Black Dragon Code

Make cards.

Regarding the cards, after Caesar made the first sum of money with Summer Grass, he had already started to make plans, but at that time he had no strength and no channels to spread out such a large stall.

Until now, the black dragon lord has become the veritable king of the Northland. Only then does he have the power to keep the wealth, and he also has channels for humans and elves to use this industry to export.

In fact, thinking about it carefully, today, his heart for publishing cards is no longer as hot as before. Caesar decided to make this thing out, one is to sell money, and the other is to expand his reputation and exchange for trophies.

But with the changes in the world, it seems that these two visions can be realized even if they don’t use cards to make money. As long as he exhausts his resources, steals blood from the northern countries, and then launches a few large-scale wars regardless of hidden dangers, it seems that similar Effect.

Why bother?

Indeed, there was a time when Caesar put the matter behind him.

but……

The water pool is not big, and it is cloudy and dark yellow. This is the small water lake where he ran out of the female dragon's lair with two little dragons not long after he was born, and chose to live in it to avoid disaster.

Heilong took a step forward, walked up to him, and lowered his head to take a look.

Because of its huge weight, just walking, this guy with exaggerated tonnage can also cause the ground to shake, and the reflection in the water trembles slightly, reflecting Caesar's current face, which is ferocious and full of barbs.

In a flash, twenty years have passed.

"Are you still there?"

Caesar smiled at the dragon face in the reflection, with thick fangs: "Chen Jing."

It is impossible for a pure orthodox black dragon to consider the creation and sales of cards, but Caesar's body carries a completely different soul.

Money and fame are just one of the reasons. Even the so-called output impact can be put aside. The crux of the problem is that he has a strong vision in his heart and wants to get the card out.

This is the obsession of an alien soul, wanting to show off the things of their world to the spiritually barren Aladea.

"Makes sense."

The black dragon bulged its cheeks,

Staring at the reflection in the water, he nodded again and again, not knowing whether he was convincing others or himself: "Eladia is boring, and we need entertainment that is popular all over the world like poker."

What's more, if it really becomes popular in the world, the premium right is controlled by the Black Dragon Lord, and the wealth it brings is unimaginable, which is far beyond what the current northern countries can provide.

Fame can not only be exchanged for trophies, maybe it can also be whitewashed, maybe it can also drive others, maybe...

Stop it, and think about the benefits again.

This is the first thing Caesar really likes and wants to do after he came to this world. He is not a killing machine and needs some relaxation and self-realization. Feelings pay the bill, so this time on the waves.

Besides, Luna is also very fascinated by these cards. Even if the effect is not as good as expected, he has this ability now, no matter what, he should come up with a complete set of high-standard cards. The right is for the two of them to entertain themselves .

After persuading Longge, who was mercenary in his body, Caesar shook his head, swayed his limbs and crawled back with his tail.

He has already seen the ranch, and the situation is not bad. Now he is going to take Luna back, return to the Rhine Royal Court, and go to the workshop assembly line for card production.

...

The weather has been bad recently, and the top of the head is always gray, just like the dark clouds that hang over the heads of the northern countries. Barret Kadom's mood is the same as the weather, extremely gloomy.

Walking on the wet cobblestone street, passers-by keep their heads down, and occasionally they can see the shadow of monsters passing over their heads, which is frightening.

Although these flying dragons don't hurt people for no reason, they are still terrifying. Even after more than half a year, Barrett can hardly get used to it.

He is not an aborigine of the Northland countries, but an outsider, a bard who travels around and plays the harp. This time, he came to the Northland just to learn about the situation of the Rhine Civil War, and to enrich his knowledge. Populate his library of stories.

However, not long after he arrived in the Rhine, the situation immediately changed drastically. The undead legion, like the disaster, poured into the North Rhine, launching a terrorist attack, and was immediately blocked by the human legion in the Rock Fortress.

Just when people were shouting for joy, Barrett was about to start compiling a new epic of praise.

The Dragon King appeared.

The black dragon possesses almost infinite power. With its own power, it smashed and burned the Rock Fortress. The Black Wing Clan slaughtered the human army, and then brought the entire Rhine under control with lightning speed.

In the end, the entire Northern Alliance of Nations prostrated itself under it.

The catastrophe has begun.

The entire territory of the Northland was blocked and entry and exit were strictly prohibited. Rebels were brutally killed. Even if they disobeyed slightly, they would be dragged into the dungeon.

After a period of restraint, the Black Emperor implemented the most stringent code.

For a bard, such a ban was devastating, he could no longer recite poetry and extol legends, several treasured books were brutally taken away, and one of the precious epic poems describing evil dragons was torn up on the spot .

For this reason, even Barrett himself suffered a period of imprisonment.

Even if he is released, the following days are still like a nightmare for him. He lost his job. Under the rule of the Black Emperor, no one is interested in listening to him playing the harp. No tale could be more grotesque and frightening than a black dragon ruling over mankind.

Barrett is not a man of justice. In order to survive, he is willing to submit his allegiance to the brutal and vicious Black Emperor. Difficult to get to the front.

The bard was on the verge of despair.

Barrett staggered and almost bumped into the black-shirted soldier who was passing proudly in front of him. He was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away, then let out a "pooh" in his heart, and cursed a few words fiercely.

These guys wearing standard black armor, known as black shirts, are actually treacherous lackeys who defected to the Black Emperor. The people of the northern countries especially hate these traitors, even more than they hate the black dragon itself.

Because after receiving preferential treatment, they dealt with fellow human beings without mercy, even ten times more vicious than the black-winged monster.

"Ah, isn't this Mr. Barrett? Please help us see what is written on it. What kind of torture did that guy do?"

When the black shirt was far away, someone pulled Barrett's sleeve and called him in a low voice. They didn't even dare to say the word "black dragon", they could only call it "that guy". Heilong's lackey.

Barrett looked up, and found that he had reached the square of Cassan City at some point. A stone bulletin board was newly built here, and only the information issued by the Rhine Court was posted.

Many people asked about the bard's announcement. After all, in the remote Northland, education and popularization like the sun never sets can not be achieved, so people's cultural level is generally not high, and ordinary people rarely have capable people who can recognize the complete text.

Barrett glanced twice, his expression suddenly changed, and his pupils became agitated.

He quickly tore off the thick paper and left on the spot, keeping it a secret and not letting anyone else know about it.

However, this is unrealistic. Once the black shirt knows that he dared to tear up the message posted by the Royal Court of the Rhine, Barrett may only have a dead end. It is not that there are lessons learned a few days ago, and he has seen it with his own eyes.

He looked around and found that more people were rushing forward, among them were a lot of Barrett's familiar faces, and quite a few of them were literate.

Although everyone hated the dragon, they still had to understand and abide by the laws promulgated by the Rhine court. After all, no one wanted to lose their lives for no reason.

Even if I don't read it, someone else will.

The bard thought for a while, took a breath, suppressed his emotions and walked to the front of the bulletin board: "The Royal Court of the Rhine is recruiting."

Blackwing Lair Recruitment, he replaced this sentence in his mind, and then continued: "Recruiting spellcasters, painters, craftsmen, and bards."

"For spellcasters, the Royal Court does not have any hard requirements. All other occupations need to be employed for more than three years. The whole territory of the Northland can be recruited accordingly. Those who meet the requirements can go to the city lord's mansion and lord's hall to report."

It's nothing unusual to recruit spellcasters, the Royal Court of the Rhine has always practiced it, but this is the first time that the Dark Emperor has recruited other non-military professionals.

Although it didn't mention how the treatment was, judging from the current situation, none of the human beings who fell into the Black Wing Lair was worse off than before.

Of course, those big men and rulers, Barrett, don't know.

After the bard finished reading, he looked left and right, with a gloomy and angry expression on his face, ignored the comments of others, and left slowly. After turning around twice and finding that no one was paying attention, he put the hood on the back of his neck. Dai, trotted towards the city lord's mansion in Kashan city.