C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons

When four helicopters landed in the open space outside the school with huge containers hanging, and the containers were quickly transported into the ice cellar for collection, the entire Kassel Academy was boiling.

For such great achievements, the school will never hide it. Photos of the dead dragon started going viral on the Night's Watch forum, half withered bones, half grimacing in appearance, sinister and solemn.

Various press releases appeared on the forum, such as "The Return of the ACE Combination of Slaying the Dragon" (E refers to the Minister of Information), "The Miraculous Survival!" Revealing the Strongest C-Class in Kassel", "The Genealogical Investigation of the Giant Dragon Fafnir", "The Change of the Dragon Slaying Strategy in the New Era"...

This is probably the most normal day in the news department for many years. After all, paparazzi are mixed races, and they are always in awe of real heroes.

It wasn't until ten days later that Luo Yin woke up in the ICU ward.

Fingal was fine. After taking a little extra calcium, he was alive and kicking again. Luckily, Norma didn't photograph the long-scaled version of the useless senior brother, otherwise he would be alive and kicking in prison.

Ye Sheng was not in the center of the royal domain at the time, but he was hit by a dragon's tail and five thunderbolts before, which caused bleeding from multiple organs. Ye Sheng survived by relying on the vitality of the hybrid, and didn't wake up until two days ago. Now lying in the next ward, Aki has been by his side.

When Luo Yin woke up, his mind was in a state of complete chaos, time, space and life were mixed together. He seemed to be still falling, the sun was fading, and he died underground with the dragon.

The memory of a normal person is linear, a river flowing quietly. And his memory entered an ice age, when everything was frozen together and shredded indiscriminately.

The medical staff were helping Luo Yin to transfer to the ward, and they were worried when they saw his absent-minded eyes.

Liu Baifei, Yan Ling, Kassel, Luo Kedi, Birthday Cake, Fafnir... Various fragmented words were running around in his mind.

I have to calm down, I have to calm down.

Concentrating and moving towards the depths of the brain, a clear and stable memory emerges. Since making permanent memories, Luo Yin will burn some important information into his brain every day to prevent accidents.

"I am Luo Yin. My mother is Liu Baifei, and my father is Luo Kedi."

It was his own voice.

"On May 11, 2007, I came to Kassel Academy and met Fingel on the way."

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"On December 14th, I will go to Alabama on the mission of the Ministry."

......

"On December 17, we may encounter dragons."

"December 18, I really don't know what will happen today. This town is so annoying."

The frozen chaotic memory begins to melt, and the river of memory flows again. The mind becomes clear, the backlog of emotions surges.

Her whole body was in so much pain that she couldn't move, and it was difficult to even make a sound. A little voice squeezed out from the depths of the throat, hoarse and deformed.

"Ye Sheng...Finger...Where am I, where am I?"

"You are all doing well. In the best affiliated hospital of the college, you are all doing well."

Luo Yin reluctantly moved his eyes, and the ward he transferred into was filled with the afternoon sun.

Beside the curtain, the principal in a black suit, the old cowboy in a floral shirt, and the bald Manstein.

Fingal changed back into a grey pullover, and Shudoku stood behind Ye Sheng's wheelchair with red eyes. His only employee, Olivia, looked at Luo Yin who was awake in surprise.

The walls were filled with bouquets and cards sent by the student union. The Italian middle school boy was not used to such occasions.

"Also, there's that girl, Erlin! Erlin, does anyone know that girl?"

Luo Yin's face was pale, and there was a hint of hope in his eyes. Even if he had guessed the result, he still did not want to fall into despair.

"She died, Luo Yin. We are sorry." Angers' voice was low and steady.

Ordinary people have absolutely no possibility of surviving in the domain of the ancient dragon. The small truck was completely crushed and torn apart by the royal power. It can only be said that Luo Yin was able to successfully survive from such a terrifying domain center, and to be out of danger and wake up ten days later.

Ye Sheng and Fingal lowered their heads and said nothing.

In the ward, there were only low-pitched and suppressed crying and sobbing.

The old cowboy snapped his fingers, and the others left silently, leaving only the three-person team and Cassel's principal and vice-principal in the ward.

"It's a pity that you missed Christmas, and the gifts you received on Christmas Eve piled up like a mountain. A lot of things happened during the days you slept, some good and some bad.

The vampire of the school board has already taken action. After all, Fafnir is an ancient dragon suspected of being a second-generation species. Their methods are nothing more than vexatious, unreasonable accusations, excessive collateral damage and the like. It's all back, but at a small price. "

"What price?"

"The keel will continue to be stored in the ice cellar, number S070231. As dragon slayers, you each have a 5% share of the keel, and you can apply for a total of 10% for special research.

You were punished for improper actions, the scholarships were cancelled, and you were not allowed to upgrade within a year. "

"That's it." A smile appeared on the faces of the three of them.

"Yeah, that's all." Young people don't need to know about the disgusting negotiation process, they have gone through too much.

Angers looked at the three with a serious expression.

"On behalf of the Academy, I pay the highest respect to the dragon slayers.

Killing Fafnir is of great significance to the Secret Party. It fills a gap in the history of some dragons, and provides knowledge and powerful weapons for future dragon slayers.

Fafnir is an ancient dragon that has survived since ancient times. According to his last words, he was a blood descendant of the White King, a member of the rebel army against the Black King.

His father was the noble descendant Hredmar, and Fafnir killed his father under the temptation of power, devouring its keel and power.

However, he was seriously injured in the process of advancing to the second generation. It can be speculated that the pure fire element on his bone wings came directly from the King of Bronze and Fire, one of the four monarchs, which Fafnir called him. Norton. "

Angers paused.

"For the serious accidental dangers in this mission, the college is not to blame. The Executive Department has begun relevant reforms, comprehensively reducing and reviewing non-staff personnel, and adjusting the task difficulty assessment and commissioner dispatch system.

Your experience has sounded the alarm for the lunatics in the executive department.

In addition, regarding the changes in Fingal during the dragon slaying process, that is a very dangerous technique, so don't go into it. Be careful when dictating the mission report, don't let some people get the hang of it. "

Flamel stood up and patted the pillow by the window.

"Your life is hard enough, get off the bed early! The boss has a dragon lying in the ice cellar. I'll teach you how to make a keel..."

Angers saluted a standard military salute, but unfortunately only Fingal's hand could move, and the gesture of returning the salute was ridiculously wrong.

Two old monsters who have survived since the last era walked side by side in the aisle of the hospital, one was tall and straight, the other was a bit wretched.

"Not bad, your ragged black suit didn't come in handy this time."

"Yeah, it's not bad."

More than a century ago, he also woke up in a white hospital bed, waking up in pain. No companions, only a broken knife.

To embark on the road of slaughtering dragons means to keep losing, losing companions, losing lovers, losing compassion, and losing the ability to grieve.

One day, you'll be hard-hearted, with the wildfire of vengeance burning in your heart; or indulge in adult magazines and alcohol and pretend you don't care.

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A few days later, Luo Yin and Ye Sheng were lying side by side in the ward, and their injuries were slowly improving.

The last bed also welcomed its patient, Chu Zihang.

His left arm was in a plaster cast, and he had two penetrating wounds to his abdomen, which were wrapped in thick bandages. Facial paralysis has no expression on his face, and he even wants to say a good coincidence.

What are you doing... Are they cursed with some strange serious injury in this dormitory?

After inquiring, I learned that Chu Zihang's mission was to destroy an underground organization that illegally traded alchemy items. As a result, the group encountered a large group of dead servants who ran away after taking the evolution medicine. Chu Zihang used Jun Yan to blow up a floor and returned safely with all the commissioners.

If they hadn't killed an ancient dragon, Chu Zihang would have been the most handsome boy in the executive department and had the thickest mission report.

At this moment, Caesar, who successfully completed a C-level task, is still scolding at the student council, and that old guy Frost missed his future.

The three people in the ward looked side by side at the orange-red sunset outside the window, and their thoughts were complicated. Hope tomorrow will be fine.

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