Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Chapter 122 - Taking A Dragon Form Again

Her words threw a heavy rock inside his heart. He felt a hand squeezing his heart as he realized who that enemy was. It wasn't a random enemy, that man came here looking for the dragonair's academy ruins, looking for the long lost inheritance there.

Were his intentions good or bad? If he had good intentions, then he would be an ally for him. however, something deep inside his heart kept telling him it wasn't a friend at all.

If so, then he already knew the identity of that man, and his strength as well. "Tell me, have you fought with that man?" he suddenly asked.

"Sure, a couple of times already, and every time I lost, while he spared my life to do the task he issued to me," she bitterly said, feeling much humiliation for such repeated defeats at the hands of a single foe.

"So, may I ask, has he shown extraordinary ability? Like his whole body got covered with bronze? Transforming into a giant or something?" he asked, the question which was meant to know the truth.

The moment he said these words, she felt great shock, as she turned at once, abruptly stopping in her tracks, landing on the ground, while facing him with a grim face.

The look over her told him everything he needed to know, and yet he didn't jump to conclusions, as he waited for her reply.

"How do you know that?" she asked, with much hostility and aggressiveness.

"So it's true then," he sighed, bitterly sighed, as he knew how strong his enemy was.

"Do you know him?" she asked.

"Well," he paused, as the distant memory of him fighting that bronzed giant flashed fast in his mind, "I knew one like that," he mysteriously replied, without explaining how he knew about that, "but to be honest, it's unfair for you to face him, only me can face him," he suddenly added, with confidence in his tone.

"Really?" she asked, like this was the excuse she was looking for right now.

"Yes," he simply said, "when I fight him, you will understand," he added, "but after I kill him, you will swear your allegiance to me," he was speaking calm, but serious.

"Ah about that," she seemed to be hesitating about something, "I'm not the real leader of my clan," she said, like a child confessing his white lie to adults.

"I know that," he instantly replied, "I asked for your loyalty, not your clan. Your clan can easily be dealt with by my forces. You saw my army, it's now growing to a scale that would be hard for your grandpa to stand against," he said with extreme confidence in his ability to conquer her clan, which was a remark she felt some bitterness for, despite knowing for sure he wasn't exaggerating at all!

"If it's me you want, then me you will get," she softly, with some embarrassment said. He didn't care about her wild thoughts, all he cared about was her word, her approval.

A smile appeared on his face, a big satisfying one, as he said:

"Now, let's go there, shall we?"

He had gotten what he desired, and now he had only one obstacle left, that bronzed giant descendant. It seemed the hatred and enmity between the dragonairs and the bronzed giants ran so deeply, even after all these years there were people coming to look for the academy, to destroy it.

Arthur wasn't a pacifist, as the idea of that mage coming here for peace or asking him to simply leave didn't even cross his mind. He knew that mage wouldn't stop until he destroyed everything related to the dragonairs, Arthur included.

The only issue he didn't know now was if that mage was the only descendant like him, or there were many others. Arthur had no knowledge at all regarding his enemy, except from the time he fought the bronzed giant in the dream world.

And for him, knowing his enemy's strength through fighting was enough. At that time, he used the heavenly tribulation summoning to crush that giant, he had the strength and physique that enabled him to do so, and he was in a special world, where he could summon such mighty tribulation.

But here, right now, he couldn't do that. that made his options narrowed down from the start to only the use of the dragonair unique and only ability he knew; the dragon form.

His side glanced at Noura, while his mind was thinking about this dilemma. He couldn't ask her to go away, as this girl was very good at sneaking around. After some moments of thoughts, he decided to let her be, after all that fight with that bronzed giant wouldn't be that small to contain its news from her.

Noura sensed his gaze at her, but she said nothing. She was only concerned about saving her grandpa, and nothing more.

They took another hour to reach an open place in the middle of the forest. It was the first time for Arthur to come here, and in the distance he could spot a huge lake with milky white waters running for the horizon, stretching like tongue in the middle of the thick trees around it.

"This place is great to build a village here," he muttered, as he wanted to build a village for rest, with inns to stay here for all mages passing through this forest. He wanted to control the whole region here next to the forest for that reason, and to do that he must first clear the enemy standing in the distance, spoiling the beauty of the scene.

It was a young mage, for his surprise, as he thought he would be a middle aged mage or older.

"Is that him?" he asked, pointing towards that youngster, who was not much older than him.

"Yes, he is," she replied, "he seems young, but beware he is very strong," she added, warning him to underestimate this youth for his age.

"I know," he nodded, feeling somehow grateful for her. He glanced at the mage who kept standing there waiting for the two to come near him, before saying with great arrogance:

"I told you to come here after you completely occupied the whole region, and now you are coming with this kid, bringing him to me. Is this a game for you? Do you want your grandfather to die? You really disappointed me!"

The tone of this youngster gave Arthur more reasons to hate him. He was so arrogantly addressing her, totally ignoring Arthur, as if he was nobody in his eyes, as if the whole world had no worth in this youngster's eyes.

"I'm here to speak on her behalf," Arthur said, attracting the lazy gaze of that youngster. "Coming here to speak with me?" the youngster said, before laughing like he just heard a joke, "you should have the capital first before you can address me," the youth said, before he started to change.

The youth was almost two meters tall, with great physique and proportionate muscles appearing slightly under his clothes.. When he finished his words, he started to transform, as his body gained much more length, reaching five meters in length, and his body started to bulge, with muscles swelling like balloons under his clothes, tearing it apart.