Black Dragon Code

204 days in 1679.

This coastal forest was a castle, now a raging fire. Thousands of year old trees and hundreds of year old tree houses howled in the flames, and the poor souls trapped in the tree house could not escape.

The war has just begun, and the monsters with the mark of flames on their foreheads are roaring and rushing towards the depths of the forest, killing every visible living thing. Two thousand orcs have surrounded the largest indigenous settlement in the coastal forest. Thick smoke blackened the skulls placed in the clan.

For hundreds of years, the Melos tribe has been the master of this forest.

Garp was standing on the road leading to the tribe, holding a hard bow that used to hunt lions in his hand. A total of ten arrows were rare iron arrows. He had already used seven of them, and each of them hit a target. Orc infantry.

It's a pity that these orcs covered in armor are like unshakable rocks. If they can't shoot accurately into the orcs' exposed eyes, the arrows will be useless.

Cap Legu is the patriarch of Melos' generation and a well-known warrior. He once anointed three kinds of divine oils on his body to serve the Golden City. God guard, but in the end, he chose to return to his territory and continue the Melos tribe's rule over the coastal forest.

The orc soldiers stopped attacking and confronted the tribe. A black shirt without armor came out from behind the orc group, and two orc infantrymen held up shields in front of him, covering and protecting his body.

"Meros."

The black shirt looked at Karp in the distance, and said in a slightly jerky Veloster language: "I heard that your name is that."

"Do you understand our language?" Garp looked at the weak Sea Clan man without any expression in his eyes.

"Velost, we have been here for three years." The black shirt said, "It's not just me, many people now know how to communicate with the local aborigines."

"What do you want to say?" Garp looked at him, the flames in his eyes were as strong as those around him.

"Remove the stone blocking the way, otherwise we will not be able to move forward." Hei Shirt said.

"Then what else is there to say?" Garp suddenly raised his bow and arrow, without aiming at all, and shot straight at the black shirt, but was quickly blocked by a solid and powerful shield.

"But you are not rocks, so our commander thinks that you should be given a chance to choose.

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The voice of the black shirt continued to come from behind the shield: "Look, when the empire really casts its sights on Veloster, your attacks are as weak as young children, and your resistance is as vulnerable as rotten wood. Actually , The empire is not here for killing, and war is not what we want to see."

"After all, every moment of war, one more life is lost, so my commander hopes that you can join us and help us end this war as soon as possible, so you can get the highest honor. How about it? Think about it? "

"You want me to help you deal with my own people?" Garp raised his bow again.

"For you, are other tribes your own people?" The voice of the black shirt said with a smile: "But as far as I know, before we arrived, the tribal conflicts among the various clans in Veloster never stopped. You will They are regarded as clansmen, but they are not necessarily."

"Not long ago, Prince Garon sent envoys to every tribe in Veloster, asking them to submit, otherwise the army of the empire will destroy their homeland. Master of the Melos tribe, how many tribes do you think can survive?" Would you rather die than surrender?"

"When you see our true strength, you won't say such ridiculous things again." Garp sneered, his voice unquestionable.

The black shirt didn't speak any more, and slowly backed away, bowed to the strongest orc, and said in common language: "Great chief, he refused."

"Kill them all!"

The orcs rushed forward.

Fifteen minutes later, Garp fell to his knees panting and covered in blood, his neck was firmly pressed down by his thick palm no matter what, and his eyes were only on a pair of iron boots covered with mud and blood.

"Great chief, kill him? Hang his head up and show it to every tribe that resists us." The orc's unique rough voice.

"No, there is no need. I saw weakness in his eyes, and I think he will change his mind." Gal stared at the native leader, then turned his head and ordered to the others: "Let the fire burn hotter! "

The forest is burning, and it emits blazing light no matter day or night. This fire lasted for half a month, turning the forest into scorched ruins. During the process, countless Veloster settlements were wiped out, dozens of indigenous tribes were delisted, and tens of thousands of people were buried forever underground.

Garen stared at the trail of the smoke, nodded, and looked at the kneeling people at the foot of the slope.

"You captives, I will give you one last chance. As long as you are willing to follow the banner of Black Wing, I will not kill you, and forgive you all your disrespectful disobedience and crimes. From now on, as long as you serve the empire with all your heart, the empire will Protect your safety, give you slaves and food, and let you continue to be the patriarch of the tribe."

Blackshirt translated his words into Veloster and read it.

Karp was also one of the kneeling captives. He looked around after listening, and found that other people were also looking at each other with twinkling eyes, but in the end, no one made a sound.

"Very good." Garen rumbled through his trachea, "You are more loyal than I imagined, but unfortunately, the whole of Veloster is—seeking death!"

With the roar of the giant dragon, there was a violent vibration on the ground, and the rumbling noise hurt the eardrums. Karp looked around and saw terrifying steel monsters with black smoke climbing up the hillside. , and they also make sharp and thin sounds.

Garp saw the layers of soil churning beneath their steel bodies, the rocks being driven deep into the ground, and the monstrous beasts marching on in a horrific manner, threatening to crush themselves to death on the spot.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the well-known myths of various tribes: "When the end comes, countless creatures that have never been seen will emerge one by one, roaming around Veloster wantonly, spreading killing and death, and giant beasts like mountains will come from Wake up in the sea, complete its revenge with iron and fire, when it lands on the earth, the whole world will be flooded."

A terrifying thought appeared in Garp's mind - Egon is coming!

The steel behemoth approached little by little, and the horror and panic increased over time. Garp finally couldn't suppress his fear, and shouted in the native language.

"I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you!" Several voices sounded at the same time, and there were more after that.

——

【history】

Although countless sojourners visited Veloster before that, it was not until the middle of the 1600th century of the Third Era of Elradia that the alien country Blackwing Empire really established communication with Veloster.

In 1679, during the second two-border war, Garon Nephadisius Targaryen, the "Prince of Poisonous Fire", relied on his strong military force to smash the defenses of the locals and established the first A batch of truly stable colonies opened a new era for Veloster, and also opened the prelude to the long rule of Targaryen over Veloster.

The barbaric act of colonial plunder allowed the Black Wing Empire to accumulate a large amount of wealth and labor in a short period of time, laying the foundation for the Black Wing Empire to establish maritime hegemony.

——The Chronicles of Elradia