Unfortunately, this unique duel did not immediately unfold.
"Maxon, report complete. All Goblins are dead," several Viking Warriors shouted from above.
"What about the goods?" Evan yelled back from below.
The Viking Warriors descended, and one of them stepped forward, his rough, blood-stained face showing a hint of sorrow: "One egg was destroyed."
As he spoke, he unfolded a fur-wrapped bundle in his hand, revealing three dragon eggs the size of football, and one small dragon that had already cracked and been forced out of its shell.
It was sticky all over, its eyes too weak to open and close, only inhaling, not exhaling, clearly not long for this world.
Howl took a look and stepped forward.
"Let me see."
With that, he approached the fur bundle held by the man. The small dragon still had an unabsorbed yolk sac hanging from its lower abdomen, and the surrounding egg white membrane was covered in blood vessels.
Howl slowly extended his hand, aiming at the bundle, and a green mist slowly flowed out, enveloping the bundle.
The yolk sac beneath the small dragon's abdomen began to be absorbed faster, its scales rapidly hardened, and its entire body visibly swelled up.
"Cough—cough—"
The small dragon shakily stood up, coughing up tissue fluid from its throat, and even spewed out black smoke with a sulfurous smell.
"It's alive! It's alive!" The Viking man holding the fur bundle was instantly filled with both shock and joy.
"Wait!" Someone's eyes widened in surprise.
Crack—
Next to the small dragon, another dragon egg began to crackle and develop fissures.
Then, the man gently placed the bundle on the ground, and a group of people formed a circle around it. Outside the crowd, a group of dragons also craned their long necks, looking inside.
Subsequently, the other three dragon eggs hatched one after another!
A total of four small dragons quickly appeared before everyone's eyes. The group immediately burst into laughter, letting out joyful roars.
In the Castle, Lucifer listened to the sounds outside, somewhat annoyed: "What are these people doing? So happy?!
I really want to see!!!
They're so happy, and I don't know anything. It feels like ants are crawling all over me!!"
Evan stood up, looking solemnly at Howl: "Mr. Jones, thank you."
Howl looked at these newly hatched small lives, a smile also appearing on his face, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, just a small favor."
Of course, that's what he said. Evan and the Viking Warriors wouldn't think so. Half of the people in their village were spellcasters, but no one could do such a thing so casually.
Their tribe had a long history of dragon-rearing and training techniques, but even now, the birth rate and survival rate of dragon cubs remained low.
Not just them, even in the few dragon farms officially authorized by the International Confederation of Wizards, the hatching and survival of dragon eggs is still a major challenge.
Even if all four of these eggs were brought back to the dragon's nest intact, probably only two would hatch successfully.
Dragon eggs are not something that anyone can casually raise by simply increasing the temperature.
Therefore, Howl's actions truly opened the eyes of these Viking Warriors and filled them with immense gratitude.
The Viking people, from ancient times to the present, have passed down two factions based on their fighting style:
Dragon Hunters and Dragon Breeders.
Dragon Hunters use the dragon's hide, claws, and bones to craft powerful magic equipment for themselves. Dragon Breeders, on the other hand, treat dragons like family, living and fighting alongside them, and refuse dragon products.
Especially for small groups like their village, the life and death of every member are extremely important.
Therefore, Howl's action was no different from saving their family members.
For a time, various expressions of gratitude were heard incessantly. Evan even invited Howl and Harry to be guests in the village.
Howl thought for a moment. He was going to the village in two days anyway, so going today... was not impossible.
"When we get to the village, let's have a fight!"
Evan snapped, annoyed: "Can you shut up!"
After reprimanding his child, Evan also said seriously: "However, if Mr. Howl truly wishes for the children to have a match, a formal duel can be held in the village."
Although Howl was strong, when it came to children, he didn't think his own child was inferior to anyone.
Although Klee was not a spellcaster, he had lived and fought alongside dragons since he was young, and his combat power among his peers had no equal.
Even the children from the village who went to magic school often got bullied by him when they returned.
When it came to fighting, their Viking people had never been afraid.
Howl nodded. He genuinely wanted Harry to have a go. After practicing for so long, how could it work without actual combat?
"Then let's go," Howl said.
The boy named Klee looked at Harry again, tilted his head, and said somewhat boastfully: "Come on, get on my dragon, I'll take you!"
Harry felt a bit awkward, then shook his head: "No thanks, I have my own transportation."
With that, he shouted towards the Castle: "Meteor!!"
In the night, a flash of lightning shot out, stopping in front of Harry, its broom head constantly rubbing against the ground, looking extremely excited.
Klee looked at the speed at which the broom had just flown out, somewhat surprised. Then he straddled his dragon and suggested: "Want to race?"
"Then let's race."
With that, the two children impatiently counted to three, two, one, and then flew off.
Evan was a bit embarrassed: "I apologize, this child is not a Wizard. So whenever he meets a Wizard of the same age, his competitive spirit becomes particularly strong."
"It's nothing," Howl shook his head. "This kid, Peter, although I've always told him to act calmly, I can tell he's not a calm person either."
After speaking, the group followed closely behind them.
During the flight, Howl also chatted with Evan and learned that the Norwegian Ridgeback that attacked Harry half a year ago had actually flown out of their village.
Evan also learned from the dragon farm intern who had returned the dragon to their village at the time that the dragon had been defeated by a powerful Wizard who could fly independently.
This made Evan immediately remember this when he saw Howl flying earlier.
After confirming, he found out it was indeed the same person.
It could be considered fate.
At the same time, Howl also understood why the Goblins did not Apparate away.
The Goblins were forbidden from spatial teleportation.
In this Wizarding World, many creatures have the ability to teleport, such as Zouwu, Phoenix, Goblins, and even House-elves.
Each race's method of teleportation is different. The Apparition of Wizards in this world is also an analysis, summation, and imitation of different creatures' teleportation methods!
This leads to different Anti-Apparition charms only being effective against different races.
Just as Hogwarts's Anti-Apparition cannot restrain House-elves, the Goblins Howl encountered earlier had also been affected by a counter-spell specifically designed for Goblin teleportation.
This was also a crucial magical invention during the Second Goblin War, and its inventor is said to have already appeared on Chocolate Frog cards, making his name immortal.
After Howl clarified these points, the group also arrived at Lorland Village.
I wish everyone good appetite and excellent health.