Advent

The first level of Ba Tuo Hell, is outside the Evil Scale Fortress, in a certain cave.

A fierce man with a scar on his face growled at his two companions, "Before the female dragon comes back, let him sleep! Or all three of us - will - die!" He said through gritted teeth, pointing his index finger viciously towards a small pool in the cave.

The small pool was bubbling with poisonous green water, and right in the middle were three pale turquoise eggs, as big as buckets, with lines like snake scales on their surface. Two of them were dark in color, and the surface was sunken. They would never hatch. Another lucky one is a green hatchling that has just hatched. The wings of the baby dragon were half curled up, and the wing bones were still very soft. The surface of the body is covered with light green scales, resembling hardened snake skin, smooth and smooth, pressing against each other. The inner side of the wing membrane and the neck abdomen revealed yellowish-brown soft skin.

The fledgling dragon clicked and chewed on the eggshell, feeling a little dry after a couple of bites, ducked his head and sucked up the pool of water, then barred his mouth and stared wide-eyed at a few strange fellows. His bloodline had allowed him to understand the language of these humanoid creatures from birth, but he couldn't understand what they were doing.

The roar of a giant beast came from outside the cave, and the man shivered. "Quickly think of a way!"

One of his companions was a ragged wood elf and the other a shield dwarf with a face full of rage. All three wore slave collars inscribed with the Purgatory language.

The wood spirit curled up and hugged her arms.

"How were you put to sleep when you were children?"

The knife-scarred man was in a trance for a moment, recalling the years before the sword and the blood shadow, memories so distant they felt like someone else's.

In the dim candlelight, the tired woman opened the picture album and told the child on the bed the absurd and legendary story.

"Bedtime Stories ..."

Once upon a time, there was a boy who had a guardian angel of his own.

When he walked alone in the wilderness, he would not be afraid.

For the breeze was the angel's greeting and he stayed with him.

When he slept alone in the darkness, he would not be afraid.

For the candlelight is the angel's eyes, and he accompanies him.

The man chanted softly, and the woman's face in his memory had become increasingly blurred... If he had not joined the Church of the Evil God, would he have stayed with her and spent his life peacefully, chanting ballads to his son?

Kerala!

A huge thunderbolt swept over the cave as if someone had been struck, and there came an ethereal wail.

The man looked back to find both the dwarf and the elf gazing at him in astonishment. He quickly composed himself and looked at the green dragon.

To his disappointment, the green dragon tilted its head and showed no signs of falling asleep.

The fledgling dragon was confused; he had understood the story but not the logic. Why would an angel from the upper realms carry around to protect a weak mortal? A strong man expending his energy on a weak man?

It's inexplicable!

"Fuck! It's better to let me go out and fight to the death!" The scar man sat on the ground. He secretly hated why he was involved in this pool of muddy water. If he hadn't gone to Hell to explore, if he hadn't skimmed when paying the devil, if he hadn't been bought by the female dragon...

The wood elf looked at the two men and said, "Let me try?"

The knife-scarred man made a please gesture.

The voice of the wood elf is ethereal and translucent, and the short poem is like a slowly uncovered gauze towel, showing the murmuring forest.

The unicorn, which never was.

They do not know it, but always love-

Love its movements, its gestures, its long neck.

Until the brilliance of that silent gaze.

It admittedly does not exist. Yet by loving it, it becomes

A pure beast. They cast space away forever.

Yet in that transparent, preserved space

It gently raises its head, hardly in need

So that a horn is born on its forehead.

It comes to a maiden all white.

Reflected in a silver mirror and in her bosom.

The last few words end in tears. The wood elf sat slumped on the ground, holding his face in both hands and saying, "I want to go home"

The young dragon did not understand at all the ethereal tranquillity of elven culture or the sadness of the area.

There is only one word he understands in this tale, unicorn. In the race's memory, this creature ranked at the top of the forest's recipes, and the meat was tender and delicious to the core. The taste buds inherited from his ancestors made the hatchling's mouth water and he bounced around trying to get the elf to say another paragraph. But his vocal cords had not yet formed and all he could do was "ahhhhhh".

"Ah!" The shield dwarf suddenly roared loudly, startling the green dragon as he bared his sharp baby teeth and hissed and growled at him.

The shield dwarf pouted in disdain, "Chirping twat, what's so terrible about dying? The descendants of the mountains have never been afraid of death, our ancestors will shelter us!"

He leaps onto a low stone, using his chest as a drum and his fist as a mallet, and thumps and thumps, revealing the sound of the high mountain wilderness, rough, bleak, and majestic.

Heya! My brother, death is no punishment!

When it strikes your stone house, do not wander, do not fear.

Heya! Take up your war hammer and give it to your son, and he will carve your tombstone!

Heya! Take up your leather armor and give it to your wife, she will carry on the family line for you!

Heya! Take your gold and give it to your clan, and they will sing for you!

Hey! Hey! My brother, death is not to be feared, the spirits of the ancestors sing from the hillocks: Heya! Heya!

The Shield Dwarf poured out all the hopelessness and anger of his fate, emotionally charged, his beard trembling and his chest heaving violently.

The fledgling dragon seemed to be shocked, then jumped up in anger. What was this stubby creature babbling about? What nonsense is this thick and short creature talking about? He actually said that he would give all the treasures to others! The treasures are mine, they will always be mine, and no one will give them!

He splashed the pool water on the dwarf, who raised his arm to cover it. The pool water splashed onto his skin, making a creaking sound.

The shield dwarf picked up a stone from the ground, "You mean green-skinned bastard ..." and made to throw it.

Thud!

A gigantic object landed vertically at the entrance of the cave, causing the earth to tremble.

It blocked the light from the cave entrance and took one step, one step towards the trio. The distant sounds of killing and bursting were silenced by her terrifyingly heavy gasp.

The shield dwarf let go of the stone in shock, the scarab beside him gulped and the wood elf shuddered even harder. The fledgling dragon sniffed and ah-ah-ah-ahed happily.

She emerged from around the corner, a huge female green dragon with claw-shaped wounds on her spine and forehead, blood dripping down her scales.

The golden vertical pupils of the mother dragon are cold and cruel. She was biting a long spine in her mouth, dragging the head of a silver dragon onto the ground.

The female dragon let go of the trophy and looked at the hatchling, then swept over the trio one by one.

"Didn't I ask you guys to lull him to sleep, slave." Green Dragon's deep voice echoed throughout the cave.

Scar Man Battle Chestnut said, "Master, we tried! We told him bedtime stories."

"What did you say?"

"Let the child feel at ease before going to bed guardian, angels, unicorns and..." Under the mother dragon's gaze, the scar man's voice became smaller and smaller.

The female dragon stretched out her front paws that were covered in minced meat. "Useless inferior creature."