Chapter 63

No one could imagine the probability of surviving the "Spatial Absolute Prison" great taboo spell.

For a human knight to survive, rather than being torn apart by spatial turbulence, was truly beyond the expectations of both the human and dragon races; it was almost like a miracle.

"Has he not returned yet?"

The Storm Dragon's expression changed, realizing he might have made a wasted trip.

"Probably not!"

The Royal Dragon Cavalry Corps is directly under the royal family. Fance, the inner palace chief responsible for managing the affairs of the Dragon Cavalry Corps, shook his head in confusion.

"Could something have happened?" The Storm Dragon shook his head. In a sea of people, where could he possibly look?

To the human race, most dragons only differ in size and elemental type, with no other significant differences. To the dragon race, humans also only differ in height, weight, and build, with no other significant differences.

The only way for the dragon race to find Morin was to rely on the assistance of the human empire.

"Perhaps we should have the royal family issue a notice to find Morin?"

Fance suggested, looking back at his emperor.

Emperor Cyril Saint Slan of the Slan Empire nodded at his servant, indicating permission.

"Perhaps that's the only way! I'll go ask Lady Tesseraphilia where she threw Morin."

Thinking of this, the Storm Dragon nodded to Emperor Cyril Saint Slan on the throne and said, "Your Majesty, I have to leave first."

Enveloped in a wild current, the Storm Dragon left the council hall, then leaped into the sky. Just a few hundred meters off the ground, he violently broke the sound barrier, enveloped in a dense, milky white sonic boom cloud, even splitting the clouds in the sky.

In the council hall, apart from the guards standing straight as spears, the emperor and his minister looked at each other.

The dragons had casually thrown someone in some unknown corner and now came to ask for them, truly a bizarre situation.

It was easy to imagine how disdainful and proud the dragons were towards the insignificant human race.

By the Dragon God, poor dragon knight Morin, may he still be alive.

"Urgent military news!"

Suddenly, a report came from outside the council hall.

"The Portland Republic's army suddenly crossed the Ice Rock Mountains and the Green Mist Forest, invading our eastern province of Autumn Deer Plain. The border city of Lian has already been breached!"

A weary imperial soldier rushed into the hall, prostrating himself before the 165th supreme ruler of the Slan Empire.

"Damn Portlanders, do they think we Slan are easy to bully? To declare war without warning! What a despicable and shameless country!"

Cyril Saint Slan roared in fury, his voice echoing out of the council hall. He stood up from the throne, and the soldier who brought the urgent news, intimidated by the emperor's anger, pressed his head even lower, kneeling motionless.

"Fance, summon the military and political ministers and the cabinet to the audience!"

"Your will, Your Majesty!"

...

"Sir Dragon Knight, it's already the fourth day. Even as a cover, it should be enough, right!"

Exhausted, the Portland commander Morsrig was dragged through this desolate mountain wilderness for eight days.

Without any washing or changing of clothes, he was as dirty as a wild man, emitting a nauseating odor.

"Sorry! Not yet!"

Lin Mo had already repeated this more than ten times.

He was using a special survival knife to process a scale-pig, the blood flowing into a pit he had dug beforehand, to be buried after draining to avoid attracting other carnivores.

This creature, with its large scaly armor and four long tusks protruding from its mouth, was more ferocious than wild boars on Earth, but the thick bone armor could not withstand a survival knife infused with battle qi, and it became the evening meal for the dragon knight and Morsrig.

Cutting out the edible meat, he seasoned it with wild herbs and a little salt, wrapped it in leaves and mud, and placed it in a heated fire pit, covering it with a layer of soil. This method not only controlled the smoke and aroma to a minimum but also gave the meat a unique flavor.

"Ao kaka..."

In the sky, the distant cry of a flying dragon could be heard.

On the third day after leaving Lian City, the Portlanders sent a small team of dragon riders to join the search for Morsrig and Lin Mo.

"Give up, they won't see you!"

Lin Mo glanced at Morsrig, who was looking up at the sky, and stuck the survival knife into the ground in front of him. As an air knight, he knew very well that the dragons flying at nearly 2000 meters above the ground could not possibly spot the two people sitting under a tree in the forest. The smoke from the roasting meat had not even left the forest before it dissipated in the air.

The Holy Flame Sun hanging in the sky was about to set below the horizon, and the Portland dragon riders were destined to return empty-handed today.

Morsrig, feeling depressed, could only收回目光，低头呆呆地盯着自己与林默之间的地面，至少还有一顿丰盛的晚餐可以期待。

短短四天，林默带着这个波特兰人几次险死环生，为了避免被对方的魔法师发觉，甚至连光镜术都不敢用，行动十分小心谨慎。

利用那些波特兰战职者对火器完全毫无防备的优势，林默用随身携带的92式战斗手枪成功干掉了两名剑士，其中一名剑士的实力甚至与他同阶，却在猝不及防下被一枚9毫米口径钢芯弹头打爆了脑袋。

亲眼看到这一幕后，摩斯里格看向林默那支手枪的眼神便畏如蛇蝎。

太凶残了！

仅仅一声清脆的枪响，九阶剑士的眉心瞬间爆出一个血洞，后脑勺诡异地炸开小半，白色的脑组织混合着鲜红的血液喷出老远，脸上还依然凝固着生前的惊诧表情。

只要没有全力燃烧战气炎，在猝不及防下，仅凭肉体根本无法抵住那个古怪而凶残的炼金武器。

摩斯里格并没有看到林默仅留下一支长剑后，用左腕上那圈毫不起眼的黑色扁腕镯去轻触死者身上所有的金属物品。

就像变魔术一般，所有的金属在接触腕镯后都无一例外地消失不见。

天色渐渐变暗后，林默终于扒开泥土，从依然热得烫手的土坑里掏出了一团泥块，生存刀轻易地剖开，一股浓郁的肉香散逸开来。

“开饭了，这是你的那份，拿好！”

一团热气腾腾的甲鳞猪肉放在树叶上递到了摩斯里格面前，他早已经是饥肠辘辘，顾不得烫嘴，手在身上胡乱蹭了几下，便抓起来往嘴里送，动作间毫无贵族形象，奔波的疲劳和饥饿让贵族风度荡然无存，这对于四天前的伯爵家嫡子来说，几乎是不可想象的。

“莫林大人，有没有考虑过到我们伯德家族做主厨，绝对比当没有龙的龙骑士有前途的多，有钱有女人，还不用那么拼命。”

说实在的，除了像条死狗一样被拖着东躲西藏，这位斯兰骑士倒没有虐待过自己，摩斯里格心底从来没有怨恨过对方，眼下的处境只是因为双方的立场不同罢了。

“您在开玩笑吗！”

林默才不会放弃龙骑士如此荣耀的战职，正欲继续开口，忽然停下了动作，转头看向已经黑得深手不见五指的密林间。

“呃，怎么了？”

正在大快朵颐的摩斯里格觉察到了异样。

“摩斯里格，恐怕我要跟你说再见的时候到了。”

林默丢下了手中的肉，将生存刀插回刀鞘，拔出了缴获的长剑，目光炯炯地盯着黑暗之处，同时将“龙将”战术头盔戴了起来。

“呵呵！真是好香的味道，能给我留一份吗？”

密林中传来一个男子的声音，方才还很远，下一秒仿佛变得就像在近前，对方的速度真是快得惊人。

“哼！拿命来换吧！”

光战气激烈鼓荡起来，林默反手撩起一剑，一道闪亮的剑气狠狠劈了出去。

光元素系战气虽然不是攻击性最强的战气，却是恢复能力最强的战气之一，加上争分夺秒地修炼“曜炎战气”，加快恢复战气和不断给自己释放光愈术，短短数日，在利安城受到的重创已经大有起色，重新恢复到了往日里七成的实力。

轰！~

林间同样飞出一道剑气，与林默释放出来的剑气狠狠撞到了一起，空气中轰然炸开一声巨响。

两道蕴含惊人破坏力的不同元素系剑气似乎半斤八两，不分上下。

“没想到又再次见面了，龙骑士莫林！”

“是你！”

借着微光夜视和红外成像，林默看清了来者，嘴角咧了咧，对方正是不久前将自己轰下城墙并且差点儿被斩杀的波特兰土系剑神马顿。

善者不来，来者不善！

“马顿叔叔！”

虽然看不清来者的长相，摩斯里格却从熟悉的声音里确认了对方的身份。

“摩斯里格，请稍稍等一会儿，我马上带您回去！”

波特兰土系剑神马顿身上猛然升腾起激烈的战气炎，剑指龙骑士，气势完全锁定住了对方。

“马顿大人，看来我也不晚呢！”

一个手持法杖的身影出现在另一个方向，法术盾的微光稍稍照亮了附近，空气中的元素系能量突然开始剧烈波动起来。

真是祸不单行，波特兰人的六阶魔法师也出现了。

呼！~

一片碎土撒向波特兰剑神和六阶魔法师，马顿立时一惊，手腕轻抖，浩然剑气撞开了扑面而来的泥土，而那名魔法师一挥法杖，法术盾前方猛然升腾起一道火墙，将富含腐殖质的泥土烧成了点点火星。

待两人反应过来对方纯属外强中干并没有后招时，那个斯兰龙骑士却不见了踪影。

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收回目光，低头呆呆地盯着自己与林默之间的地面，至少还有一顿丰盛的晚餐可以期待。

短短四天，林默带着这个波特兰人几次险死环生，为了避免被对方的魔法师发觉，甚至连光镜术都不敢用，行动十分小心谨慎。

利用那些波特兰战职者对火器完全毫无防备的优势，林默用随身携带的92式战斗手枪成功干掉了两名剑士，其中一名剑士的实力甚至与他同阶，却在猝不及防下被一枚9毫米口径钢芯弹头打爆了脑袋。

亲眼看到这一幕后，摩斯里格看向林默那支手枪的眼神便畏如蛇蝎。

太凶残了！

仅仅一声清脆的枪响，九阶剑士的眉心瞬间爆出一个血洞，后脑勺诡异地炸开小半，白色的脑组织混合着鲜红的血液喷出老远，脸上还依然凝固着生前的惊诧表情。

只要没有全力燃烧战气炎，在猝不及防下，仅凭肉体根本无法抵住那个古怪而凶残的炼金武器。

摩斯里格并没有看到林默仅留下一支长剑后，用左腕上那圈毫不起眼的黑色扁腕镯去轻触死者身上所有的金属物品。

就像变魔术一般，所有的金属在接触腕镯后都无一例外地消失不见。

天色渐渐变暗后，林默终于扒开泥土，从依然热得烫手的土坑里掏出了一团泥块，生存刀轻易地剖开，一股浓郁的肉香散逸开来。

“开饭了，这是你的那份，拿好！”

一团热气腾腾的甲鳞猪肉放在树叶上递到了摩斯里格面前，他早已经是饥肠辘辘，顾不得烫嘴，手在身上胡乱蹭了几下，便抓起来往嘴里送，动作间毫无贵族形象，奔波的疲劳和饥饿让贵族风度荡然无存，这对于四天前的伯爵家嫡子来说，几乎是不可想象的。

“莫林大人，有没有考虑过到我们伯德家族做主厨，绝对比当没有龙的龙骑士有前途的多，有钱有女人，还不用那么拼命。”

说实在的，除了像条死狗一样被拖着东躲西藏，这位斯兰骑士倒没有虐待过自己，摩斯里格心底从来没有怨恨过对方，眼下的处境只是因为双方的立场不同罢了。

“您在开玩笑吗！”

林默才不会放弃龙骑士如此荣耀的战职，正欲继续开口，忽然停下了动作，转头看向已经黑得深手不见五指的密林间。

“呃，怎么了？”

正在大快朵颐的摩斯里格觉察到了异样。

“摩斯里格，恐怕我要跟你说再见的时候到了。”

林默丢下了手中的肉，将生存刀插回刀鞘，拔出了缴获的长剑，目光炯炯地盯着黑暗之处，同时将“龙将”战术头盔戴了起来。

“呵呵！真是好香的味道，能给我留一份吗？”

密林中传来一个男子的声音，方才还很远，下一秒仿佛变得就像在近前，对方的速度真是快得惊人。

“哼！拿命来换吧！”

光战气激烈鼓荡起来，林默反手撩起一剑，一道闪亮的剑气狠狠劈了出去。

光元素系战气虽然不是攻击性最强的战气，却是恢复能力最强的战气之一，加上争分夺秒地修炼“曜炎战气”，加快恢复战气和不断给自己释放光愈术，短短数日，在利安城受到的重创已经大有起色，重新恢复到了往日里七成的实力。

轰！~

林间同样飞出一道剑气，与林默释放出来的剑气狠狠撞到了一起，空气中轰然炸开一声巨响。

两道蕴含惊人破坏力的不同元素系剑气似乎半斤八两，不分上下。

“没想到又再次见面了，龙骑士莫林！”

“是你！”

借着微光夜视和红外成像，林默看清了来者，嘴角咧了咧，对方正是不久前将自己轰下城墙并且差点儿被斩杀的波特兰土系剑神马顿。

善者不来，来者不善！

“马顿叔叔！”

虽然看不清来者的长相，摩斯里格却从熟悉的声音里确认了对方的身份。

“摩斯里格，请稍稍等一会儿，我马上带您回去！”

波特兰土系剑神马顿身上猛然升腾起激烈的战气炎，剑指龙骑士，气势完全锁定住了对方。

“马顿大人，看来我也不晚呢！”

一个手持法杖的身影出现在另一个方向，法术盾的微光稍稍照亮了附近，空气中的元素系能量突然开始剧烈波动起来。

真是祸不单行，波特兰人的六阶魔法师也出现了。

呼！~

一片碎土撒向波特兰剑神和六阶魔法师，马顿立时一惊，手腕轻抖，浩然剑气撞开了扑面而来的泥土，而那名魔法师一挥法杖，法术盾前方猛然升腾起一道火墙，将富含腐殖质的泥土烧成了点点火星。

待两人反应过来对方纯属外强中干并没有后招时，那个斯兰龙骑士却不见了踪影。