Black Dragon Code

After entering the Dulu Basin, the more you go inside, the environment becomes more and more desolate. Because of the terrain, the place is as hot as a stove, so that the air is slightly visible. distortion.

No vegetation can be seen on the surface. The uninhabited mountain road passes through the canine-toothed sharp rocks, and only withered grass and dry wood grow from the cracks in the rock wall.

Surrounded by sheer cliffs and precipitous rock faces, the entrance to the basin is extremely narrow, and only two people can go side by side. If you look at it from a strategic point of view, it is quite suitable for building a fortress, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Good place.

"Go faster, slave!" There was a loud hum from behind.

Gore only felt flustered by the heat, and his legs were sore that he could barely move. He was an adventurer from the northern countries-a mercenary and of course a robber.

He and his companions saw the mission released by Duchy Rhein and prepared to come to the south to meet try one's luck. They were caught halfway through, and have not eaten anything until now. They are driven here without stopping. , Perhaps only the gods in the sky know when the end is.

"Fuck it."

Gore muttered, looking at the companions who were kidnapped with him, struggling to take two steps forward: "These orcs are Damn it."

Looking back on the past, it’s still very uncomfortable. They spent a day crossing the Great Valley of Mostel and arriving in the Wild Plains. Seeing the dark sky, they prepared to be there. Resting for a night near the water source, but closing his eyes a second before, the next moment all around was surrounded by orcs carrying stone weapons.

Ordinary warriors are inherently weak when facing orcs, not to mention that there is a great warrior on the other side, so these bandits did not spend much effort to catch them all and rushed here without saying a word .

"My lord, I think you must have made a mistake."

Gore turned his head, barely squeezed out a smile, thinking that it must be ugly in the eyes of his companions: "I am I have never had anything to do with the orcs in my life, I swear by my glory—"

"Shut up!"

The orcs behind did not react at all, only the lower body was wrapped in tatters Fur: ​​"Go faster!"

"Damn it, this savage shit!"

Gore cursed in his heart, he raised his volume and tried to hide the tremor in his voice: "We are the citizens of Grand Duke Belish Rayne of the northern countries, and are protected by Duchy of the Rhine!"

The orcs are also a race of wisdom. Perhaps the names of the northern countries will make them a little jealous. This is the only Trying to break through is tantamount to digging his own grave. Those pitiful persons who could no longer speak told Gore the fate of the resistance.

"Boom."

He was kicked to the ground by the orc, then he was caught by his hair and stood up again: "Go!"

Gore stopped talking. These orcs spoke exactly like the old mercenaries. They were smelly and hard like the stones in the pit. They would only say these few words. Where do they want to take him, maybe only the heavens God knows.

But as his emotions stabilized, Gore felt at ease. Since the orcs didn’t kill everyone on the spot and rob them of their things, it means that they must have another purpose, maybe they just want to kidnap They exchanged a sum of money—most orcs like to do this, but fortunately, they have a few friends in Duchy, Rhein, and should be able to pay the ransom.

But what Gore is not sure about is whether he can survive that time. The damn ghost weather is getting hotter and hotter, making it sweaty and even dizzy.

As Gore begged the heavenly gods for salvation, the orcs also reached their destination, no longer drove them to move on, standing still, waiting silently.

"What are they going to do?"

Gore turned his head and looked at the standing orcs. The sunlight made the muscles of their chests and shoulders gleam, and he felt a fire in his throat. Now, with a hoarse voice, he wanted to beg for saliva: "My lord, please..."

The gust of wind blew over him, and a shadow enveloped him.

The howling wind makes Gore feel cool, and the shadows that block the sun are even more precious. He turned around to see what gave the pitiful person a trace of mercy in despair.

Next, Gore fell into a deep shock.

This is a dark monster with four sharp horns on its head, fangs protruding from its mouth, and ridged spines with metallic feel on its body. Huge wings rest on Gore’s His sight gradually closed, his thick and powerful tail drooping behind him.

It was staring at the mercenary who was pressed to the ground by the orcs, and its vertical yellow jade-like pupils were chilling.

"This is... a dragon?"

Gore was dumbfounded. It looks like Black Dragon in appearance, but where is such a strong Black Dragon? It was even better than the sense of power that the Red Dragon gave.

He found that his companion was as shocked as he was. There was such a weird Black Dragon in wild plains that no one knew about it! There has never been any news about this dragon in the northern countries!

Did those adventurers and military scouts grow up eating shit? A bunch of trash!

Gore scolded a lot in his heart, and then immediately became restless, no wonder these orcs brought them here, is it possible that you want to feed them to Black Dragon?

While Gore was thinking about how to escape alive, he heard the Black Dragon speak.

"Humans? Where did you catch them?"

"The marginal area is all mercenaries."

"Very good."

Black Dragon had a conversation with the big warrior orc who escorted him. The conversation was very brief, no more than twenty words in total, and it ended. Gore saw the Black Dragon nodded and walked aside.

Wait, is this over? What do these evil races want?

Gore didn't know why, looking at the silent Black Dragon, he wanted to ask for mercy, but was speechless and wanted to shout, but his voice was crushed to death in his throat.

Next, Black Dragon and the orcs did nothing, just watching them silently, watching them silently, waiting quietly, silent fear constantly eroding Gore’s reason, making him want to wait immediately Die.

As time goes by, the sun is getting more and more blazing, and the temperature is getting higher and higher.

The scorching sunlight pierced people's eyes. Gore felt sore all over his body. He was sweating all over, and the hollowed nails were sticky, and double shadows began to appear before his eyes.

I don’t know how long it has passed. In a daze, Gore felt like he had returned to the northern countries and saw the huge statue in the center of Duchy capital of Rhine, and the carriage of the nobles passed by...

"Enough."

Vaguely, he heard the Black Dragon giving orders: "Try that."

What to try?

Gore felt that someone was pinching his mouth and forcibly opening his mouth. The hard stone bowl knocked his teeth sore, and the next moment, the sweet liquid was poured into the throat.

Is it water?

The dead body was re-moisturized, and the internal organs seemed to be replenished. Fifteen minutes later, Gore woke up from the trance of hallucinations, and the feeling of thirst was not so strong.

His eyes refocused, and he found several orcs standing beside him, and those kidnapped companions kneeling with him.

Gore subconsciously licked his lips, and I don't know if it was an illusion. The orc gave him the nectar of midsummer, with a light sweetness in the coolness, which was endless aftertaste.

"It's useful."

He heard Black Dragon say: "It's okay, just deal with it."

Gore hasn't had time to express his gratitude, just listen It's the last voice in my life.