Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Safe travels!"

In front of the ruins of the hut on the edge of the snow line, Clark waved goodbye to the dwarf Mim.

However, as soon as he turned his head, the smile on Clark's face disappeared instantly.

Midget meme? I'm afraid it's the dwarf Mime!

The former is nothing more than a poor man destroyed by a dragon.

The latter was actually a despicable villain who helped the giant to obtain the Ring of Ein from his brother because of his greed.

That's right, although Clark had told Fleur the story about "La Yin's Gold" before, there was actually more content that had not yet been revealed.

Many of these contents may not matter, but some details are worth pondering.

For example, Siegfried, the hero who finally killed the dragon, relied on the divine sword Grammer, and this divine sword was handed over to Siegfried's father through Siegfried's mother by a one-eyed wizard. of.

This divine sword was broken in the hands of Siegfried's father, and was finally forged and repaired by Siegfried's adoptive father, Mime.

Yes, this Mime is the dwarf who just said goodbye to Clark.

In the near future, he will not only adopt Siegfried, the hero who slayed the dragon, but will also give his adopted son a bowl of poison after Siegfried slays the dragon.

Combined with the fact that the dwarf Mim initially helped the giant kill his brother, it can almost be concluded that his thoughts have always been on the Nibelung ring that contains powerful magic.

So Clark guessed that this guy would definitely not stay away from the evil dragon, and his greed would prompt him to stay here.

At the same time, he will definitely think hard and find a way to kill the evil dragon.

And things were just as he expected. With the help of [Reading Object] and [Time Stamp], he successfully found the traces of the dwarf Mime and came into contact with him.

When Clark knew the details of Mime, but Mime didn't know Clark, he successfully took the weapon that could kill the dragon from the opponent's hand.

Now, all he has to do is wait for him to slay the evil dragon and obtain the treasure before he can leave this illusion and officially complete the game.

Clark held his sword upside down,

Following the method told to him by the dwarf Mime, he returned to the foot of the mountain, then walked upstream along the Rhine River, and soon found the entrance to the cave where the evil dragon was hiding.

It is said to be a cave, but the entrance is a triangular portal formed by two sloping and collapsed peaks.

The melted snow water flowing down from the top of the snow mountain fell from the top of the portal, forming a curtain of water.

Clark carefully walked through the water curtain, but was not attacked by the evil dragon as he imagined.

He did not relax his vigilance and continued walking along the passage behind the cave entrance.

The entrance to the cave is huge, and the road slopes gently downwards.

Clark walked down, like a dwarf straying into the realm of giants.

In the process of going deep, he occasionally found many traces of friction and scratching on the stone walls of the cave.

Based on this alone, Clark could imagine how quickly and powerfully the evil dragon moved violently through the cave.

Clark's steps became lighter and lighter, and the psychic power that could block and isolate his own breath was also set on his body.

Just like that, as he went down, the surrounding temperature began to rise, and he felt that it was getting warmer and warmer here.

"Is there some light in front of me?" Clark thought to himself.

He was right. As he went deeper, the light in the originally dark tunnel became stronger and stronger, making him more certain.

It was a redder and redder light, getting brighter and brighter as the temperature rose.

Wisps of steam drifted past Clark, causing him to start sweating all over.

A sound also began to dance in his ears, sounding like water boiling and bubbling in a boiler.

At the same time, there was a sound similar to the roar of a big cat, which made people's hair stand on end.

Later, the sound slowly turned into the snoring sound of some huge monster snoring in its sleep.

When he turned the last corner, Clark stretched his head and finally saw the lowest level of the cave dug by the Nordic dwarfs in the mountain.

It was pitch black here, and Clark couldn't tell how wide it was. However, in the center of the bottom of the cave, Clark spotted the figure of the Hungarian Horntail.

No! What appeared in front of Clark at this time was no longer a Hungarian Horntail.

Under the blessing and pursuit of the illusion, its bloodline has been strengthened and returned to its ancestors like never before.

At this time, its body was extremely huge, almost twice its original size. Its whole body was also covered with dark red hard scales the size of a dining table. The sharp horns on its head were curved and bifurcated, and the black spikes on its back extended to on the tail.

Obviously, the red light Clark saw just now was the light emitted by the evil dragon Fafnir!

Such a ferocious and terrifying image has overlapped with the black dragon and red dragon of the DND world in Clark's memory.

It seems that the legend in the DND world is correct. The dragon is indeed an invader from outside the universe.

Their existence seems to have left traces in all the worlds.

Clark held his breath, put the dragon-slaying sword on his back and carefully slid it down a gap on the edge of the wall.

As the distance increased, the appearance of the evil dragon Fafnir gradually became clearer.

The huge black dragon just lay there quietly, sleeping undisturbed.

Wisps of black smoke with a sulfurous smell came out from its sharp teeth and nostrils. It seemed that when it slept, the fire in its belly was not so strong.

Under its limbs and tail, as well as throughout the cave, are filled with all kinds of gold, silver, jewelry, and magic props.

There are gold and gems that have not yet been minted, artworks that have been carefully crafted, and magical instruments that are filled with magical aura.

These treasures are exactly the props used by Clark to evaluate the score in this competition, and they can also be taken out of this illusion.

It's just that at this moment, they are all stained with a layer of bright red, strange light like blood and fire.

The dragon Fafnir folded his wings, looking like a mixture of a giant bat and a lizard.

It was sleeping on its side, so Clark could see its pale belly pressed against the priceless bed.

Because its belly had been pressed against these treasures for a long time, many gems and gold were stuck in its belly and decorated its body.

On the wall behind Fafnir, you can vaguely see chainmail, helmets, axes, swords, guns, swords and halberds and other weapons used by dwarves hanging on the wall.

In the same place there were many large urns containing countless amounts of gold.

Outside the illusion, the little wizards in the stands also saw this scene.

To say that they forgot to breathe is actually not an exaggeration at all.

After all, in human language, there is no language to describe their excitement and excitement, even if they have just watched it three times, it is still the same.

This brilliance, this temptation, this unparalleled wealth of gold and silver jewelry, completely exceeded their imagination. Compared with this, the underground vault of Gringotts can only be regarded as a younger brother.

No wonder so many people are fascinated by the legendary Nibelung treasures.

There was an uproar in the auditorium. The little wizards were fantasizing about what they could do with so much money, and they were worried about Clark's current situation.

Compared with the three games they had watched before, the dragon Clark faced now could be said to be the most powerful and vicious.

Clark in the fantasy world had no way of knowing about the discussions of the little wizards outside, and he didn't care at all.

Now, he has to do what he has to do...

However, Clark just took a step forward and accidentally stepped on a gold coin scattered on the ground. The evil dragon that had been sleeping just a moment ago suddenly snorted.

Fine sparks mixed with black smoke sprayed out from the dragon's nostrils, and the gold coins that touched it instantly melted into flowing gold liquid.

Before Clark could take a few steps back and hide, the evil dragon lying there had already opened its yellow eyes amidst the sound of gold coins.

"I smell the thief's breath!"

The black evil dragon raised its head, put its two front paws on the ground, opened its huge mouth to the little boy standing in front of it, and spoke.

The fire dragon can talk!

Such a weird scene opened the eyes of the little wizards outside the fantasy world.

You know, in the previous three games, the three warriors immediately jumped on the evil dragon as soon as they saw it, without giving these big guys a chance to die from talking too much.

"Ah, look what I found? A human!"

The evil dragon lowered its huge head covered with ferocious spikes, and the yellow beast boy stared at Clark fiercely.

"I smell a familiar scent from your body. Tell me, are you here for these treasures?"

Clark said calmly under the ferocious gaze of the giant beast.

“Oh no, the mighty Mr. Fafnir, I’m not here to get a gift.

I just want to see you and prove whether you are as powerful as the legend. I really don't believe the description in the legend. "

"what about now?"

The dragon Fafnir seemed a little flattered, but he was not stupid enough to believe anything the other party said.

"Oh, Lord Fafnir, the greatest and noblest among the ferocious beasts, those songs and legends are not one ten thousandth of the truth!" Clark replied with a smile.

"For a thief and liar, you are quite polite!" the evil dragon said, his eyes lingering on the hilt of the sword exposed on Clark's shoulder for a while, "You seem to be familiar with me, but I have never smelled you before. The smell, please allow me to ask about your origin and name, can you?"

"Of course!" Clark said, "I come from the distant Eastern Tang Dynasty. My road passes through mountains, across plains, and across rivers."

"I believe," said Fafnir, "that I have never smelled anything like you before!"

"I am the collector, keeper and disseminator of knowledge, and a good friend of all wise men."

"This name is so cute!" the evil dragon said contemptuously: "But a wise man may not protect you."

"I exorcise demons, slay basilisks, dance in the desert of death, and swim in the vortex of time."

"This is much better!" said Fafnir. "But don't let your imagination get ahead of you!"

…

This is the way the evil dragon speaks, and it is the information Clark obtained from the fragments of the Godhead of the [God of Knowledge].

Generally speaking, if you don't want to say your name directly and you don't want to be rude and reject them, you usually have to say it this way.

No dragon can resist the temptation to play riddles and waste time figuring out the content. For them, who have a long life, this is an excellent way to waste time.

So even if Fafnir wanted to swallow the little thing in front of him, he had to wait until he understood enough and solved the doubts in his heart before he started to take action.

"Excellent, wise brave man!" it said loudly: "Maybe you have experienced many adventures and resolved many crises, but I am willing to give you a piece of advice: Never deal with dwarfs!"

"Dwarf!" said Clark, pretending to be surprised.

"Stop pretending!" Fafnir said, "I know what a dwarf smells like, and no one knows them better than me."

"Those guys never gave up, like flies," he continued.

"Tell me, right?

Well, that's their style, like rats in the ditch.

I think they must be hiding safely outside and it's up to you to do the dangerous work of stealing that thing away when I'm not looking.

You are all working for them, right?

What will you get? A fortune? Do you really believe that! If you can save the dog's life, you should be laughing! "

Fafnir laughed. It seemed that in addition to having a strong body, he also had a clever mind, was very scheming, and was good at playing with people's hearts.

But Clark would not be angry because of his simple sowing discord, because he never believed the dwarf from the beginning to the end.

Of course, he would not tell the evil dragon this, he still said very calmly.

"No! You are wrong, Mr. Fafnir.

I'm telling you, gold and treasure are just bonuses. I traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers to come here to seek justice for the souls who lost their lives in your mouth! "

The dragon Fafnir laughed so loudly that the earth began to shake.

"Seeking justice!" He snorted, and the red light in his eyes shrouded the entire hall in blood-red light.

"Another fool who was bewitched by so-called legends. The dwarf kingdom has been destroyed for so long, and who of their descendants dares to take revenge?

Here, I can kill if I want, eat if I want, and no one can stop me. "

He waved his huge wings and boasted:

"My scales are like ten overlapping steel shields, my fangs are like swords, and my claws are like spears and halberds.

With a flick of my tail, mortals are struck by lightning; with a flick of my wings, sand and rocks fly from heaven to earth.

Just my breath is enough to bring death! "

"Oh, is it so?"

Clark smiled, took off the sword from his back and took it in his hand.

"I do not believe!"

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