Whispering Verse

Chapter 2895 Dragon and Man

In the 308th year of the Common Calendar, it was another snowy winter, just like when the light and shadow began. However, the position of the dragon egg was far away from the initial position after 81 years.

The heavy snow buried the dragon egg again. In the deep forest where no one was, the snow seemed unusually heavy.

But the wild wolf that came to look for food in the vast snow still found it out of the snow. Perhaps one of its ancestors had done something similar.

The size of the dragon egg did not change from the original, but the color of the surface was slightly pale. Just now, Grandma Cassandra had said that this was a sign that the egg was about to break.

The wild wolf tried to bite it a few times, but it could not break the dragon egg that was older than it. So it tried to smash the egg again. After charging, a collision made the egg shake and roll in the snow a few times.

The wolf walked over on the snow to see how his attempt went, but the egg shook violently, and it was so scared that it ran away with its tail between its legs.

The egg was indeed shaking in the snow because of itself. It probably felt that it had no chance of hatching, so it shook itself desperately at the last moment of its life.

The wolf just pushed it to the edge of the snow slope, and under the shaking, the dragon egg rolled down the snow slope. Although the snowflakes were very soft, there was a big tree with a waist thicker than Shade at the bottom of the snow slope. In its current state, it would probably break if it hit it.

Due to its own physical properties, the dragon egg did not stick to the snowflakes while rolling down, so the egg rolled faster and faster at a very fast speed, and it was about to hit the tree.

Ajelina held Dorothy's hand tightly because she was too nervous. Fortunately, a slightly raised stone on the snow slope made the egg fly up in a high-speed rotation.

It drew a parabola and fell into the bare crown of the tree. After several collisions with the branches, it fell back into the soft snow. The crown of the tree shook because of the collision just now. In addition to the snowflakes accumulated on the branches falling down, white mist suddenly emerged in the snow.

"Is this the original appearance of this tree hole? Is the egg going to travel through time?"

Xiwei whispered.

The dragon egg was wrapped in the white mist, so the picture became a white and even a little dazzling. But the mist soon dissipated, and the egg was still under the ancient tree. It's just that the tree looks more upright now, with lush green branches and leaves on the crown.

The surroundings are no longer the midwinter with heavy snow, but the vibrant woodland in the midsummer.

The egg lay there alone, and the time beside it became 1457, which is 22 years before the second year of the tree hole, 1479.

After several days and nights of rapid changes, footsteps were heard, and a young man wearing boots and holding a cane passed by, pushing aside the grass. In an inadvertent glance, he saw the half-meter-high giant egg.

"Time is still!"

Xia De pointed at the screen, and unexpectedly, the spell was successful, and the floating light and shadow actually solidified. He heard a small complaint from someone, so Xia De pretended not to hear it, and asked everyone:

"Does anyone recognize this face? It looks like the face of a northerner."

The frozen picture showed the face of the young man, and the witches all shook their heads. Four hundred years ago, cameras had not yet appeared, and even if oil paintings were preserved, they would inevitably be distorted, not to mention that not everyone could leave behind oil paintings, so no one knew who this was.

"It looks very similar to the face in an oil painting at my uncle's house."

Only Ajelina said so, but she was not very sure.

Xia De lifted the magic and let the picture continue to flow. The young man who found the giant egg was startled. He ran back into the bushes and saw that the egg was motionless. Then he walked over carefully.

He seemed to be quite interested in the egg. He touched it and knocked it a few times. Although he was scared again when he found that the egg would shake gently, he did not run away immediately this time. Instead, he studied it for a while before leaving.

Fast forward, when the light in the shadows came from noon to afternoon, the young man who left came back with a wheelbarrow commonly used by porters. It took him a long time to successfully load the egg onto the cart, and then pushed the egg away.

The picture continued to move with the egg, and the egg was transported to a cabin in the forest. The cabin did not look like a resting place for hunters, but more like a temporary holiday place built by rich people in the forest.

The egg continued to shake, trying to move towards the fireplace. After a laborious "communication" with the egg, the man put it there.

After working hard to light the fireplace, the egg finally stopped trembling when the flames began to lick the eggshell. The flames were slowly injected into the egg as if it was absorbed by it. The man, who was very curious about this, stayed by the fire all night.

When the dawn of the next day came, the egg's originally fragile skin had recovered its thick appearance.

After that, time moved forward again. The man could not have stayed here forever. He suddenly disappeared one day and did not appear the next day, leaving only the lonely egg lying alone in the ashes of the fireplace.

But when autumn came this year, a man in a hunting suit opened the door of the cabin again. He was surprised to see that the egg was still here, so he lit the fire again. After going hunting, he sat in front of the fireplace that night, eating the prey and telling the egg about his life.

Because time flows very fast, he spoke at an alarmingly fast speed, but everyone present except Agelina was at least a middle-level person, so the people at the table also heard that he was indeed a member of the Jindel family.

At this time, the Jindel family had already bred a generation in Ximu Town, so the young man was born in Ximu Town and did not know his distant hometown in the north.

Time continues to move forward, and starting from 1457, men will come to the woods to live alone for a period of time every spring and autumn. Even in 1459, he temporarily hid the dragon egg, then hired workers from the town to renovate the hut and added a stove that could burn for a period of time even if the owner was away for a long time.

Because of the careful care, the dragon egg started to show signs of hatching in the fifth year after it was picked up by the man. This was almost impossible in the eyes of Granny Cassandra who was familiar with strange creatures:

"That egg was so badly damaged in the early stage that it should theoretically have no chance of hatching. Maybe it's really a miracle."

But the egg that seemed to be hatching from 1462 never actually hatched. Year after year, time flashed quickly in the light and shadow. The appearance of the dragon egg had not changed, but the man was getting older and older.

From the perspective of the people in the banquet hall, only five minutes have passed, but the young man has turned into middle age. He still maintained the habit of going into the woods every spring and autumn, and had long since adapted to caring for the egg and telling it his troubles.

The accelerated time finally stopped again in 1479. At this time, 22 years had passed since the dragon egg was picked up by a man. The dragon egg itself had experienced 103 years, and 1252 years had passed since it first appeared in the middle of winter.

In the spring of this year, the man who was already showing signs of aging came to the woods alone as usual. On his third night here, the sound of clicking woke him up from his sleep.

He woke up from the bed in the wooden house and walked towards the fireplace where the sound came from. He saw cracks on the dragon egg that was shaking violently.

The surprised man subconsciously wanted to retreat, but immediately stepped forward again:

"Do you need my help?"

he asked, over the years he had mastered the skill of judging the other person's meaning by the shaking of the dragon's egg. After determining that the egg did not need help, he sat down in front of the fireplace with his clothes on, and then continued to put charcoal and firewood into the fireplace to make the flames of the fireplace more intense.

He waited expectantly, just like the night he picked up the egg. But he was no longer young after all, and soon fell asleep in the light of the fire.

At dawn that day, as the little claws tore the eggshell apart, the dark "little dragon" was finally truly born into the world.

In the light and shadow, the dragon beast that emerged from the eggshell was not as deformed as Shade had imagined. Although it is not very good-looking, at least it is not ugly from a human aesthetic point of view, and it is at the level of ordinary street cats and dogs.

The hatched black dragon beast, still covered in mucus, fell into the fire. The man who was awakened was so frightened that he hurriedly got the fire tongs to rescue it, but found that it was not injured in the fire.

The wings attached to the back finally opened with great effort, and then it flew up unsteadily, and then crashed into the man's arms. The man hugged the newborn little guy with a look of surprise on his face:

"I knew you would be able to hatch. Look at what you look like now. I'm going to give you a name. How about Kingsley? Kingsley Kindall! That's the name of my eldest son who died young, but you will definitely be able to hatch." Thrive!"

"Oh~"

Agelina at the table looked at this scene and sighed softly:

"At least up to this point, it's a really nice story. But think about how this little dragon will turn into something so crazy and disgusting in the end."

Then she didn't dare to continue talking because the witches at the table all looked at her. Of course everyone knows the ending, but no one wants to hear Agelina say it again at this time.

The hatched dragon beast looks very similar to a real baby dragon, and the bloodline it inherits from the other parent is not obvious. The man was just an ordinary person, but he also understood that this thing might be a dragon, so he prepared fresh meat and fruits for "Kingsley" to fill the little guy's stomach.