Orario has lost his champions 2.219

From the thirty-seventh floor to the fifty-second floor, it was difficult for Ottar and Viggo, either because of the size of each floor that increased each time they went down or because of the strength of the monsters. Reaching the thirty-seventh floor had taken them a little over a day, but after that the pace of advancement slowed drastically. Viggo and Ottar had already been underground for two weeks, fighting and surviving on what they had at hand. Best of all were the rings and weapons Kain made for them. They fulfilled their role and withstood the hard advance. However, upon reaching the fifty-second floor, Viggo and Ottar were overwhelmed.

The floor was a mixture of rocky desert, without much to see and with a lot of darkness. However, what really raised the difficulty, was the large number of dragons that roamed the surroundings.

Viggo and Ottar noticed a huge red dragon with two wings and four legs. It must have measured fifty meters long from tail to head. Both watched from a corridor at the bottom of a huge rock wall. They leaned against the walls and slid until they were seated on the floor and let out sighs of exhaustion.

-What do we do?- asked Ottar leaning against the wall on the left.

Viggo leaning on the wall on the right was staring at him with the ultra-sword leaning to the right of Ottar. He had a tired face, Viggo didn't think he had a better face. Viggo raised his right hand and extracted from his ring the bottle of Estus that was left.

-Hey- Ottar protested from the front, but Viggo didn't pay attention to him. The latter opened the bottle, took a long sip, and threw it at Ottar, who caught it with his right hand. Ottar stared at Viggo and then looked at the bottle, only one more drink left, and they opened Viggo's provision. There was still the bottle of Ottar, but there was still the return trip, would they be, okay?

-Drink- said Viggo with a serious expression accentuated by his red hair and serious look. Ottar stared into his eyes, nodded, and drank what was left of the Estus. Then he threw the bottle at Viggo and the latter shortcut it in the air and kept it inside his ring. Viggo looked at Ottar and asked -Have you fought dragons?-

-Never so big- replied Ottar.

-I understand, well, most likely these dragons are very old, that means that their scales are hard, very difficult to penetrate-

-The point?-

-Let me finish- Viggo said with a frown, Ottar nodded calmly and Viggo continued -the important thing is that this will be a fight of endurance. The membrane of its wings can be considered hard, but a hundred times softer and easier to cut than scales-

-In short, you must attack their wings in such a way that they bleed. At the same time, running for our lives-

-If you want to play with the dragon and test your strength, for my sake, I will be watching you from a safe place-

-Idiot-

-Ok, but seriously, I only see one. You on the left and me on the right, we attack from both sides. If you see it spit fire, you move away as quickly as possible-

-Shut up, I'm not an idiot, you don't have to tell me the obvious-

-Well, Ottar the great adventurer. Whatever, what I want to ask is: if there is more than one dragon, can I leave you alone or do we need to step back and rephrase?-

Ottar frowned and said -Do you want a punch in the teeth?-

Viggo also frowned and replied -I'm serious, they are dragons, they will turn us into coal if they throw their fire at us-

Ottar looked down assessing his own abilities and then looked him in the eye -up to two, if there are three or more dragons, is a step back and reformulate the strategy. I don't think it's wise to struggle with more than that-

-I also believe the same- said Viggo, stood up and extracted from his soul the swords of chaos. It had a handle for the use of one hand, skull-shaped handguards with long fangs, a scimitar-shaped leaf thirty centimeters wide by one meter long and edged on both edges.

Ottar stood up from the ground, took the ultra-sword by the handle, and looked at Viggo. The latter nodded, Ottar responded in the same way, and they walked out of the cave into what was a desert with some rocks five or six meters high, but smaller than the huge dragons hanging around the floor. Viggo and Ottar moved forward at a slow pace, checking the surroundings, and looking for signs of the dragon they saw a few minutes ago. It was not very difficult to find, the enormous stature, red scales and tremors of his footsteps helped to identify him.

Viggo pointed his left sword at the dragon and Ottar nodded, both moving away from each other, moving behind the rocks, and begging for no more dragons in the vicinity. The tremors of the dragon's footsteps were louder, and the vibrations traveled through the earth until they reached the soles of Viggo and Ottar's feet and went up all over their body.

For his part, Viggo took a couple of minutes to reach a hundred meters from the red dragon. To his bad luck, the creature was looking in his direction, so he could only poke his eyes out to look. He was just a dragon, he hadn't even reached eternity, which took a huge weight off Viggo's mind. If they had been eternal dragons, he wouldn't even have considered fighting. Yes, there must be something, he thought. Surely his father has the answer, but that time, his foolish self-did not ask the right questions and was fascinated by the eternal archdragon. Although of course, it is not blamed, not every day to a dragon grow to the level of the snowy mountains and with a slap throw one.

Viggo took a deep breath, tightened the grip on the swords of chaos, and looked down the corner of a large rock at the red dragon. He had to consider, the jaws, the legs and the tail, all things with which he could be attacked, not counting the fire he could throw through his jaws. Finally, the long and prominent wings. They looked somewhat flaky, solid, but surely, they were a hundred times softer than trying to cut the scales from the body. Suddenly the dragon stopped, Viggo became tense, and saw the dragon turn its long neck to look at its swords. Then he saw Ottar running to his tail.

-Idiot- shouted Viggo coming out of the cover, ran with all his strength and saw how the dragon opened its huge jaws letting out flames and then roar and release a torrent of flames. Ottar moved from the right back side of the dragon to the left side, which reduced the range of range, but some flame girones passed near him, burning his skin. As its attack was unsuccessful, the dragon took a quick full body turn by sweeping its tail on the ground. Ottar jumped over the tail, but the dragon turned and attacked him with his left front paw. Ottar put the ultra-sword ahead and took the hit. He was sent to fly and crashed into a stone.

At the same time, Viggo, taking advantage of running with all his strength, jumped into the dragon's tail, and climbed on the back. The dragon turned its head and let out a flare on its own back. Viggo jumped over and threw his right chaos sword. The chain attached to the knob extended several tens of meters as the fire passed under Viggo. The sword stuck in the membrane of the wings, producing pain, and interrupting the dragon's attack. Viggo took advantage and pulled the chain in his right hand to propel himself towards the dragon's wings. That movement made him crash into the wings, but as he thought, the membrane was soft, like several folds of silk one under the other. Viggo nailed both swords from chaos in the wing and forced down to crack the wings. The wound was two meters long, but it was enough for the dragon to start bleeding as if his throat had been cut. Rosewisse and the Valkyries were right to protect their wings with that bulky armor, it was a delicate and fragile area.

The dragon screamed in pain and turned around falling on his back and turning until he was standing again. He saw Viggo lying on the ground, crushed, and stained with blood. It was not Viggo's, but the dragons. However, that didn't matter to the dragon. The latter sat in his hindquarters and filled his lungs with air until doubling its dimensions. He was going to launch a flare that would burn Viggo in a single blow. However, at that moment Ottar jumped onto his back while holding the ultra-sword with both hands and discharged it to the middle of the wings, producing a long cut of five meters long. That made the dragon roar and alert the other dragons that were walking on the floor.

Ottar wasted no time, fell to the ground, increased the size of his muscles as much as he could in the shortest possible time and threw a cut to the tap of the dragon's left leg. That broke the dragon's balance and fell on his back. Ottar took advantage of running with all his strength, reaching Viggo and running out to get between the rocks and get away from the area until returning to the cave they were initially.

Ottar didn't look back at any time, just running with Viggo over his left shoulder while holding him with his left hand and carrying his ultra-sword in his right hand. Already when he could no longer hear the roars of the dragon or its furious footsteps while looking for them, he stopped and sat Viggo against the wall on the right. Ottar looked at him closely and saw Viggo with a bloody face and breathing heavily. His nose was squashed, his arm was loose, and his leg twisted at a strange angle.

-Calm...- Viggo said with difficulty as he tried to breathe -Ill recover soon-

Ottar let out a sigh and fell sitting on his butt -damn, Viggo, you almost gave me a death scare-

-I, too, was afraid-

-Of course, you were afraid, idiot, a fucking dragon fell on you- shouted Ottar angrily, thinking that Viggo was going to be more cautious and would not make such a stupid mistake. However, he calmed down and understood. That creature, to be so big, was too fast. Ottar took the bottle of Estus from his ring, uncapped it and approached Viggo –come on, brother, drink– he said and gave Viggo a drink. The latter could only open his mouth while the Estus entered his system and helped heal his wounds.