Chapter 782: Princess and Dragon

The legend of the brave fighting the dragon has always been a classic topic that flows forever, and such legendary stories often start with the princess being snatched away by the dragon.

Of course, dragons have always had opinions about these legends, but proud dragons certainly wouldn't protest or explain to the humans they view as ants.

This is all just the YY of humans' dragon-slaying dreams, an act of touching porcelain to the dragon's majesty and then using it to gild their own faces.

However, who would have thought that among those ant-like humans, a witch race would suddenly emerge?

Witches originated from humans, and naturally, their language, culture, living habits, etc., are inherited from humans.

Humans like to watch the legend of the brave fighting the dragon, and witches also like to watch it.

In fact, they not only like to watch it, but also like to imitate it. This is quite normal and not hard to understand. After all, who didn't have some little fantasies when they first heard about the brave fighting the dragon?

Boys generally substitute themselves into the brave dragon-slayer, fantasizing that one day they can also gather companions to rush to the battlefield, defeat the dragon that symbolizes evil and terror, and then rescue the princess taken away by the dragon, from then on holding the beauty in their arms, and living a beautiful life with both career and love.

Girls also often substitute themselves into the princess in the story, fantasizing about how beautiful they are, yet so miserable, but full of hope. She will be trapped in the dragon's castle, but one day a handsome, dashing, brave brave man will bathe in dragon blood to rescue her.

Hmm, just childhood fantasies. Everyone has had such childlike innocence.

However, for mortals, these are just illusory and beautiful fantasies.

After gradually growing up, boys will realize that they are just ordinary people. Let alone dragons, being able to kill a pig alone is considered remarkable.

And girls will also realize that they cannot be princesses. Some things are not born with, and it is probably difficult to have them in this life. And without family background, without beauty, and even without talent, then the hero bathing in dragon blood wouldn't look at them, these extras, even for half a glance.

Well, reality is just that cruel.

However, for witches, this is not just a fantasy. They can completely turn the story into reality. The only thing to struggle with slightly is whether they want to become the brave dragon-slayer or the princess waiting for redemption.

However, the fantasies of little witches are beautiful, but they actually can't last for a few days, because after they learn to surf the internet, they will be angered to the point of breaking their Dao heart by the complaints of dragons on the Mana Web.

"Are you witches mentally ill? Running to my house every day asking me to catch you. If your brain is broken, go see a doctor, okay?"

"What, you are very beautiful? You are beautiful my hammer. Do you have beautiful dragon scales, or wide dragon wings, or a slender tail, or perfect dragon horns? Are you, a five-cent monkey with nothing, worthy of being called beautiful?"

"What dragon this and that, don't slander dragons, okay? Only loser dragons and sub-dragons who can't find a wife will sow seeds everywhere. Pure-blooded true dragons are all internally digested, okay?"

"Damn, home dragons, who understands this? A crazy witch ran into my dragon nest without authorization, insisting that I caught her. The key is that I can't even beat her."... "Woo woo woo, I understand, I understand. I am a female, and she insists that I took a fancy to her, snatched my dragon nest, and didn't give me rent, and also wants me to supply her with good food and drink. It is really bullying the dragon too much."

"You two be content. Woo woo woo, I was beaten twice. First, a lunatic rushed into my house, snatched the dragon nest, and blamed me for snatching hers. Then another lunatic calling himself a brave man ran to the door saying he wanted to save his beloved, and beat me up again. Those two dog witches not only destroyed my dragon nest but also snatched away my wife-money before leaving. Woo woo woo, the wife-money I saved for hundreds of years to marry the red dragon girl next door, it's all gone."

Hmm, there are too many such dragon blood-and-tear posts. Dragons have suffered from witches for a long time.

Even under the protests of dragons, programs related to the brave fighting the dragon on the Mana Web have already been labeled with "The content is all fictional, please do not imitate," but the effect is very small. After all, you can't stifle the beautiful childhood of little witches, right?

Laugh.

"Laugh my ass. Sigh, okay, I repent. I admit that I laughed a bit too loudly under these dragon blood-and-tear posts before."

High above the sky, held by the dragon's claw, Dorothy, who was almost blown into a fool by the whistling gale and could only make various facial expressions, repented deeply.

As a steel witch who only cares about learning and has absolutely no romantic feelings, she really doesn't want to experience this plot, which in her view is completely a shameful PY.

Moreover, if she had to participate, shouldn't she be the brave one? What is this about becoming the princess being snatched away?

The Home Witch gritted her teeth.

It's a pity that she, who now only has the strength of an ordinary human mage, is really not the opponent of this genuine pure-blooded dragon. She can only helplessly sway in the wind in this dragon claw.

Fortunately, the dragon's flight speed is really fast. In just a few minutes, she, who was still in the city, had already been brought by the dragon to a deserted island hanging overseas.

Subsequently, before the Home Witch could see what this deserted island looked like, the dragon loosened its sharp claws, threw the "princess" in its claws at the entrance of a cave on the cliff, and then spread its wings and soared, rushing straight to the top of the mountain.

Dorothy, who was thrown into a dog-eating-shit position: "..."

Damn, the dragons of this Spirit Realm really don't play by the rules. It's a good thing I'm thick-skinned and sturdy; if this had been some delicate princess, she might have just died from that fall just now.

The Home Witch patted her butt speechlessly, climbed up, and felt very helpless.

Subsequently, she looked around, especially at the cave inside, and felt even more speechless.

Hmm, the cave is empty. This is really nothing but bare walls. At least in a big prison, they give a few bundles of straw for sleeping, okay?

She complained in her heart.

But this is also very normal. After all, this scene is obviously built on the classic legend of the brave fighting the dragon, but in whose story of the brave fighting the dragon would it describe in detail how the princess should solve the problems of eating, drinking, and pooping in the dragon's castle?

These trivial matters are naturally not written in the story. It will only focus on describing the struggle between the brave and the dragon, telling how terrible the dragon is and how heroic the brave is. As for the princess?... Hmm, just quietly be a beautiful vase alone. Anyway, she is just a plot tool person, and in the end, she is just a prize for the brave.

This is very realistic.

But when such reality falls on her own head, it is very uncomfortable.

"Sigh, just a few minutes ago I was eating delicious snacks in that golden manor, sitting on a soft big sofa, enjoying the service of the gem maid ladies, how did it become just this broken cave in a blink of an eye?"

Dorothy was very speechless.

However, being speechless at this time can't solve the problem. If she doesn't want to really sleep on the hard cave floor in the future, she must take action.

Thus, the Home Witch came to the edge of the cave and looked down.

Fine, it really is a cliff. Except for the stone platform protruding like a balcony at the edge of the cave entrance, this mountain peak where the dragon resides is almost a ninety-degree giant pillar.

Although the mountain body naturally cannot be as smooth as a tile surface, the difficulty of climbing this would make the world rock climbing champion stop on the spot.

Moreover, even if she really went down the mountain, it would be useless, because there is only a deserted island where birds don't poop under the mountain, and the surroundings are all endless oceans.

Therefore, unless one is not a mortal, it is almost impossible to escape from this cave halfway up the mountain. "Fortunately, I am really not a mortal."

Dorothy rejoiced.

Subsequently, she directly took a leap of faith, jumped down from this cave platform, and then quickly fell straight toward the bottom of the mountain.

Of course, she naturally couldn't be seeking death, just wanting to save a little magic power.

After all, the magic power of an ordinary human mage, when converted to the witch's standard, is only about one or two hundred Mana.

With this little magic power, if you gave her a flying broom, she could barely fly down the mountain gracefully, and only enough to fly down the mountain, let alone no flight items, pure flight technique, air-stepping technique, etc.

Those high-consumption magic spells are not what she can think of now.

However, low-level magic spells like Feather Fall can.

Tsk, this level of magic is only classified as a zero-ring trick in the witch's standard. It is a magic enlightenment that little witches in kindergarten will learn, but it's not bad to have it now, so don't be picky.

Dorothy silently calculated the falling speed and distance, while already preparing to cast the Feather Fall spell.

The effect of this spell is to make the target fall as lightly as a feather. It can be used to reduce one's weight and unload one's inertia. It is actually quite easy to use.

The Home Witch prepared to perform an extreme spell cast, opening this Feather Fall spell like opening a parachute at the minimum safe distance.

It's just that before she could cast the spell, a huge shadow rushed down with an angry dragon roar, and then, it was the familiar feeling of being pinched by a dragon claw.

Dorothy: "..."

Fine, sure enough, it's not that easy to escape.

She sighed in her heart, not very surprised by this.

She just wanted to bet on whether this dragon would be like those dragons complaining on the Mana Web, who actually didn't take her to heart, but now it seems that this Spirit Realm dragon and the real dragon don't have the same brain circuit... Also, the Spirit Realm is an illusory world. This dragon is probably the fairy tale dragon that little witches dream of, the one that catches princesses. Catching princesses is its duty and mission, so it naturally won't give up easily.

Slap.

Another gust of wind, and the dragon threw Dorothy back onto the cave platform halfway up the mountain.

It's just that this time, the Home Witch, who was mentally prepared, didn't fall into a dog-eating-shit position again, but adjusted her posture in mid-air as flexibly as a cat, and finally landed gracefully and steadily.

Well, after all, she is a Martial God, these are basic operations.

Actually, the first time she was so embarrassed wasn't because she didn't react, but because she wanted to paralyze the dragon. But unfortunately, it didn't have much effect.

"Roar."

And this time, the dragon didn't just throw the person down and leave like at the beginning, but inserted its sharp dragon claws into the mountain, hanging the whole dragon on this cliff, and its slender dragon head leaned in front of Dorothy, who was standing on the platform, and then let out a low roar.

This dragon roar carried annoyance.

"Alright, alright, why are you roaring so loudly? And stay away, you didn't brush your teeth, you have bad breath, you know?"

If it were an ordinary person, facing such a terrifying giant beast baring its fangs and brandishing its claws at them, they would have already been scared silly, but the Home Witch naturally wasn't afraid at all.

She just pinched her nose and let out a low roar from her mouth.

That was the same roar as the dragon's just now. This is Dragon Language.

Well, as a Dragon Witch, Dragon Language is an instinct.

Of course, this instinct requires dragon blood as a medium. Theoretically, she, who has lost the body of a Dragon Witch, should have also lost this instinct, but who let Dorothy also be a master of magic spell studies?

Miss Forest Witch naturally wouldn't fail to click the linguistics proficiency skill.

In fact, instinct-level Dragon Language is like an illiterate person who can only speak but cannot write or recognize characters. This level of learning naturally cannot satisfy the needs of a top student like Dorothy, so her Dragon Language was learned through hard work and engineering.

This is knowledge she has firmly mastered. As long as she doesn't encounter memory shielding like the Witch's Night before, she doesn't need to worry about being taken away.

Moreover, besides Dragon Language, the Home Witch is also proficient in more than 100 mainstream languages of the Western Universe, such as Angelic Spirit Language, Demonic Blasphemy Language, Elven Language, Giant Language, Sea Clan Language, etc.

Well, they were all learned while staying up late and unable to sleep. It was quite simple. Anyway, having many skills doesn't weigh you down.

Therefore, she naturally could understand the meaning of the dragon's low roar just now.

"Are you crazy? Why do you want to commit suicide?"

Hmm, if it were someone who didn't understand Dragon Language facing the dragon's low roar just now, they would only treat it as intimidation, but after understanding it, it naturally wasn't that scary anymore.

Look, this dragon is quite concerned about her safety, so it naturally won't easily kill her or anything, so what else is there to be afraid of.

However, Dorothy didn't lie either. This dragon really has bad breath.

This is also very normal. After all, you can't expect a beast that drinks blood and eats raw meat every day and doesn't brush its teeth to have a mouth full of fragrance, right?

It's just that normal is one thing, but being said out loud is another, especially when it's said in Dragon Language.

Therefore...

The dragon, which was still full of anger just now, listened to the low dragon roar from the mouth of this weak human in front of it. First, it was surprised, but after it understood the meaning of this dragon roar...

Hmm, have you ever seen a dragon that blushes?

And it's a black dragon.

Dorothy watched as the dragon scales on the face of this black dragon, which actually has beautiful scales and definitely belongs to the big beautiful dragon by dragon standards, turned red piece by piece, and finally steam came out of the top of its head.

Wow, it's a steam dragon.

The Home Witch is gaining knowledge. ===== CHAPTER 783 =====