"Voluntary Explorer" Emhardt walked silently through the woods and looked at the surrounding environment with some boredom, but nothing seemed to arouse his interest.

As a relic, Emhart doesn't actually need sleep. For him, sleep is more like an option to "skip" this period of time, which can make him more energetic, but it doesn't do anything at all.

necessary.

Emhart is an out-and-out coward. Unprotected sleep makes him very insecure, so most of the time, he doesn't need to sleep, except when traveling with Fisher.

Therefore, the nights seemed particularly long and boring without Fisher by his side.

But who told the hungry Dragon Queen to come back to him now? I don’t know how long the confrontation between the two sides will last. I can go back later.

What should I do on my own?

Emhard was thinking while flying, and even wanted to lie down in an unknown corner and wait until dawn.

He hesitated and stayed between the woods. At this moment, he smelled something that only he could smell. His one eye widened slightly, as if being led by the invisible smell, he couldn't help but

So I turned my book cover towards that side...

"Hmm, this smell...is there anything valuable in this deep mountain forest?"

He thought for a moment and then flew over there. Not long after, he saw a faint light of fire in the dense forest, which dyed the surrounding dark woods with a warm tone.

Emhard carefully clung to the backs of the trees, using them as cover and slowly moving forward, and soon he could clearly see the scene near the fire.

It turned out that someone had lit a fire there, and there were four figures of different races sitting around it, all dressed in different clothes. But judging from their clothes and weapons, they should be the troops of the Red Dragon Palace. I don’t know if they were responsible.

Night defense team on patrol.

The leader was a yellow dragon man sitting next to a huge stone, wearing complete linen clothes. There was a huge sword beside him, and he himself was holding a dagger there with a smile.

What is engraved on the stone?

"Boss Bull, what are you carving?"

Emhard blinked, and soon discovered that the thing that emitted the fragrance that attracted him just now was the thing carved on the stone by the yellow dragon man.

That is...

Listening to the inquiry from another werewolf holding a gun behind him, the yellow dragon man smiled heartily, turned around and answered,

"It's [Dragon Song], just record it."

"Long Ge, what is that? I have never heard of it."

"I heard from my wife that it is a very ancient art form of our dragon race. I have never heard of it before. I only heard about it from my wife and the Queen Mother."

"Let me hear what you said."

Next to the werewolf, a black-haired human woman with long hair that seemed to have not been combed for a long time smiled slightly and shouted at the dragon named "Bull".

"Hey, the things recorded by Long Ge are some of the things I think about in my heart, and they can't be put on the stage..."

"Come on, sister-in-law Mil is about to have her third child. Could it be related to this?"

The werewolf came over with a smile, looked at the emblem carved on the stone, which was similar to the magic carved by humans, and said so.

"Hey, no, no, stop teasing..."

Emhard, who was hiding behind a tree, stared closely at the dragon song that glowed slightly on the stone, and indeed found some clues.

Because when he was wandering around the southern continent, the dragon songs he saw were all left by the dragon race long ago. Although he could understand some of the content, he just felt that they were just some kind of poetry carved on the wall.

Art cannot be associated with the concept of "soul song".

Until now, a dragon race actually carved the dragon song, and he immediately thought of the magic that Fisher had carved.

It turns out that these dragon races use the soul energy contained in their dragon horns to express their thoughts!

Emhard squinted his eyes and peeked over, only to see that the brilliant words on the stone were slightly distorted, as if they were slowly floating in his eyes, forming streaks of hot light.

At the same time, a high-pitched singing sound like that of the dragon race Burr came from nowhere in his ears.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

The scene in front of Emhardt's eyes suddenly changed, turning into two distinct black and white shadows. One of the shadows had unique double horns and a long tail. Emhardt immediately thought of Fisher's best friend.

Raphael!

Who is the other one?

Emhardt couldn't see clearly. It seemed that the figure was wearing a thick, shimmering golden armor, which obscured many features of the figure. It was only clear from the outline of the armor that she seemed to be a woman.

female.

"Friendship is like gold, fight for freedom; friendship is like fire, fight for each other to get through difficulties!"

The scene in front of him kept changing. Emhard seemed to see the two women facing various difficulties together. The connection between them emitted sparkling golden light, and they sang loudly with countless Dragon Court flags behind them, as if they were about to turn into

A real dragon soars into the sky.

Just looking at the dragon song, Emhardt could feel the profound comradeship between Rafael and his partner. Even in the eyes of others like Bull, they were very grateful to these two who fought hand in hand.

leader.

"Queen, you hold the blade and fight in front; priest, you gather medicine and stay behind!"

The scene in Dragon Song once again changed significantly. It was divided into two ends. Rafael was fighting bloody battles in front with a blade, while at the other end, an unknown demi-race wearing golden armor stayed in the Dragon Palace.

Among them, production is organized and order is maintained.

One behind the other, the two looked at each other from afar, supporting each other.

"But, we have so many obstacles; but, we have so many confusions."

The picture suddenly became dark. Above, a pure golden sun, like a ferocious eyeball stained with bloodshot eyes, slowly rose. The sun, which should have been so radiant, swallowed up everything around it in an instant, shrouding darkness in the south.

The land of the continent, as well as Rafael and the unknown female demi-race.

The raging war fueled by blood continues to spread. Among the countless corpses, a yellow dragon race looks at his exhausted comrades, the queen and the priest who are fighting with blood. He is full of fighting spirit and can't help but ask questions,

"When will the war stop and I can put down the weapons in my hands? When will the swordsmen rest and I can pick up my farm tools and embrace my wife and children?"

The moment the dragon song stopped, Emhard also hit the nearby trees in a daze and fell out of mid-air uncontrollably.

"Crack!"

The few people over there were all looking at the dragon song carved by Buell on the boulder. Perhaps this Buell did not have any experience in composing dragon songs, and his skills and experience were far inferior to what Emhardt had read before.

The ones that passed.

But Dragon Song is Dragon Song after all. It focuses on the resonance between souls rather than the creative techniques.

Several other comrades-in-arms were Longting soldiers who were in the quagmire of war. Of course, they were deeply touched by Bull's thoughts, so they were completely immersed in it, until there was the sound of something falling in the grass not far away.

Only then did they finally come to their senses.

At the edge of the fire, the human woman with long black hair was stunned for a moment, then wiped her moist eyes, looked over there warily, and asked,

"who is it?"

"..."

But after a moment of pause, there was no sound from the other side.

The woman turned back and looked at her companions, and then they all raised their weapons and walked towards that direction, alert for any possible attacks from the Pseudo Dragon Court in the north.

However, after waiting for a while, they only saw a book with one eye, lying dizzy on the ground.

"Ugh...is this...long song...my head feels so dizzy..."

"Boss Bull, this is a...book? And it can also talk?"

The sound of the female voice reported brought Emhart back from his already very vague consciousness. He looked confusedly in front of him, but he only saw the outline of a woman with long black hair.

Hey, this figure...

I seem to have seen it somewhere...

In this dim lake, a memory suddenly popped up in front of Emhart's eyes as if it didn't exist.

He seemed to have seen a human woman with the same slender black hair, which was so long that her face and features were completely covered.

She was dressed in rags, and there seemed to be a smile that she couldn't see clearly at the corner of her mouth.

She seemed to have said something to herself a long, long time ago...

Well, what's going on...

"Little one, do you know you are precious?"

"Of course, I am the Great Book Sir!"

"Hahahaha, hello, hello, great Sir Shu, I am the great Ultraman."

"...what is that?"

"A guy who's a little more powerful than you."

"No one in this world is more powerful than me."

"real or fake?"
To be continued...