Black Dragon Code

When Blacksia and Gallon came to the green field, it was still before dawn, and the world was silent and gray.

The two small dragons are very fast, and juvenile dragons generally don't stay in unknown areas for too long, and rarely waste time on the road. If dragons represent magic and treasure, then the real dragons below the young age are mobile treasures that you can ask for. So even after many years of hunting, Elradia is still full of dangers and time is short for them.

Fortunately, the two little dragons have now arrived at their destination safely.

On the edge of the Black Wing's Nest, in the early morning before dawn, Garen quietly climbed up an old tree, his black body hidden among the tree crowns, perched on it, and looked into the green field.

Before a real dragon possesses powerful power and magic, it should never think of flying at low altitude to observe the situation. Even the white dragon knows this.

"How's it going, what did you find?" Blackia's breath was steaming in the air, looking around vigilantly.

"Well"

The old tree was whining hoarsely, and in order to avoid further disturbance, Garen climbed down immediately after watching it for a while, and scratched his chin with his paw: "No...no, nothing."

"idiot."

Blacksia cursed habitually, but the wind blew away her words, and the jungle swayed slightly, making a rustling sound. The female dragon twitched her nose a few times, then raised her head: "I smell the scum of the kobolds. Oh, the old green dragon should still be here."

"Then what do we do now?"

"Go straight to her."

Afterwards, Garen stopped talking and just followed the female dragon quietly. They immediately left the edge of the green field and burrowed into the black wing lair thick with black mist, trying to find the trace of the poisonous mother Sylvia.

The rich rainforest of the past has changed its appearance now. The two little dragons get more and more confused as they walk in. This is not at all the place where the green dragon lives, but it is more suitable for the black dragon.

This is the result of the Black Wing Clan's transformation of the environment, and it is now showing initial results.

There are few green trees in the green field now, and most of them are the black cedar and red forests that the Black Dragon Emperor likes. The forests are composed of dark gray sentinel trees, sturdy ironwoods, and bright red withered trees. Of course, this is not all the case in Blackwing's Nest. Behind the canopy fortress, there is still a garden full of fragrant flowers.

So the two little dragons feel that the environment they are in is like a dark and primitive place,

Here, centuries-old trees straddle the surrounding area, exuding the smell of damp and decay. The thick and thick black trunks are crowded with each other, and the intertwined roots are wrestling with each other deep in the stratum. ghostly apparition.

The sun has come out, but the visibility here is still very low.

"Blakesia, are you sure this is really Green City? Did we go the wrong way?"

Garen followed behind the female dragon, maintaining a silly appearance, but the dilated topaz pupils were slowly gathering.

He stared left and right. It was a place of deep silence and sullen suffocation. It was clearly a place of evil creatures, but it definitely did not include green dragons.

The environment in which the green dragon lives should not be like this.

It's a pity that Blacksia didn't see Garen's appearance, she didn't even look back, and continued to walk forward, a series of dragon words came out of her mouth: "If any real dragon can make a mistake in grasping the direction, then it You should go back to your own eggshell and be reborn. Idiot, are you questioning me?"

Garen remained silent, so he had no choice but to continue to follow her. The two little dragons did not slow down until they climbed a wide and low valley, bathed in the morning light, and observed the environment to make a new assessment.

"This place has been burned."

Gallon said that such a clearing suddenly appeared in the dense jungle, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed strange, especially since many places still had scorched black marks.

"I am certain."

Blacksia bent his neck and sniffed against the ground: "But it doesn't smell, it seems like it's been a while."

As she spoke, her expression suddenly changed, and then she held her breath and began to dig the soil. After digging out the soft soil layer accumulated by the wind and sand, she poked her head in and twisted her neck left and right.

Immediately afterwards, she jerked her head back, holding a handful of decayed skeletons in her mouth.

"There are bones buried underneath."

After easily chewing and swallowing the bones, Blacksia changed the place again and used her claws to plan again. After half a minute, she grabbed another handful of broken bones.

"A lot of things died in this place."

The female dragon stared at the various and incomplete bones in her claws and said.

Garen didn't follow her words, but straightened his neck, opened his mouth to let out a low dragon roar, and put on a defensive posture: "Something is coming."

The female dragon lying on one side immediately raised her head when she heard the words. Her body was bigger than the black dragon beside her, so she was also more imposing. The two black dragons standing on the high ground, one left and one right, looked down.

It happened that at this time the rising red sun spread the morning light, making their scales shine.

The might of the juvenile dragon spread outward.

At first, they thought that those rushing guys were ordinary wolves like dire wolves and wargs, but as the distance got closer, the size of those wolf-like dog-like monsters became more and more exaggerated, and the leader was even bigger than Black. Shia was even bigger, a huge monster with a head and feet of eleven meters.

They have been surrounded.

"Bargod."

Garen arched his waist. In the inheritance of the dragon, there are introductions about these guys living in the dark regions, the species created by demons and dire wolves.

Of course, in the eyes of the real dragon, although these guys are not common and have the blood of purgatory, they are still lowly and lowly bastards.

"dragon?"

Nero, the leader of the dog demons, tilted his head and looked at them. It's not like they haven't seen dragons before. The Calamity Dragon and the Green Dragon are powerful real dragons, but it's the first time Nero has seen such a small one.

After two glances, the cold and silent leader of the dog devil immediately began to saliva, dripping from the mouth full of fine fangs, it remembered the true blood bestowed by the emperor before, which seemed to be drawn from the body of the dragon.

However, although due to their innate talent, all the dog devils had a boiling desire to devour them, but they still did not attack immediately. They who are about to be promoted to the privileged clan must be cautious at this time and cannot tolerate mistakes.

Nero followed the rules of the Black Wing Nest, suppressed the roaring ethnic group who were not afraid of the dragon's might, and asked, "Dragon, what are you doing here?" His saliva dripped again while speaking.

These bastards.

Blackia cursed inwardly, annoyed by the barghest's lack of respect for the real dragon.

However, considering that this is Sylvia's territory, and the other party has a large number of people, she finally spit out a sour breath without opening her mouth.

Two streams of white gas came out of its nose, and the female dragon said in a bad tone: "We have come to visit Ludu specially, and want to go to the powerful Ludu Emerald, Ms. Sylvia, take us to meet your master."

After sleeping for a long time and not caring about the world, she didn't even know that Sylvia already had a new name.