Dragon Clan: Restart your life

The dark-skinned man walked along the sea cliff with firm and powerful steps.

The waves under the cliff hit the cliff, stirring up large white waves.

A flock of seagulls hurriedly passed over his head, as if something was chasing them behind him.

The man stopped and looked back.

The black clouds that caught up with his footsteps spread across the sky above him like a flat tide.

He knew that what was supposed to come would come.

Qilan quickened his pace and continued to walk forward. The sky had darkened due to dark clouds.

This is Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland and the largest seaport in Northern Ireland. It has a temperate maritime climate with clouds, rain and fog, especially in winter.

The shipbuilding industry here has a long history. The famous "Titanic" was built here, so the harbor here is often filled with white sails and flags under the blue sea and blue sky.

"Belfast" comes from the Irish "Béal Feirste", which means the Fast River flowing through the place.

But today, the famous Fast River is only a river crossing the entire city, hidden under the streets.

Those brilliant and dazzling things seem to disappear in time, erasing all the brilliance, leaving only the last name for the memory of the world.

Today, Belfast has become a famous cultural and tourist city. There are museums dedicated to recording Irish cultural heritage. The ancient city walls still remain in the city, and the dilapidated castles in the suburbs tell the stories of the past.

Qilan reached the end of this journey, a two-story building located in a residential area.

He knocked on the door gently, and a middle-aged man's mellow voice came from behind the door, the Irish version of "Who is it?"

Qilan didn't speak. He turned to look at the residential area. Perhaps because it was getting dark, all the houses were lit up with soft and warm lights. These golden lights dyed the dark clouds above their heads, like Plated with a dark golden edge.

It was clear that the city was covered by dark clouds, but under the lights of thousands of houses, it was tinged with a hint of drunken warmth, and the whole world was soft and harmonious under the lights.

The door was opened.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a big beard around his lips. When he saw Qilan, he narrowed his eyes and said with a faint smile: "Young man, who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Abraham, Mr. Edjo led me here to find you." Qilan said, "You are the third person I have found, and perhaps the best one."

"Oh?" Abraham smiled, "Who did you find last?"

"It's Mr. Nip."

"That guy. Have you convinced him?"

"He was convinced by Lord Edjo's letter."

"Edjoe." Abraham sighed softly, "This old guy said so nicely at first, but then he turned around and abandoned his original ideal. Are you ready to return to His Majesty's service?"

"Excuse me, what was your initial ideal?" Qilan suddenly asked.

Abraham glanced at him and didn't hide it: "I have nothing to hide from you. We have been studying our own bloodline for these years just to find the source of the dragon clan, our homeland."

"The source? Have you found it?" Qilan's eyes were bright.

"Unfortunately, we still haven't found it," Abraham said. "At least, it won't be the elemental sea. Back to the topic, you came to me. Do you have something to give me, or do you have something to bring me?"

"To be clear in advance, I'm not as easy to talk to as Nip." He laughed.

The laughter attracted neighbors who were tidying up flowers and plants in the yard across the street.

"Mr. Abraham, is this your nephew?"

"That's right, I'm a distant nephew." Abraham responded with a hearty smile.

Qilan's eyes moved slightly, turned around and said a friendly hello, and whispered: "Mr. Abraham, to be honest, your attitude towards others is beyond my expectation. You are far from the cruelty and bloodthirsty recorded in history." , you are more like humans than dragons."

Abraham smiled half-smilingly and said: "Young man, how dare you comprehensively judge a person based on his first impression? Do you really understand us? I can smell the breath of 'His' on you, so I can completely understand Ai De Qiao’s attitude towards you. But do you really think that we are all so gentle and polite on the surface? "

Qilan was startled.

That being said, it is indeed true.

"You don't understand us at all, so don't judge us easily." Abraham said lightly, "For us, humans are just creatures that are very similar to us, at least compared to other species on this planet. That’s right. We have been living together with humans for thousands of years, and even cats and dogs will develop feelings after being raised for a long time, let alone creatures that are very similar to us?”

"As far as I know, that guy Smith bought an island in his early years and has been supporting the humans on it all these years. He has watched those 'old friends' grow old, sick and die, generation after generation, and he always feels like he really understands humans."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Qilan inexplicably heard the sarcasm in these words.

It seems that this person is very dissatisfied with that Smith's behavior.

Qilan looked around. There were small single-family houses all around. The old man in the next building happened to go out with a bag of garbage. When he saw them standing at the door, he raised his hand and greeted them warmly:

"Abraham, I baked honey bread and lamb, come to my house later to get some! Remember to bring your secret roast in exchange!"

Seeing Abraham nodding with a smile on his face, Qilan's expression became a little strange.

"Don't look at me like that. I learned the secret barbecue when I was traveling in Mexico." Abraham didn't even look at him, but gave the old man a thumbs up, "By the way, Edcho gives Nip a thumbs up." What was written in the letter?"

Qilan thought to herself that she didn't want to ask about the secret barbecue, "There is only one sentence in the letter - this time, it's our turn to do something."

Abraham, who was still waving, looked stagnant.

He took back his hand, and after a while he shook his head and said, "Adjo still can't let go, Nip can't let go, and now it seems Mars still can't let go. What a bunch of idiots."

Qilan said softly: "Senior, have you let it go?"

Abraham said calmly: "They and I are a perfect fool."

Qilan laughed dumbly.

Abraham turned to look in the direction of the city center and suddenly said: "Did you go shopping in the city center when you came?"

"No." Qilan said, "I disembarked from the port."

"That's it." Abraham regretted, "You should go to the city center to see it. This city is called Belfast, where Belfast means the Fast River flowing through here. Unfortunately, to this day, The famous Fast River has dried up and all that is left is the channel that crosses the entire city.”

"Time has really changed so many things."

"But it seems that it has not changed His weight in our hearts."

Qilan was shocked, and turned to look at Abraham himself from the direction he was looking in.

At this moment, Abraham's face was expressionless, but there were indescribable complex emotions in his eyes.

He looked at the dark city center in the distance and sighed in a low voice, but he didn't know whether he was sighing about time or themselves.

That's when.

The dark night clouds above our heads surged, torn, and rolled, flowing and gathering like living things.

Invisible fluctuations sweep across the world from afar, which ordinary people cannot detect, but every creature with dragon blood flowing in its body can clearly sense the call from the distance.

At that moment, the awe of the origin of the dragon clan, hidden deep in the dragon's blood and eternally embedded in the genes, was awakened again.

All over the world, some people suddenly went crazy and knelt on their knees, with tears streaming down their faces, and worshiped into the distance, dominated by the past hidden in the dragon's blood.

The hybrids and dragons with strong bloodlines are also trying their best to suppress the throbbing in their hearts.

At this moment, all the creatures with dragon blood flowing are looking in the same direction, seemingly thousands of miles apart, still witnessing and praising "the awakening of my king"!

Qilan clearly saw Abraham's expression change drastically, as if he had seen something incomprehensible.

He also looked into the distance with palpitations, and countless scattered and gray pictures suddenly appeared in front of his eyes...

[Prophet] activated uncontrollably again!

The biggest characteristic of this speaking spirit is that it is uncontrollable. It is largely a passive speaking spirit. It took Qilan a long time to gradually master this speaking spirit, but many times she would still see the future uncontrollably.

But this time, he saw a completely different picture than before!

The originally planned future seemed to have been forcibly reversed at that moment as someone woke up.

"How is it possible..." Abraham murmured in disbelief, "Is it Frisis or him? Why do their breaths actually blend together?"

"Mr. Abraham, someone woke up just now, right?"

Qilan's face suddenly turned pale, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. It seemed that he had consumed a lot of energy in that moment and was almost unable to stand at this moment.

Abraham ignored him and stared into the distance, feeling the raging aura that was constantly blowing between heaven and earth.

The other party had no cover at all, because at this moment he no longer needed to hide his identity.

Even if all the human conquests in the world at this moment position him as an undying thug, the final result will be the destruction of the world and the destruction of human civilization!

"The Black King...has awakened." After a long time, Abraham gave an ambiguous answer in a low voice.

"Black King?" Qilan's expression suddenly changed, "Is he the Frisius you are talking about?"

"No, it's not Frisis, it's another person who is fused with his flesh and blood, but how could it be him?" Abraham still couldn't understand.

After he calmed down, he looked at Qilan and said solemnly: "You don't know him? He is His Majesty's younger brother, the former earthly king, the prototype of the Black King you know!"

Qilan's face changed.

Abraham seemed worried at this moment, as if the other party's awakening gave him a bad premonition.

"There is definitely something wrong with his awakening." Abraham's face was extremely ugly. "Are you Qilan? Qilan, it's time for you to leave. Go find Edjo and ask him what happened. Frisis is now doing what?"

Qilan said cautiously: "Mr. Abraham, what did you foresee?"

"War! When Frisis stepped on Nidhogg's bones and ascended to the throne, the hatred between the two was far beyond your imagination. The first one to return completely was not His Majesty, but Nidhogg. The war between them will continue again. No one can stop it!"

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72° north latitude, Greenland Sea.

Under the dark night, a figure stood quietly on the sea.

Dozens and hundreds of light cyan auroras hung above his head, changing unpredictably, like a long skirt that could cover the entire sky, with its edges decorated with the thinnest light cyan silk. This rare phenomenon is called the "skirt of the gods" by the Arctic Eskimos.

Ordinary auroras are not qualified to use this name. They must be auroras that fill the sky and remain in a near-stationary state for a long time, just like a goddess's long dress hanging in the night sky.

It’s just after the autumnal equinox, so in theory now is the best time to see the auroras, right now.

The man lowered his head and looked at the sea. Even the gorgeous and beautiful aurora above his head did not seem to catch his eyes.

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply, the golden light in his pupils was as sharp as a blade. For a moment, the surrounding sea condensed and fell into absolute low temperature.

He also felt the fluctuation and "heard" someone's naked declaration of return!

He frowned, as if he couldn't understand how that guy could come back in such a prosperous state.

Only a prosperous posture can support him to tell the world like this.

His body had obviously been "destroyed" by Kungunir, and he was in the same situation as himself. He had a powerful soul but no suitable dragon body. He...

Frisis's pupils shrank suddenly, thinking of some possibility.

Did he take away the egg from his past?

So, it is not the Presbyterian Church that has been spying around Gattuso these years, but him? !

But even if he got the egg, how did he resolve the bloodline conflict, and how did he perfectly integrate the dragon body into himself?

This is by no means a simple rebirth through borrowing an egg...

Frisis took a deep breath, knowing that no matter what the truth was, his plan would definitely be advanced.

…

…

On the uninhabited snow, the vast white covers everything in the world.

The two men, one behind the other, seemed to be the only color in the ice and snow.

The man walking in front suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked around. He was silent for a long time, and at the urging of the man behind him, he slowly said:

"A great being has awakened, and the world is about to fall into turmoil again."

Pompeii looked surprised and asked: "Is this the Frises you are talking about?"

"No, it's the Nidhogg you call him." The man said quietly, "He is back, and Frisius is not far away. Frisius will not let himself stay too late than him, because that will mean die."

"Well, what's Nidhogg's temper like?"

"He was known as the earthly king and the most violent."

…

In Northern Siberia, Ouroboros walked alone on the uninhabited snow.

If you look down on this land from a very high place, you will see that Ouroboros, Pompeii, and Odin are moving in the same direction, and they will definitely intersect at one point on this land.

Sensing the declaration facing the entire world, Ouroboros narrowed his eyes slightly. He was worthy of being the true monarch of the Dragon Clan. This strength and the majesty that came to him had exceeded her expectations.

Although she repeatedly raised her estimate of the two's strength, she still seemed to have underestimated them.

As expected, he still had to find the "Prince" first.

Otherwise, you will not even be qualified to participate in the next festival.