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In the Godeyas Continent, the number of known dragons is quite limited. During the Second Continental War, dragons suffered the greatest losses among all races. However, they did manage to change the landscape of the continent several times. If it weren't for the sudden betrayal of the Fallen Dragon Clan, which joined the opposing dark forces, perhaps the dragons, symbolizing strength and wisdom, along with the Holy Court Elves, could have truly dominated.
At the beginning of the war, humanity was not strong. Unfortunately, due to an ancient contract from a bygone era, dragons were unable to take action against humans. Thus, they could only watch helplessly as this small race grew in power. Eventually, even the Celestial Race allied with them, leading to their victory in the Golden Mad Lion campaign, where they defeated the Blood Clan Thirteen Ancient Castles and the werewolves of the Summit of Ten Thousand Mountains. The dragons had no choice but to retreat to the Northern Glacier and enter a long slumber.
This is a lamentable past; no one expected that the once formidable dragons would end up with nothing to show for their efforts. Afterward, the few remaining branches of dragonkind united. Whenever a kin passed away, several dragons would sense it and come to bid farewell to their fallen brethren.
The Fallen Dragon Clan was no exception.
Time passed without notice under thick clouds in the sky as heavy rain poured down for over half a month. The area near Aguillon Mountains was flooded, and the ruins of a recently destroyed town were swept away by mudslides, leaving only a tall lighthouse silently casting its glow.
Three shadows appeared in the sky, blocking out the sun—suddenly, three giant dragons covered in black scales descended!
The Three-Headed Black Dragon landed one after another around a row of black-red dragon bones.
"I can't believe Sundgoth is dead!" one black dragon roared in Draconic, causing a fierce wind to whip around them.
"This arrogant fool actually died?" said the second black dragon mockingly.
"No, no, no—what's more puzzling is that he only died recently!" The last black dragon looked disdainfully at the Dragon Bones. "When he went to challenge that swordsman, I thought he was already dead!"
The first black dragon suddenly noticed something: "Hey, his bones carry the scent of blood kin! And it's highly concentrated... I've never encountered such a level of blood kin aura before!"
"It's as rich as Ruby Fruit... what an enviable fellow!"
...
Despite their mocking words about Sundgoth, the three giants fell silent for a moment before getting down to business. They stood before the Dragon Bones and lowered their heads as if softly murmuring something.
They were performing a prayer for their fallen kin—a ritual that all dragons had to learn after the Second Continental War.
Although this ritual originated from Holy Dragons, the Fallen Dragon Clan shared the same bloodline and would not reject such a harmless act that could enhance their unity as a race.
Five minutes later, the prayer concluded.
"What now?" the black dragon on the right inquired. "Sundgoth is dead, and according to the rules, we have a responsibility to avenge him."
"Oh, to be honest, I really don't want to take revenge for that arrogant fool!"
"Don't you realize the key issue? Given Sundgoth's status in the clan, the rewards for avenging him would be immense. Moreover, he didn't return after challenging that swordsman, which indicates he was severely injured..."
One of the black dragons shook its head heavily. "That makes sense; it suggests that the one who killed Sundgoth isn't strong—at least not compared to that swordsman!"
Great rewards often come with equal challenges. If they had to face that swordsman, the Three-Headed Black Dragon would decisively choose to back down. But when faced with equal rewards and a weaker opponent, it was clearly a golden opportunity that should not be missed.
The Three-Headed Black Dragon's eyes gleamed as they reached a unanimous decision.
"For revenge!"
"For the dignity of our kind!"
"For the great reward!"
The roar of the black dragons swept across a vast area like a storm, shaking even the Aguillon Mountains!
At that moment, a lazy voice interrupted.
"What are you making such a fuss about?" The voice belonged to a woman. "Oh, have we arrived already?"
The sudden appearance of this voice startled the Three-Headed Black Dragon. Turning around, they saw a woman clad in crimson armor, with two fiery red horns resembling those of a dragon protruding from her head.
"Weak human." The black dragon on the left scoffed.
"Self-righteous fool," corrected the one in the middle.
"A woman who isn't afraid of death," added the one on the right.
Seeing that the other party was just a strangely dressed woman, the Three-Headed Black Dragon naturally revealed a look of disdain, exuding an air of superiority as if a mere sneeze could scare her to death.
"What are you talking about?" The Crimson Armored Lady didn't understand the dragon language. "Oh right, have you seen my companions? Although I don't even know who they are... It could be a big guy in armor, or a narcissist with a gun, or maybe a sunglasses-wearing female sharpshooter... Oh, it might even be a short woman!"
The black dragons looked at the woman with expressions of disbelief, wondering if she was blind. Did she not realize she was facing three members of the royal race?
At that moment, a calm voice came from nearby, accompanied by the sound of metal scraping.
"Shyvana, I must remind you again not to measure me by conventional height; I am a Yordle." The speaker was a petite woman with long white hair styled in two parts, dragging an astonishingly large Heavy Hammer behind her.
"Oh, it's you! Poppy!" Shyvana said while stroking her chin. "Did the others not come?"
Poppy glanced at the rapidly collapsing Watchtower with disdain. "With that meat shield's construction, getting two here is already impressive. There might be others, but at least I haven't seen them."
Shyvana was now examining her hands, blinking her slit pupils. "Is this the power of the laws of this realm? I feel my Rune Power changing."
"In the terminology of this realm, it's called Fighting Spirit," Poppy corrected her.
Before they were teleported here, Kiran had warned them that due to the differing laws of the realm, Rune Power would automatically transform into corresponding levels of local power and would be suppressed to the maximum value of this realm.
For example, different-sized vessels can hold different amounts of water even when filled simultaneously; any excess will spill out.
Fortunately, it seemed that the latter did not occur, indicating that the upper limit of Godeyas Continent's laws was still considerable—at least enough to accommodate Shyvana and Poppy's powers.
"Where's that meat shield? Why can't I see him?" Poppy scanned around but couldn't find Garen's shadow.
"Who knows? He probably ran off somewhere to preach justice again. I'm almost sick of hearing his spiel..." Shyvana made a strange expression.
Yordles have an exceptional sense of smell. After observing for a moment, Poppy said, "He's not nearby; he left at least twenty days ago."
"What do we do now?" Shyvana felt a bit of a headache. "The Watchtower's manufacturing Blueprint is in his hands; Kiran didn't give me a copy!"
"Find him," Poppy replied succinctly.
At that moment, an angry roar suddenly echoed from above. To be more precise, the Three-Headed Black Dragon had been furious ever since these two "unknown creatures" had appeared.
In front of the mighty dragon race, these two ignorant women dared to ignore their existence!
However, in the face of the dragon's roar, the two women remained calm.
"Who are they?" Poppy asked in confusion.
"I don't know. I didn't understand what they were saying. Maybe they're trying to be friendly?" Shyvana shrugged.
"Uh... so you don't recognize them?" Poppy nodded.
Then there was a loud thud as the black dragon on the left was sent flying by Heavy Hammer, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye, reduced to a tiny dot.
The remaining two black dragons abruptly halted, looking at Poppy as if he were a monster.
Who could have imagined that this small body concealed the power to knock a giant dragon away with a single blow? And it was a Second Rank dragon! More importantly, after performing this act, he appeared completely at ease!
"Can you understand me?" Poppy said calmly, looking at the remaining two black dragons.
They paused for a moment before nodding vigorously, folding their wings and trembling respectfully.
"We need to find someone, and we need your help."
The two black dragons nodded repeatedly, not daring to hesitate for even a moment.
Poppy nodded in satisfaction and turned to discuss with Shyvana for a while.
"So now, take us to your homeland." After saying this, Poppy glanced at Shyvana helplessly.
The conclusion of their discussion was that since they wouldn't be able to find Garen in the short term, it would be better to familiarize themselves with the civilization of this realm. Perhaps they could even uncover the unknown Source of the Cataclysm.
But Poppy knew very well that Shyvana's intention was to take this opportunity to have some fun for a few days.
However, upon hearing that the two humans wanted to venture into the lair of the Fallen Dragon Clan, the two black dragons hesitated. After all, this was a significant matter, and they felt unqualified to make a decision on their own. Acting blindly could lead to punishment from the elders...
"What are you hesitating for?" Seeing their reluctance, Shyvana immediately grew displeased.
Then, the two black dragons witnessed an unforgettable scene in their lives—
Shyvana's eyes erupted with flames as her form suddenly transformed into a towering and terrifying Crimson Dragon, wreathed in fire!
The two black dragons shivered violently, abandoning all hesitation.
Based on their instincts as dragons, they could almost conclude that even the immensely powerful elders... would not last ten seconds in front of this woman—no, this dragon-woman!
Moments later, Poppy and Shyvana, who had reverted to her human form, mounted a black dragon each and flew towards Anan Gorge in the Eastern Continent.
Meanwhile, located in the Eastern Continent but over ten thousand miles away from the Fallen Dragon Clan stood thirteen massive and ancient castles.
Inside one of these Crimson Castles.
On the White Single Bed in the Healing Chamber.
Garen opened his eyes.
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