Ignar laughted in the sorcerer's tower. A Machiavellian smile appeared on his face and, obviously a bad idea, a bad blow had bloomed in his twisted mind.

He took his manacom and called Morthales: "Master, is my father coming soon with his Uboat?"

"No Ignar, and I doubt he'll be coming back in his UBoat, many years have passed and either the technology has evolved or they've gone back to the stone age, but as he's dragging on, I think he's taken the first option. "

"Nothing immediate, then! I'll take Leucaruth with me, I'm sure she'll accept my advances."

While Ignar "Tortured" Leucaruth and was asking for more, Aqua arrived at the Imperial camp with her badly wounded son.

She pleaded with tears for help to heal Fuchur, who was in a bad state.

The leg had to be loosened, but the blood was about to spurt and blood transfusions did not yet exist in this world. Besides, for dragons, you can't dream.

The healers chained Fuchur with the help of his mother and a barber stitched up what he could, and then Fuchur saw what was coming and started giggling in terror.

His mother took a log and stuck it in his mouth and squeezed his neck with all her might. A red hot bar to cauterize the wound! and stop the blood!

Fuchur wanted to fight, he wiggled, but his mother's high mass stroking him and blowing in his ear: "It's OK, it's a bad time to be going."

PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! and his panting breath quickened and he passed out, moaning. Large teeth marks could be seen on the log.

"Voilllaaa, you were brave, my little one," said Aqua and she said, "Thank you so much for saving him."

Then one of the priests approached his hands and transferred mana and made the first aid to fuchur. Aqua transferred the mana from his muzzle to the priest so that the treatment would be more powerful and the flesh began to grow again and the wound to close again. She increased the transfer at the risk of weakening herself and she fainted but the priest was able to finish and the burned flesh was reconstituted. Fuchur was saved, but he would need rest to recover. Even if the flesh has grown back, it is like psoriasis, the tissues are tired and need to rest, that is to say not be stressed by effort, fatigue and tension. In the worst case, the magic could be reversed and it would be a disaster.

Meanwhile, the camp rested and Aqua had used up all her strength.

It was then that Leucaruth made her appearance.

It was carnage. The men were eaten on the spot, torn to pieces and Leucaruth, a black dragon of ice and lightning, attacked the men of the camp. His other name was the scourge of the dwarves. She loved to slit the dwarves open and hear their skulls cracking under her teeth. Spinal fluid was a treat for her. Like snakes, she would go crazy when the smell of brains or marrow was smelled.

Soldiers would shoot at each other in a semi-circle formation with spears to sting and kill this 25-metre monster in two stages. One step with the spears to make it move backwards and then one step with the shields erected on the wall. The circle must close on the dragon and then finish it with nets. But this one, filled with the love of Ignar the Madman, had the experience of fighting armies structured like dwarves.

KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

BLAST!

Lightning loves spikes and 25 men were struck on the spot and another 25 were taken by stupor and died of cardiac arrest.

A technician turned the ballista towards the dragon but his last vision was the mace/tail axe from Ignar's armor.

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The violence of the impact was such that the unfortunate man was cut in half and the triggerfish was pulverized.

A small gunshot and a tight column of concentrated flames reduced the tents to ashes one by one with the cowards who thought it was a good hiding place.

Weapons racks and ammunition were ravaged and Ignar declared: HAHAHA, you are about to participate in the first fireworks display ever made in Estemarche and the entire kingdom.

Barrels with a clockwork mechanism were placed at the four corners of the camp and it flew off with the lightning dragon and BOOOOOOM 8 black powder explosions smashed the camp to pieces.

The explosion awakened Aqua and Fuchur, who let loose on himself:

IIII II II I IIII I gnaaaar??????? !!!!!

Aqua: "Oh no, there's two of them!"

Aqua squeezed Fuchur tight and said: "My little one, run, fly, crawl and jump into the creek and hide deep inside and run away. I love you. Goodbye and don't forget me, I will always be in your heart! She took off with Fuchur in her paws and fled to the river but was caught by Leucaruth. Leucaruth bit Aqua on the tail and Aqua gave a cry of pain.

She struggled and propelled Fuchur with all her might as he glided towards the river crying, "Please, not my mamaaaannn. Nooooooooo"

Aqua took a terrible blow to the jaw by Leucaruth and she broke. But she turned around and blew some gel. But the evil dragon was Lightning / Ice and the ice did almost nothing to her.

She replied with an electric shock that knocked Aqua out, who was already exhausted from saving Fuchur.

When she hit the ground, she was caught by Ignar who told Leucaruth, we need her alive. The master wants to prepare her to replace Metanovae.

Leucaruth: "But I thought we were having dragon steak tonight?"

Ignar: You should watch your figure! I mean, when I saw the carnage, I wondered where you put it all!

She wanted to hit Ignar, but when she saw his terrible axe, she thought twice before acting. Moreover his armor protects him from the electricity, from the blows and absorbs the magic.

Then, Ignar turned to Leucaruth, and told her that he was going to give her a little demonstration in case the urge crossed her mind. He aimed at the fugitives and opened his mouth. Instead of fire coming out, it's lightning too.

The dragon was shocked to see a red dragon having these powers and his breath had nothing to envy the breath of fire.

He had prepared a bow, and he closed the bow on Aqua. This bow was like a mobile pillory but he forced the dragon to walk like a duck, its front legs stuck with its S-shaped head and a sliding point at the temples connected to the legs, so if it wanted to stand up to blow, the point would perforate her skull.

And with her neck bent, she couldn't stand up and blow. It was a mobile torture device, literally.

Ignar threw a tine of freezing water on Aqua and said, "Get up! We have a walk to do! and Aqua's torture had only just begun.

She asked: Fuchur?

"Oh, he ran away, bawling like a piglet: mamann, mammaaaannn. Hahaha, it was funny to see him running around hobbling and getting rakes with the trees. He splashed around like a big frog, KWWOOOOOOAAAA, KWOOOOOAAAA, KWWOOOOOAAA, imitated him to humiliate Aqua a little more.

Leucaruth : "You really have a sense of humour, Ignar!!" Do you think we could have a threesome with her?? I mean the two of us masters and she the slave.

Ignar turned around like lightning and Leucaruth thought he was going to beat her up because Ignar, too, was hitting first and then talking. :

"Honestly, you're great, Leucaruth! I hadn't thought of that! As soon as she's presented to the master we'll see what we can do with her."

Leucaruth: "Why do you call him master?"

"Good question. I could call him uncle or godfather, but considering what we do, that's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it? And then when I called him master, he immediately adopted me as his child and my infused with his knowledge and know-how. I really didn't want to end up as a lab subject like my brothers. Besides I sold them by telling him, you are my master and I will be your son. You have enough of the others to study and I have the ambition to take over from you. He was moved and I became like his son and I was recognized by my real biological father. I lived and the others were tested. I even helped them to do it with more zeal. And then it's all about survival."

Fuchur was drifting unconscious in the river as it widened and got bigger.

His journey lasted several hours and he arrived at a lake where he was fished out by fishermen and one of them recognized him. "It's Fuchur! What's he doing there?"

He was dragged to shore and the brave fishermen built a fire to warm him up and give him strength.

He was delirious in common parlance. He never grumbled and preferred to curse. He was much appreciated by the people and because of his small size he was less frightening. It was a bit like flipper the dolphin or the local kid.

Fishermen loved Fuchur because he liked to please people, for a fish or a shellfish, he liked to do little errands like bring back a forgotten meal or bring back a box of hooks or bring back another net. And above all it was the local gazette. He would tell about everything that was going on in the area and would pass on messages or call someone back.

He was really well integrated into the village and some fishermen were thinking of marrying their daughters to the young dragon later on.