Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 745: Still Remembering Those Years

A trump card? There was no such description in the orders Friedrich von Roon received.

Ange asked him to come here, and he only knew that there was a Nidhogg egg here.

He thought the mission was simply to solve the city's troubles and save the old school from disaster.

Friedrich von Roon naturally remembered that in the past, the first generation of Lionheart would take photos arm in arm in front of the school gate as a souvenir.

He had no time to reminisce. The dragon shrank back and then suddenly rushed out. The influence of the Word Spirit Emperor was still expanding.

"Take everyone away, leave this place to me." Friedrich von Roon held his sword in front of him.

The blood in his body had long been turbid, with dragon blood occupying the upper position.

That evolutionary medicine pushed him over the critical blood limit, and there were not many beings in this world that could match Constantine's power, which he feared.

"The egg hatched, but the dragon didn't give us the feeling of Nidhogg. He was powerful, but not so powerful that we couldn't deal with him. We were influenced by the 'Emperor.'" St. George coughed up black blood and slowly retreated to Friedrich von Long's side, reporting what happened: "Cadmus and Sigurd were always at the forefront, their minds were affected, and they committed suicide before they degenerated into Deadpool."

"Got it." Friedrich von Roon pushed St. George back. "I thought I could still meet them, but it seems I'm too late. The subspecies hidden all over the world have emerged and are heading towards the location of the eggs. A pilgrimage is taking place. People from the academy will arrive in this country and guard every place that needs their protection. They are young people, they are hope, go and help them."

"You're old." St. George wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised the holy sword in his hand and gave the order to evacuate: "We haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years. I was surprised when Ange told me that you were the qualified person. We all thought you were dead, and now I am almost dead too."

"Angers was able to arrange so many things in such a short time. No wonder Menech was so optimistic about him."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" St. George asked worriedly.

"can."

"I have a lot of questions to ask you, but now is not the time."

"If I live, you'll know. If I die, then presumably you'll die too."

"Take care," St. George said.

"Same to you, old fellow." Friedrich von Roon smiled kindly.

I still remember those days, when the scenery was so glorious.

Menech Cassel hosted a banquet for the elites of the secret party families at his own estate and announced the establishment of the Lionheart Society.

Many family members wanted to follow the leader and do great things, but Meneck Cassel chose a group of close friends.

While the older generation of dragon slayers have not yet lost their edge, the younger generation has not yet emerged.

The wine from that night is still warm.

When St. George left, he walked at the back of the team, with the momentum of a defeated army.

He quickly walked to the front of the team and was successful in everything he did.

The four old families went into decline and are now dying out.

Friedrich von Roon looked back at the backs of these people, watching a group of heroes go away, marking the end of an era.

Then next, kill this unknown black dragon and get what Ange left behind.

If the dragon is killed, the pilgrimage of the subspecies and the deadpool will end, right? Friedrich von Roon speculated.

“Submit or die.” The black dragon rushed out again, the cave entrance expanded further, and most of its body was exposed.

The black membrane wings were restrained, and the friction between the scales and the metal layer made a pleasant sound.

Perfect creatures, there shouldn't be such perfect beings in the world.

"If you were Nidhogg, there would be no need to say these words. If you are not, then you have no right to say these words." Friedrich von Roon looked up, looking down from a low position, "You can fly, but you are restricted. You are huge, but the space here is small. You will die."

"The dragon blood in your body is surging. Are you a dragon?"

"It seems that you are an ignorant dragon. The era of dragons is over. I am a half-blood. Do you understand what a half-blood is? I have the courage of a human and the strength of a dragon. Greed cannot cloud the heart of a human. The species that was once enslaved by dragons will not only end your rule, but also send you to the grave."

The black dragon did not quite understand Friedrich von Roon's impassioned speech. Its attitude had not changed. The dragon's superior attitude came from the pride running in its blood.

"As an opponent, I allow you to leave your name. I have killed so many dragons that I can only remember a few." The light in Friedrich von Long's eyes became heavier.

The power of dragon blood was further stimulated, causing blood to burst out for the third time.

Every member of the first generation Lionheart Society mastered this forbidden method.

"You are not qualified." The black dragon stepped back.

The next collision completely broke through the restrictions of the door. The dragon was majestic, and Friedrich von Long was not insignificant.

The dragon's power is high, and the influence of the "Emperor" has expanded to the whole of Cambridgeshire and is still expanding.

The subspecies and deadpools lurking in the sea are excited, and the cold waves hit this former empire on which the sun never sets.

……

Lu Gucheng glanced at the rearview mirror. The monsters were still chasing him, and pairs of dark golden eyes were floating on the elevated road like insects.

Press the accelerator to the floor and your beloved old Mercedes roars.

Lu Gucheng has taken good care of this car over the years. Perhaps others may think that he bought this car to satisfy his own fragile vanity.

In fact, it is true. It is because of Ming Fei's child support and strict frugality that she has been able to maintain this face that could be shattered at any time.

He has always maintained his car carefully, and the man has been thinking about changing his car to a better one.

But he knew his own abilities, and sometimes he was jealous of his brother, who had been to many distant places, was talented and wealthy. In contrast, he was just an ordinary person, ordinary when he was young, and ordinary in middle age.

If you don’t have any special abilities, then just don’t have any special abilities. Just live your life in mediocrity.

In the past, I would think about saving a little here and there, and maybe one day I could buy a Mercedes-Benz S.

Later on, I no longer had this idea. My wife and I grew older, and Mingze also grew older.

It’s not that I don’t have money to buy a better car, but there are more places where I need to spend the money.

One night, Lu Gucheng couldn't sleep. He turned his head and saw his wife sleeping beside him. The curtains were not drawn properly, and the moonlight shone through a corner.

He quietly got up and closed the curtains, but before he lay down, he felt the urge to urinate again.

I tiptoed out of the room and heard the sound of keyboard tapping in Mingfei's room and Mingze's peaceful snoring.

He is a man with a loving family.

There's nothing good to replace. After this old Mercedes is scrapped, I'll buy a cheaper one that can shelter me from the wind and rain and support a family.

Now let this old friend take you away. I have never heard its engine roar so loudly, resounding through the sky.

The scene of his colleagues being killed by these monsters kept appearing in Lu Gucheng's mind, and his stomach was churning.

I have to think of something else to divert my attention.

Mingfei, Mingze, wife... There is still some unfinished tea at home, and I was thinking of giving it to the leader.

He himself has never tasted the finest Imperial Longjing tea.

It’s the end of the world, what the hell is this leader sending?

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die..." He murmured to himself to encourage himself.

There is a sharp turn ahead. If you slow down, you will be caught up by the monster.

If you don't slow down...

drift!

This idea popped up in Lu Gucheng's mind. If he had an idea, he should do it. He had watched racing programs, and the things that interested him in the deepest part of his memory protected his life.