lizards.

Borch was unaffected by the stench. Hearing the faint dragon roars coming from inside the cave, he quickened his pace, seemingly with a sense of anticipation for meeting his online friend in person.

After advancing about twenty meters, Borch and Wayne saw the main character: a female dragon with gray-green scales all over her body. She was quite beautiful, but compared to the golden dragon's length of over ten meters, she was rather petite, only about six or seven meters long.

She coiled her tail and wings, cradling a white dragon egg more than half a meter tall in her arms. With her gaping maw and pale yellow vertical pupils, she warily watched the human and dragon enter from the entrance.

Such a defensive posture might have some deterrent effect on ignorant farmers or rude soldiers, but as a monster expert, Wayne could clearly sense that this green dragon was very weak and had no power to resist at all; it could even be said that it was on its deathbed.

It has been about six or seven days since she was poisoned. No one knows what kind of poison the farmer in Holober gave her, but even a strong dragon could not withstand it and was almost killed.

The dragon egg in her arms, which was about to hatch, was perhaps the main reason that kept her alive.

Golden Dragon Borch and she stared at each other for about two minutes, probably communicating telepathically. Wayne didn't say anything, but instead looked at the legendary dragon's nest with curiosity.

Dragons are extremely rare creatures; even witchers seldom encounter such beasts. In many stories, dragon lairs often symbolize wealth. Sure enough, after just a quick glance, he discovered the legendary dragon's treasure.

Behind the coiled green dragon, a pile of gold coins and gems lay on the ground, forming a small mountain. The quantity was not large, about two or three thousand gold coins of different kinds, and among these piled gold coins were many raw gems.

Wayne did the math and couldn't help but gasp. This treasure would be an astronomical sum for ordinary people, but for royalty and nobility, it would probably only buy them a luxurious manor.

It's just a mystery what the purpose is for these dragons, who live in the wilderness, feed on raw and rotten meat, and never interact with civilized society, to collect these treasures.

Just as Wayne was wondering about this, the golden dragon Borch beside him seemed to have suddenly encountered something happy. Its elegant golden body stood up, flapped its beautiful golden wings a few times, opened its dragon mouth, and let out a melodious dragon roar.

Wayne looked up at the jubilant golden dragon, wondering what had happened to it.

But soon, Borch's joyful voice entered his mind.

"My friend, congratulations! I not only have a wife, but also a child."

"Milgatabrek is willing to be my spouse."

(End of this chapter)