Author's Note: Finally released. It was not easy.
Dragons were a very powerful and intelligent race.
Before the ancient sages came to this world, the dragons were the ruling race of this world. They used to be the masters of all things. Before the ancient sages came, the entire continent was the lair of the dragons. These powerful creatures fought endlessly in the sky, fighting for their own territory.
But after the ancient sages came, everything changed.
No matter how strong dragons were, they could not be compared to the ancient sages' power of creation and the magic toad's ability to move mountains and fill seas. Under the suppression of the ancient sages, the number of dragons began to decrease. More importantly, the ancient sages began to change the orbit of the planet. The climate of the entire planet changed, and it was no longer suitable for dragons to live. The surviving dragons began to look for a place to live in seclusion. The era of dragons gradually passed. Many dragons were hunted by adventurous humans and dwarves. Most of the remaining dragons hid in remote mountains and lived every day in their dreams.
Even so, some strong warriors could still ride dragons and fight. Dragons had the ability to crush armies, burn fleets, and burn cities. They were very threatening creatures. Their abilities were also terrifying. Who would want to be an enemy of a giant fire-breathing monster that could fly?
Now, there were not many dragons left in the world. Except for the dark elves' nest, Nagaros, the high elves' Kaledor Volcano, and the wood elves' Cracked Woodland, the rest of the dragons were either killed or hiding in the mountains.
"There are many dragons sleeping in the volcano of the high elves' Kaledor Kingdom." The Fairy in the Lake controlled Suria's body. She held Laing's hand and sat in the spacious palace courtyard of the Empire. She spoke to everyone. "In prehistoric times, the Elven Empire's Dragon Knights had more than 20,000. They were all riding dragons. These dragons fought with the Army of Chaos endlessly."
"More than 20,000 …" Emperor Karl-franz suddenly felt a little powerless.
He knew the power of dragons, and he also knew the story of the first Phoenix King, "Defender" Alarion.
More than 20,000 Dragon Knights could not defeat the Chaos. In the end, it was the Kaledor Dragon Tamer who could barely expel the Chaos through the Great Maelstrom Project.
The fairy in the lake did not pay attention to the Emperor's words. She naturally continued the topic of dragons.
Due to climate change, the dragon's time of activity would gradually decrease. Furthermore, due to the Battle of Long Beard, the last dragon tamer's family had died out. The once invincible army of elite dragon knights had already become history. The remaining dragon princes could only fight on pure-blooded elven warhorses.
As time passed, the temperature of the Kaledor Volcano gradually decreased. This caused the dragons in the volcano to lose their vitality. One by one, they fell into a deep sleep, and it was even harder to wake them up. It was also because of the decreasing number of true Dragon Knights that the Kaledor Kingdom, which originally had a very high status in the High Elven War Council and daily politics, began to gradually become marginalized. No dragon prince from the Kaledor Kingdom was elected as the Phoenix King. Now, there were almost no dragon roars in the Kaledor Kingdom's palace. There were only scattered and empty footsteps of the dragon princes, echoing lonely in the former glory of the palace.
After the Fairy in the Lake told the story, Laing was still okay. However, both Emperor Karl-franz and Emilia were deep in thought. They thought of more things. The High Elves had fallen from their former glory. If the Old World still pinned their hopes on the High Elves, it would be too foolish.
"Then, why did Madam Suria call that dragon the Silver Moon Dragon?" The Emperor thought that Laing's wife knew a lot, some of which did not seem to be accessible to humans. However, since Tegris had been to the Old World, it made sense that Suria knew so much. The Emperor took this opportunity to ask the question he was most concerned about. "Is there any difference between dragons other than the color of their species?"
"Dragons are creatures that only need to sleep to become stronger." The Fairy in the Lake simply told Emperor Karl-franz some of the history. She held Laing's hand and motioned for him to listen to her. "According to age, dragons are roughly divided into three types: the Scorching Sun Dragon, the Silver Moon Dragon, and the Shining Star Dragon."
Dragons could be classified by age. As they grew older, they would grow bigger, and they would gain better protection and stronger strength.
The Scorching Sun Dragon was the youngest, the most enthusiastic, and the most energetic.
The Silver Moon Dragon was relatively older, and it had more strength and rich combat experience.
The Shining Star Dragon was the oldest and most powerful dragon. It could trample an entire army, raze towns and farms, and eat livestock. Once a Shining Star Dragon was enraged and started killing, almost no creature or hero could defeat it in a seemingly fair battle, including the Chaos Demon.
However, there were only a few Radiant Stardragons. Most of the Radiant Stardragons were immersed in guarding their treasures. Most of them were sleeping in the volcanoes of the Kaledo Kingdom.
The older a dragon was, the stronger and more invincible it was. However, some aspects were reversed. As a dragon grew older, its speed would slow down slightly, followed by its energy. The Scorching Sun Dragon was the most active, while the Shining Star Dragon spent most of its time sleeping. Sometimes, the Dragon Prince would sing dragon songs for five or six days in a row to wake up the ultimate killer. The Shining Star Dragon's response was to roll over and squash the Dragon Prince, yawn, and go back to sleep.
Therefore, the Dragon Princes often focused on how to make the best use of the Shining Star Dragon's terrifying power when it was awake.
"I see …" The Emperor nodded slowly after listening to the long speech of the Fairy in the Lake. He immediately ordered his subordinates to write down the content. "Write it all down!"
"Yes!"
… I've memorized all the division lines …
At the same time, in the capital of the Empire, Brunswick, the Royal Hotel.
Laing and the others had gone out, leaving Olica and Sylvia in the hotel to take care of the children. Frey Derick and Devin Hill were playing together. The little rabbit named Amia was placed on the ground, jumping around.
"Beep! Look at my fortress! It's indestructible!" Frey Derick built a fortress with blocks and said proudly, "No attack can break my fortress!"
"Hit, hit!" Devin Hill crawled on the ground, holding a lance doll in his hand. He grabbed it with his hand and stabbed it hard. "Hit it! Hit it! "
"Boom!" The 'castle' that little Frederick had painstakingly built collapsed just like that. The little boy was so angry that his face turned red. He looked like he was about to cry. With a wave of his little hand, the glass of milk on the table flew directly towards little Devin Hill's face!
"Oh my god!" Sylvia was so scared that her face turned pale. The head maid didn't expect Frey Derick to do this. The hot cup of milk flew directly at Devin Hill. The head maid was so scared that she jumped up to block it.
However, when little Devenhill saw the hot milk flying towards him, he seemed to have realized the danger it posed to him. Psionic light suddenly burst out from the little guy's eyes. He stretched out his hand, and a psionic shield appeared in front of Sylvia and the hot milk.
The hot milk splashed on the surface of the Psionic Shield, and the Psionic Shield shattered. Then, Sylvia fell to the ground. Everything happened in an instant.
Only the dark elf maid was secretly observing from afar. Purple dark magic radiated from one of her hands, and a circular magic circle with many dark magic runes had been condensed in the center of her palm. Seeing the baby burst out with psionic power, Olica put down her hand regretfully. "Really, both of the master's children are so naughty. Our Duruzi must teach these naughty kids a lesson."
"Are you alright, Miss Sylvia?" With that, the dark elf strode over to the head maid's side and reached out to pull her up. "Are you hurt?"
"No." Sylvia saw Olica approaching and clearly remembered some horrible memories. She shivered and hurriedly added, "It's just that the carpet is dirty."
"That's nothing. Just call someone in to change it." Olica smiled meaningfully, and the dark elf in a black and white maid dress motioned for Sylvia to open the door and call them in.
Sylvia knew that Olica did not like to take the initiative to communicate with inferior human beings. If it was related to Laing, it would be fine. Olica had always disdained to speak a word of human language.
The head maid soon called a servant in to change the carpet.
The hotel attendant lowered his head. He was wearing a tight black uniform with a round hat on his head and very clean white leather shoes on his feet. There was a faint smell of perfume on his body. He walked in and put away the carpet. Before leaving the room, he politely asked, "Is there anything else that needs washing?"
"No." Sylvia shook her head, indicating that he could leave.
The servant nodded, and he left the room with the carpet.
Olica's amber eyes stared at the servant who left the room without saying a word.
"Don't fight! Don't fight! " Sylvia lowered her head and educated Laing's two children. "You can't do this, or I'll tell your parents about it!"
"Oh! Auntie Sylvia, please don't! "Little Frey Derick immediately admitted his mistake." Dad will hate me if I do this. "
"No, Auntie, don't!" Little Derick also quickly lowered his head. Compared to Laing, Derick was actually more afraid of his mother. Suria had always been very strict with her son. Even Laing's words were useless. Even the Lake Fairy could not change Suria's determination in this aspect.
Sylvia still wanted to say something, but she heard Olica's voice. The dark elf took the initiative to speak. She clapped her hands. "Is there anyone outside?"
"Yes, Madam Olica!" Immediately, a few old guards and Armoured Nur came in through the door. They stood at attention and saluted. "What are your orders?"
"Master should be back soon. During this time, don't let any of the hotel's staff enter the room!" Olica ordered in a low Gothic language, "If there's anything, take it outside the door. After checking it, send it into the room!"
"Yes, Madam!" Armoured Nur and the old guards immediately nodded.
"What are you doing, Olica?" Sylvia was still a little confused, but she saw the dark elf turn around and enter the room. Her maid attire was soon replaced by a set of black leather clothes and a purple robe, and her face was covered with a mask and a hood. Before Sylvia could reply, Olica disappeared from the door of the room, turning into a cluster of phantoms that scattered in all directions.
Thirty minutes later, in a noble's mansion in the wealthy district of Brunswick, the capital of the Empire.
Not a single light was turned on in the dim room. Everything was immersed in darkness.
A distorted voice spoke.
"Target confirmed. She's in the suite on the top floor of the Royal Hotel."
"Very good. We can begin the operation now."
"This operation's code name is Masquerade."
"Praise Saris! Praise the Prince of Pleasure! "
"Praise the beauty of sin!"
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