Kapitel 1: Dragon slayer(1)
**One Month Later**
The White Dragon Velteer lived high in the mountains, deep in the middle of a vast forest teeming with dangerous beasts. The forest was filled with traps from flora that, if you made even the slightest mistake, could end your life before you realized what happened.
Velteer had lived for over a hundred years and was still single, never having a mate, keeping her virginity all this time. She loved to fly out and steal shimmering valuables like gold, pearls, and other beautiful items like silk or noble furnishings. If a village couldn't meet her demands, she'd burn it down without mercy.
Five towns had already fallen victim to her, including a port town that should've been an economic hub but ended up in ruins because of Velteer's extortion. The kingdom and its people had lost an enormous amount of wealth, so they pooled together a massive bounty for her capture. Yet, no one had managed to succeed.
Because besides the deadly forest, Velteer lived in a cave on a white mountain, guarded by dozens of wyverns watching the approach. A powerful energy barrier had shielded her lair for over a century, and traps lined the entry, ready to obliterate any intruder. Few reached Velteer's doorstep, and those who did... well, they ended up as shredded remains beneath her claws.
But then, something completely unexpected happened.
**BOOM!!!**
A thunderous crash echoed throughout the area, loud enough to be heard even ten kilometers away. Needless to say, a creature as powerful as a dragon would definitely pick up on it. Velteer's ears twitched, her silver eyes snapping open as she awoke in her chamber. She quickly climbed off her bed, rushing to the cave entrance, only to be greeted by an astonishing sight.
A man clad in full iron armor, covered with a green cloak, stood there, holding a massive sword that fit his hands perfectly. He carried a large backpack on his shoulders, with the backdrop of the burning forest behind him—engulfed in a sea of flames.
"You must be the White Dragon Velteer," the man spoke, his voice smooth and clear, despite the weight of his armor.
Standing before him was a woman with waist-length white hair, draped in an extravagant black silk gown patterned with butterflies. She had a sultry figure, capable of captivating any man's gaze, especially with her ample chest visible through the delicate silk fabric, and her face looked like it had been sculpted in a dream.
Yet, what set her apart from any human woman was the large, intimidating black horn growing between her bangs. It radiated power, making her aura unmistakably formidable.
"You dare trespass into my home, human?" Velteer narrowed her silver eyes at him, irritation plain on her face.
"Indeed. My name is Randon Viteriat, representative of the kingdom. I'm here to eliminate you, White Dragon Velteer, under charges of destroying eleven towns, burning thirty-seven forests, killing two thousand, seven hundred forty-two citizens, and causing total damages valued at one thousand seven hundred and five million gold coins. You are a grave threat to the kingdom."
"Hmph. Foolishness," Velteer snorted, dismissing him with contempt.
"The kingdom has offered you two choices: death, or—"
"I'm tired of hearing the same nonsense," Velteer interrupted, her hand lighting up as a sudden explosion filled the air, blasting through the space between them. Smoke and dust billowed, and the armored figure before her was nowhere to be seen. She laughed mockingly.
"A human, trying to play above his station against a dragon. Ridiculous."
"It's not the dragon's place to flaunt superiority over a human," came that same calm voice, now behind her. Velteer spun around, wide-eyed, but before she could react, a gauntleted hand grabbed her chest from behind.
"Turning into a human, how scandalous. Care to explain why?" Randon taunted.
"You filthy human!" Velteer's face turned beet red, screaming as she kicked Randon away, sending him flying several meters.
"You dare lay hands on me? Turn to dust!" she roared, summoning hundreds of orbs of glowing light above her. They pulsated with massive energy, ready to explode and obliterate everything before her.
"Die!" Velteer commanded, and the orbs shot through the air, crashing down around Randon in rapid succession like festival fireworks. There was no way any ordinary human could have survived.
"This is what you get for daring to insult me, human."
"Is that all you've got?" a familiar voice called out. Velteer froze in disbelief as the smoke began to clear, revealing the armored figure standing unscathed, advancing towards her with a menacing confidence.
"How... How are you unharmed?!"
"I came prepared. My armor's made from the scales of a Light Dragon and the hide of a Dark Dragon. It's incredibly resistant to light-based attacks. Even if they're from lesser dragons, it does the job well."
"Lies! No way that could protect you so perfectly! Even with armor, you should've felt something. How can a human resist a dragon's attack like that? Tell me!" Velteer demanded, pointing accusingly as Randon vanished from her sight, reappearing right in front of her. He tightened his grip on his sword, preparing to strike.
"A mere sword can't harm dragon flesh."
"We shall see," Randon answered confidently, swinging the blade down. Velteer blocked with her arm, but it wasn't enough. Though it didn't sever her limb, the blade sliced through, drawing blood that poured down, the impact slamming her voluptuous body hard against the cave ceiling.
She fell with a thud, rubble crashing down around her. Velteer looked up, her beautiful face twisted with pain and resentment. How could a mere human, one she'd mocked for over a century, manage to hurt her? No enemy had ever done so in her sixty years of life.
"Times have changed, Velteer," Randon said, red eyes glowing under his helmet. He lifted his sword, letting Velteer see it clearly before she gasped, eyes widening.
"Is that—?!"
"This sword was forged from the horn of a Black Dragon slain a thousand years ago. One hundred dwarven blacksmiths worked on it, using the flames of four mature Fire Dragons. It took six hundred sixty-six days to complete. Yes, it was crafted specifically to kill dragons."
"Impossible! The Black Dragon's horn is far too heavy for any human to wield!"
"That's because I'm not just any human," Randon said, his voice cold. Black energy surged from his body, forming a massive shadow resembling a dragon. Its red eyes locked onto Velteer, and she shivered, fear running through her veins.
"A Black Dragon… You… Could it be—?"
"Yes. A thousand years ago, humanity took down the first dragon to attack the capital. The hero's name was Conneth, my ancestor, and that dragon was the Black Dragon. He offered its body to the royal family, but secretly kept certain parts for himself."
"....."
"He kept one horn, ten liters of blood, ninety-nine scales, and a kilogram of bone dust."
"You!"
"Exactly. The horn became this sword, the blood and dust were used for potions, and the scales were incorporated into this armor. I drank the potion, gaining immense strength, comparable to that of a dragon. I have a weapon specifically designed to kill dragons and armor that can withstand their attacks," Randon declared, readying his stance. Seeing no other choice, Velteer turned, trying to flee the cave. But she was too slow.
"I am the Dragon Slayer."
**BOOM!**
Randon stomped once, launching himself after Velteer with enough force to cut through the air itself. His blade came down on her back without hesitation. She was stunned by his speed, but at the last moment, her body shifted back to its original form.
The giant blade struck her back, now covered in thick, white scales. But even the hardest scales couldn't withstand the power of the dragon-killing blade. A deep gash tore through her back, blood streaming from the wound.
Velteer's beautiful face twisted in agony, the once proud, invincible dragon now scarred by a mere human she'd looked down on for a hundred years. She gritted her teeth, spreading her wings to escape the cave as quickly as possible, soaring into the sky where she hoped he couldn't follow immediately.
Once free, she saw the sea of flames below, her eyes widening in fury. She summoned a rainstorm, her magic quenching the fire within moments. Yet, even as the flames vanished, the blackened remains of trees and animals lay pitifully in their wake.
"Does it hurt?" Randon's voice echoed, provoking her rage once more.
"According to reports, Velteer is very territorial. This forest is part of your territory, right?"
"WHY DID YOU DESTROY MY FOREST?!" Velteer's voice roared like thunder, enough to shatter any ordinary person's spirit. But Randon stood unfazed, his crimson eyes glaring through his helmet.
"And why do dragons burn our forests?" he replied, taking a step forward.
"Why do dragons destroy our towns?" He raised the sword, resting it on his shoulder, lowering his stance.
"If dragons take what we have, we will take what belongs to the dragons. That's equality." Randon shot up into the sky towards Velteer, swift as ever. But this time, she smiled, completely unworried.
'Fool, all I need to do is dodge,' she thought. Just as Randon closed the last few meters, Velteer flapped her wings, evading at the last possible second, letting his armored figure shoot past her.
Or not.
**SWISH!**
Randon twisted mid-air, swinging his blade unnaturally towards Velteer. The dragoness gasped, pain exploding as her arm was slashed three times in rapid succession. How did he move like that?
Her silver eyes caught sight of the green cloak flapping behind him, resisting air in a way that defied reason. That had to be the source of Randon's unnerving maneuverability.
"My cloak is made from the wings of a mature Wind Dragon. That's how I can move in the air like this."
"How many dragons have you killed?"
"I don't keep track of the lesser ones. As for the greater ones... well, you're the first."
"What?!"
"I've never hunted a greater dragon before. You're the first."
"Ha! Don't get your hopes up," Velteer snarled, summoning massive orbs of lightning, channeling all her power into her palms. Energy crackled, bursting with intensity.
"Try this!" Velteer unleashed the beams, each one strong enough to turn a massive creature into ash. Randon remained calm, reaching for a shield hidden in his large backpack.
"Pointless," he muttered, raising the shield against the lightning. It dispersed on impact, absorbed into his body, transforming from destructive force into pure energy. His body radiated with renewed strength.
"Impossible!!" Velteer screamed, infuriated.
"This shield was crafted from the scales and bones of a Lightning Dragon. Dwarves and elves enchanted it with runes. The more lightning you throw at me, the more it empowers me."
"Then—"
"Give up. Did you think I just kill dragons without preparation? I've studied every spell and readied counters for everything you can do."
"Nonsense! I am a dragon! I will never yield to a mere human!" Velteer roared, claws extending as she lunged at Randon. In the air, her superior speed let her land a flurry of blows, and in true flight, her movements left him on the defensive.
"How's that?! A human born without wings thinks he can fight a dragon who's flown since birth?!"
"Dark Crescent Blade!" Randon shouted, dark energy surging across his sword. He spun, creating a destructive arc of power.
For a moment, Velteer looked like her soul had left her body, and she plummeted to the ground, unable to stabilize herself. Randon didn't let up, diving after her and stabbing his blade into her pristine white wing.
"AAARGH!!" Velteer shrieked, and Randon quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the ear-piercing cry. Her voice echoed for kilometers, reverberating in the mountains.
"Surrender."
'No... I won't surrender.'
'I will... kill you.'
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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