Adventures of the last Wild Dragon

Chapter 269: To the Human Lands

The morning came all too soon to find our two companions in their usual tangle of limbs and blankets. It was only the morning sun shining into their eyes that forced the sleepy girls to awaken from their comfortable slumber.

Eventually however, they did awaken and after a quick breakfast cooked once again by Luna the girls were ready to set out.

Exiting their spatially expanded hut the two girls assessed their surroundings, Violet, after storing the hut once again turned to Luna. "So should we fly or walk? I’d prefer to fly as we have quite some distance to travel."

"Hmm, yeah I think we should also fly, at least until we spot signs of civilisation. We should maybe then go back to traveling by foot if we want to enter into their lands so that we can learn more about where exactly we are."

Violet nodded at her words. "That’s fair enough, well then hop on and we can get going." As she spoke she also transformed back into her true form in all of its glory.

Before long Violet was flying through the air with Luna happily on her back. The seemingly endless grasslands rushing past them at rapid speeds.

The mountains by the coatline steadily grew smaller and smaller as time passed, soon they would disappear beyond the horizon, yet they were not the first feature to fall away. That was the ocean itself, with the rolling hills acting as a natural barrier and with Violet not flying all too high, by the time that afternoon was rolling into evening the ocean had long ago been hidden from sight.

At first the two did not encounter much wildlife. They would occasionally spot a lone beast wandering through the hills in search of food, when they got closer to investigate its strength they were disappointed to discover that the beast was only a tier 2 beast.

Not nothing with such a weak creature the two of them continued on with their journey.

Hours turned into days as the two travelled, the miles swiftly disappeared behind them as Violet flew at truly impressive speeds. They would only stop when the sun began to descend behind the horizon, spending the evening with the comfortable walls of their hut and sharing a meal together.

Other than that the two of them spent most of their time in silent training.

Violet found that she could fly with relatively little mental input, likely a hidden bonus of her multicast skill and her flying skill working together. That allowed her to work her way through the training regime previously provided to her by Ivy for enhancing her presence.

She also spent this time reviewing and collating the memories imparted to her from the ancient dragons. She understood that she needed to figure out her domain sooner or later and may as well mix that in with her presence training given that they were linked.

Luna did much the same except that she was able to almost entirely focus on her own training. She had a much simpler time of figuring out exactly what form her own domain would take.

Hers would be an extension of her Arctic Manifestation skill, only instead of the effect being the result of a skill it would be developed entirely through her own will.

That was something that they had learnt from the memories of the dragons, a domain was an extension of ones will and presence. It was the manifestation of what made a person, so to develop a domain one needed to understand exactly what and who they were.

It was slow progress for both girls, they made progress undoubtedly, yet they felt that it was slow when compared to their meteoric rise through the tiers. Still if any normal person heard their thoughts they would likely want to smack the two girls.

Still they had at the very least both refined their presences to a certain extent. They could now seamlessly extend their presences out at a consistent range whilst ensuring that it would remain hidden from all but the sharpest of beings.

It did still require some concentration to do so, but they were well on their way to making their presences be a consistent facet of their beings.

And so the days passed by. They did not bother with the weak beasts that they occasionally passed by, the only time they bothered with killing anything was when a large flock of particularly annoying birds tried to attack the duo as they flew.

It only took a single roar imbued with her draconic aura to send those particular beasts fleeing with all haste however, something that the girls had a good laugh about.

Still they made rapid progress, it was only on the evening of the 5th day since they left the coastline that they finally caught sight of the tell tale signs of civilisation.

**

Holen town was a small settlement by all accounts. Only a few hundred souls lived within its walls, after all it was located on the edge of the Great Plains.

Patrick had lived within this small town his entire life, not that it had been a particularly long time as he was only in his early twenties. Still he was one of the strongest individuals of this town, he had ventured out into the dangerous wilderness of the Great Plains to hunt wild beasts and level himself up.

He was level 48, a proud warrior in the third tier. He had been recently promoted the guard captin, a fairly redundant title given that only 6 people could be considered propper guards.

If an actual attack were to happen, be it from beast or bandit the populace itself would likely rise up to defend its walls.

That was the case right now.

Patrick stood atop the flimsy feeling wooden walls of the town as he looked down upon the 50 odd bandits that gathered some distance away from the walls.

They stood just out of bow range but close enough to make their presence impossible to ignore. They had demanded the immediate surrender of the town, promising that they would only claim a percentage of their stored grain.

Yet Patrick knew of these bandits, they would not settle for mere grain, no, they would claim both women and children to seek off as slaves or to be used as pleasure slaves for themselves. He had heard the stories, entire villages being wiped out, not a single survivor being left alive.

Now he was facing down the bandit hord and he could feel his hands shake with barely restrained fear. Yet he could not allow the citizens to see his fear, they were watching him just as much as they were watching the bandits in the near distance.

For they all knew a simple fact, if Patrick was unable to beat them then they were doomed. For he was the strongest of them, he was their bulwark, he was their only hope in them surviving the night.

The town had already refused their first ’offer’ now they simply awaited the inevitable assult.

Patrick’s gaze was locked on a single individual, he was a large man, standing over 7 feet tall with a giant club attached to his back. But it was the undeniable strength of the man that truly captured Patrick’s attention, for Patrick had felt something similar before.

Out in the Great Plains he had once stumbled upon the territory of a powerful beast, the very air itself had felt stifling, as if someone or something was pressing down on his shoulders. He had later learnt that this was the effect of someone’s presence, a ability that someone only gained if they reached the lofty heights of tier 4.

And he was now feeling an all too familiar sensation coming from that giant of a man in the distance. Granted it was not nearly as overwhelming as that time in the plains, still, it was enough to terrify the young man.

What hole did he have against such an existence, he was only just past the begining of tier 3. The person out their likely had double his levels, he wouldn’t be able to harm a hair on the man’s bald head.

As he worried over this terrifying thought the bandits began to advance.

They spread out somewhat intending to cover a large part of the wall. The defenders fired their bows, those that owned one at least. Others fired off what few spells they knew, simply balls of earth or fire that didn’t even cross the distance most of the time.

The bandits did not bother returning fire, only focusing on keeping their defenses up for the meantime. Only when they were within spitting range did they finally retaliate against the now frantic defenders.

Powerful spells formed above half a dozen bandits, large balls of fire and stone. They were aimed at the walls, intending to break open a hole for the rest to charge through.

Yet just as the attacks were launched a strange thing occurred.

Patrick watched in muted confusion as hexagonal patches of utter nothingness materialised into reality on the path of each attack launched by the bandits.

The attacks in question did not simply shatter the strange shields, or burst into shrapnel as they failed to pierce through. No, instead the attacks simply, ceased to exist.

Wherever the planes of nothingness existed, nothing could pass by. Patrick felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe he would not die this day.