Black Dragon Code

Aradia In the Third Age 1636, the Blackwing Nest still attracted adventurers who were keen on courting death. After all, there are not many famous foreign power groups that can be contacted from Northern Kingdoms. , The only thing people can see in the eyes is the Blackwing Lair and the Fairy Forest (Mostel Flying Ape Race and Northern Kingdoms are in a friendly state of communication).

Because of the closed ecology and kindness of the Fairy Forest, only the slave hunting team will go to that place. The really more serious and aspiring adventurers will regard the Blackwing Nest as the first One goal.

In the past three years, people have generally had the misconception that "Black Wing Nest has a lot of monsters and wealth", and now, there are merchants starting to sell "Black Wing Nest Terrain Map "Paper" is a more detailed thing.

Everything is because of knowing that there is a dragon living there, and for humans, dragon means magic and treasure.

Although the Blackwing clan's methods against adventurers have always been fierce and brutal, the skulls hanging on the edge of the green field not only did not scare the adventurers, but they came even more violently. (Black Wing Clan: The collective name of all the members of the Black Dragon.)

Everyone has the dream of slaying dragons, as if as soon as they enter that place, they can immediately earn fame and wealth, not only The owner who can slaughter the Blackwing Nest can also pick up two dragon eggs and raise them to become a dragon trainer, with a lifetime of worry-free food and clothing.

No one seems to have thought about it: indeed, there are countless five-color dragons slaughtered by Aradia, but those who die the most are always the so-called dragon-slaying warriors.

However, what caused the current situation is also related to the fact that the legendary "Dragon King" has never appeared in the public eye. Although the rumors of Northern Kingdoms are portrayed vividly, it is still No one can pat his chest to guarantee that he has seen its true face, and can explain clearly its size, power, magic and nature.

Such uncertainty not only stimulated people’s curiosity, but also contributed to the adventurer’s fluke. Many people suspected that the dragon was seriously injured in the battle with Mother of Poisons and was struggling on whilst At death's door, dying breath, and other desperate situations, just waiting for a brave man blessed by the gods to go up and slaughter it with a single knife, so as to enter the upper class society and be sought after by the noble Young Lady and the ladies.

This is a common routine in bardic poetry, and people are deeply poisoned.

Of course, the adventurer is not all delusional fools. There are also some groups with real strength and experience, such as the 25-member group.

They came from the Central Free Trading City-States and spent three full months collecting intelligence and purchasing weapons in Northern Kingdoms. After everything was ready, they finally set off and set off for the Black Wing. nest.

Now, these people have begun to detect and record the route from the green field to the Blackwing Lair. The experienced thieves estimate that if the terrain here is really as described on the market map, they can use their On foot, it only takes about a day to reach the core area of ​​the Blackwing Lair without making any big movements. Of course, under ideal circumstances without being attacked and harassed by the Blackwing Clan.

But the result is almost certain: they are lost.

There are no fake maps circulated on the Northern Kingdoms market that are not made up indiscriminately. Up to now, there are very few people who have survived after entering the Blackwing Lair, the only exception. It is also the few little nobles who were redeemed after being caught, and that little noble would definitely not mention it because of dignity, and even wish to forget this memory, but there is no face to make maps and sell such things. .

"Damn, these northerners are really hateful."

Grey fiercely spit, and pushed aside the thorny thorns in front, cautiously leaning out half of his body: "These damn guys, let them all be captured by the devil. The guys who can even make up the expedition drawings are not worthy of living."

"Just a few words, we should have thought of this place. There are no more plausible guilds, and those snakes, ants, ants and worms will naturally come out."

Solatu leaned on the tree on his right and said, "Seriously, if good luck comes, see We really don’t know how to fight the Black Dragon on the other side. The information we collected is probably beyond count."

"That is."

I looked over there a few times. Eyes, Grey shrank back again. This was a tall and sturdy man with a stubborn face and muscular knots. He was holding a single-edged broadsword. He was a warrior and was responsible for patrolling the camp after being stationed. task.

The warrior sat down, took out a piece of bacon from his pocket, gnawed two bites, and said to his companion next to him: "I heard that it is an old Black Dragon. We have never hunted this before. The guy of the year, and this place is its lair; hey, do you know how a wizard armed his mage tower with magic? I guess the dragon is the same."

"Not the same."

Solatu's expression has always been dignified, and his speech is also very sharp. This guy pretends to be a knight-errant. He is actually a thief. He plays the role of scout and assassin in the team: "There will be no in the mage tower. So many obedience."

The two of them felt in the dark, stopped and went patrolling around, using small talk to drive away the tiredness that was constantly invading, and Gray looked at the tent that was snoring. Ask: "Hey, Young Lady, I think Captain really wants to kill dragons, right?"

Solatu is of course not a woman, but this guy looks very thin and likes to go around when fighting. Coming and going around, you always have to hide behind and make insidious tricks, so the group members are affectionately called Young Lady.

"Of course not."

The accustomed Solatu didn't care about it, and then his companion said: "You didn't see... anything!"

Halfway through, the thief shouted abruptly and sounded the alarm.

In the surrounding darkness, countless fine red light spots suddenly appeared. The team members who couldn't sleep quickly turned over, picked up the weapon they were already holding, and looked vigilantly.

The camp has been surrounded.

Heads of jackals grinned, came out from the darkness, holding a uniform standard chain hammer in their hands, most of them were still wearing light armor, staring greedily at the humans in the encirclement, sticky The saliva dripped from their mouths.

"Gnolls?"

The leader of the team walked out of the tent, looked at the number of wolves around, slightly relaxed, and then frowned: "Not much , But why are these guys still wearing armor? Just like humans."

He even suspected that he was wrong. Jackals are the most greedy and cruel race, basically they don’t have the same kind of wisdom as other species. Communication, and their own abilities are limited, even the simplest light armor, not these guys can get it.

Where did these wolves get the armor?