Chapter 66: The Last Madness of the Dragon

"Hold head high--"

In the black night sky, a loud dragon roar came from afar. It sounded so harsh, so long, so painful.

A piercing pain suddenly hit Smaug's heart, making him feel lost.

Why, its scales, could not resist the human long sword?

The power is constantly passing, and the magic power is gradually dissipating.

No, impossible, how could it, die?

Smaug wanted to deny it, but the weakening that came from his body made it sober that he really seemed to be dying.

It, unexpectedly, was killed by a little human?

Thinking of this, Smaug couldn't help but want to laugh, yes, it, the great dragon Smaug, is now going to be killed by a small human sword through the heart?

Like a joke, it really made Smaug want to laugh.

"Huhuhu!" The wind around him still sounded, but Smaug could feel that he had lost his control over them, and it was falling.

It wants to continue to flap its wings to stop the momentum, but it cannot generate the slightest strength.

Suddenly there was an illusion in front of him, and in the midst of a fiery red, Smaug seemed to see the past again.

Breaking out of the eggshell, from wailing to be fed, Dao grows into the overlord of the sky. From obscurity to well-known.

It should have been a legend. Whenever people talk about it, they can only be amazed, fearful, and sighed.

However, now, it has suffered such a blow.

Smaug could imagine how a dragon slain by humans would become a negative laughing stock to set off the hero's deeds.

Its past exploits will become a joke because of this! No matter how many people he has killed and how many cities he has destroyed, nothing can change - the one who killed it will replace it and take away everyone's praise.

That damn human!

No!

Thinking of this, Smaug's golden pupil, which had almost disappeared, suddenly regained a terrifying and crazy look.

It must not endure the man who trampled on it, offended him, stepped on its corpse, and ascended the throne of honor.

Carl was clutching the hilt of the sword tightly, and countless hot dragon blood was rushing out along the long sword from the gap he inserted, dyeing him bloody.

Carl didn't feel well either. He had used all his strength just now to finally put the Elf Sword into Smaug's body.

Now, he is only supported by a will.

However, fortunately, Smaug was playing the ball, and all he did was not in vain.

Carl thought to himself, and looked up at Smaug's fading golden light with difficulty, as long as the golden light disappeared, then everything would be over.

Carl looked like this, looking at the dragon's eyes, from almost dim, to rekindled golden glow, and dyed crazy, blood red.

"Back to the light?" Unable to help, Carl suddenly popped out a word from his ancestors in his mind.

"Puff puff!" The wings that had stopped flapping once again blew a hurricane, and Smaug actually flew again, and then attached himself to the sea of fire in Long Lake Town.

The speed is incomparably fast, and it is like a warrior who sees death as home.

"Damn! Carl" couldn't help but scold, this dragon, gritted his teeth and refused to die, just wanted to take it to hell with him?

One person and one dragon soared into the sky above Long Lake, like a vertical meteor plummeting, and the speed of their descent was terrifying.

"Hahaha, die!" Smaug was completely mad. It no longer cared about anything else; even if it was obliterated, it was determined to take Carl down with it.

The residents of Changhu Town could only see the silhouette of a dragon and a lone figure in the sky, merging into a massive black shadow, blending and overlapping together.

Then...

"Boom!"

A tremendous crashing sound, massive fireworks, and enormous water splashes blended together. In the center of Long Lake, they rose up to 100 meters, spread out, and fell.

"Crackling!"

The scattered fragments and water flow floated and fell in the sky, resembling a grand fireworks finale. After a resounding explosion, after a brilliant display, it vanished, and calm returned.

After each firework bloomed, the main body that carried the explosive energy was often torn apart by the explosion.

So, what fate befell this splendid protagonist at this moment?

The residents of Changhu Town finally mustered their courage after the giant dragon's roar ceased for three minutes and walked towards the center of the town.

A massive gap, 100 meters in length, appeared in the town's center. However, aside from the rippling water waves, there was nothing in the pit.

"What's happening? Where's the dragon? And the human?" The residents of Changhu Town exchanged puzzled looks.

After such a collision, although everything might have been shattered into pieces, the dragon was so enormous that it couldn't simply vanish.

"Did it sink?" someone speculated.

"Possibly."

The residents of Changhu Town were in deep conversation.

Regardless of the dragon's fate, at least they could survive this attack.

At that moment, Bud stood on the wooden platform, watching the waves and currents wash away the water splashed by the wooden pillars, his expression somber.

He gazed silently at the enormous crater, not uttering a word.

After an unknown amount of time passed, he finally spoke.

"I believe in you, Carl. You kept your word."

Bud suddenly remembered the oath Carl had made to him. It seemed like a casual remark, an offhand verbal promise.

However, he hadn't expected Carl to truly risk everything for that statement.

Even at the cost of everything, including his life, Carl had bravely confronted the dragon.

Bud couldn't help but admire Carl's courage as he leaped onto the dragon's body. How decisive and brave he was.

It turned out that even mortals, as long as they held unwavering faith in their hearts, could overcome even demons.

Bud remained silent the entire time, not speaking a word. He was silently crafting a final farewell tribute to a true hero.

As the water rippled, the residents of Changhu Town suddenly heard screams.

"Not good! Come quickly! The mayor and Alfred were burned to death!"