Chapter 85

Regarding Wayne's proposal, Borch considered it for a while and then agreed.

This is actually a kind of self-confidence. A dragon standing at the top of the food chain, and a golden dragon that can use magic, with two powerful Zerrikanian female warriors as bodyguards, he is not afraid of a few people with ulterior motives.

And after everyone was honest with each other, many things and many pieces of information could be well communicated, without having to go around in circles like in the past.

From Borch's mouth, Wayne learned the whole picture of the matter.

It was probably six days ago, the day before meeting Wayne, when Borch and his two female guards were traveling to Temeria, they suddenly heard the green dragon's distress signal from Hooborg, hundreds of miles away.

This is a mysterious magic between dragons, which can transmit the distress signal within a thousand miles and be known by all dragons.

Dragons are becoming rarer and rarer in this world, and pure-blooded dragons that can use magic are even rarer.

As an extremely rare golden dragon, Borch has only seen a few of the same race so far. His life is lonely, and the only ones who accompany him are those Zerrikanian tribes who worship him, love him, and guard him.

But because of the unequal status between the two sides, Borch has not had a true friend until now.

It is rare to encounter the distress magic of the same race, and he is also hesitating whether to take the risk to rescue her.

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

"From her distress magic, I learned that she is a mother dragon who is hatching dragon eggs, and her children are about to be born."

"When preying on sheep flocks on the grassland, she was poisoned by a group of civilians, which put her in an extremely weak state."

"She is now in urgent need of fellow clansmen to go to her cave to protect her children."

Wayne nodded in understanding. To humans, dragons are inherently dangerous and vicious. Dragon-slaying can not only gain honor but also obtain a large amount of wealth. But to Borch and that green dragon, who are also dragons, perhaps humans are the dangerous ones.

The four of them rode for a distance and came to a wilderness far away from the town. After confirming that there was no one around, Borch dismounted and came to an open space.

He nodded to Wayne, then his figure swayed, and there seemed to be the sound of some magic breaking. In the blink of an eye, he expanded into a behemoth.

This is a golden giant beast about three stories high.

Its head is not big, and it doesn't have the terrifying horns and fangs in fantasy novels. It is neither ferocious nor ugly, but has a strange beauty.

The small head hangs on the round chest, the slender neck draws a perfect arc, and the tail wraps around the extended claws.

There is an indescribable elegance, and the feline temperament even makes people ignore its reptilian appearance.

But it is undoubtedly a reptile. The bright yellow eyes reveal a brilliant and ferocious light, and the scales look like they have been carefully painted with paint, almost the entire body is golden.

When it spreads its huge wings ten meters long, it is hard to believe that these beautiful wings covered with golden scales are the beautiful creature transformed from the short and fat Borch.

Wayne stared at the golden dragon with fascination for several seconds. He had been in this world for several years, and the golden dragon was probably the most beautiful fantasy creature he had ever seen besides the beautiful and holy Lady of the Lake.

And as a dragon with outstanding wisdom, Borch's every move is more like a well-educated gentleman than a beast.

It didn't open its mouth, but a male voice with quite majesty sounded in his mind. This is telepathy, a special magic.

"My true name is Villentretenmerth, which means Three Jackdaws in the ancient language."

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

"Our horses are temporarily kept by Téa and Vea. A group of Zerrikanian tribal warriors has arrived in the Northern Kingdom and will arrive here in about three or four days. Vea will go to meet them."

"If we have to fight with swords by then, these warriors will fight for me."

Upon hearing this, Wayne looked at the two Zerrikanian girls. The girls also looked at him at the same time. Téa smiled, and Vea gave a flirtatious wink. The charming posture made him think of the madness of the night before setting off.

He nodded, took his weapon and equipment off Lucifer, carried it on his back, and nimbly climbed onto the dragon's back along the golden dragon's tail.

The scales and skin folds there just formed a groove, which just happened to help him stabilize his figure so that he wouldn't slide off the dragon's back. "In that case, let's set off."

"According to what you said, that green dragon has been poisoned for many days, and it might be very dangerous now."

The golden dragon nodded, without further words, directly spread its beautiful golden wings, and flew into the sky with a strong airflow.

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Flying is an experience that every human has imagined. Wayne was a rural child who hadn't even sat on a plane in his previous life. Riding on a dragon's back and soaring in the sky was a unique and novel experience for him.

The only pity is that it is still spring, and flying at high altitude without any protection is really too cold.

Borch has the protection of scales and dragon skin, maybe he can't feel it, but Wayne is indeed frozen by the cold wind at high altitude.

But he is a witcher after all, and his physical fitness is much stronger than ordinary people. Besides feeling cold, he won't really suffer any harm.

Riding on the dragon's back, looking down at the scenery below, Borch took him through a forest, climbed up a mountain range, crossed a wilderness on the mountain, and after circling a few times at the top of the mountain, found a quite hidden cave.

The entrance to the cave is large, and the field of vision is quite open. Borch flapped his wings and slowly stopped in the open space outside the cave.

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

Wayne couldn't hear what it meant, not knowing if it was a threat or a cry for help. And Borch, after Wayne fell from him to the ground, immediately took elegant and nimble steps and drilled into the cave.

Seeing this, he couldn't care about being cautious, followed the golden dragon, and entered the cave together.

The interior space of the cave is also wide, the top of the cave is about thirty meters high from the ground, and some green moss and vine plants grow on the top of the mountain and the rock wall. Even a golden dragon more than ten meters high can't feel any restraint at all walking in the cave.

However, the green dragon in the cave obviously doesn't have the civilization and wisdom of Borch. Just after entering the cave, Wayne was choked by the stench of feces piled up in the corner of the cave and the leftover rotten meat.

Unfortunately, in the witcher's world, dragon feces are ordinary feces and have no value at all. Even for dragons, besides their dragon teeth, claws, blood, and internal organs that can be used as magic materials, other parts are not much different from ordinary lizards.

Borch was not affected by the stench. Listening to the faint dragon roar coming from the cave, his steps were faster, and he seemed to have a sense of expectation for meeting netizens.

After advancing about twenty meters, Borch and Wayne saw the main character. This is a mother dragon with gray-green scales all over her body. The appearance is quite beautiful. Compared with the golden dragon's body size of more than ten meters, the figure is quite petite, about six or seven meters.

She coiled her tail and wings, held a white dragon egg about half a meter high in her arms, opened her bloody mouth, and looked at the one person and one dragon entering from the entrance with pale yellow vertical pupils vigilantly.

Such a defensive posture has some deterrent power to those ignorant farmers or brutal soldiers, but as a monster expert, Wayne can clearly feel that this green dragon is very weak and has no resistance at all, and can even be said to be at the end of her life.

From the time she was poisoned until now, it has been about six or seven days. I don't know what poison the farmers of Hooborg gave her, which actually made a dragon with a powerful constitution unable to bear it and almost died.

And the dragon egg in her arms that is about to hatch is perhaps the main reason why she is supporting herself to survive.

Golden dragon Borch and her looked at each other for about two minutes, probably communicating with telepathy. Seeing this, Wayne didn't say much, but looked at this legendary dragon nest with curious eyes.

Dragons are very rare creatures, and even witchers rarely see such beasts. And the dragon's lair often symbolizes wealth in many stories. Sure enough, just after scanning around, he discovered the legendary dragon's treasure.

Behind the coiled green dragon, a pile of gold coins and gems lying on the ground piled up into a small mountain. The quantity is not much, about two or three thousand gold coins of different types, and among these piled gold coins, there are also many raw gems mixed in.

Wayne estimated it and couldn't help but click his tongue. This treasure is definitely an astronomical figure for ordinary people, but for those nobles, it can probably only buy a luxurious manor.

I just don't know, what is the significance of these dragon races that live in the wilderness, eat raw meat and rotten meat, and never deal with civilized society, collecting these treasures? And just when Wayne was curious about this question, the golden dragon Borch beside him suddenly encountered something happy, his elegant golden body stood up, flapped his beautiful golden wings a few times, opened his dragon mouth, and let out a pleasant dragon cry.

Wayne looked up at the cheerful golden dragon, not knowing what happened to it.

But soon, Borch's voice with joy passed into his mind.

"My friend, congratulate me. I not only have a wife but also a child."

"Myrgtabrakke is willing to be my spouse."

(End of chapter)