Meanwhile, Auronne met Fomalhaut, her husband Argenté(Silver).

He gave her his father's report and she reacted:

"But that's not true! This is a nightmare! He has a right to know! That's not fair! Imagine if something bad happened to him? We'd be cursed!"

Fomalhaut: "I know it's a child but it's a black dragon! They must die anyway!"

Furious, Auronne gave him a nasty look: "You know what? Fomalhaut! I didn't know I was sleeping with a dragon, besides being stupid, turns out to be mean. You were lucky not to blacken! You would recognize yourself with the other black dragons you hate so much. The worst part is that none of them have ever done anything to you!"

Fomalhaut: "I don't recognize you either! You look like you're under his influence!"

Auronne: "Let's talk about it! Where were you when our daughter was captured? You strut around thinking you're what you'll never become: A golden dragon!

And you know what else? I like the kid better than you! He has a bigger heart than yours and at least has a heart of gold.

Find yourself another dragon strap and let go of me!"

Fomalhaut: "Honey, I take back what I said, I love you, don't leave me! Forgive me"

Auronne: "My discomfort with you has lasted for several years, since you entered the board, you take yourself for what you are not. I don't recognize you anymore. Goodbye!"

Fomalhaut: "But..."

Auronne: "That was your last mistake! I've made my decision! And I'm going to save them!"

She rushed across the mountains to the Orc camp, praying not to arrive too late,

tears in her eyes

The mountains passed by and then it reached the level of the rocky plains where the orc camp was located.

The portal was activated and emitted a green glow and, oh no!

Argentrix lay unconscious, full of arrows, covered by Ivan, as a dragon, riddled with arrows and spears. His body covered her daughter, like a shield.

He took all the hits for her!

The base of the gate was full of blood and the gate fed on it to stay open.

Thousands of orcs lay or died cooked, frozen, burned, roasted and shredded.

Ivan was still fighting, sending lightning cascading down, but he was weakening. That was the end!

Balistas had been placed in a circle to finish off the 2 dragons.

"No no no no no no no, no!!! Please! Please! Roaaaaar"

Explosive fireball on the balistes that were sprayed. The mass of hundreds of thousands of orcs turned to see the new attacker!

Auronne threw an intense sphere of light that blinded the horde and even the chief shaman had to turn his head away.

She gained speed by diving and rushed at both of us with her claws forward.

The shock was terrible and I heard bone crackles in me, in Argentrix and Auronne.

With all her weight combined with her speed she propelled us into the gate with it.

A huge green flash occurred due to impact and speed. The magic had to absorb this energy and dissipate it into a huge explosion that caused the structure that imploded to collapse, taking with it the cages of the unfortunate prisoners of all races and nations.

We found ourselves in a black void in space and floated for a moment and we saw faces, masks, lines, galaxies spinning at a mad speed like reels and curved space. We were in a star tunnel!

We were sucked to the other end of the tunnel. But what was amazing was the repetitive rings. We always saw the same galaxies and planets that repeated themselves but moved a little with each ring we crossed. There were hundreds and hundreds of them.

It made tilt: We were traveling back in time!

I was settled and now that the adrenaline was dropping, I had exhausted my strength and mana and lost a lot of blood. I was holding Argentrix firmly and Auronne managed to hold on to me. She was crying because she knew and was trying to send final messages to her family to call for help, she was communicating with her dad Goldur and her mom Emerald and other friends she would probably never see again.

Cages with people screaming inside, terrified, some conscious, some unconscious, many children...

With my tail I gathered the cages against us as I could and saw my family in front of us, and we caught up with them following the inertia of the shock produced by Auronne.

I opened the wings and they were caught as if with a landing net.

It hurt me horribly because of some broken bones and arrows that went deeper.

AAAARGH

Then the warriors who also fled clung to the mass that we were making in this space without gravity. We were slightly luminescent green, which protected us from the intersideral cold and the absence of air. Moving living beings without killing them was the reason for the complexity of portals.

We saw the end of the tunnel and I recognized the planet: THE EARTH!

Oh, my God! It is not true the EARTH!

And as we approached, we saw the ISS space station, then Alaska and then CRASH,! We were in a cave and we stood up, stunned by an impact that didn't happen, a little like in a known attraction where we simulate the fall of an elevator with you in it, the twilight zone!

We were in a huge cave, all together, alive but together

Hissa threw herself on me and Auronne hugged and cuddled Argentrix who whispered, his eye slashed, Mom? Is that you? It's dark! Ah Mom, and she collapsed and fell asleep to recover from all that lost blood.

I too fainted my head against Hissa who was holding my snout with both arms

Auronne, the broken wing crawled and with Hissa, began the long work of removing the hundreds of arrows and arrowheads housed in our carcasses. These were the spears, the hardest to remove and fortunately they had been thrown by hand and not by ballists.

Some were deep but had not damaged the internal organs too much.

I moaned in my sleep when the spears were removed one by one.

My little brothers and sisters were crying: Ivan, don't die, we beg you!"

Auronne cried with joy because we were alive and together but was sad to have left her world and left Emerald and Goldur behind perhaps forever. She really liked them very much and they were parents who could be hard but fair and very loving.

In my head, between reality and dream, I remembered the last moments of my fight and then the rest.

So I had my sword ejected and I knew that an axe cannot work hand-to-hand and must have momentum, so I stick Attali with my shield and he puts his arm under mine and throws me over his shoulder and I get my breath cut when I land flat on my back. Crack!

Aaaargh!

The axe fell a hair's breadth from my head. Failed intentionally or not Attali says:

"You almost made a fatal mistake. You're doing great! I want to spare you because you'd make a great champion. You couldn't learn these techniques on your own and in such a short time!

How did you do it?"

Me, catching my breath: "I have 3 months of training by Brutus, 1 year at the guild and I was raised at the court of King Arthur! in the other world!"

Attali: "What?? Overseas?"

Me: "Yes, I was born there! But I followed the Magi because I had no family or anyone there!"

Attali: "But that doesn't explain your unconscious reflexes as you just did when I disarmed you, and your strength to lift such a sword, even I hard!"

Me: "I am first a magician! And I have battle spells against warriors"

Attali: "Shaman, then you can attack!"

He made some unsympathetic gestures and his eyes turned to the dirty face against me and as I didn't like the face he was making to me, I shouted a Kiai: "Interruption" and I threw a jet dagger at him that came to crash into his knee. He screamed and lost his concentration!

Attali was impressed: "An interrupt warrior, Ha, I've seen everything!"

the dagger was a flat ninja knife made of blackened and balanced metal, with no guard. With my dragon strength, the penetrating power is devastating, it's as if I had shot him in the knee with 357. He was mutilated, out of action!

I took a spear and picked up my sword and put the horizontal spear and I rushed back to the champion, who had the tip of his spear down on him, the shield in his left hand, a round shield.

I stretched my left leg and threw myself sideways to my right. And with a dry movement I moved forward again, straightening the spear to stick it in his throat, his, slipping at the same level as my head but deflected to my left by the shield.

He dodged his head, the tip of the spear slipping on his beard and piercing the air in his ears. In the movement, it looked like he was giving a kiss to the spearhead.

As I continued his backward movement, his spear deflected to his right, still horizontal, I raised my shield at the level of his neck and rushed forward to give me more support and strength.

So I hit 2/3 of his shield with the edge of mine and he pushed his shield upwards, protecting his head and we were then shoulder to shoulder. My left against his left. And suddenly, still in the same pushing motion, I hit his shoulder with my shoulder to make him lose his balance, his 2 feet being aligned.

I walked away from his spear and he had to jump to keep his balance. Visibly unsettled, he lost confidence as I increased my confidence.

I started running and jumped very high, my right knee at the height of his head, still with my shield on guard vertically and my spear bent towards his head. He couldn't believe it and saw death coming down on him.

I tapped in the middle of his shield and his forearm received the shock. Sparks sparked and he rocked to his right, shield raised, his spear to anything at 45° to the void and my spear bent back like a stick ready to hit, the point in my back. I had taken advantage of the rebound.

He stumbled back and I stepped forward with a firm and fast step, almost at the runway so as not to lose the initiative.

I aimed at the feet and kicked as I walked forward as he jumped to regain his balance. Then He took him back by spreading his legs back, finally one, the other protected by his shield.

So I pricked down and he appeared and then he turned to the left all open, his spear up and I had the spear ready to be thrown like a javelin into his head.

The orcs, stunned by the fight and the direction he was taking, had become silent.

Only the horns and drums beat the rhythm of the show that delighted them.

For my mother and Argentrix, the drums meant that I was still alive.

I pricked without letting go of my lance and rotated it 360° to prick and transplant but he appeared with his lance too but he kept moving back all the time.

It was a shame for a giant like him to face a 7-8 year old kid!

Sweat was running away and he was already looking for an excuse to stop the fight and keep his face.

Then, in rage, the shaman straightened himself up with his cane, removed the dagger and cast a healing spell on himself at the expense of his youth, typical of necromancy, and he spat on the ground.

Taking advantage of the exchanges, he took a crossbow and pointed me out.

Some Orcs who had certainly bet for me shouted at me "Be careful"

But I had seen it and I unleashed my luger by dropping my spear and he pulled.

The tile bounced off my shield but without enchantments, it would have been pierced.

But I shot him and he collapsed two bullets into his shoulder blades.

He collapsed unconscious.

I pointed my gun at Attali and said, "I could blow you up with this weapon, but since you were fair play with me and you gave me my chance, I won't use it against you.

Attali: "Is this witchcraft?"

Me:" Absolutely not, it's a micro crossbow using compressed fire at the back of the little arrow that boomed as it came out.

It's a recent human weapon. I'd think twice if I were you before I attacked!

There are many of them! And a man armed with them can easily kill 100 Orcs.

Some make a small hole when they enter and come out with a hole like a fist!"

Attali: "You're lying!"

Me:" Do you want to test it? Put your best shield there!" and I aimed for the shield and put an explosive bullet.

BANG!

And a 20CM diameter hole was in place of the iron frame.

The plate had melted! And the leather and sand were perforated.

I put my gun away and showed the bullets. I opened one and emptied the powder on the ground.

A torch was approached and the powder ignited!

"See, I'm telling the truth!"

Attali: "So be it! You're honorable! Thank you, let's pick up where we left off!"

With a dry movement, Attali received the wood from the spear on his cheek and I got back into the pricking position.

I pricked down and then straightened up immediately to impale his throat. my shield spread, my, arm stretched backwards to do counterweight.

My spearhead slipped a few millimetres from his forehead and he swung backwards, raising his shield to stop the threat.

He held his spear halfway, while I had the advantage of distance at the end.

Then I made a horizontal slash and he bent down so as not to come into contact with my blade.

His shield in a vertical plane, spear it upwards, he was now moving back 4 meters from the arena wall.

I took another dive and the speed made the air whistle of a "Pfouitt" and he said "AH" by bending his neck to the left in an extreme movement of last microsecond before getting to know the spearhead.

I had straightened my spear and turned to the right and like a Michael Jackson moonwalk I moved forward halfway backwards with my shield forward, my right hand stretched, the spear held at one end, and the front resting in the notch of the shield. Like a crossbow tile, very threatening.

He just backed away.

I pricked again and met the shield and with a reel movement I turned the lance back towards my back to gain momentum or speed.

I hit, then pricked again and slipped my spear against his shield and ribs were exposed and my iron slipped, cutting it a little, but he pivoted his shield to his right and knocked down his fist that held his spear and pinned my wood.

Concentrated on my spear he did not see my shield blow which made a circular movement, like an axe at the level of his head and I broke the part raised above his head, of the spear, mine being pushed back to prick again, released by the effect of surprise of the rupture of his spear.

This time I was 100% in control.

By surprise I slapped my shield on her back and made him scream out in pain: AAARH

I squat down again, shield forward, throw it into the notch, taking it in the middle, just the tip on the notch.

I was in a position of power and balance.

He was out of breath, I wasn't! And I wouldn't give him a break.

I didn't care about him and the fight! Only my family mattered!

He was 5 meters back and threw his unusable spear and I ran towards him!

The sand was rising in a cloud because of the drought and the sand / beaten ground.

It gave with the sun an air of fire, an apocalyptic air. End of the day.

The tip of my spear a meter from him and ready to impale him in a lost movement, he drew his sword.

but he didn't have time, I took a dive and he lowered his shield.

Not letting himself be caught twice by the same boot, he lifted his foot up and broke like firewood the front of my spear and made a terrible circular movement drawing as if he was going to behead me. I had time to keep my head on my shoulders while backing away but some hair fell to the ground!

GRRRRRRR!

He tapped and raised my shield and sparks came out again and a clang was heard.

He tapped again and the sword slipped on my shield and I turned again clockwise and in one 180° my sword had to meet his belly but was stopped by his inclined down to 45°, all open, his shield on the side.

I continued my movement and we found ourselves chest to chest and my right hand with my sword made a circle arc from bottom to top and he moved his head back, exposing his throat and his face made Ouh and Ah, like simian faces.

My shield was backwards, arm extended, ready to hit.

"SLINQ" Swords resonated and the sound produced showed how sharp they were.

With rage, I set my blade on fire and the sound in the air was slowly approaching a Jedi sword, but the flames were banging!

My movement came back to the right and he had to lower his head all at once to avoid decapitation.

KLING, KLANG, the irons were slipping and he was only trimming, my movements looked like scissor blades crossing and decreasing.

Then he took the initiative again, He jumped and typed with a circular movement from top to bottom and I protected myself with the shield. If I hadn't been a dragon, my arm would have been torn off by the impact, even with the shield.

The movement accelerated, as if to shorten the fight.

I pricked with my sword into a defect in his shield and the force of the impact caused him to stagger to the right, raising his shield.

Mine on my head, ready to hit again.

The Orcs spectators typed the rhythm of the exchanges with the clapping of their hands.

My arm was turned upside down, my palm up, my sword horizontal in perfect balance and so I didn't exhaust myself!

The shield in my neck, like a big axe ready to split.

He backed almost to the wall and staggered, exhausted, out of breath!

He came back to charge with a war cry: "For honor!" and he tapped but his sword bounced like a spring on my shield which took advantage of the impact to gain speed and he, his sword pointed down, what will he do?

He lifted it up and whistled at the skin of my nose, but not deep enough to make a cut, but the noise was such that it sounded like a fighter plane passing me low to my nose.

But I was rotating again and he too was rotating.

Who would have the wrong opening?

The swords married again in a YAH of the orc and a sound of Xylophone.

I lost a little balance but recovered on the moment of the mass of my shield to counterattack from a circular half moon slash from my right to my left low, and I slipped on its shield.

He wasn't a champion for nothing! A normal human would never have had a chance.

As the swords rubbed against each other as if trying to make a fire, mine, on fire, heated hers which began to burn it in her hands.

Attali: "It's your sword!", taking advantage of the dialogue to make reels to cool it.

FWish Wish!

Me:" You got your shaman, 2 to 1/2! All you had to do was ask him for runes instead of getting shot in the back and buffering yourself and starting me. But know that my shield has anti-magic runes and that its antics have been useless."

RAAAAGHHH, and he hit his sword with all his might, starting from the back in a circle above his shoulder, taking advantage of the fact that I had my shield down! He wanted to cut off my left arm.

So I deviated to the left and he tried to change the race but I lowered my head and the blade glided over my neck. Then he set off again in a circular arc from left to right and I had to lower my head again.

SLASH, the wind was whistling in my ears.

I ran around him and jumped and then tapped into his shield and he wobbled to the right, holding his sword up.

We were full of dust and he and I now had the same color.

He moved back 3 meters to recover the balance due to the momentum and the violence of the shocks.

Attali:" Who are you? You're too strong!

Me: "I told you, I'm Ivan the terrible!"

Attila: "Like the lord demon?"

Me:" I told you, and you don't believe me! Your gate is pure madness. You want to summon someone who's already here!"

The orcs laughed

But my words did not escape Gul'dan the Warlock who never had a sense of humour.

He began to think, "It's impossible! They are in the abyss or they are in the far north in the fortress of Ténébrion. Here we have a gifted child kicking his ass in a big mouth. They'll learn from this. Victory or not, their soul will be sucked in when the portal is activated as a sacrifice. And if he was right, the portal wouldn't activate."

Attali resumed his usual chopping movement and I parried with my shield to protect my head, my sword down.

Our hands crossed in a twisting motion and our heads were face to face.

God, he smelled like cabbage!

stop the smell!

His sword was ejected towards the periphery but he kept it and in movement back, to the right and horizontally, I cut off his beard and in rage he jumped and split the air and my shadow to my right. My half-long hair and with some braids and wooden jewellery that my friend had put on to make me look better was slamming in the wind and the speed of the exchanges. They were horizontal.

With a twisting motion I managed to elbow this jerk in the jaw and he spit blood. He wasn't in the fight, he thought about how to get out of it honourably or not even at all! He got himself into trouble on his own.

No more reversing possible.

Argentrix had a hard time for me.

He then made reels of a secret boot that made me back off and as I had a big opening at that time, he didn't hesitate to try to take the initiative again.

Several times the blade scraped off my black leather jacket and finally cut it off and slipped on my scales under my skin!

Attali: "Are you made of stone or what?"

He then rushed in and spiked with his sword that slipped under my shield to impale me.

But unfortunately for him, his arm was caught in the notch of the shield and I straightened it up, the blade against me, but the flat and I leveraged in a hyper-extended movement of his arm, a direction in which he could not bend it.

To prevent it from breaking, he had to jump back and raise his shield because I wasn't going to miss it by pricking with the sword. I then kicked hard into the base of his shield which leveraged and he lost his balance and slumped all the way to the side.

"OOOOoooooo" made the crowd!

Ahha aaahhh complained!

Exhausted, without his shield, and with only his sword left, he moved on all fours, trying to escape.

I was running towards him, so he wouldn't win a lap or straighten up.

He picked up the tip of his broken spear and held it in his left hand.

I dropped my shield and dodged a circular blow from the spear that slammed the air like thunder.

As I dodged his sword strike, I pivoted and fell backwards, and with an inverted twisting motion I split my sword, which met the flesh of his thigh.

He straightened himself up by staggering and looking at the gaping wound on his left thigh.

He leaned on his right leg and wanted to do the same, but his sword only encountered the emptiness and months of standing on my right side and straightened me up by raising my sword from the ground to the top to meet his foot, which I missed.

He tapped with his sword horizontally and I blocked his sword with his sword and expected a spear blow.

Her hair snapped in the movement and so did mine.

He straightened up trying to impale me but I made another pivot and we rolled our shoulders against each other.

He was staggering, his tongue panting out and he was folded in half, probably lactic acid or the wound, who knows!

He came at me again and we made some exchanges and reels and clang

Then with a movement of my left palm I hit him in the plexus to make him move back. I could no longer stand his breath or his poorly washed sweat.

Mills were made from the back to the front and in distraction, I took the spear from his hand, pulling towards his thumb, the weak point of his hand. 4 fingers are stronger than a finger and the spear was in my hand and when the reel was turned following the tip of the spear was pushed into his shoulder, which made him scream as much fear as pain as despair. That was the end!

He fell to his knees, his head down and I started to turn around him!

He pulled out his tongue and straightened his head to look at me and I had the sword held in both hands, horizontal and ready to sink into the solar plexus.

The Orc law prohibited leniency, even for a champion.

I looked at the orcs to see if I should finish it and, having no support in this sense, I shouted: "My family first!" and I put my sword in his heart.

He fell to his side, blood gushing out of his mouth.

I was disgusted!

to say that a year ago I was doing tchouc tchouc tchouc with a terracotta train.... My poor youth!

I say, "A year ago, I was still playing! You're bullies! You're bullies! You stole my childhood from me! My innocence I hope this portal will send you back to your place: to hell.!

I was covered in blood!

They didn't appreciate my remark and made themselves threatening!

I: "Another candidate? I'm not afraid! You, you or you! Do you want?"

They looked down, finally realizing that they too had been children and their childhood broken by the violence of their parents, all in a group, and in an infernal spiral of savagery and blind butchery. For the first time they were humiliated without being able to have the honour as an excuse. their great champion put to death by an 8-year-old child. Shame and the supreme gene.

The crowd dispersed and they resumed their occupations, ignoring me.

I reopened the cages and freed my family.

Hissa ran up and jumped into my arms! "I'm done!

I have turned the runes over and the sacrifices will be orc! not us! there will be thousands of deaths in their homes if they activate it."

Me: "I warned them! They don't believe me and will still try to kill us, this Warlock has no honor and it's just a front. There's nothing we can do without a fight! They're going to activate the portal any moment now! "

And suddenly, a green light blinked and enveloped the gate but struck the orcs by the thousands

A carnage!