Although he did not know who Falan was hiding from, Hill felt that the two dragons' tone was a little strange. They probably knew something... They had clearly been talking about Hill, yet there were all sorts of odd undertones in their words...
Besides, why had Falan specifically emphasized that Goren's Claw would deal with him? So the Black Dragons' elders would not? Those two dragons were obviously not afraid of such powerful Primordial Dragons.
There was clearly a dragon backing them.
Purvi had only just entered the gray mist when an angry dragon roar rang out from the city behind them. "Roar! Damn Falan!"
Hill silently looked at his grandfather. That had been a female dragon, right? Why was his grandfather always being... pursued by nonhumans?
Falan pressed a hand onto his head, preventing him from turning around. "Black Dragons have strange notions. They enjoy producing powerful Dragonborn... It is not some emotional entanglement. Whoever is strong enough, they will come knocking.
Ever since I fought the elder of the Black Dragon clan... hm... to a draw, they have kept harassing me. Otherwise, I would not put away my Mage Tower the moment I leave my residence. It is just to make moving at any time more convenient.
Didn't you hear what she said? She was merely cursing me. She did not truly intend to find me.
If there really had been some romantic dispute, do you think those two Black Dragons would have been stupid enough to say that? They are lazy, not brain-dead."
Hill curled his lips. "What a pity..."
Purvi landed on the water's surface, and a tiny ball of light appeared beside Hill. "Hill... The storm in the air is stronger than the one in the water. I should swim out!"
Hill glanced at it