Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 681 Burying Cambridge's Jackknife in the Grave

Flamel and Beowulf wait for a word from Ange.

If Ange says to fight, then fight; if Ange says to escape, then escape.

The latter was impossible, as both of them knew what kind of guy Ange was.

But both of them also knew Loki's record, which was too abnormal.

The White King, Leviathan and Behemoth, the kings of the sea and water, this is the record against the Dragon King.

The Eight Clans of Sheqi, the Chen Family, and the Doomsday Party, these are their battle records against the hybrids.

All the strong and the weak have been fought, and the results can be checked.

The shock that Loki brought to Flamel and Beowulf subverted their understanding of dragons. From the perspective of the Secret Party, the first generation of dragons can be dealt with but are rather troublesome.

Dragons are proud, and Loki is shameless.

Twins have flaws and care about each other, but Loki is a single being without flaws, commonly known as an orphan.

Flamel once discussed with Beowulf that Loki's behavior pointed to a possibility: the first generation produced after the twins were devoured was powerful enough to cause a doomsday disaster as described in mythology.

At the same time, Flamel and Beowulf were also confused. Now the King of Bronze and Fire, the King of Earth and Mountains, and the King of Ocean and Water have all appeared and their identities have been confirmed. Only the King of Sky and Wind is still unknown, and it happens that Loki and Odin can fill these two vacancies.

According to the records in Norse mythology, it would be reasonable if the two were twins.

But doesn’t this reasonable premise overturn Loki’s power?

Could it be that unlike the kings on other thrones, the two kings of sky and wind are far more powerful than the single-existing dragon kings like Norton and Leviathan?

Of course, Flamel had doubts about the history of dragons.

It’s like the existence of the White King was just a guess a long time ago, but was later confirmed.

Perhaps in the long history of dragons, the number of first-generation kings is far more than the secret party knows.

Perhaps Nidhogg secretly created other beings, or perhaps Nidhogg is not the only one in the dragon clan.

"Before I was killed, the academy defined you as a traitor. We thought it was very unlikely that you were a dragon." Ange finally spoke: "Now I hear everyone mention Loki as a respectful title for the first generation king."

Han Qiu asked nonchalantly, "So?"

"So are you a dragon or a traitor? Or a successful pilgrim? The same as Herzog." Angers asked bluntly.

"How can you compare Herzog with me? Principal, this is a great insult to me." Han Qiu lowered his head and looked up, staring at Ange through his bangs. "I have been a dragon from the beginning to the end, and dragons also have pilgrims. What we first-generation species covet is nothing more than the nobility of Nidhogg. I am on my way, and I will succeed."

This was the first time Han Qiu directly admitted his identity. Although it was still a lie, it was really unquestionable.

"So you are the king of sky and wind?" asked Ange.

"Is the specific identity important?" Han Qiu neither admitted nor refuted.

"You took my dragon history course, this is my research," Ange replied.

"People only study things that interest them, and interest comes from love or hatred. Principal, what are you thinking about now? The dragon called Li Wuyue?" Han Qiu smiled and looked up, trying to penetrate Angers mind. "After you woke up and learned everything from the vice principal, you should have connected me with the murderer of Summer Mourning, right?"

These are Han Qiu's speculations. To this day, looking through the history of Angers is still a huge investment.

Han Qiu was reluctant to do so, as he knew very well that he would not be able to make a profit from his investment in Angers.

"No." Ange shook his head calmly. "The guy I suspect is Odin. You don't have Li Wuyue's arrogance. I have never seen other dragons have such arrogance."

"I have never known what wrong my brother did." Han Qiu said: "My path is different from his, but our destination is the same."

"So your true identity is the King of Sky and Wind?"

"Headmaster, now is not the time to perfect the history of dragons."

After a brief silence, Ange asked again: "Why did you come to the academy in the first place?"

"Learning. Dragons also need to learn to understand this world. I have been in a coma for more than ten years, so of course I have to be cautious after I recover my memory." Han Qiu replied: "In one year, I have learned everything I need to learn. There is no point in staying any longer. Besides, the textbooks in the academy are really not good. What is valuable is the memories of you old people, which helps me understand the situation in the world. By the way, principal, especially your history class, saying that you fabricated the history of dragons is a bit of an insult to your hard work. I can only say that you have never understood dragons at all."

Angers did not respond.

Han Qiu stood up slowly, "You should be almost recovered, right? I'm in a hurry."

Ange clenched his folding knife tightly. He was completely defeated because of this young man.

The hatred is real, and the admiration is also real.

Angers seldom admired anyone.

Meinecke Cassel is my mentor, and I naturally admire him.

But Han Qiu is an enemy, and admiration for an enemy requires stricter conditions.

Whether it is strength, quality, or pursuit and dreams.

"Before we start, I have one more question." Angers asked, "Li Wuyue, is she alive?"

"Dead. I killed him." Han Qiu replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three strongest men representing the academy took action at the same time.

Flamel's discipline was interrupted by Han Qiu before he could release it.

The words have no effect, so the only thing left is to fight bare-handed.

The epic story of the folding knife will eventually come to an end, and the name of Flamel will be handed over to a young man.

The secret party's action team has been gone for many years, and drinking dragon blood to fight dragons is not the right way.

Han Qiu strolled in Xinting surrounded by three people.

He only defended himself, enjoying the hatred from the older generation of dragon slayers with a smile.

Hatred has no end, but life has its end.

Han Qiu never expected that he could change the old generation's thoughts. This was something that was truly impossible to do. But Ange would die, and so would Flamel.

The world will belong to the young, and it is not worth wasting energy on the older generation.

There is a saying: Three generations can shape new history.

Guys like Lu Mingfei and Finkel will be the first generation.

As for Angers and the others, they don’t need to hate others, just hate me, Han Qiu thought.

Let the older generation go into the grave with hatred; the tombstone is the best ending.

Beowulf falls, Flamel falls.

"You guys..." Han Qiu pointed a finger at Ange's head, "You are also victims..."

All the memories about Ange flowed into Han Qiu's mind, and under the influence of mental power, Ange began to have hallucinations.

The person in front of him turned into that upright and loyal friend, and Valhalla was no longer beside him.

It was the Cambridge lawns he was familiar with and the breeze by the river.