Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 646 - 418: Slumber and Awakening

The spiritual radiance within the withered branch held by the humans transformed mid-air into massive ice cones, exuding a chilling temperature that the dragon found quite distasteful.

A hint of human-like mockery appeared on the giant dragon's face.

Using ice magic against a Fire Dragon, this poor human Caster does have some wit, but can he really expect this lowly magic to harm me?

On its body surface, fiery red lava-like patterns suddenly lit up as it opened its enormous maw, releasing Dragon Flame that instantly swept away the ice cones in the sky.

The terrifying high temperature caused the humans' hair to curl and scorch.

A hint of human-like mockery appeared on the giant dragon's face as the human Caster trembled all over, shouting in fear, "This Fire Dragon is beyond our capability; it's toying with us!"

The leader of the human warriors, a particularly formidable little bug from a human's perspective, shouted orders for the warriors to counterattack.

The giant dragon flapped its wings, generating a fierce wind, and in an instant, people fell over like a swath of dominoes.

In the distance, human warriors bent their bows and nocked their arrows, many of which glittered with the golden hue of Demon-Blocking Gold.

Yet the giant dragon's face still carried an amused expression. It again flapped its oversized wings, whipping up gusts of wind that blew the incoming arrows away before they could get close.

Even with Demon-Blocking Gold, so what?

Demon-Blocking Gold can indeed penetrate its magic-filled scale armor, but only if you pitiful bugs manage to hit it.

Roar—

Behind, a human warrior raised a War Axe, a Viking warrior most likely from the Scandinavian Peninsula, with eyes as fierce as a bull. The War Axe in his hand also shimmered with a trace of golden radiance.

Not only does it have Demon-Blocking Gold, but within this War Axe also gleams a spiritual radiance not considered weak even in the eyes of the giant dragon.

Inside it, the dragon sensed a familiar aura — this War Axe had once slain more than one dragon.

"Ha, no wonder these people have a familiar scent, so they are from my homeland."

The dragon's homeland is the Scandinavian Mountains, the gathering place of many high-grade dragon species. It was born there and came here with its mother, but unfortunately, its mother, that terrifying adult Mother Dragon, was too irritable for any dragon to want to stay beside her.

A memory of that horrifying silhouette that blotted out the sun flashed by.

The dragon was brought back to reality by the cheers of humans.

The human warriors shouted the name of the axe-wielding warrior as if with his appearance, even the dragon would meet its end at his hands.

"Ridiculous little bugs."

"One can't generalize the physique of a dragon with another."

Inexplicably, a string of meaningless words like "fury" and "slide tackle" popped up in the dragon's head, which caused its originally smooth movements to falter for a moment, making the giant War Axe almost strike its left wing, grazing past its toe.

It looked perplexed at its toe with a scale armor chipped off. Just what happened since waking this time? Why were there so many meaningless words in its mind?

A tinge of agitation surged in its heart, losing interest in playing further. With a swing of its tail, it flung the man holding the giant axe away.

At this moment.

A female human shouted and rushed out, spreading her arms while incessantly calling out, as other human warriors frantically yelled something to him.

Admittedly, even from the dragon's perspective, this female's appearance and physique were quite alluring. When it officially enters the youth period and learns the magic of size transformation, she might be quite useful.

The dragon's frantic emotions gradually calmed down, leisurely watching the humans converse. Although it didn't understand what they were saying, judging by the female's expression, she seemed willing to sacrifice herself to earn forgiveness for her kin.

Such a scenario wasn't unprecedented.

In its draconic heritage, there was mention of many humble humans who revered the dragon's power and willingly submitted to it, offering cattle, sheep, or human sacrifices at intervals to become excellent dragon vassals.

"Sadly, I'm too hungry."

Two puffs of sulfur-smelling smoke emerged from the dragon's nostrils as it grabbed the female and ascended to the sky.

The scream of the female human pleased it immensely, but it soon stopped. If it weren't for still perceiving her weak breathing, it would fear the poor little thing had died.

She must have just fainted.

The prey it caught before often fainted after being taken to high altitudes.

Soon, the dragon returned to the Dragon's Nest with the female human. Inside, the gigantic cave wasn't as cold as outside. It tossed her in, flapped its wings again, and flew toward the human town.

"I shall take the offering."

"But the stomach needs filling too."

By the time the dragon left the town, only a sea of fire remained, with the burning wooden town crackling and the trident flags slowly toppling in flames.

The dragon, after a satisfying feast, gently landed at the cave entrance.

The female human thrown aside earlier had disappeared.

However, the dragon was in no hurry. After taking a few steps inside, with a flick of its tail, it knocked away the female human who was hiding and attempting to stab it with a Demon-Blocking Golden Dagger.

The dragon's icy golden vertical pupils stared at this laughable assassin.

The female human spat blood and clutched the dagger, cursing loudly.

It couldn't understand her words, but they seemed no more than about "deception," "mockery," and "cruelty."

"I never promised you anything."

The dragon let out a low roar, shaking the entire mountain.

Glancing at the trembling female human, the dragon nonchalantly trotted to the cave's depths and collapsed to the ground, snoring away, having filled its stomach, and the tiny humans were not enough to be filling.

However, humans did raise many livestock, and by devouring this tender meat, naturally, it was full.

Come to think of it, humans were actually easier to hunt than Sea Beasts.

If those giant sea creatures ever dragged it into the deep, this Fire Dragon might not necessarily prevail against those behemoths.

Its thoughts grew deeper as the dragon soon entered a deep sleep, initiating its transformation into its youth stage.

...

The girl struggled to rise from the ground, her body feeling as though smitten by a heavy hammer, every corner delivering subtle aches. She crawled to the cave entrance, watching the smoke columns rising on the horizon, tears streaming down.

At this moment.

Footsteps echoed from within the cave.

A handsome man filled with confusion emerged from the cave's depths.

"Miss, you seem in a bad state, do you need my help?"

Bewildered, the woman gazed at him.

She couldn't understand his words, nor grasp why a genuine human walked out of the Dragon's Nest where the giant dragon resided.

Her face suddenly revealed a look of realization, uttering a burst of rapid language.

Losa slapped his forehead: "What on earth is happening?"

Yet, the woman grabbed his arm, made a "shush" gesture, then briskly led him out of the cave.

Losa frowned, wasn't this the place where he awoke?

It felt as though a segment of his memory had vanished.

The woman muttered a bit to him, and seeing his puzzled face, gestured extensively while saying a lot.

Losa came to a realization: "I understand, you want to leave here, right."

Beneath lay sheer cliffs; even those with professional equipment couldn't possibly scale down this way, could they?

So the question stands.

How did you even get up here?

Seeing Losa's puzzled expression, the woman dejectedly squatted on the ground, emitting a whimpering cry.