hotmtlnovel Chapter 578: The Stolen Wild Dragon
Chapter 578: The Stolen Wild Dragon
Chapter 578: The Stolen Wild Dragon
Green Hell.
The vast primeval forest stretched endlessly, encompassing mountains, wastelands, and swamps under a star-speckled sky. In an unnamed valley, the ground was strewn with rubble and debris, the remnants of something long forgotten.
Pop!
The sharp sound of a blade piercing flesh echoed through the night. Rhaegar, clad in a black robe with silver hair partially obscuring his piercing eyes, drove the "Dawn" spear into the neck of a dragon-shaped skeleton.
The skeleton was in a pitiful state, with only a thin layer of decayed flesh clinging to the bones. The spear penetrated a section of the neck that bore clear signs of gnawing, leaving behind a charred stain on the bone.
"Brother, is this a wyvern?" Daeron asked, his young face illuminated by the small fire he had just lit, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.
Rhaegar pulled the spear free and examined the charred residue on his fingertips. This skeleton had been discovered by chance. Judging by the level of decay and the scorching climate of Sothoryos, the creature had been dead for no more than three days.
"Are there any signs of wild dragons?" Daeron asked, suddenly alert.
"I can’t be sure," Rhaegar replied, picking up a burning branch and moving away from the fire. "It’s getting late. You stay here. I’ll scout the area."
If this were a wyvern’s habitat, traces of wild dragons might be nearby. Daeron hesitated but eventually nodded, staying by the fire as instructed.
"Roar!"
Tessarion lay atop the valley, his gaze fixed on the somber rider below. The dragon’s pupils were wide, and its spirit shone brightly in the night.
...
Rhaegar stepped carefully on the gravel in the valley, the torch in his hand pushing back the encroaching darkness. He noted with interest how wyverns seemed to favor gravelly terrain—something worth sharing with the Dragonkeepers back home.
Hoo—
A gust of night wind swept through the valley, causing the torch's flames to flicker and dance. Rhaegar tilted his head, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. In a concealed corner of the valley, an uneven cave entrance came into view. At the mouth of the cave, a large mound of dried, blackened dragon dung was piled high. The stench was overpowering, a pungent mix of sulfur and decay.
There was no mistaking it—this was the dung of a giant dragon.Alll latest novels at novelhall.com
Rhaegar unsheathed the Dawn Lance, murmuring, "Apologies, old friend," before plunging the spear into the mound.
The blade, a foot long, slid easily into the dung, revealing its interior to be hard and dry, far from the sticky consistency of fresh waste. 'At least three days old,' Rhaegar thought, his eyes brightening as he bypassed the pile and ventured into the cave.
The size of the dung pile caught his attention—it was enormous, nearly half as tall as a man. The dragon that produced it must have been truly massive. 'It could be the wild dragon I encountered in the Sea of Dorne,' he mused, his mind racing as he navigated the dim cave.
Click!
His foot struck something hard, like a round stone. Rhaegar looked down and discovered two colorful wyvern eggs partially buried in the sand.
...
It was midnight. The campfire blazed brightly, the crackling flames driving away the relentless mosquitoes. Rhaegar returned to camp, walking slowly and cradling two wyvern eggs in his arms.
"Brother," Daeron greeted him, taking the wyvern eggs as he tended to a steak sizzling over the fire.
"I found a pile of dragon dung. We need to be cautious," Rhaegar said, frowning. He was never fond of playing hide-and-seek with danger.
"It's fine. At least we have a clue," Daeron replied, understanding that their main goal was to find fresh blood for Sunfyre. Discovering signs of wild dragons wasn’t unexpected. After all, the Cannibal itself was once a wild dragon. No one knew whether it hatched on Dragonstone or wandered to Dragonmont, a living volcano, to nest. One day, another wild dragon might follow the scent and fly to Dragonstone.
Rhaegar smiled, his gaze drifting toward the valley where the Cannibal rested. The massive dragon, exhausted from a day of flying, lay sprawled on the ground like a mountain of coal, its eyes closed in deep slumber.
With a misstep, Tessarion’s wings failed to catch the ground, and it tumbled headlong into a pool of hot spring water, sending a towering wave crashing against the cave walls.
"Roar... Roar..."
Panic gripped Tessarion as it choked on a mouthful of the steaming water, nearly drowning in the process. The heat, however, kept its blood simmering, preventing the shock from overwhelming it. In a frantic scramble, it clambered out of the sulfurous pool, dripping wet and trembling.
As Tessarion lifted its head, it froze in awe. The cave was vast, its walls adorned with rope-like roots descending from above, and glimmering crystals embedded in the stone. In the center of the cave bubbled the hot spring, its white steam rising like ghostly tendrils.
"Roar?" Tessarion's pupils dilated as if it had stumbled upon paradise. Entranced, it began gnawing on a shiny crystal, oblivious to everything else around it.
The cave was connected to the earth’s molten core, and the searing heat reminded Tessarion of Dragonmont. It pranced about, splashing in delight, but then, without warning—
Crack!
Tessarion's snout, full of crystals, stepped on something unusual. It turned to find a dark mass of dragon dung beneath its claws. The hardened outer shell of the dung had cracked, and as Tessarion lifted its cobalt-blue claws, a sticky, hot mess oozed out. Two eggs—one black, the other yellow—rolled away, narrowly avoiding its claws.
"Roar?" Tessarion's pupils contracted, and it lowered its head, spotting a broken eggshell beneath its claws. The shell was green and white, with the egg’s contents now mixed with dragon dung and mud.
It's broken!
Tessarion’s head tilted in confusion, its scarlet tongue flicking back and forth as if trying to understand the situation. But before it could process what had happened, danger closed in.
"Roar—"
A roar, full of rage, echoed through the night, and a blast of hot wind surged into the cave, as powerful as a thousand-ton force. Tessarion’s cobalt-blue scales bristled with fear, sensing the imminent threat.
In desperation, Tessarion spat out the crystals and quickly snatched the black dragon egg into its mouth. Panic-stricken, it scrambled up the cave walls, its wings clawing at the earth as its belly scraped against the rough surface, leaving deep furrows in its copper-colored scales.
Before the cave’s true master could return, Tessarion bolted out of the cave, fleeing into the forest. In its haste, it unleashed a burst of cobalt-blue dragonfire, igniting a towering pine tree into a blazing torch. Terrified, it flew in the opposite direction, flapping its wings furiously.
Moments later, the night sky filled with howling winds.
"Roar!"
A dark green shadow streaked across the sky and descended upon the cave like a falling star. The impact was immense, forming a deep crater as the enormous dragon landed. The ground trembled as dust and debris scattered.
The wild dragon’s pupils were ablaze with murderous intent as it plunged its bare head into the cave, searching frantically. But what it found only fueled its rage. Half of the dragon dung was crushed, and only the yellowish dragon egg remained intact.
"Siong!"
The wild dragon let out a heart-wrenching cry, a mix of anguish and fury. Its desire for revenge now consumed it. With a savage growl, it withdrew its head and glared at the trees ablaze with cobalt-blue dragonfire.
Hoo hoo hoo...
After a deep, furious inhale, it locked onto the direction in which Tessarion had fled. Without hesitation, it spread its massive, milky-yellow wings and soared into the sky.
"Roar!"
The dragon’s roar shook the entire primeval forest, sending birds and beasts fleeing in every direction. Tessarion, realizing the gravity of what it had done, glanced back in terror and flapped its wings even harder.
Boom!
Suddenly, a blazing ball of fire fell from the sky. A colossal, moss-covered green dragon, as large as a mountain, loomed above the clouds. Its fangs were razor-sharp, and its mouth gaped wide, dripping with foul-smelling saliva.
Tessarion’s pupils constricted in fear as it caught sight of the monstrous dragon, its maw gaping with malice, saliva glistening ominously in the moonlight.