Rise of the Dragons

"Roar!" The drizzle of raindrops falls on the black city! Looking at the prosperous city sleeping in the dark night, the lush World Tree stretches out its branches and stretches out. On top of the giant tree, Nidhogg fell tiredly on a thicker branch. The man in front of him is holding the Gun of Longinus forged from the branches of the World Tree. The black sweatshirt may be the standard equipment of a killer. "Tick!" Drops of golden-red blood mixed with rainwater were washed on the ground. It would be perfect if it could be paired with a glass of red wine. The man was a little annoyed that he didn't bring any red wine, so he casually wiped the blood on his body. "Release your king's blood, you are already old!" The man said in a relaxed tone, suddenly smiling at Nidhogg who had no desire to fight. "Whoops!" The huge wings flapped, and streams of air appeared. Nidhogg wanted to kill the man with a playful smile in front of him. But the howling wind gradually came to an end, and when it fell on the man's face, it was already a gentle breeze. "Maybe you are right, but I don't think Bai is right. The weak is the original sin!" Nidhogg opened and closed his huge mouth, looking sharply at the small man in front of him, hoping that he would retreat in spite of the difficulties. "But at least the future is not yours, but theirs!" The man turned back and looked at the top of the World Tree, with one black and one white fruit.