Chapter 3 The Red Dragon Is a Selfish Creature

Accompanied by a wail, the transparent figure seemed to have suffered great pain and floated away at a fast speed.

"This spell slate from the earth has worked!" Neigher thought.

However, the ghost did not seem to be willing to give up. After a while, it floated back, bringing more ghosts! They were all the same long-eared elves, looking at Neigher with an unfriendly expression.

"Is... Is it calling for reinforcements?" When Neigher was about to run away, those ghosts rushed over. Their bodies became lighter and lighter, and at last, he could only see some indistinct black shadows. It was difficult to capture these black shadows with naked eyes, but Neigher could feel that they were approaching.

"Do you have the invisibility skill?"

He then swung the heavy slate a few times with his two front paws, wondering if it would work.

Under the moonlight, he suddenly heard a burst of howls from the surroundings:

"Ah!"

"No!"

"Ouch! Ouch!"

The inherited memories told him that these whines belonged to the language of elf.

Neigher was stunned. Transparent white light flashed around and slowly floated around. He looked at the big stone in his hand with mixed feelings.

"I just want to wave a slate. How was it like waving an electric baton near the summer pond?"

He didn't expect it to be so effective. What was more unexpected was that so many ghosts were defeated by him. Those indistinct black shadows could only hover not far away and dare not approach him again.

After waving for a long time, Neigher finally didn't hear any cry. He breathed heavily and put the stone down. The red dragon's body was really not suitable to walk upright. He had just lifted the slate and circled around, making his two hind legs exhausted. He had to balance his tail with his wings to finish such a difficult move.

However, he looked at his chest, and the flesh under the scales was a little stinging. The coldness that had been alleviated before hadn't dissipated. The front paw and the right wing also slowly stiffened.

He tried to use the slate to stick to the stiff part, but it didn't work.

"It can't go on like this. I have to go back to my lair to find my mom as soon as possible."

It seemed that he could only slowly walk out of here with the slate on his back. He then went to the nearby branches to collect the vines to see if he could tie the slate to his back.

However, just a few steps away from the slate, he felt that the black shadows around him were about to pounce on him.

Frightened, he grabbed a vine and ran back to the stone.

He then tied the slate to his back. Although the stone on his back was not light, it was still acceptable in weight. But when he was about to pick up the egg on the ground, he found that he couldn't take anything else.

The coldness of the ghost attack was still spreading, and his body was now a little stiff. He really couldn't carry the slate and hold the dragon egg on his back at the same time.

He looked around and found that the black shadows had disappeared. Those ghosts seemed to have left. But he still didn't dare to leave the slate and go back.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a crack from the eggshell under his feet.

A crack appeared on the shell.

"Perfect! It's about to be born!"

As time went by, the crack on the egg expanded slowly.

"Crack!"

With a "click" sound heard, a red dragon about the size of a little horse broke out of her shell. Her body was only over one meter long, and the scales and wings of her body were covered with mucus. Her eyes slightly opened a small crack. The little guy shook off her shell and fumbled around.

Then she began to eat the eggshell beside, creaking, which reminded Neigher of the smell of the dragon egg when he was a child.

The inherited memory told him that the shell and nutrition of the red dragon were of great importance to the growth and development of dragons.

The young dragon licked her lips after having a good meal. It looked around curiously and found Neigher in the darkness. When her eyes focused on the red dragon which was three times bigger than it, she couldn't help but take two steps back with her eyes wide open.

Neigher found that the colors of her eyes were different. Her left eye was as golden as lava, and her right eye was blue with faint light.

She had a pair of distinct eyes. Was it very common for the red dragon?

The little guy looked at him and tentatively spoke out her name.

"Yane Klais."

The inherited memory of the red dragon told him that reciting the true name like this was the ceremony of the red dragon's birth. This was an important ceremony to prove to their parents that it had obtained the inheritance of the great dragon.

"Mom?" the young dragon asked tentatively as she saw that he didn't respond.

But before he could react, the young dragon seemed to realize something and suddenly arched her back. With two eyes of different colors, she vigilantly looked at the much bigger dragon in front of her.

"I'm not your mother, but I should be your brother," replied Neigher in a deep voice.

However, hearing this, the young dragon did not give up her vigilance but showed more hostility.

"Hah..." The creature threatened in a low voice with a yawn and could not help but take a few steps back.

From the pair of sparkling eyes, he could feel the fear that she tried her best to hide.

"Is she on guard against me? Shouldn't I be her blood relative?"

At this time, the inherited knowledge of the red dragon in his mind gave him the answer.

The bloody scene of two brothers of the red dragon race killing each other emerged in his mind and it should be the ancient memory of his red dragon ancestor.

In this memory of their ancestors, the younger brother bit off one of his brother's front paws. His brother screamed and escaped from the lair, but their red dragon parents seemed to ignore this matter. The memory was over.

The red dragon was greedy and selfish, and they were very clear that their own kind also had this characteristic. Therefore, brothers and sisters born in the same family were just competitors for their parents' food.

This should be the reason why the young dragon was hostile to him. Neigher guessed that she might have inherited a similar memory.

Neigher found the pieces of the eggshell on the ground.

It seemed that she was afraid of him and dared not approach those eggshell pieces again.

Nutrition was necessary for little dragons. It could even directly determine the future size and health. Therefore, eating the eggshell with rich nutrition was very important for the growth of the red dragon.

So he picked up some eggshell pieces and wanted to throw them to the little dragon that growled at him, showing that he had no malice.

However, the memory before his death in his previous life appeared in his mind again. His most trusted sister stabbed him in the back just to monopolize the treasures.

Neigher was abducted by human traffickers when he was very young in his previous life, but he was bought and cultivated by an occult organization because of his good intelligence. His sister had the same experience. They knew each other in the organization.

They grew up together in the harsh environment of the organization and lived together. In the end, the two of them supported each other step by step and became the leaders of the organization in that dark world. It could be said that their relationship was even closer than siblings.

In their last adventure before death, the two of them agreed to divide the underground treasures in Columbia equally. However, when her sister saw the treasures, she became greedy and directly shot Neigher.

Originally, it was common for them to betray their companions. He was also very vigilant, but he had never been on guard against his sister.

Well, the close relationship for so many years was completely not as tempting as the possession of treasures. Family affection or friendship was nothing compared to the greed of human beings. He decided to be a selfish guy all his life.

At the thought of this, he stopped showing his affection to the young dragon and picked up the rest of the eggshell pieces on the ground and put them into his mouth to eat.

In an instant, he felt a surge of power filling his whole body. Facing the dangerous surroundings, he felt lucky that he didn't leave the eggshell pieces to the baby dragon.

When he raised his head, he found that the little thing with distinct eyes had slipped away before he ate the eggshell and escaped to the depths of the forest.

Although the newly born red dragon could live independently by relying on the inherited memories, it should not be enough to deal with the danger of this forest. The surrounding black shadows and ghosts had already left, but the little guy should meet them soon.

"But it's none of my business," he thought. "I can tell mom the truth then. After the baby is hatched, she was lost."

He thought it was too cold-blooded to think so, but he ordered himself to adapt to such an attitude of life first.

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Neigher was looking for his home in the dark forest. The original owner's memory was in a mess and there was no reference to the route. And the original owner of his body had seldom gone out at night.

"Alas, if I could fly, I wouldn't have lost my way in this forest," he complained in his heart as he walked.

He didn't know the direction of the forest.

There were towering trees around, and there was no reference at all.

There were so many stars in the sky, much more than those on the earth. But this was a different world. Where could he find the Big Dipper to get the navigation for him?

The memory of the original owner told him that the west side of the sunset should be the location of the red dragon's nest.

Neigher then distinguished the general direction based on the thick moss on the tree. The leaves were not very obvious. But because the forest was too wet, the distribution of mosses was obvious.

"The leaves are thick in the south, and the mosses are thick in the north. Fortunately, I have learned this knowledge in primary school."

As he crawled towards the blurry direction, Neigher scratched the tree from time to time to leave some marks on it.

The forest was scary. He could feel that something was following him from behind. Some figures flashed through the depths of the forest from time to time.

After climbing for almost half an hour, he suddenly felt a sore spot between his eyebrows. Some sight seemed to be cast over, and there seemed to be something huge looking down at him.

He looked up but saw nothing but the trees.

But he knew that there was indeed something looking at him there.

Although that thing was invisible, Neigher felt it was incomparably huge. It might be as tall as a building with more than ten floors. It lowered its head and looked at the forest in silence.

"Damn it!"

He looked up at the void on the top of the tree and felt his heart in his throat.

As time passed, he could clearly hear his own heartbeat. Although that thing didn't have a body, it seemed to be able to crush a weak red dragon like him by doing anything.

When he was about to run away.

The sense of gaze suddenly disappeared.

It took Neigher a long time to understand that the thing had left.

"Phew..." he took a deep breath and felt that he almost died.

"What's that? Is it also the ghost of this forest? What kind of a behemoth can turn into a ten-story tall ghost after its death? The forest is so weird. No wonder my mom didn't let me come here at night. How did the owner of his body live in this damn place for five years?"

At this time, he felt that the cold in his chest was still spreading and getting weaker and weaker.

His body's resistance to the cold was about to reach its limit. He felt more and more sleepy, and his movements gradually slowed down.

But fortunately, if it was not beyond his expectation, he would be home in a few steps.

However, under the moonlight, he saw a familiar tree by the lake. When he took a closer look, his heart suddenly stopped beating.

He met the mark he had made on the tree before!

"Does this mean that I have returned to the place half an hour ago?"

Neigher felt his scalp tingling. He climbed forward at a fast speed, but the marks he had made on the tree before were presented in front of him. The coldness in his body made him stagger.

Ten minutes later, he saw his first mark again.

He returned to where he had been.

"No, I'm running out of time."

The dullness of the muscles did not get better because of the strenuous exercise. Gradually, he felt sleepy. He realized that if he fell asleep, he would really be swallowed by the coldness!

He flapped the huge dragon wings clumsily again, but he still couldn't fly. The wings penetrated by the ghosts had become unable to stretch.

Most importantly, he was completely shrouded in despair. In this situation, he couldn't think of any way to go out.

The slate on his back became heavier and heavier, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"Oh my God! I'm going to die here!"

This thought filled his mind.

Despair overwhelmed him and he was about to fall asleep. He could feel that this short time of life was about to come to an end.

"Wake up."

Suddenly, a dragon's voice coming from afar pulled him out of his sleepiness.

"Wake up!"

Neigher opened his eyes in a daze and managed to get up again with the help of his wings. He bet he had slept for a while.

"This way."

The voice continued.

Neigher took a closer look and saw a creature the size of a little horse calling him in the darkness. One eye of the visitor was golden and the other was blue, and a pair of small dragon wings showed her identity.

It turned out to be the newborn dragon. Neigher thought she had already died in this forest.

"Yane Klais." This seemed to be her name that was called out when she was born. Mom said she should be his sister.

The baby dragon named Yane walked towards the darkness of the forest. She seemed to know where to go.

She ran a few steps and saw Neigher didn't follow her, so she hopped back. She turned around and urged Neigher.

"This way!"

Without hesitation, he dragged his tired limbs and followed her.