Black Dragon Code

After entering the Dulu Basin, the further you go in, the more desolate the environment becomes. Because of the terrain, this place is as hot as a stove, making the air slightly distorted.

There is no vegetation to be seen on the surface, and the uninhabited mountain road passes through the criss-crossed sharp rocks. Only dead grass and dry trees grow from the cracks in the rock wall.

Surrounded by cliffs, the entrance to the basin is extremely narrow, allowing only two people to walk side by side. From a strategic point of view, this place is quite suitable for building a fortress, and it is a good place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

"Hurry up, slave!" came a loud shout from behind.

Gore felt flustered from the heat, and his legs were so sore that he could barely walk. He was an adventurer from the northern kingdoms—a mercenary, and of course a robber at times.

He and his companions saw the mission issued by the Principality of the Rhine, and were going to try their luck in the south, but they were caught halfway. They haven't eaten anything until now, and they were driven here non-stop. Perhaps only the gods in the sky know why. Time is the end.

"Fuck it."

Gore murmured, looking at the several companions who were kidnapped with him, he struggled and took two steps forward: "These orcs deserve to die."

Looking back on the previous experience, it is still very uncomfortable. They spent a day crossing the Grand Canyon of Mostel and arrived in Mangye. Seeing that the sky was dark, they planned to rest on the spot near the water source for the night. As soon as Miao closed his eyes, the next moment he was surrounded by orcs carrying stone weapons.

Ordinary fighters are naturally weak when facing the orcs, not to mention that there is a big fighter on the other side, so these robbers didn't take much effort to catch them all, and rushed here without saying a word.

"My lord, I think you must be mistaken."

Gore turned his head and forced a smile, thinking that it must be ugly in the eyes of his companions: "I have nothing to do with orcs in my life, I swear on my glory—"

"Shut up!"

The orcs in the rear didn't react at all, only the lower body was covered with tattered fur: "Hurry up!"

"Damn it, this savage piece of shit!"

Gore cursed in his heart. He raised his voice and tried to hide the trembling in his voice: "We are the subjects of Grand Duke Baelish Lane of the Northern Kingdoms, and we are protected by the Principality of Rhine!"

Orcs are also intelligent races. Perhaps the names of the northern countries will make them afraid. This is the only way. Trying to break out of the encirclement is tantamount to digging their own graves. Those poor people who can no longer speak told Gore the reason for their resistance end.

"Boom."

He was kicked to the ground by the orc, and then he was grabbed by the hair and stood up again: "Go!"

Gore stopped talking, these orcs were exactly the same as those old mercenaries, smelly and hard like the stones in the latrine, they would only say these few words forever, where they want to take him, maybe only the sky The gods know.

However, as his mood stabilized, Gore also felt at ease. Since the orcs didn't kill everyone on the spot and rob them of their things, it means that they must have another purpose, maybe they just want to kidnap them for a sum of money ——Most orcs like to do this very much. Fortunately, I have a few friends in the Principality of the Rhine, who should be able to pay the ransom.

But what Gore is not sure about is whether he can survive until then. The goddamn weather is getting hotter and hotter, so that it makes people sweat profusely and even feel dizzy.

While Gore was begging the gods for salvation, the orcs also arrived at their destination, and they stopped driving them to move on, and stood where they were, waiting silently.

"What are they going to do?"

Gore turned his head and looked at the standing orcs. The muscles on their chests and shoulders shone brightly under the sun. He felt that his throat was about to burst into flames, and his hoarse voice wanted to beg for saliva: "My lord, please..."

A gust of wind blew past, and a shadow enveloped him.

The howling wind made Gore feel cool,

The shadow that blocks the sun is even more precious, and he turned his head to see what gave the poor man a little mercy in the midst of despair.

Immediately afterwards, Gore fell into a deep shock.

This is a dark and terrifying beast with four sharp horns on its head, fangs protruding from its mouth, and metallic thorns growing on its body. The huge wings gradually closed in Gore's sight, thick and strong. The powerful tail droops behind it.

It was staring at the mercenaries who were pinned down by the orcs, and the vertical topaz-like pupils made people shudder.

"This is... a dragon?"

Gore was dumbfounded. It looked not much different from the black dragon in appearance, but where did such a strong black dragon come from? It is even better than the sense of power given by the red dragon.

He found that his companion was as shocked as himself. No one had ever known that there was such a big and weird black dragon in Mangye! There has never been any news about this dragon in the northern kingdoms!

Did those adventurers and army scouts grow up eating shit? A bunch of trash!

Gore first scolded in his heart, and then immediately became restless, no wonder these orcs brought them here, could it be that they want to feed them to the black dragon?

Just as Gore was thinking wildly, thinking about how he could escape, he heard the black dragon speak.

"Humans? Where did you catch them?"

"The fringe area is full of mercenaries."

"very good."

The black dragon had a conversation with the big warrior orc who was escorting him. The conversation was very brief and ended in no more than 20 words. Gore saw the black dragon nodded and walked aside.

Wait, is this the end? What do these evil races want to do?

Gore didn't understand why, looking at the silent black dragon, he wanted to beg for mercy, but couldn't speak, wanted to shout, but his voice was suppressed in his throat.

Afterwards, the black dragon and those orcs did nothing, just watched them silently, watched silently, waited quietly, and the silent fear kept eroding Gore's sanity, making him wish to die immediately.

As time goes by, the sun is getting brighter and the temperature is getting higher and higher.

The scorching sun made it hard to keep one's eyes open, and Gore felt his whole body ache. He was sweating all over, and the hollowed-out light armor was extremely sticky.

I don't know how long it took, and in a trance, Gore felt that he had returned to the northern countries. He saw the huge statue in the center of the capital of the Principality of the Rhine, and the carriage of the nobles was speeding past...

"enough."

Vaguely, he heard the voice of the black dragon giving orders: "Try that."

what to try

Gore felt that someone pinched his mouth and forcibly opened his mouth. The hard stone bowl made his teeth hurt. The next moment, the sweet liquid was poured into the throat cavity.

Is it water?

The withered body was re-moisturized, and the viscera of the whole body seemed to be replenished. After fifteen minutes, Gore woke up from the hallucinations, and the feeling of thirst was not so strong.

His eyes regained focus and saw several orcs standing beside him, his kidnapped companions kneeling with him.

Gore licked his lips subconsciously, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. The orc gave him a drink that seemed to be midsummer nectar.

"it works."

He heard Heilong say: "Okay, let's deal with it."

Before Gore could express his gratitude, he heard the last voice of his life.