บท 183: Chapter 163 The White Ghost
It was another night, and the roar of the dragon once again resounded across Berk Island.
The dragons, their bodies burning with flames, fell like flaming meteors.
A strong man with bulging hair and beard walked up to all the Vikings who were ready to fight, holding an axe.
Leader Stoick swung his double-bladed axe at the attacking dragons and shouted,
"Don't let them succeed!"
"oh--!"
The Vikings roared and rushed forward with weapons raised to fight with the dragons.
Catapults were launched one after another, casting deadly nets at the dragons in the air.
I watched as a group of terrifying dragons were caught in the net and fell to the ground amidst their panicked cries.
Suddenly there was a howl in the air.
The terrifying whistling sound caused by the air being pierced made the Vikings below look horrified, as if they had thought of something.
The next moment, a purple-red breath streaked across the gray sky.
The net that covered the terrifying dragons collided with them, and in the high temperature that caused sparks to fly, the net fell apart.
The terrifying dragons flapped their tiny wings and fled in all directions.
Stoick narrowed his eyes and looked sharply in the direction where the purple-red breath came from.
However, no suspicious dragon shadow was seen.
Before he could find any clues, two howls were heard in succession.
It was as if a stealth fighter plane roared across the sky and dropped two shells in succession.
Two plasma bombs flew into the Viking settlement.
The first one blew the fence of the cattle pen directly into pieces.
The second one burned a tall sentry tower in half.
As the sentry tower rumbled to the ground, all the Vikings confirmed one thing -
"That ghost is here again!"
The first shout was heard among the Vikings, and then there were more and more voices.
People's hearts were visibly unstable.
Many people looked up into the sky with frowns on their faces, and those who were fighting the dragon hesitated.
It's not that they are timid, but the arrival of the "ghost" during this period of time has forced them to be extremely vigilant.
It was an invisible dragon, whose movements had never been captured by anyone.
It is extremely fast and its breath is extremely accurate, and every attack can cause precise damage.
"That ghost...what kind of dragon is it?" Stoick muttered helplessly as he looked at everyone's performance.
Before he finished his words, there was another whistling sound of air.
He suddenly jumped sideways.
A plasma bomb brushed past his body and flew backwards, landing in a cattle pen, startling the yaks and making their hooves ring.
Several yaks were blown away by the shock wave of the plasma bomb.
A yak that was hit by a plasma bomb was instantly turned into a crispy outside and tender inside roasted beef.
Stoick wiped his face.
When the plasma bomb passed by him, he could feel the extremely violent power contained in that small breath.
Like the ominous offspring of fire, lightning, and death.
The Secret Death...
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing past very close to him.
He turned around suddenly, and the Viking warrior's instinct made him subconsciously lock on a direction and throw his axe heavily.
The axe spun in the air, drew a beautiful arc, and then with a "swoosh" sound, it was deeply embedded in the ground of the cowshed.
In the cowshed, You Huan was holding the cow on the ground that was roasted by his own breath and was stunned for half a second.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, the axe would have hit him directly in the middle of his tail.
What an amazing combat intuition.
Although I can't see myself when I'm invisible, I can accurately lock onto the target based on the direction of the wind.
At this time, he felt that the invisibility effect on his body was about to disappear.
At this time, twenty days had passed since he came into this world.
His ability to remain invisible has been trained to the point where it can last for fifteen minutes at a time.
It seems to have reached a bottleneck, and the time has not increased for several days.
As Stoick rushed over with his fists as big as sandbags, he grabbed the roasted yak on the ground and flapped his dragon wings fiercely.
Stoick stopped suddenly, and with his eyes widening, he first saw a yak rise into the air.
Then he saw a white figure gradually emerging from the tail.
Before he could see the figure clearly, You Huan had already turned into a pure white arrow and rushed into the night sky.
A burst of gorgeous purple-red sparks bloomed in the air.
He swooped in and disappeared again.
Only Stoick was left standing below, looking up.
He stroked the thick beard on his chin.
"A white dragon...? Isn't that a Night Fury?"
"Stoick! Don't be in a daze! Our tribe needs you!" Gobber's voice sounded from slightly below.
He stood high up beside the cowshed and looked down.
The entire Mao Horrigan tribe is still in the midst of war.
He pulled out the double-edged axe that was deeply embedded in the ground and joined the battle with a shout.
Gao Bo followed beside him. The prosthetic leg did not affect his agility and strength.
While fighting side by side, Stoick said to his old friend: "I think I saw it just now!"
Gao Bo shouted in the midst of the noise: "Who? Who did you see?"
Stoick said even louder, "It! The ghost! It's white!"
Gao Bo was stunned for a moment: "A white dragon? A white dragon that can hide its body? I've never heard of it."
Then he caught a glimpse of a thin figure near the blacksmith shop from the corner of his eye, "Damn it, Hiccup! What are you doing out here? Go back and hide!"
When Stoick heard his son's name, he subconsciously turned his head to look.
His thin son was indeed standing outside!
He waved his hand violently, "Hiccup, go back to the blacksmith shop and hide!"
Then he noticed out of the corner of his eye that there seemed to be a slight ripple in the air.
The invisible dragon...
His eyelids jumped, and then he turned around and swung his axe, smashing a Gronk dragon directly to the ground, and shouted to Gobber, "That ghost!"
Gobber responded: "Okay, I know you saw it!"
"No!" Stoick yelled, "I thought I saw it go in Hiccup's direction!"
"What?!"
At this time, You Huan had already landed lightly amidst the chaos.
He looked quietly at the human boy in front of him.
The boy looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and was so thin that he didn't fit in with the strong Vikings around him.
He was not wearing any protective gear and only had a small knife in his hand.
He was leaning against the wall of the smithy, looking about him, looking eager to find a dragon to kill.
Everyone on Berk Island looked down on him and thought he was too thin, so he always wanted to prove himself.
But...
You Huan looked him up and down and felt that this man might be killed by a terrifying dragon.
Thin and short.
This is the protagonist of How to Train Your Dragon, the legendary figure of Berk Island, Hiccup.
Now he is just a skinny boy who is not recognized by the Vikings, working as a helper in Gaober's blacksmith shop.
You Huan slowly approached Hiccup, thinking in his mind.
First of all, Hiccup is already a teenager, so the timeline must be after his mother Valka was taken away from Berk by the wind-slaying dragon "CloudJumper".
Judging from his age and the fact that he hasn't seen Night Furies nearby, it's not yet time for the start of How to Train Your Dragon 1.
He was getting closer and closer to Hiccup.
Hiccup seemed to gradually realize that something was wrong. He slowly straightened up and looked forward with wide eyes.
The air rippled slightly, as if there was a transparent dragon right in front of him!
He swallowed his saliva and slowly backed away, returning to the blacksmith shop.
You Huan looked at him, followed his steps and walked into the blacksmith shop.
You take a step back and I take a step forward.
Until there was a ping-pong sound and Hiccup hit the table behind him, causing the blacksmith's tools to tumble down.
This sound seemed to wake him up from his wide eyes, and also brought out a loud roar:
"Hiccup!"
A gust of wind came from behind, and You Huan turned around suddenly. His tail, which had grown longer and slender, knocked down the shield hanging on the wall.
A heavy hammer mounted on a prosthetic limb brushed past him.
The scales rub against each other, causing some of the stealth effects to disappear early.
Gao Bo, who rushed into the blacksmith shop, caught a glimpse of delicate white scales.
Then he felt a strong gust of wind beside him.
The door of the blacksmith shop was knocked open by an invisible object, and the white color rushed out with it, finally disappearing into the night sky.
Gobber rushed to the door, but could no longer see anything.
"Oh," he said, "maybe Stoick was right, it really is a white dragon..."
"White ghost!"
(End of this chapter)
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