"Hmph... bleh!" Lanssangx briefly recounted the story of the Dragon race to Dvalin, then let out a few strange cries.
This cursed place was green everywhere, and she had no idea how long she had been talking. Moreover, every time she opened her mouth, countless Anemo elements would rush in, corroding her body.
Even an Ancient Dragon couldn't endure such abuse! Lanssangx ungracefully put her claws into her mouth and scratched, quickly pulling out a layer of dragon skin as thin as a cicada's wing.
Although new skin grew back the moment this layer of dead skin peeled off, it was always uncomfortable to have a layer of dead skin dangling in her mouth.
To ensure the story's fluidity and immersive quality, she had endured for a long time. Now that the story was finished, she could finally deal with that layer of dead skin.
"What's wrong with you?" Dvalin asked, noticing Lanssangx's unusual behavior, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Lanssangx shook her head, dispelling the daze from her mind. Then she looked at her surroundings and complained, "Don't you feel uncomfortable staying here?"
There was nothing in this cursed place but endless gales. Even a good dragon would go insane if he stayed here too long.
Dvalin only then realized that Lanssangx was different from him. He was a spirit of the wind; the trade winds would only aid him.
But for Lanssangx, the endless winds here were sharp blades, constantly slicing at her dragon scales.
"I'm leaving." Lanssangx deeply exhaled a turbid, greenish breath, which was the Anemo element raging within her body.
Although she couldn't control these elements, forcing them out of her body was no problem.
"Hmm." Dvalin looked at the dark green ink-like mass spewing from Lanssangx's mouth and said nothing to make her stay.
He had never experienced the feeling of being corroded by elements. But he imagined it must be as painful as the corrosion from the poisonous blood on his back.
If Lanssangx knew, she would definitely say Dvalin was overthinking it. The Anemo elements entered her body, wanting to corrode it, but they couldn't.
In Lanssangx's perception, it was like a bunch of indigestible and restless things had entered her stomach, churning and making her uncomfortable.
Just as Dvalin was moved by how much Lanssangx had done for him, several books, about the size of his dragon head, appeared before his eyes.
Unlike human books made of paper or leather, these massive books looked as if they were carved from rock.
They were incredibly heavy, just like the things recorded within them.
"Interested in reading them yourself?" Lanssangx said to Dvalin, looking at these introductory books for the Dragon race.
History stories leaning towards poetry, carefully simplified Prayer techniques, and artistic dragon patterns of varied styles.
In every aspect, these were most suitable for a beginner to understand all facets of the Dragon race, both external and internal.
"But I can't understand them." Dvalin opened the giant book; the characters, like dragon claw imprints, were twisted and winding, unlike any writing on Teyvat.
Lanssangx slapped her head, realizing her oversight. She had only thought of finding books for Dvalin and forgotten about translation.
However, this wasn't a difficult task; after all, Yu Jin had thoroughly mastered both the writing of Teyvat and The Lands Between. The common language of Teyvat she was speaking now was translated by Yu Jin.
The worst-case scenario was just making Yu Jin work overtime.
"You keep them for now. Even if you can't understand them, they're still very interesting." These books had illustrations, so even if he couldn't read the text, he could look at the pictures.
"I'll go translate them for you!" With that, Lanssangx flapped her wings and flew out of the Domain.
Dvalin heard Lanssangx's words, and his dragon tail couldn't help but wag. Did she mean she would come again?
...The pure white dragon departed from the high tower of Stormterror's Lair, drawing the gaze of the creatures on the ground below.
Stormterror's Lair was filled with elemental energy and fierce winds, so monsters were rare. But now it was an exception.
Countless Hilichurls from various places roamed Stormterror's Lair. Only the mysterious Abyss Order could achieve this.
"What was that just now? A dragon?"
"How is that possible! Isn't Stormterror the only dragon in Mondstadt? Where did this one come from?"
"It seemed to have come from Stormterror's place just now. Will something go wrong?"
Before a Burning bonfire, several Abyss Mages were chattering, discussing Lanssangx, who had just left.
A new dragon had appeared in Mondstadt, and it had just flown out of the high tower where Stormterror resided. These unusual phenomena cast a shadow over the hearts of the Abyss Mages.
Would the plan have another setback?
As for why they said 'another'? That was, of course, because the monsters The Order had prepared for a long time were unexpectedly completely cleared out, and even the newly dispatched Apostles were nowhere to be found.
Mondstadt's strength seemed to be greater than they had imagined.
"Go! Let's check on Stormterror." The Pyro Abyss Mage looked at the towering spire, feeling uneasy.
The Order's plan could not afford to fail!
The other Abyss Mages had no objections; even if the Pyro Abyss Mage didn't say it, they would go themselves to see.
"&" A seemingly chaotic incantation was uttered from the Abyss Mages' mouths. They quickly vanished from the bonfire.
When they reappeared, they were already inside the high tower. However, the high tower was not only tall, but it also had ancient civilization seals on it, which significantly shortened the Abyss Mages' teleportation distance here.
After a brief rest, the Abyss Mages once again teleported upwards into the high tower. Fortunately, they could teleport; otherwise, if they had to walk on their own, they would probably have to unseal it first and then climb up little by little.
Soon, with the unremitting efforts of the Abyss Mages, they finally reached the edge of the eye of the storm.
Anemo elemental energy gushed from the eye of the storm, causing the Abyss Mages a stinging pain.
"&◎＃!" Another unique incantation from the Abyss Mages, and then the Abyss Mages were enveloped by elemental shields of various colors.
The elemental energy in the Domain was too dense; if they didn't activate their shields, they would quickly die from elemental corrosion.
The endless sound of wind still filled the Domain, but this time there were some other sounds within the wind.
"Bang!" Dvalin turned a page of the book. The sound of the "paper" closing was so dull, like rocks colliding.
This time, what appeared before Dvalin's eyes was no longer obscure and difficult-to-understand text, but an illustration that occupied the entire page.
In the picture, a man with golden hair flowing in the wind held a dazzling golden spear, his gaze Burning as he looked into the distance.
His physique was like a divine sculpture, his taut muscles fully displaying his strength. His handsome and noble face showed no panic, even in such a crisis.
Among the scattered crowd, he was the only one moving against the flow. Just like his beautiful golden hair, he possessed a golden character.
Dvalin wasn't particularly fond of humans, but upon seeing the man in the picture, he was captivated.
Beauty is something any creature can appreciate, and Godwyn's physical and spiritual beauty was this kind of transcendent beauty.
Dvalin understood in his heart that this was probably the Godwyn Lanssangx had spoken of. The existence capable of turning enemies into friends purely through his charismatic personality.
Dvalin hadn't believed it before, but now he did. Because even the Godwyn in the illustration, his aura was striking Dvalin's dragon heart.
And his enemy? Dvalin followed Godwyn's gaze in the painting. He saw a giant dragon like a mountain.
Beneath the dragon's claws were Leyndell's hundred-meter-thick, heavy city walls. Whether it was the intricate enchantments or the meticulously designed structure, they all turned to ruins under absolute power.
And on the dragon's other claw was another spear. A crimson, thousand-meter-long, unparalleled lightning spear.
The Ancient Dragon Gransax, an existence that breached the Royal Capital alone.
The dazzling golden spear confronted the mountain-like lightning spear; this was the most thrilling moment of the Ancient Dragon War.
Dvalin correlated this scene with the epic he had heard from Lanssangx.
His breathing involuntarily became heavy. Dvalin seemed to see a momentous historical scene reappear before his eyes!
Then Dvalin heard the gasps exhaled by the Abyss Mages, who were equally captivated.
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