The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

In the blink of an eye, it is March with the gentle spring breeze.

After bidding farewell to the three sphinxes and leaving, Carol and Leona soon received notice from the academy and returned to teach at the Royal Capital Magic Academy.

Vivian also resumed her daily classes, attending classes with Hermione during the day and only coming back at night.

Coupled with the moment they returned to their hometown, the entire Castle of Justice suddenly became a lot quieter, with only Tina and Ron remaining.

But luckily, Tina herself is more than equal to the excitement of the four of them.

However, this kind of excitement is a little different from before.

At this time, the empty corner of the living room

"Hey hey hey, I finally caught you."

Tina's eyes flashed red and she raised her hands high. It was as if a monster suffering from madness cracked its lips and smiled evilly.

In her hand, a rainbow dragon that was "powerless to struggle" was holding aloft the French military salute.

"It's not good to do this kind of thing in broad daylight."

Ron said helplessly as he looked at the golden dragon girl with a certain desire in her eyes.

There's no way, Tina is no longer the ignorant girl she was before who could only talk.

During Vivian's absence, Ron must be vigilant of each other's every move, otherwise the golden dragon lady who eats marrow and knows taste is very likely to take the opportunity to drag him into the room that represents the "fire", and conduct a cruel and cruel attack. Gut war.

Hmm. Occasionally, he would throw himself into a trap, but the result would always be that Ron looked tired the next day, while Tina looked refreshed and rosy.

Sure enough, there was no plowed land, only exhausted cows.

Fortunately, Shirley has been suffering from a sudden drop in orders for "Hearthstone" in the Orc Kingdom recently, and is working overtime day and night to research information and promotion methods.

Otherwise, the strange heather smell that often appears in Tina's room would have been discovered by Miss Silver Dragon, who has a keen sense of smell.

By then, who knows how Shirley will react when she discovers that her best friend is stealing food. Anyway, Ron doesn't want to face two "young and energetic" little female dragons just yet - that may mean a 24-hour non-stop battle.

It's not impossible, it's a waste of time, and Vivian is still here.

Um.

Speaking of which, Vivian, who has the blood of a Titan and a dragon, is not in generally good physical condition.

After the dragon vein ceremony inadvertently activated the Titan bloodline and went through a period of adaptation, now even the Golden Dragon Tina of the same level is slightly inferior to her in terms of strength.

But obviously, Ron couldn't "match wits" with Tina today.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Listening to the rapid knocking on the door, Tina could only reluctantly put Ron down and instruct the constructed maid to open the door.

In front of outsiders, Jin Longniang will still maintain a certain degree of reserve.

Soon, the visitor was led to Ron.

"Huh? The old king is looking for me?"

Ron was lying on the sofa, enjoying Tina's fruit feeding service, while looking at the person in front of him doubtfully.

The person who came was none other than Quincy, the chief legendary mage beside the old king.

"Yes."

Quincy bowed his head in response, and at the same time, beads of sweat appeared on the top of his head unconsciously.

That was frightened.

"Damn it, how could it be so powerful? Didn't it mean that there are just a few teenage dragons living here?"

"This feeling of oppression is true, it is definitely a demigod! Damn it, when did the king have a demigod dragon?"

Quincy secretly scolded the palace spies for their dereliction of duty, and at the same time forced a smile to explain:

"His Majesty the King said that a major event has occurred that will overturn the situation in Karen. He hereby asked me to come and inform a true dragon and hope to discuss it with him."

After speaking, he raised his head slightly and looked at Tina, who was standing aside with her arms folded and a curious expression on her face.

Well, this is a golden dragon that is about to enter adolescence. It can barely be regarded as the level of a great magister (the strength of a normal teenage golden dragon). It probably is not the target of this mission.

Then there was only the nameless true dragon in front of him, whose aura that he exuded unintentionally brought him as much pressure as the abyss.

Ron ignored Quincy's reaction. After thinking for a moment, he nodded:

"I know, you can go back."

"yes."

Quincy was relieved and quickly saluted respectfully, then opened the portal and disappeared quickly as if he was running away.

Looking at the gradually dissipating portal, Tina turned to look curiously at a certain dragon on the sofa:

"Hey, when did you meet the king?"

Upon hearing this, Ron snorted immediately, raised his head and said:

"It's a joke, isn't it natural for a legendary true dragon like me to have several kings worshiping me?"

"Cut~~~"

Tina pouted.

Although she couldn't stand Ron's arrogant look, she still couldn't help but remind him when he saw that he was going to go on an appointment:

"Hey, you guys have to be careful when dealing with those humans, got it?"

"Um?"

"Grandpa once said that although those human kings are not as powerful as our real dragons, their accumulated wisdom cannot be underestimated."

"I know, I know"

Ron waved his hand and said casually:

"Why are you so verbose now? You are as troublesome as my mother."

Tina's eyes widened, and then she angrily threw herself at the baby dragon on the sofa, yelling:

"Damn bastard Ron, you actually said Tina is trouble! Don't run away!"

"Lianluoluo~~~I can't catch it~~~~Hey, hey, what are you going to do!"

"Elbow! Come into the house with Tina!"

five hours later

royal palace

In a spacious chamber surrounded by stone walls and hung with gorgeous tapestries, the old king sat alone behind a finely carved oak desk.

The candlelight danced in front of him, casting a shadow of his contemplation.

Secret reports were scattered on the table, and the dense handwriting on the crumpled paper seemed extremely heavy.

Outside the window, the silent night sky was dotted with stars, while the moonlight shined through the tall stained glass windows and onto the thick carpet.

The old king frowned, and even the golden scepter he never left his body casually put aside.

Suddenly, a soft glow circulated in the room, and the temperature seemed to rise a bit.

The air was filled with the faint smell of vanilla and incense, and then, a burst of rainbow-colored brilliance condensed in a corner of the room, gradually forming a wide portal.

A tall iridescent dragon whose wings could almost touch the walls on both sides of the room slowly flew out of the portal.

His scales shone in the light, the colors like the rainbow in the sky, and his intelligent and bright eyes revealed a sharpness that could not be ignored.

Although such a sight was enough to scare any mortal, the old king just raised his head indifferently and looked at the rainbow dragon in front of him.

"You're late" he said in a firm voice.

"oh."

Ron's expression didn't reflect the consciousness of others at all, as if everything was taken for granted.

He lazily shrank his body from the battle with a certain golden dragon, flew to the table and picked up a secret report, looked at the dense information on it and said:

"Let me see. Well, the orc kingdom is rebelling? What do you want me to do for such a trivial matter?"

"According to our agreement, you shouldn't disturb me easily until Vivian graduates."

Perhaps his throat was too dry, but Ron's voice at this time was like an ancient double bass, both deep and rhythmic.

The old king stood up, took steady steps, walked to one side of the room, and poured two glasses of aged wine from an exquisite crystal wine glass.

He handed one of Ron's glasses, a gesture that, though trivial, was a sign of respect and trust between them.

The old king's eyes fell on the scattered secret reports:

"You got it wrong. That was yesterday's information. Today's is below."

"Ahem."

Ron put down the outdated information as if nothing had happened, and then picked up another piece of parchment on the table with the title "Urgent!" written on it.

After reading all the information, Ron also rarely frowned:

"What just happened today?"

The old king nodded, a rare worry appearing in his deep eyes:

"Yes, this secret report came from the orc king's capital, Kukunur. In order to send Ovia back, a total of thirteen secret agents paid the price with their lives."

"What about the Orc Kingdom now?"

"All the spies have lost contact. I suspect that the incident has already happened. It's just that the Lionheart royal family has been suppressing the spread of the news until the situation got out of control."

Hearing this, Ron rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.

According to the information, the orc kingdom has completely become a land where monsters roam freely.

A large number of high-level orcs are infected with a disease called [degenerative disease]. A large number of orcs, including the Lionheart royal family, have contracted the disease and degenerated into beasts that walk on all fours. While their strength has skyrocketed, their wisdom has gradually disappeared. There are spies who are proficient in the knowledge of beasts. It is believed that some kind of mutation occurred in their bloodline, causing them to degenerate into a state similar to their ancestor, the Ancestral Beast.

"The Ancestral Beast?"

Ron savored the term proposed in the intelligence, and a hidden history he saw in Oracle Town slowly emerged in his mind.

The orcs of the Karen plane are different from other main material planes. The Karen orcs evolved from the ancestor beasts.

In ancient times, humans, elves, dragons and other races did not exist on the newly born Karen plane. The overlord of the plane at that time was the ancestor beast, which was similar to the current Warcraft, but more powerful.

They have different shapes and abilities. Some of them are comparable in size to giant dragons, while others are as small as a rat or even smaller than a human being.

Later, some scholars believed that after hundreds of millions of years of evolution, these beasts of various shapes gradually evolved into the beasts and magical beasts of Karen today. It is for this reason that they were named Ancestral Beasts - —Meaning the ancestor of all beasts.

The Protozoon ruled the newly born Karen plane with its powerful physical strength. After countless years of evolution, one of the Protozoon tribes began to develop toward wisdom. They lost their thick body hair, scales, and began to stand upright. Walking, using tools - these were the first primitive Cullen Orcs.

Nowadays, the once powerful Ancestral Beasts have long been exterminated by the new ethnic groups, but the Beastmen still exist in the world and even established one of the three major kingdoms.

But this does not mean that the orcs are more powerful than the ancestor beasts.

A large part of the reason for the demise of the Ancestral Beasts was their lack of IQ.

This kind of creature with almost no brain will fight to the death once it becomes enemies, and its mindless attacking rhythm is like a target in front of the traps of elves and humans.

But according to the information sent back by Agent Rose, the ancestor beasts and ancestors in the orc kingdom have undergone tremendous changes - although they have been reduced a lot, they still retain some of the wisdom and thinking ability of the orc period.

This makes them almost perfect killing creatures.

"I'm worried that the power of this mutation will not only destroy the orcs themselves, but may also threaten the safety of the entire plane. After all, according to the royal books, those native beings will kill everyone alive in front of them for their own liking even if they are full. life."

The old king gently stroked the supreme scepter on the table and continued:

"According to this secret report, most of the top brass of the Orc Kingdom have undergone irreversible changes. This is not just an internal crisis, but more likely a comprehensive disaster."

Ron raised a paw, touched the wine glass lightly, tasted the magical red wine and said slowly:

"What about the other small part that has no mutations?"

The old king pointed to a city standing in the desert on the map and said in a deep voice:

"Most of the orcs are summoners. Although there are many strong ones among them, they were still defeated by the attack of the ancestral beast group headed by the Lionheart Royal Family. They should have fled near Halsim now."

"Summoner"

Ron raised his eyebrows slightly. Whether it was the madness of Warcraft or the sudden degenerative disease in the Orc Kingdom, although it would be temporarily affected, the Summoner profession always seemed to be able to avoid completely falling out of control.

"Is it because of the contract that I was spared?"

After thinking about it, Ron could only deduce this.

After all, the illusory God of Contract is also a high-level god, and events on one plane should not be enough to compete with that divine power.

After thinking for a moment, Ron suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him with interest:

"What are you going to do? You're not going to tell me that you want to help your enemy, are you? I remember that the Orc Kingdom invaded the Rose Border a few years ago?"

Old King Yaoyaotou:

"If the orc kingdom collapses, their land and resources will be ownerless, which will not only attract other greedy forces, but may also lead to instability in the entire region."

"so?"

The corners of Ron's mouth curled up slightly.

"so."

The old king's eyes flickered in the firelight:

"We can choose to intervene in this chaos, in order to prevent the spread of chaos in the Orc Kingdom, and return that land to order."

Hearing this, Ron curled his lips disdainfully:

"You are really good at talking. Don't you just want to annex the other party? Why are you talking so nicely?"

The old king did not feel embarrassed at all by being exposed. Instead, he explained seriously:

"Taking the initiative to send troops in peacetime must be based on great righteousness, which can make the people willing to pay everything for it."

After speaking, he paused, and then said softly:

"I think it's time for that kid to start taking the stage."

Ron frowned, tapped the table with his finger dissatisfied, and said coldly:

"You seem to have forgotten that according to the agreement, Vivian will graduate in three years."

In response to this, the old king was uncharacteristically looking at the rainbow dragon in front of him and said without giving in:

"Do you want a king to wait until he ascends the throne to learn how to master the country?"

One person and one dragon looked at each other for a long time.

In the end, Ron turned his head first and snorted dissatisfiedly:

"Tell me, where do you want her to go and become the savior?"

"I have thought about this for a long time, and this is the place I think is most suitable for her to stand on the stage."

The old king wiped the sweat off his head expressionlessly, and then clicked on a location on the map.

Ron's pupils narrowed.

He knew exactly where the old king was pointing.

There is the southern part of Oracle Town, the southernmost part of the entire Rose Kingdom, the junction between the Warcraft Plains and humans, known as the never-ending battle line——

Capachi Defense Line! (End of chapter)