They were obviously not leaving because they had nowhere to go and they had their comfortable nest. Ignar was tiring them out and they obviously couldn't take it anymore. They couldn't understand it, but they said yes, that's great, I want the same tattoo so I can have peace. Ignar walked around the castle prancing and showing the other dragons his tattoo. "Why did you make me come here! What do you want from me? Haven't you hurt us enough?" "Yes, father, you're the best: (in bad taste)" Have you seen Vermithraxa? My Nazi flag! It's beautiful, isn't it? Now I'm the Red Baron!Īnd I'm going to shoot down all the planes and bad humans and bad dragons. Then I heard a draconian cry from my father: Wilkommen! in bad German.Īnd, oh no, it's not true: The peak of bad taste. Just missing Hitler and the cake would be perfect! The Alsatian-style village, the fortress, gigantic, built with modern machines and everything! They're Nazis. What are they doing here? That's even crazier! I arrive in the main courtyard and in front of me stands a set of towers and a gigantic hall and what strikes me most are the flags. The men don't bother to look at me and act as if nothing had happened. I pass the hall, and gates are raised and men in black take care of the castle. I arrive at the Black Fortress with my small tribe and land near the imposing building.Ģ dragons that I know well, Leucaruth and Jabberwock, a brute guard the entrance and forbid my companions to go further! At least I won't have any surprises.
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