Chapter 2 It Is a Difficult Task to Protect the Dragon Egg

"Sister, the treasures in Columbia are right in front of us. We made it!"

"Yes, we made it. But I'm sorry, I have no choice."

He was stunned. With a gunshot, he felt a whip on his chest.

Then he touched his body and felt some warm liquid.

Under the searchlight, the red color on his hand looked extremely terrifying.

The woman put down her gun and looked at him apologetically.

"Sister, why did you betray me..." He wanted to say that, but he couldn't make a sound.

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"Ah!"

With a howl, Neigher woke up and gasped for breath. He seemed to have fainted just now, and the nightmare woke him up.

It was late at night. The moonlight only gave a little light through the treetop which was as high as a dozen floors.

"Alas..."

He covered the scales on his abdomen with his claws to control his breath and calm down the nightmare.

It had been three days since he traveled through time, but he still dreamed of the memories of his previous life, especially the scene that his sister had betrayed him before he died.

As the scholars who explored forbidden magic, their industry competition was quite fierce. In order to obtain forbidden spells and strength, it was a common practice for them to monopolize the treasures, or to sacrifice their friends to the dangerous God of Evil to obtain secret knowledge.

He had gone through too many betrayals, family, or friends. A second ago, they were still friends and family members, and the next second, they would betray each other for a treasure.

He had only trusted his sister most and believed she would not betray him, but this trust made him pay the price of his life. The reason why he died before the time travel was that his sister had shot him in the back in order to monopolize the treasures.

"Well, family affection or friendship is nothing. Greed is the true human nature. "

He turned over and got up. The wide wings on his back were a little sore and numb because of his inappropriate sleeping posture. Because of the protection of the scales, there was nothing serious on his back where he had been hit by the magic before. The egg he was going to protect lay quietly beside him.

"Damn it! How long have I been knocked out? It's getting dark!"

Mom reminded him again and again that he couldn't stay in the forest at night.

"Now the battle should be over. I have to find the way home as soon as possible." Neigher was about to stand up with the egg in his hand.   

At this time, he saw a translucent human-shaped creature slowly approaching in the distance.

It had long ears, a handsome face, and a slender figure. Neigher's inherited memory told him that this was one of the unique races of the different world - elf. However, it was flying towards Neigher at this time. Its body passed through a branch, but it did not receive any hindrance.

Neigher shivered, which might be the danger mentioned by his mom.

The vague memory of the original owner told him that when the night approached, the boundary of death in this forest began to become blurred, and the dead people here would wander in this forest. And these ghosts with resentment were very dangerous.

Thinking of this, he wanted to run away as soon as possible. But he didn't expect that he suddenly felt pure malice emerging from behind him.

The elf-shaped ghost suddenly exerted its strength and rushed towards him at a fast speed.

Without any time to dodge, he quickly stretched out a claw to block the front, but the transparent ghost directly passed through his claw and body.

"It's so cold!"

Neigher shivered. He could feel that it passed through his body, and a piercing coldness with the ghost's charge. Was this its attack?

He hurried to run in the opposite direction with the egg in his arms, but the ghost rushed over from behind again. Although he dodged nimbly this time, his clumsy dragon wings were still penetrated by the ghost.

A chill immediately made the right wing stiff. Neigher found that his two front paws, which had just been passed through by the ghost, were not flexible because of the piercing coldness.

"Damn it! Don't let it touch me again!"

He looked back and saw that the ghost was only smiling at him in the air unhurriedly, as if his attack had succeeded.

However, while running, he was wondering why that ghost had such a strong attack on him? However, the inherited memories immediately explained to him.

The elf clan and the red dragon had a history of years of war. Perhaps this feud and obsession had crossed death together with the elf clan.

He was tired after a short run with the egg in his arms, and his physical endurance was not good. He found a bush to hide, hoping that there would be no other ghosts like that in the forest.

However, when he thought of this, he found a translucent thing floating over his head. He quickly held his breath and concentrated. Fortunately, the new ghost above his head did not find him.

It turned out that this kind of thing was everywhere in the forest! No wonder her mother didn't allow her to leave the lair at night.

"But what should I do? The body of the red dragon is too obvious. How can I not encounter these ghosts when I go home?"

He racked his brain and instantly came up with five or six plans of escape, but none of them were very reliable.

He felt the chill spreading slowly from the place where his chest had been passed by the ghost, and his body slowly became tired. It should be getting more and more serious as time went by. Now, only by returning to the lair to find mom could it be cured.

At this time, Neigher suddenly felt a deep and old voice in his mind.

"Make... a choice."

Neigher was shocked, because if he didn't mishear, the voice was in pure English!

"Who are you?" he asked in his mind, but there was no response.

Three lines of English suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, adjusting their positions with the movement of his eyeballs. It read:

"Item: a slate engraved with countless spells to build an enchanted barrier to resist something invisible."

"Blessing: strengthens the physical strength. For a young dragon who doesn't know how to spurt fire, physical strength is of great importance."

"Blessing: temporarily releases the real power of the red dragon."

What the hell were these? Blessing? Goods?

Why can I see these things?

"Choose... one." the old voice said in English. No matter where the voice came from, it must have something to do with his teleportation.

Countless doubts appeared in his mind, but his experience accumulated in the dangerous domain over the years quickly calmed him down.

"You know I come from the earth?" he muttered to himself.

"Make... a choice." the voice repeated.

Well, he wanted me to choose one of these blessings or items? It looked like a game.

His thought worked fast and he quickly and carefully read the words in his field of vision.

As for the two blessings, one was to increase the amount of physical strength of the red dragon, and the other was to temporarily release the real strength of the red dragon. If it really worked as described, it should be a good enhancement of ability. He was also curious about what the real power of the red dragon was. But none of them were more powerful than the first option.

"Item: a slate engraved with countless spells to build an enchanted barrier to resist something invisible."

Although the ghosts in the forest were not invisible, the knowledge of an occultist in his previous life told Neigher that this slate should also have an effect on the ghosts.

After all, the spells had been engraved on stones, runes, and parchments from ancient times to modern times. The ghosts that humans used them to resist should be similar to the ghosts of this world.

"I choose the first one," he said in his mind.

With this decision, the English in front of him disappeared. Instead, a big slate appeared beside him. Neigher didn't see clearly how it came out.

"The voice in my head really gave me something..."

He carefully observed the tiny golden words on the slate.

Neigher had seen many languages on it. For example, all kinds of Buddhist scriptures and incantations written in Sanskrit, Latin used by alchemists, and prays for the sun in ancient Egypt. The voice in his mind must have something to do with his previous life.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something looking at him above his head. Looking up, he saw the elf-shaped ghost again, who was looking at him with a smile.

Looking at this expression, it must be thinking where he could escape?

The next moment, the ghost swooped down towards Neigher.

Without any hesitation, Neigher picked up the slate with his claws and blocked the way between him and the ghost.

He immediately felt that his two front paws sank, and that thing seemed to have hit the slate in his hand. At this moment, he heard a miserable howl.

The slate worked.