Black Dragon Code

"Black Dragon Codex ()"

Hejian, the source of blood.

There are lead-colored clouds floating in the sky, and thorns are overgrown on the blood field. On the distant horizon, a majestic fortress stands resolutely. Monsters are entrenched in the flat valley, and Kahn looks out from the low slope.

"Ahead is the city of Morhe, the pass of the river kingdoms to the north, and the largest fortress in the east. Soon, it will belong to you, the master."

"What do you call me?"

"Master. Under the great emperor Caesar Altorrenzo Targaryen, who else can be our master besides Karn Targaryen, the Black Death?"

"If it was in the empire, this would put you on the gallows. You don't know about Odin, do you? Wallis." Kahn looked at the jackal in front of him.

"Of course I know. The Great Emperor's own daughter, the sole heir to the Black Wing Empire, ruled the north for fifty years while the Great Emperor was asleep."

"In that case, why didn't the Wolfheart Kingdom go to the middle of the country, but came all the way across the swamp to find me? You must know that Odin is being battered by the dawn army. At this time, even a little help can make her remember you."

Kahn narrowed his eyes: "Who gave you the order?"

"No one gave us an order. The emperor just asked us to participate in the war, but he didn't say how to participate in the war. The Wolfheart Kingdom is willing to become your vassal to help you win and take over the entire river land."

"Why choose me instead of Odin?"

"His Royal Highness Odin has ruled the north for fifty years, and he has always been patient. The regular army in the middle of the country called the 'Slave Catching Squad' has repeatedly invaded the border of the Wolfheart Kingdom. We sharpened our weapons, but we were ordered not to attack. I can just watch my living space being compressed, and the land, hunting grounds and water sources are handed over to others."

Wallis said in a low voice: "To be honest, I am very disappointed with His Royal Highness Odin and the Wolfheart Kingdom."

Kahn turned his head and glanced at this guy, coldly, his eyes were strange in color, with blood red from the dark gold, not like the pupils of ordinary dragons: "Tell me, what do you want from me? "

"We don't want anything. But if we are attacked, we will desperately bite off a piece of meat from the enemy. This is the way for the jackal clan to survive. The jackals are vassals of the Black Wing Empire, and they are willing to sacrifice everything for the Black Emperor. I just hope that this bit of dignity will not be taken away."

Wallis was not frightened by this terrifying gaze, but raised his head to look at Kahn. He is also a member of the new generation of the Targaryen family. He is completely different from the finely crafted and beautiful Odin and Bronya. The whole face was covered by thick beard and hair, not a single inch of the skin was smooth, it was as pale as a dead person, and the surface was covered with folds from healed wounds.

This is only in human form, God knows how many scars there are on his dragon body.

"I already understand what you mean."

Kahn was silent. In fact, he was also very dissatisfied with the Black Wing Empire's retreat for fifty years, but the real maker of this policy was his father, Prince Poison Fire. Promise, give the jackal dignity."

"Marching at full speed, it only takes half a day to reach the city. The jackals are willing to act as the vanguard and climb up the city wall of Morhe."

"No need, just advance at this speed. Stadt knows that my troops have doubled, but the troops that never set are all in the central and southern fronts. No one will help him anymore, let those fragile humans curl up in the castle Be terrified, I have already imagined how they sharpen their knives, feed their horses and griffins, and nervously set traps."

"They can only watch us push forward. Every day, the monster gets closer to them, and the tension in their hearts becomes more intense. This kind of suffering will turn them into fragile strings, which can be easily pulled away. broken."

Hearing this, the jackal man exclaimed, "This is the wisdom of the giant dragon."

"It has nothing to do with wisdom, this is my personal experience. I once secretly sold the souls of slaves to the devil for greater power. This incident was not known to anyone at the time, but it still made me think hard and tremble.

I was afraid that some wind would reach the emperor's ears, so that he would not be able to sleep peacefully every day and night. "

"But later, on the day when the secret was really revealed, I was not afraid anymore, because no matter what, the big deal was death. Only then did I realize how ridiculous my previous worries, tensions and fears were, and I even committed a crime because of it. More mistakes."

Kahn sighed: "It's not scary to be in a catastrophe, it's scary when a catastrophe is imminent."

At this time, looking back from the low slope where they were, there was a flat valley below, where thousands of camps were stationed. War lizards, jackals, and barbarians formed their own armies. There were wooden stakes beside the campfire on the edge of the camp. The corpses of human scouts hung high on stakes.

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night.

Standing on the top of the city of Morhe, Steiter stood in the wind, holding his long sword blessed by God, and looked into the distance.

Surrounding him are more than a dozen guards. These guards are elite Griffin Knights. They look like ordinary soldiers, but they have the same sharp eyes as Griffins, and their strength is similar to that of adult Griffins. Dozens of pairs of eyes All locked in the same direction, where the black dragon proudly spread its wings and let out a majestic roar under the moon.

Stadt had never seen the dragon before, but he knew his name. Karn Targaryen, the nephew of the Black Emperor, was said to have left his parents' wings when he was young, and fought on the land of Veloster. His father was as smart as he, knew how to use tricks to deceive people, and was very good at war. At the same time, he was as cruel and fierce as the Black Emperor. If he was provoked, he would swallow people with his big mouth.

Kahn was also staring, staring at the bonfire on the wall of the fortress. Looking at it, he suddenly laughed silently, showing his ferocious teeth.

The black dragon flapped its wings and approached the city of Morhe alone, spewing out a columnar flame from its mouth, and the stream of fire swept across the city wall, reflecting the bricks and stones behind the spell barrier bright red.

"Ninth day," whispered the Gryphon Rider.

"Well, very punctual." Staiter said lightly.

This is the ninth day that the Kahn Legion has lined up outside Morhe Fortress. Every night after nightfall, the "Black Death" will come closer and invade the magic barrier of the fortress. Other than that, there is no movement. The earth worms dug the tunnel, did not drop bombs or spells, and did not attack.

"What are these guys waiting for?"

The Griffin Rider murmured that Karn Targaryen showed great patience, but his "partners" were not so good-tempered. The subordinates twisted their bodies uneasily, let out a low growl, and arched their backs in a forward posture.

"Waiting for news from other battlefields."

Steiter turned his head and glanced at the fortress headquarters meaningfully.

The internal composition of the coalition army is complex, mainly composed of the Griffin Army and Sun Knights he brought, and the Northern Expedition Army of the River Kingdoms. The dragon's elite troops, there are also miscellaneous troops who can only catch slaves, and there are many mercenary groups from all over the river.

It is not easy for such a mixed army of dragons and snakes to enforce orders and prohibit them and cooperate in combat, not to mention maintaining the same ideological unity is even more difficult. Not rushing to attack, but causing mental oppression to the coalition forces, forcing them to make mistakes.

Now Stadt can barely maintain the situation, but if there is news that is unfavorable to the empire on which the sun never sets from other battlefields, the morale of the troops inside the Morhe Fortress may immediately become restless, and the possibility of the coalition forces disintegrating from within is extremely high.

"Time is not on my side," thought Steidt.