Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

It is not difficult to find the Golden Blade Tyrion. You only need to stay at the Royal Martial Arts Arena in Winter City.

Lucian squatted here for three days.

He also risked his life for Jinshan.

Eating, drinking, having sex, and whoring were all done near the martial arts stage.

Until the evening of the fourth day.

A ray of golden light fell from the sky, like a thick golden thunderbolt falling to the ground. This behemoth converged its dragon wings, and gradually shrunk into a human form. It was a knight wearing golden armor.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Hearty laughter floated in the wind.

"Sword Master, I have gained something recently, and I am here to learn from you again today!"

The words just fell.

A flash of blood swayed in the center of the martial arts arena.

Lucian only felt a pain in his eyes, as if he had been pricked by a needle. He quickly closed his eyes to calm down, but he saw an old man with gray hair and wearing black heavy armor standing opposite Tyrion, with his bright eyes. There are traces of countless years engraved in it. The ancient long sword in his hand seems to have been stained with rust, but it just stands there like an unsheathed sword.

Blood Soul Sword Master——Clement.

One of the guardians of the Winter Empire, an existence as famous as the demigod Titan. No one knows how powerful this sword master is. Anyway, he has lived for more than a thousand years, which is much longer than the legend.

And the background of this sword master is not small.

He was the most trusted steward around King Winter more than a thousand years ago. When King Winter achieved his highest achievement, his strength was already legendary. Later, it seemed that he also had a chance to become a god, but he chose to stay and protect the Winter Empire. , give up and become a god.

"I've just finished eating. Please do some exercise."

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword.

Lucian only saw a flash of blood, and then he could only see the golden blade Tyrion parrying in a hurry. The golden light flashed in the martial arts arena, but the speed of the golden light was much slower than the blood light, and it could not collide. Ten times, the golden light flew out. This time Lucian saw clearly. Tyrion fell and rolled to the edge of the martial arts arena.

"Not bad, I reluctantly let me move my wrist, and then I can practice again, and then I can play with Malram [Titan King]."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "whoosh" sound.

The figure of the old sword master has disappeared.

A champion-level golden dragon is only worthy of being used as a tool to move the wrists. It is difficult to guess the strength of the sword master. Lucian sighed for a while and hurriedly ran down from the auditorium to Talion's side.

As a golden dragon, its defense power is the best among all giant dragons, and the golden dragon also has a characteristic that other giant dragons do not have, that is, no matter what race the golden dragon transforms into, its strength will not be reduced or suppressed.

At this moment, Tyrion was lying on his back with his eyes closed.

There was blood seeping from a sword mark on his chest. The sword smashed the dragon scale armor, and the skin and flesh were torn apart. Lucian gasped at the sight.

"Brother, are you okay, brother?"

Lucian poked Tyrion in the arm.

The next second, Tyrion sat up like a fake corpse, laughing wildly: "Hahahahahaha, what can happen to me? But the Sword Master is really strong, and I have made progress this time, hahahahaha!"

"But brother..." Lucian looked at Tyrion, who was spouting blood from his chest, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "You are spewing blood... there is so much blood!"

Tyrion didn't care.

Even though he was pale, he still had a hearty smile on his face.

He patted Lucian on the shoulder: "Hahahahaha! The young dragon blood is strong, you have to learn from me... uh——!"

The words are not finished yet.

Tyrion fainted and fell to the ground with a whimper.

Red-gold dragon blood spilled all over the ground.

Lucian saw this and thought it was okay?

Quickly take out the crystal bottle and clean up the dragon's blood on the ground. These are all gold coins. Even if the golden dragon's blood is not personal blood, it is still very precious.

Half an hour passed.

Lucian licked along the ground.

Then he took Tyrion, who was already chilling, to the Temple of Life.

The female priest of the Temple of Life was not surprised to see Tyrion.

This Mr. Jinlong is a frequent visitor here. He has to be brought here for rescue every three days or two. Sometimes he is carried here by the guards, and sometimes he climbs here by himself. Each time, he pays the medical expenses with a dragon scale. With the help of this man's Contribution, the Temple of Life has never been short of money.

"Just stay on the bed. I'll arrange for the priest right away."

The priest pointed to the bed not far away.

There were also several orcs that had been sucked into mummies lying around, and there was an aura of succubus surrounding them.

"These guys..."

"Oh, overindulgence."

The priest shook his head helplessly.

"If you don't have that diamond, don't get the porcelain job. The medical expenses are paid by the succubus parlor, which is higher than the prostitution fee they give. These orcs don't have a long memory, and they always want to spend money to have more whores. That's the charm." magic!"

Lucian scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

In fact, he had the same idea when he went to the Succubus Mansion.

But he is a dragon, different from these orcs.

Later, most of the succubus halls in the Winter Empire had blocked him, and even many newly opened succubus halls would have signs prohibiting the consumption of dragons.

This is the Winter Empire.

A great country that encompasses everything.

The process of treating Tyrion was not troublesome.

The young and beautiful Priestess first used holy healing to heal the wound, and then took out a bottle filled with the fountain of life and fed it to Tyrion's mouth like a child. Lucian recorded this scene with a photo stone, which is another stroke of history. Business.

"Hahahahahaha!" Tyrion pretended to be dead five minutes later. "Thank you, my brother, although this kind of injury is nothing to me, hahahahaha!"

The golden dragon's laughter echoed throughout the temple.

"No noise is allowed in the temple, get out."

The priest of life holds the scepter, his face covered with frost.

Tyrion: "Yes——!"

Lucian: "..."

The two giant dragons left the temple in despair.

Only then did Lucian have time to describe to Tyrion the grudge between the Lord of the Black Nest and the Emerald Forest, as well as a golden mountain as reward.

"Boss, Jinshan, you and I are two, you are the eldest brother, you take the big head!"

Lucian looked like a bitch.

Tyrion said "hmm", and there was a trace of thought in his eyes.

"There is such an evil dragon invading the Northern Continent. As a messenger of justice, the Golden Blade, I should personally come forward!"

Tyrion said categorically: "But Lucian, the elves in the Emerald Forest are not as kind as you think."

Lucian was stunned when he heard this.

"what do you mean?"

Tyrion had a mysterious face and dangerous eyes.

He asked Lucian to come over and whispered: "When you receive the gold mountain, you must check it carefully to see if it is hollow. We only want the solid one! The solid one is more valuable than the hollow one!!"

Lucian: "...(≖_≖)"