Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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"No, Fenrir, you did nothing wrong."

The Dragon Girl looked at her brother with a loving expression, just like a mother who understands her child.

Looking at the dragon's pathetic state, Wang Anzhi considered making carbohydrates like cola and potato chips to corrode the dragon's blood and increase its fat content.

This suggests that there is a certain probability of success.

After all, even Thor, the most powerful god of thunder in Norse mythology, couldn't withstand these, let alone Fenrir?

He looked at the dragon girl, "Is this Fenrir?"

"Don't you like the name?"

The Dragon Girl remained unsurprised by Wang Anzhi's unfamiliarity; instead, she said with interest, "That's right, you should prefer his other name... Yinglong."

Yinglong is a legendary god who killed Chiyou and Kuafu, embodying the three powers of "creation," "creation of things," and "destruction of the world."

This configuration is also very similar to the triad of gods in Hindu mythology: Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva.

Shiva is also the manifestation of Fenrir and even the king of the earth and mountains in Hindu mythology.

On the other side, Fenrir also reacted upon hearing the name "Yinglong." He looked over with a bewildered and innocent expression.

"Is it calling me?"

Wang Anzhi was speechless. He remembered that Attila, when he was a Hunnic prince, was taciturn, but he was not as childish as he was now. Fenrir in the mythological era was even less like a mentally challenged child.

Then Jormungandr sighed again and explained:

"Fenrir's injuries haven't healed yet. He's only recently cocooned, and judging from his age, he's still a child."

The dragon flapped its wings and said proudly, "That's right, Fenrir is still a child."

The awkward silence wasn't limited to Wang Anzhi; Jormungandr himself also turned his head away, unable to bear watching his foolish older brother's behavior.

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps slowly broke the silence between the two, and a series of rapid breaths came from the steps below the throne.

A man covered in blood walked up. He first raised his head, then lowered it, pausing slightly as he looked at the dragon and the dragon girl beside it before speaking:

"Your Majesty, I have something important to report."

Wang Anzhi maintained his composure, nodded slightly, and almost subconsciously called out the name of the person in front of him, as if he still had the memory of his body: "Feng Hou, please speak."

After uttering the name, Wang Anzhi was also momentarily dazed.

Feng Hou, according to legend, was the "prime minister" of the Yellow Emperor, who assisted the Yellow Emperor in defeating Chi You.

"Our army came from the west to the east, while Chi You set out from the east to the west. The two met here and each had their own victories and defeats," Feng Hou said slowly.

Wang Anzhi knew that Feng Hou was actually quite biased. Both historical records and firsthand observations proved one thing.

That is to say, Huangdi's army was indeed no match for Chiyou's army on the main battlefield; all he could do was remain undefeated.

Nevertheless, he nodded slightly to show his approval.

We must not lose morale under any circumstances.

Feng Hou then said, "The army has gathered here, but since both armies sounded the retreat, the fog has not dissipated. I am very worried about this."

Mist?

Wang Anzhi looked down the scroll from high to low across the plain, where the former battlefield was now a scene of carnage and corpses strewn everywhere.

A thin mist was faintly emanating from the corpse.

In fact, he originally didn't care about it; it was just a little fog, what was there to care about?

But when Feng Hou finally revealed the truth, he had to think about its meaning.

Almost instinctively, he turned his gaze to "Jormungandr" or "Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden," a "local" who was clearly more familiar with this.

Surprisingly, after the Wind Queen arrived, the Dragon Girl remained almost entirely silent, no longer displaying the same talkativeness she had when the two were alone. She merely gently gripped Fenrir's two horns, while the dragon, looking aggrieved and clearly in pain, dared not resist further. Instead, he bowed his head even more respectfully, respecting his sister's height.

At the same time, when the Queen of Wind noticed that her "Emperor" subconsciously looked at Jormungandr, a hint of displeasure also appeared on her face.

Wang Anzhi quickly sensed Feng Hou's discontent; he almost immediately noticed the discord between the two. However, being a newcomer, he had no idea of ​​the reason behind it.

At the same time, compared to the completely ignorant "Feng Hou", Xiao Long Nu was the one she felt closer to psychologically.

However, after a moment of silence, Wang Anzhi asked Feng Hou, "Are there any risks involved?"

"Risk?" Feng Hou shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied with such a mild assessment. He pointed to the open field below the mountain and stated with certainty:

"Your Majesty, I think I can confirm that this was a premeditated trick?"

"Premeditated?" Wang Anzhi was initially puzzled, but quickly realized, "You mean the Wind God and the Rain Master?"

“That’s right,” Feng Hou nodded, a look of disdain in his eyes. “Chi You is surrounded by those strange beings. They think they can control the wind and rain, but they don’t know that everything is under my control.”

“But this is just a thin mist, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will dissipate soon,” Wang Anzhi asked again, a look of embarrassment on his face.

Who is the outcast that Feng Hou is referring to?

Originally named Samson, the wind god and rain master of Abideon, as well as Fenrir and Jormungandr, who were right beside him and were known as "Yinglong" and "Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady," are, at present, evenly matched in terms of their degree of "collusion with bandits."

He glanced at the dragon girl, and sure enough, Jormungandr's previously cheerful expression turned expressionless. At the same time, Fenrir, whose horns she was holding, did not dare to make any rebuttal, but his aggrieved expression became even more vivid.

"A thin mist? Dissipate?" Feng Hou shook her head repeatedly, not even glancing at the Dragon Girl beside her. "Your Majesty, I can assure you that even three days from now, this thin mist will still be visible to us."

Feng Hou particularly emphasized "in our eyes".

“Those are just a smokescreen.” Wang Anzhi understood. No matter what, he did not want to fail, and Feng Hou felt the same way. In the Yellow Emperor’s formation, he was already second only to one person. What good would failure do him?

"Your Majesty is wise," the Empress praised, then fell silent.

"So what are your opinions?" Wang Anzhi asked again.

He vaguely remembered that when faced with the original crisis, the Yellow Emperor chose to use the "south-pointing chariot" to dispel the fog.

But this fantastical version of the fog is far more complex than what he has seen so far; the full extent of the iceberg hidden underwater is what truly deserves our awe.

"The compass chariot, Your Majesty, the compass chariot you invented can be put to good use here," Feng Hou reminded him.

The "compass chariot" that "I" invented?

Wang Anzhi gritted his teeth again. Heaven help him, his current knowledge of alchemy was completely superficial, and he could only say that the invention of the "compass chariot" occurred during the time of the Yellow Emperor.

But right now, he wasn't doing any normal simulation at all; it was more like he had entered a dungeon within a dungeon, and he had no memory of the Yellow Emperor at all.

All he possessed were instincts, such as the subconscious composure when commanding the army with the power of words, and the act of calling out Feng Hou's name to a stranger.

But this is not enough to solve the immediate crisis.

Upon realizing this, he immediately found himself in a dilemma.

Feng Hou quickly noticed this and asked, "Your Majesty, is there any difficulty?"

Wang Anzhi forced a smile, "There are no difficulties, it's just..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jormungandr interrupted him, laughing and saying, "Indeed, there are no difficulties."

She gently tossed out a piece of tortoise shell, on which were engraved strange characters and pictures.

Jormungandr said in a deep voice, "This is what you wanted. Now leave! Do not disobey the Emperor's orders."

After a moment of silence, Feng Hou picked up the tortoise shell from the ground, examined it carefully, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Then, he looked at Wang Anzhi and changed the subject, "Your Majesty, please allow me to take my leave. I need to go and build as many compass chariots as possible."

Wang Anzhi nodded slightly in agreement.

After Feng Hou left, he turned to look at the Dragon Girl with some curiosity, "My prime minister doesn't seem to like you very much."

The dragon girl casually fiddled with her fingers, saying nonchalantly, "Of course, he now feels that I have lost my purpose and have become a burden to you instead."

At this point, she looked at Wang Anzhi, her eyes gleaming, "Youxiong clan, do you think so too?"

"Of course not," Wang An retorted instinctively.

Jormungandr quickly nodded, and said rather displeasedly:

"I knew it! All I wanted was a golden palace that rivaled Norton's Bronze City, a sky garden that matched Freya's Sky Garden, and a little bit of wonder to enhance the nation. Is there really such a big problem with that?"

"I don't see any of that at all. Your prime minister only knows how to talk about wasting people's money and resources, but he doesn't know the truth about how much effort I've put into working for you..."

The dragon girl muttered to herself.

Chapter 158 A Beautiful Girl Arrives at Yunyan Palace

That night.

Both military camps fell into a deep silence, so quiet that not a single sound could be heard.

Tiannvba took a deep breath. The surroundings were eerily quiet; she could even hear her own heartbeat. This was the place where the Yellow Emperor rested.

That prince, although he has not yet truly seized the throne, has already become the undisputed king of this land by defeating the descendants of Shennong.

She slowly stepped onto the blue stone steps in front of her, walking upwards step by step. Legend has it that there are a total of nine thousand five hundred steps in front of her.

When it was first built, a goddess from the West suggested that the road be increased to 33,000 steps, that a layer of gold powder be laid on the bluestone slabs, that a row of trees be built out of bronze, and that the road be made to be winding, so that it would increase the fear and dread of those who came to pay homage.

Fortunately, this suggestion was rejected by His Majesty the Yellow Emperor.

The Heavenly Maiden Ba smiled, her lips curving into a faint smile; otherwise, she didn't know how long it would have taken her to reach the palace at the very top.

"One thousand, one thousand and one..."

The Heavenly Maiden Ba silently counted. This was the first time she had stepped onto the palace before her since the battle at Zhuolu began, and she wanted to see if the legend was true.

She controlled herself to walk very slowly, as if to verify the truth of the legend; the Heavenly Maiden Ba walked with the same seriousness.

Each time she climbed a step, she left behind a clear, scorched mark—not the scent of earth, but the prelude to death.

Tiannvba looked around. The huge trees blocked her view under the cover of darkness. The murmuring mist around her dissipated silently after she passed by, until it disappeared completely.

The dwindling light around her distorted, and the moon's protective glow around her became distorted, making it seem as if she were surrounded by a veil.

Dangerous and terrifying.

Just as she was known in later generations, the goddess of drought.

The Classic of Mountains and Seas records this goddess as follows:

There was a woman dressed in green, named Huangdi's daughter, Ba. Chiyou waged war against Huangdi. Chiyou summoned the Wind God and Rain Master, unleashing a great storm. Huangdi then sent down the heavenly maiden Ba, the rain stopped, and he killed Chiyou. Ba could not return to heaven, and where she resided, there was no rain. Shujun told the Emperor, who then placed her north of the Red River. Shujun became the God of Agriculture. Sometimes Ba would disappear; those who wished to drive her away would command, "The god has gone north!"

"God travels north".