Chapter 86

Hearing Borch's voice, Wayne was stunned, but soon realized that the so-called Myrgtabrakke should refer to the green dragon in front of him, and the so-called child refers to the dragon egg currently held in the green dragon's arms.

But thinking that Borch and this green dragon had met for less than five minutes, and became a step-father and a happy father so quickly, it can only be said that the dragon race's concept of reproduction may be very different from that of humans.

No matter what he thought in his heart, on the surface, Wayne still pretended to be quite surprised and congratulated:

"Congratulations, my friend. After this incident is over, you can also have a complete family."

The golden dragon proudly raised his slender and slender neck, and the voice appeared in Wayne's mind.

"She thinks I am the most powerful and charming male dragon she has ever seen."

"After this crisis is over, she is willing to conceive new blood for me."

Now that the dragon race is so rare, this green dragon probably hasn't seen many male dragons, Wayne complained in his heart, but in terms of words, he has been congratulating Borch.

After about a few minutes, Borch also recovered from his original excitement. He suddenly asked Wayne with some sadness: "Wayne, my friend, Myrgtabrakke is too seriously injured now, and I don't know the magic of detoxification and healing."

"Before coming here, you once said that you have a way to treat her. Is this true?"

Wayne nodded, and under Borch's gaze, took out his personal magic-pattern storage bag, took out a bottle of intermediate healing potion from Azeroth, and after looking at the green dragon's body size, took out another bottle.

Placed it on his hand and showed it to Borch for viewing.

Seeing this, Borch's tall golden body shook, and soon changed back to the slightly short and fat middle-aged man. He first sighed.

"Wow, magical pocket, is this some kind of peculiar magic prop?"

Then, he picked up the two healing potions in Wayne's hand, smelled them by his nose, and asked: "What kind of potion is this? Is it a potion exclusively for you witchers?"

Wayne shook his head, without even thinking about the lie, and said:

"Our witcher potions are all violent poisons to other creatures. This is a healing potion I begged from a druid elder. It can treat wounds on the body at a very fast speed. There are only three bottles in total, which are treasures I keep for saving my life at critical moments."

"However, we are friends, and your wife is also my friend. You should let her drink these two bottles quickly. Although it may not be able to cure her completely, it will definitely be able to alleviate her pain."

The simple-minded golden dragon Borch was immediately moved by Wayne's generous and loyal attitude. He picked up the two potions, reached out and hugged Wayne, and said: "Thank you, my friend. I thank you on behalf of my wife and unborn child. Don't worry, as a friend, I will definitely not let you suffer. After Myrgtabrakke's body is better, I will definitely repay your generosity."

The intermediate healing potion from Azeroth worked very well. This was originally a general-purpose healing potion that could replenish the life force consumed in the body of living beings.

After the green dragon took the potion, the pain in her body immediately improved. Her stomach rumbled, and "poof, poof, poof!" she sprayed several stinking mists from behind, quickly expelling most of the toxins in her body, and her body also showed obvious signs of recovery, which made Borch very happy and also very surprised.

Although there are potions to restore wounds in this world, there has never been any kind that can recover so quickly and have such good effects.

At the same time, he also understood the preciousness of this potion and became more and more grateful to Wayne.

He loudly praised Wayne's potion and guaranteed again that he would give him a generous reward afterward.

Only then did he happily approach the green dragon, seemingly impatient to be close to his wife, completely not minding the stench she had just emitted.

And just at this time, whether it was because of the recovery of the mother's injury, the dragon egg held in the green dragon's arms made a "crack, crack, crack, crack" sound of breaking.

Under the gaze of Wayne and the two dragons, several cracks split at the top of the dragon egg, and soon, a small thing wrapped in mucus, gray all over, as if it were a puppy, broke the eggshell and stretched its head out from the hole.

It opened its mouth without any teeth, breathed the air outside the dragon egg, and then let out a "poof, poof, poof" sound like a frog, spitting a mouthful of thick saliva at Borch, who was closest.

Seeing the young dragon born, Borch was even more excited than her mother, danced a few times, and then licked the young dragon a few times with his tongue, happily saying to Wayne: "Haha, congratulate me, my friend, my child is born, I am a father." Looking at the gray little young dragon, since Borch himself didn't care about this happy father thing, Wayne of course wouldn't say anything more.

He carefully stepped forward, carefully observing this little female dragon who should be named Saskia in the future, and then sincerely expressed his congratulations and blessings to the Borch couple.

Who would have thought that in less than twenty years, the little young dragon in front of him would grow up and then rule Aedirn, this country composed of multiple races, by chance?

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At the same time, in the camp stationed at the foot of the mountain.

Accompanied by Yennefer, Geralt successfully mixed into the dragon-slaying team organized by King Niedamir.

And in the team, he also saw the competitors in this operation: Knight Eck of Denesle, Yarpen Zigrin's dwarf team, and the Crinfrid Reavers trio.

Except for Knight Eck, who kept kneeling on the stone and praying to the sky, the dwarf Yarpen and the Crinfrid Reavers brothers obviously didn't welcome the arrival of the sorceress Yennefer. From the first meeting, they used a voice that everyone could hear to mock, and this disgust was quickly passed on to Geralt.

The arrogant sorceress didn't even look at those rude dwarves and reavers, and under the leadership of a fat steward named Gyllenstiern, came to the young king's tent.

The weird-looking witcher Geralt was naturally blocked outside the tent. For this, Yennefer was quite dissatisfied.

After some negotiation, the sorceress whispered to Geralt: "This king is an arrogant young man, not difficult to deal with. However, witcher, those rude dwarves and shameless reavers outside are your opponents."

"Go, talk to them, understand their weaknesses, and after I come out, tell me the news you found out."

Geralt looked at Yennefer helplessly upon hearing this. His dream lover was still so strong and full of desire for control. Everyone around her had to act according to her orders, otherwise, they would get a roll of eyes or a scolding.

However, the White Wolf knew in his heart that this attitude of not being an outsider was a kind of intimacy she only had for her own people.

When facing those nobles or wealthy merchants and noble ladies, Yennefer would instead become a gentle, thoughtful, and sweet-talking intimate friend.

He shrugged, not daring to refute Yennefer's order. The departure without saying goodbye years ago had caused great harm to Yennefer. She was still in a state of extreme anger, but in order to achieve her purpose, she didn't explode at Geralt.

If he dared to talk back, maybe the sorceress would do it directly here, use magic to turn him into a mouse running around, or throw him directly into a dung pit, who knows.

Geralt held his steel sword, nodded to Yennefer, and after the sorceress entered the king's tent, he walked towards the position of the dwarves and reavers with somewhat reluctant steps.

Before he could get close, the youngest man among the reavers spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, cursed a few words in a low voice, and then said to his other companion: "Fucking shit, my luck is too bad. Yesterday was a fool shoemaker who thought he poisoned the green dragon, and today a white-haired witcher came."

"It's really shit, a combination of a witcher and a sorceress, is there anything more disgusting than this?"

The eldest of the reavers, Boholt, slapped his younger brother on the head and said:

"Your fucking mouth offends people every day. Witchers are not easy to mess with. They have two swords, and now they have the support of a despicable sorceress. If you force a few more words, maybe we will have to take out our swords and fight a battle before we see the green dragon."

The dwarf Yarpen laughed and said to his dwarf companion beside him: "This shitty king is still a stingy ghost. He hides in the tent to eat venison and beef, and as a result, he gives us rat meat to eat."

"Damn, he doesn't even let us drink enough wine, and he actually wants us to sell our lives for him. Humans are as stupid and greedy as ever, especially these inbred nobles."

"I haven't seen a few smart guys."

(End of chapter)