Black Dragon Code

In 1636 of the Third Era of Elradia, the Black Wing Lair still attracts those adventurers who are keen to seek death. After all, there are not many well-known foreign power groups that can be accessed from the northern countries. People can see Only the Black Wing's Nest and the Elven Forest were there (the Mostel flying apes are in a state of friendship and communication with the northern countries).

However, due to the closed ecology and benevolent nature of the Forest of Elves, only the slave-catching team would go to that place, and adventurers who were truly serious and ambitious would take the Blackwing Lair as their first goal.

In the past three years, people have generally misunderstood that "Black Wing Nest has many monsters and wealth", and now, some merchants have begun to sell "Black Wing Nest Topographical Drawings" which are more detailed. thing.

Everything is because of knowing that there is a dragon living there, and dragons mean magic and treasures to humans.

Although the Black Wing Clan's methods of dealing with adventurers have always been brutal and violent, the skulls hanging on the edge of the green field not only did not frighten the adventurers, but they came even more violently. (Black Wing Clan: A collective name for all dependents of the Black Dragon.)

Everyone has a dream of slaying dragons, as if they can immediately gain fame and wealth as soon as they enter that place, not only can they kill the owner of Blackwing Lair, but they can also pick up two dragon eggs and kill them. He was raised and became a dragon trainer, and he lived a lifetime without worrying about food and clothing.

No one seems to have thought about it: Indeed, there are countless five-color dragons slaughtered in Elradia, but the ones 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" never appeared in the public eye. People can pat their chests and promise to say that they have seen its true face, and can explain clearly what its size, strength, magic and temperament are.

This kind of uncertainty not only aroused people's curiosity, but also contributed to the luck of adventurers. Many people suspected that the dragon was seriously injured in the battle with the poisonous mother, and was in a desperate situation. Just waiting for a brave man who is favored by the gods to go up and kill it with a knife, so that he can enter the upper class and be sought after by noble ladies and wives.

This is a common formula in bard poetry, and people are deeply poisoned.

Of course, not all adventurers are delusional fools, there are also groups with real strength and experience, such as the current group of twenty-five.

They came from the central free trade city-state, and spent three full months collecting intelligence and buying weapons in the northern countries. After everything was ready, they finally set off and set off to step into the Black Wing's Nest.

Now, these people have started to scout and record the route from the green field to the Blackwing Nest. The experienced thieves estimate that if the terrain here is really as described on the market map, with their footsteps, there will be no trouble. In the case of great disturbance, it only takes about one day to reach the core area of ​​Blackwing Lair—of course, under the ideal situation of not being attacked and harassed by the Blackwing clan.

The result, however, was almost certain: they got lost.

None of the maps that have been circulated in the markets of the Northland countries are fakes that were fabricated indiscriminately. So far, very few people have entered the Blackwing Lair and survived. The only exceptions are those few The little nobleman who was redeemed after being caught, and that little nobleman would never mention it because of his dignity, and even wished to forget this memory, but he had no face to do such a thing as making maps and selling them.

"Damn it, these northerners are abominable.

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Gray spat hard, pushed aside the thorny thorns in front of him, and cautiously leaned out half of his body: "These damned guys, let them all be caught by the devil, even the exploration blueprints can be fabricated Guy doesn't deserve to live."

"Let's say a few words, we should have thought of it a long time ago. There is not even a decent guild in this place, and those snakes, scorpions and ants will naturally come out."

Soratu leaned on the tree on his right and said, "To be honest, if we are lucky and see that black dragon, we really don't know how to fight it. The information we collected before is estimated to be uncountable."

"That is."

Glancing over there a few times, Gray shrank back again. He was a tall and strong man with a stubbled face and thick muscles. He was holding a single-edged broadsword. He was a warrior. Responsible for patrolling tasks after the camp is stationed.

The soldier sat down, took out a piece of bacon from his pocket, took two bites, and said to the companion next to him: "I heard that it is an old black dragon. We have never hunted a guy of this age before, and this place is so old." Its lair; hey, do you know how wizards arm their mage towers with magic? I guess dragons do the same."

"no the same."

Soratu's expression has always been dignified, and his speech is also very sharp. This guy calls himself a ranger, but he is actually a thief. He plays the role of scout and assassin in the team: "There won't be so many followers in the mage's tower."

They walked around in the dark, patrolling around, and used small talk to drive away the tiredness that continued to invade. Gray looked at the snoring tent and suddenly asked: "Hey, Miss, I think the captain should You don’t really want to slay a dragon, do you?”

Of course Soratu is not a woman, but this guy looks very thin, and he likes to go around in fights, always hiding behind his back and making dirty tricks, so he is affectionately called Miss by the members of the group.

"of course not."

Soratu, who was used to it, didn't care about it, and then said from his companion: "You didn't see... anything!"

In the middle of speaking, the thief yelled loudly and sounded the alarm.

In the surrounding darkness, countless fine red light spots suddenly appeared, and the team members who were not dead asleep quickly turned up, picked up the weapons they were holding in their hands, and looked around vigilantly.

The camp has been surrounded.

A group of jackals grinned and came out of the darkness, holding a uniform chain hammer in their hands, and most of them were wearing light armor. Straws flowed down.

"Gnoll?"

The leader of the team came out of the tent, looked at the number of gnolls around, and breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned again: "It's not much better, but why are these guys still wearing armor? Just like humans."

He even suspected that he was wrong. Gnolls are the most greedy and ferocious race. They basically don't communicate with other intelligent species, and their abilities are limited. Even the simplest light armor is not something these guys can do. come out.

Where did these gnolls get their armor from?