Dragon Realm
Episode 40's

"Mr Gryphon!"

A burly, iron-clad male pig pushed towards him. Both fell to the side. A few seconds later, the place where the Gryphon was standing was bathed in flames. The archers manning the nearby tower made a brief work of the brave reptiles. The firedrake fell to the ground, destroying several empty tents in a deserted market nearby.

Grimacing more because of the burden on him than from his near-death death, the ruler of Penacles grumbled at the figure who had saved him.

"Thank you, Blane, but if you want to make your actions count, I'll have to ask you to let go before I die from lack of air."

The big bear grinned. “Sorry, Mr Gryphon! When you appear, the Dragon is suddenly attracted to you! It is likely that they have been given orders to stop you at all costs! ”

"The most liked. What's going on here, Blane? Can we hold on?”

"I think so. Zombies run out of stairs even if they don't run out of sense to climb them! Gods! Where did they get it all?”

“Will I know. Perhaps ...” Gryphon's words came to a halt as he watched the Lochivar horde begin to retreat. Penacles has survived one more day.

“Maybe what? Mr Gryphon?”

"Where is the general?"

“The change? Exit near the south gate. A group of black people tried to sneak to the west side. Imagine he's already mopping it now.”

Gryphon placed his hand on Blane's shoulder.

The commander shuddered involuntarily; the lion's claws could easily tear his neck. There was still something about the beasts in the Gryphon realm. That's been proven.

“Blans. I'm sure I have the key to solving this war before we all perish because of fog or enemies.” As if beckoned, the commander coughed in a hoarse voice. “We don't have much time. I have to do it."

"Doing"—cough—"what?"

“I know the source of Gray Mist. That's the Black Dragon itself!” Blane's eyes widened. "Then in order to destroy the fog, you have to kill the Black Dragon?"

The others nodded.

The commander turned red. “I think you will go there alone and take care of him! Mental illness!"

“Great power will never work. Humans would succumb to the fog the closer they came to the Black Dragon. Without Cabe, Lady, or Shade, I only have myself to go to.”

"Kill yourself! I won't have it!"

The Gryphon pulls him forward with his uniform collar. Blane found his face very close to the beak of the lion bird.

“You are in no position to tell me what to do! I'm sorry, Commander, but the Penacles won't last much longer! Lochivarites almost succeeded this time! Didn't you notice how slow the archers were?

We also lost too many men with each onslaught update! I have no choice!"

Dark masses flowed towards the area, the rest of the fanatical army. For the first time, the scenery did not seem so covered by the horde. Lochivarites have suffered many casualties. It still left the Black clan. Many dragons had yet to enter the battleground. It won't be long before they do.

There are also Kirg to consider. No doubt he was waiting for both sides to weaken themselves, where he would enter and try to seize the library on behalf of the Dragon Emperor. How long will he wait?

Looking somewhat embarrassed, Blane bowed in front of the Gryphon and presented him with his sword. “I'm sorry, Sir, for my actions. Grabbing guns. If you have to face the Black Dragon, he will be useful to you.”

Gryphon smiled as he could. "Wake up, Commander." He studied the man. "Royal background?"

"Yes." Yeah."

“Think of that much. Second or third child, no doubt. I've met your type before.” Blane blushing. “Save your sword.

I'm sure it will help me well for most needs, but some things can penetrate the Dragon King's armor. No, I'm gonna need something else. ”

“If the skin is so thick, you will need magic. It will cut something normal.”

The eyes of the Gryphon glittered. "Yes! I believe I have it! I'll let Azran's toys fulfill his claim!”

If Blane had previously looked pale, her face now turned like a corpse. “Horned Knife? It is said that Master rather than King died because of that cursed weapon!”

Murdery, flat tone. “There's no story to it. At least three. It brought about the destruction of everything they planned. It gave the damned lizard several more generations! Azran had to pay a lot; his creation would satisfy a fraction of that money!”

Around them, survivors of the final confrontation set out on the task of finding the wounded, disposing of the dead, and moving debris and debris. There is an endless supply of each. Walls became more and less manned. The Black Dragon rushed so that neither Toma nor Kirg would claim the reward before him.

Turning his gaze away from the scene, the Gryphon once again turned to the commander from Zuu. “When Toos arrives, I want you two to meet me at the stables. You will receive your last order then. ”

"You're gonna need supplies."

“I will bring very little. I have to move fast if I hope to succeed at all. ”

Blane saluted. Gryphon left, his mind rushing, the river flooded. The Horned Blade was a vile weapon; some said it could overwhelm a carrier. That's all the presuppositions as far as lionbird is concerned. Only three had ever wielded the sword of hell, the first two were Azran and the Brown Dragon. If they are fascinated, their actions do not show it. Gryphon wished he had the foresight to question Cabe. It's too late now.

Why is the gun here? Azran would have wanted it. The ruler of Penacles was not a believer in coincidence. Everyone has a reason, especially this one. No, he decided, the Horned Sword has been abandoned for a reason. A trap? Might as well. Wh why? Azran could not work on the assumption that someone would use it. It was as impossible as the idea that the witch's minions had betrayed her.

He finally found himself at the door of his room. The two iron golems were looking at him emotionlessly. With a slight nod, one of them opened the door. The gryphon stepped in.

Not believing in the sword and unwilling to leave it in Cabe's room, he had ordered one of the golems to pick it up and send it here. That same creature was now standing waiting, the ominous sword in his metal hand pointing directly towards the lion bird. The Gryphon hopes the sword has no control over living things.

He held out his empty palm. "Give me the gun."

The golem grasped his sword in a way that would make anyone only have one hand. He extended his handle to his master. Feathers and feathers slightly ruffled, the Gryphon gripped the Horned Sword.

It was a tickle, but that's all. Surprisingly, he was almost disappointed. Almost. While the Gryphon enjoyed the challenge, he did not commit suicide. Those who went fearlessly and wholeheartedly into the battle of life were rather short. Common sense dictates his actions. Until now. He must admit to himself that Blane is right; this mission could be disastrous.