Soul of Burning Steel

The blazing fire illuminates the night sky, and the red light can be clearly seen even from a few kilometers away. Even at the edge of the forest, the hunter can smell the pungent burnt smell.

The smell of sulphur, barbecue and charcoal was not fully burned, so clear that it made his heart shake violently, and he couldn't even think normally.

Looking around, the hunter could only see the burning village, the houses that collapsed in the fire, and the broken bodies of the villagers.

Of course, there is... the dragon.

It is rare to see them on weekdays, and even the dragons that have almost become legends gather in groups and gather in human villages. They tore the corpses of villagers, wantonly destroy houses, breathe flames and lightning, and burn everything.

Seeing this scene, the hunter’s face was flushed with red blood, and the cyan blood vessels throbbed violently next to his temples, and his teeth kept rattling because of fear or anger. The bow and arrow in his hand were tightly tightened by the veins. Hold it tightly, but the hunter's heart is contrary to the extremely angry body, only a piece of cold.

In the mouth of the fire dragon headed, it was his prey, the big wild boar king. He originally decided to distribute its leather and the money to everyone in the village after the hunt was successful. Everyone has always taken care of their family. Otherwise, hunters who often wander in the jungle can't take care of their family.

But now, everything is gone.

The corpse on the soles of the male fire dragon's feet is an old woman who takes good care of him on weekdays. She likes her two children very much and often makes some pies and sends them to their home.

But now, the corpses of the old woman and her son are twisted to the ground, burned by the fire, with painful expressions.

And what was bitten by the dragons on the side was the body of the militia captain who usually competed with him for leadership in the village. This taciturn middle-aged soldier still held his spear tightly even after his death. He seemed to He wanted to resist these dragons and beasts, but it could be seen that he did not succeed.

The excellent vision that made the hunter proud of his daily life has now become a source of pain. He can clearly see every detail of the death of the villagers familiar with it. The swallowing behavior of the dragon beasts made him extremely angry and made him want to attack together regardless of the fact.

But reason told him that no matter which dragon it is, it has the strength of the silver rank, and he can't win anyone.

And the remaining reason is still analyzing the situation.

Male fire dragons, female fire dragons, sleeping dragons and electric dragons, as well as various other small dragon species. Fortunately, there is no trace of a stellar dragon that has wisdom and can release magic among these dragons. However, it is true that the original world dragon and the astral dragon never think that each other is their own kind. The original dragon regards the astral dragon as a powerful food, and the astral dragon regards the original dragon as a lowly hybrid.

And these original dragons, which originally hunted each other, or even their natural enemies, gathered in one place, as close as a family. In the hunter’s eyes, this is really unreasonable and completely unbelievable. I know, apart from others, male fire dragons often prey on other small dragon species. How much meat does humans have? How could it not eat it with so many moving pieces of meat around it, instead hunting for the big wild boar king, whose meat is as hard as steel, and devouring humans who are almost all bones?

But this is not the time to think about this. The hunter walked quickly in the woods, and he came to his home, beside a small river.

On the other side of the river, there were no traces of dragons for the time being, and a few lone houses stayed beside the bank, which formed a sharp contrast with the burning village on the opposite side.

Seeing this scene, a little hope suddenly surged in the hunter's heart.

"Maybe there is nothing wrong! They are still alive!"

He thought so excitedly, and then quickly ran to his home on the other side of the river.

And just aside, in a small house on the other side of the river.

"Stay inside, don't come out, be good, don't make any noise."

A calm voice sounded in the basement of this small room. A sturdy middle-aged woman lay at the entrance of the basement and whispered to her children: "Little Ivan, take care of Amila. There is something in the basement. Water, food, if the house catches fire, pull up the second partition..."

She talked a lot, but a deep dragon roar rang, interrupting her narration.

"Mom, don't say it, come in!" The boy named Ivan hugged his sobbing sister on the shoulders, while comforting him, he asked in a bit of horror: "I can't remember what I said so much..."

"Mom, I won't go in..."

Looking at the small basement, the middle-aged woman took a deep breath. Where did the oxygen in this place support the three people? She understands this very well.

The roar of the dragon sounded again, and the voice was getting closer and closer. The middle-aged woman knew that it was not the time to hesitate, so she showed a decisive smile, quickly kissed the cheeks of her two children, and then took them. Pushing into the depths of the basement, closed the partitions.

"Mom loves you."

As if speaking to herself in such a soft voice, she felt the dragon approaching quickly, so the mother picked up the iron pot and fire stick at home and ran directly outside the door.

While running, she beat the iron pan with a stick vigorously, making a noisy noise. At the same time, she cursed loudly at the dragon: "Come on, look at this, idiot!"

The female fire dragon who was approaching the house was startled by the sound. It was a little cautiously watching this human female who made a huge noise, and her attention was completely attracted.

In the forest on the side of his house, the hunter saw this scene.

He saw that his wife ran out of the house, beating the iron pan, struggling to attract the dragon's attention.

There was no need to communicate, he knew the woman's plan in just a moment.

I really deserve to be the woman I love...

The hunter thought of this in his heart, his teeth clenched, the shame of his lack of ability, and the anger enough to burn his mind appeared deep in his heart at the same time, biting his reason.

Whether it is shame, anger or fear, all negative emotions stem from lack of ability.

Why can't I be stronger? Can you protect your wife, children, and village?

But now is not the time for him to blame himself.

The other male fire dragon seemed to be the spouse of this female fire dragon. It seemed to notice the abnormal movement here, and then took a step towards the direction of the small house.

When middle-aged women sacrifice themselves, they must also lead the dragon away.

And a sense of enlightenment suddenly rose up in the heart of this self-blaming man.

Andre, what are you waiting for?

This is the time.

It seemed that he was aware of the destined fate, and the hunter named Andre was not nervous or panicked. He just realized it suddenly, smiled relieved, and then raised his bow in front of the fire dragon that was approaching step by step. With arrows.

The bow is pulled away.

The arrow shot.

The enchanted arrow glided through the atmosphere, bringing up a light blue streamer in the dark night, and it accurately hit the fire dragon's eye.

There was a violent explosion, and then, the earth-shaking roar appeared in the burning village.

On the side, she is trying to run far away, leading the female fire dragon behind her to the woman further away, looking in this direction as well.

The hunter looked at her.

Then the two smiled together.

The basement in the house.

Ivan could vaguely hear the sound of his mother running out, shouting hard, attracting the attention of the monsters.

In order to lure the dragon away, the mother chose to sacrifice herself.

When he finally realized this fact, explosions and dragon roars sounded not far away. After hearing these sounds, the sister beside him began to sob again, but the sound of sobbing was overwhelmed by herself, and the boy’s There were also tears in his eyes, but he covered his mouth, closed his eyes, and controlled his emotions to the lowest level.

Intense emotions will consume more oxygen. In the basement, oxygen is limited.

These are some of the knowledge that his father said casually when he taught him how to exercise. Because of his mother's actions, Ivan recalled it at this time and applied what he learned.

But even so, his heart was still full of unquenchable doubts and anger.

Why, everyone is living well, why does the dragon that appear in the story suddenly come to our village? Why don't these dragons look for the most suitable prey, but instead come to attack humans?

No one told them, just as no one had noticed, the eyes of these dragons were shining with purple-blue light.

...The next day.

News of the dragon beast attacking the village was sent to the lord's mansion in the main city of Moldavia.

After watching Qiao Xiuya, she fell into a long silence.

(To be continued.)