Black Dragon Code

What's the Difference Between Bad Dragon and Bad Dragon?

Take the most famous evil dragon in history, Kungudius, for example. It is a red dragon, the owner of the Hell Islands. This guy is the most vicious ruler of the Sea of ​​Stars and the South China Sea. He does everything from burning, killing, and looting.

Logically speaking, if the evil dragon achieves this level, it will not only face endless challenges from adventurers, but also face the crusade of the human empire and the armies of all benevolent races, and spend the whole day in fear like walking on thin ice.

But how?

This guy Kungudius lived a very healthy life. He built a famous sea kingdom in the Hell Islands. Later Tiamat was quite displeased with this.

Kungudius formed an army to control the Sea of ​​Stars and the South China Sea. It plundered at sea, and then sold dirty goods and bought valuable resources in the area controlled by the Empire on which the sun never sets. Intelligence support is called the "Lord of Hell" by the people of the empire on which the sun never sets.

Its behavior runs counter to the image of a red dragon that wanders around and grabs people at will, and then eats chubby and gets drunk every day, waiting to be cut down by adventurers.

Caesar guessed that the lord of the Hell Islands could receive the information as soon as the transport ships of humans or other races set off from the pier, along with a series of information such as the route, the berthing places along the way, the berthing time, etc., were all reported by the eyeliner. send it.

Back then, this guy only needed to stay in the lair, arrange as many troops as possible to ambush at designated locations, and enjoy the benefits.

This is what a dragon should look like!

Don't ask Caesar why he knows a red dragon so well. Its deeds are engraved in the basic cognition of inheritance by the five-color dragons, and it seems to have become a role model for the evil dragons.

However, even if Kungudius is a freak among all the five-color dragons, he has been the only one for thousands of years. If other evil dragons can do what he does, the omnipotent five-color dragons would have unified Eladia long ago. up.

But here comes Caesar.

He knows that the success of Kungudius is not only due to his own strength. In Elradia, you are a legendary ancient dragon. If you are blocked in a corner by a legion, you will have to belch. Personal force is indeed an important component of strength. Some, but purely relying on personal strength, it is difficult to tremble on this continent.

Of course, if Caesar completes the achievement of "reshaping life in the form of a neutron star", that's another matter - that is the power that can sink Elradia.

The success of Kungudius lies in the fact that, in addition to its own powerful strength, it also has a shrewd mind, capable men who can fight and kill, reliable allies, and other aspects of power and connections.

These things allow it to have strong capital and numerous minions. Even if it suffers a small setback for a while, there is still a chance to make a comeback. Even if the old nest is destroyed, there is still a place to lick the wound.

If the whole of Elradia is compared to a hunting ground, then ordinary evil dragons can only be regarded as carnivores, and only evil dragons like Kungudius are truly qualified to join the ranks of hunters.

Animals, no matter how strong they are and how sharp their fangs are, will be shot to death by hunters.

Well, a modern person in the urban society of the 21st century has come to a world where the living environment is more than inferior. He is burdened with the reputation of a dragon, but he is not even qualified to hold a gun. Caesar would not like such a business willing to do.

His power comes from the trophy in the showcase in his head, as long as he achieves the achievement recognized by Black Dream, he will be rewarded - and this concept is actually quite broad, as long as he reaches the pinnacle in any aspect.

It has been nine years since Caesar came to Elradia, and he has been hiding and holding back for long enough. It is time to move his body. He wants to gather power, sharpen his minions, and speed up his process of obtaining rewards.

The black dragon lay on the top of the mountain and stared at the orc tribe below,

The fangs are shining brightly under the scorching sun. I don't know if it's the reflection of the sun or the growth of ambition.

...

Caesar's thoughts were interrupted by the shouts of the orcs. When his pupils refocused, he found that the orcs of the Stone Crow Clan gathered together in a circle in the open space, as if they were holding some ceremony.

Under the scorching sun, the warriors beat dull tambourines, and the women danced and made a chaotic noise. They sang in an orc language that Caesar could not understand.

Caesar felt that something was wrong, flapped his wings and descended the mountain, getting closer to the orc.

"This is an ancient war song that was left behind when the orcs were scattered. They usually do this when they are in a desperate situation or when they are parting from life and death."

Luna hid in the thorns and introduced to him. The little thing obviously felt the tragic atmosphere, and subconsciously shrunk her body inward.

The arrival of Caesar caught the attention of the orcs, but they didn't have time to take care of the black dragon at this time. In a mood of grief, the soldiers maintained great restraint, and the low growls were tightly suppressed in their throats.

His eyes followed the orcs to the field, but he saw a strong orc lying there, and the orc who had fallen to the ground had his eyes closed, sweating profusely, with a painful expression on his face.

Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly.

He actually knew this orc. This guy's name was Orcash, and he was one of the members who captured Baiserhorn cattle for him. At the same time, Orcash was also responsible for delivering food and sending the horned cattle to the top of the mountain. Many orcs familiar to Caesar.

"what happened?"

Caesar went to Sifu, and the old chieftain also came, standing aside, his face was as cold as the frozen earth in the south, and it seemed that the wizard was as helpless as the others, with deep sorrow.

The old leader opened his mouth, and his voice was so hoarse that it made one's heart palpitate: "The curse of the Balrog, we don't have a priest in our clan, so we can't 'dispel' him, and we can only rely on Orcas to survive it."

"Today, the horned cattle went crazy for some reason. They forced us to squat in the Dulu Basin for a long time. In the end, we had no choice but to climb over the foot of the mountain and make a detour back."

An orc who was also in charge of hunting Baiser horns answered: "On the way back, Orkash fell down."

Dulu Basin.

Caesar thought for a while, he remembered that place, and he passed by it when he was migrating with two little dragons. Apart from the narrow entrance, there seemed to be nothing special about the place.

It's just that due to the terrain, the Dulu Basin is quite hot, and he still has a fresh memory of the two little dragons roaring continuously.

"What is the curse of the Balrog?" Caesar stepped back a little, and quietly asked the fairy of the forest on his body.

"Hmm...it's the curse of the Balrog, I don't know too well."

Luna probed her head and whispered: "This curse seems to only appear in the dry season of the Northland. The level is actually very low. If there is a priest, it can be solved with a flick of the hand."

At this time, the leader of the hunting team and the only great warrior of the Stone Crow Clan, Gal, passed by, and little Luna immediately fell silent, retracted her body, and stopped talking.

Caesar drew his paws closer to the big orc: "Since it's just a low-level curse, why don't you try a witch doctor from another race? Gal."

"Witch doctor? What witch doctor?" Gal was taken aback.

"Well--"

Caesar didn't expect that Eladia didn't have such a job as a witch doctor, so he choked and added: "Doctor? Pharmacist? Shaman?"

"I do not understand what you are talking about, Don Altorenzo."

Gal's complexion became very ugly, and he left without talking to the black dragon.

He thought that Caesar was humiliating the Stone Crow clan, and he was still joking at this time. Is the life of their orcs so insignificant in the eyes of dragons?

"You guys are really strange. I know everything you say, but you don't know what it means when you put it together."

Seeing Gal walk to the other side, Luna said again: "Let's go back, it's useless to stay here, only a priest can dispel the Balrog's curse."

"Aside from the priest, does Eladia have other medical professions?"

The skin on the forehead of the black dragon wrinkled: "Then how can you be sure that this must be a curse? Have you felt the fluctuation of the spell?"