Black Dragon Code

"You said Elsara lost?"

Caesar was wagging his tail, and was idling on the iron chair. Odin and Luna were a bit too much. He didn’t miss home at all after running to the forest of elves for so long. The guy got it back.

Hogg considered the words for a while, and said: "The coalition forces of Alsara and Vaegir were frustrated at Wanster Fortress in Mien. They encountered the dwarves of the Thunderblade clan. McNee Thunderblade is the god of dwarves, Mo According to the comprehensive judgment of his performance on the Wanster battlefield, the Central Intelligence Agency analyzes that his combat ability is above the legend, and he has the ability to turn the tide of the battle by himself."

"This is the strongest player in the central battlefield that we have recorded so far." Hogg concluded.

"We also have warriors among our enemies." Caesar nodded.

"For the coalition forces of Alsara and Vaegia, the Thunderblade clan is indeed a big problem, because there is no one in the coalition forces who can compete with McNee. With the implementation of the beheading plan, the Trade Federation will launch round after round of counterattacks under the leadership of the dwarves, and Vaegia will only be defeated step by step without more assistance."

After finishing speaking, Hogg made a tentative suggestion: "Your Majesty, do you want to send the Ambition Clan to the central region for support? They are very familiar with the Thunderblade dwarves, and I believe that Prince Atas has the means to deal with McNee."

"It's really dark, Hogg, do you like watching this kind of drama where former compatriots turn against each other?"

"They were already enemies." Hogg said indifferently, "It was already when the Marsh Alliance split."

"Okay, the Ambition clan has done their duty in the empire. Until now, they are still continuously forging molten dead iron materials for the country. They are members of the empire. If they are sent to the central part, it will not only affect the current ecology of the Ambition dwarves, but also shake them. loyalty, not to mention the ambition clan is not good at fighting."

Caesar vetoed the proposal, and the black dragon stroked his paw lightly: "The empire has many excellent weapons, but there is no need to expose them to the south because of a Thunderblade dwarf, McNee Thunderblade, I heard some His remarks on the battlefield are interesting... I think I already have a suitable candidate."

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It was a beautiful night in the Longming Mountains. Nalie Andrea was lying casually in the hall. Several vents in this cave were open, allowing the hot and turbulent air to flow in continuously. From his luxurious lair on the Nargre Volcano in the Dragoncalling Mountains, he could hear all kinds of sounds from the outside world.

Naleth Andrea lying on the hot surface,

Shaking his tail drowned in the magma, dreaming about domination and conquest, usually this would be his most relaxing and comfortable moment, but tonight, Nalie couldn't find this feeling, and the perception of the red dragon followed suit. Gradually dulled by the intensifying sleepiness, but the waves in his heart became more and more intense.

Nalie shook his head suddenly, got up from the ground, his hard eyebrows were tightly knit together, and walked around the hot hall, analyzing the current situation over and over again in his mind.

Such behavior is unusual for a dragon, especially a red dragon.

Although it is a little exaggerated to use the word "stupid" to describe the red dragon, they are definitely not smart. It is difficult for these nervous guys to keep thinking for a long time, and it is even more difficult to devote continuous attention to one thing, which makes them more prone to More beasts than intelligent beings. In Elradia, the evaluation of red dragons by all races is at two extremes-red dragons are worshiped for their strength and despised for their wisdom.

Because of their difficulty in maintaining concentration and their inability to think well, red dragons don’t seem to care about any dangers and threats. Therefore, many red dragons often eat fat, get drunk, and then they are cut out by adventurers. Of course, if Had it not been for these well-known weaknesses, the reign of the colored dragons in the First Age would not have been easily ended by orcs and humans.

But Nalie's situation today is very abnormal. The mature red dragon let out a deep panting sound. He climbed to the entrance of the cave, squatted on the top of the volcano and looked down. After a while, he slid his tail into the nest Sitting around, doing nothing, fidgeting.

Not long ago, he was still squandering violence unscrupulously in the central region, living in the sight of mortals looking up to him. Tashanmu of the Trade Federation offered him treasures and slaves to invite him to fight, and the powerful power of the red dragon lived up to his trust. I also got an unexpected joy, everything went so smoothly, but after that, the army of Al Sara from the north entered the middle...

Naleth's nostrils fluttered and emitted sulfurous gas. Because he could not control his thirst for plunder, he took the initiative to attack the army and kidnapped a commander. Since then, a wordless shadow has shrouded He, although the Red Dragon wisely let go of the commander and interrupted the cooperation with the Trade Federation, but the haze has always shrouded his head and lingered.

Nalie felt the crisis.

This is not groundless self-intimidation, but a pre-existing warning. As a powerful creature second only to legendary races, real dragons have intuitions and premonitions that are difficult for ordinary people to understand and describe. More so, for mortals, the dragons are the true prophets.

Most red dragons dismiss these innate things, but if they are willing to capture, dig and explore, they will know how important talents are intuition and premonition. One of the dragons, he believed that the sense of crisis from his heart was not aimless, but that something was about to happen to him.

Nalei turned his head and glanced at his beloved luxurious lair, where he stored his beloved things collected over hundreds of years, including various handicrafts, magical artifacts and ancient relics, as well as piles of gold coins, but now, he I think it's time to pay the price.

Nareth Andrea raised his upper body, intending to appear more sincere, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty the great mother Tiamat, your loyal and devout follower and descendant, the red dragon Nareth Andrea sincerely wishes you Pray, I am eager to obtain your divine enlightenment, for this, I am willing to offer you all the money I have accumulated in my life..."

Speaking of this, Nalie suddenly stopped, he was thinking, is Tiamat's revelation and guidance worth all his wealth? It's obviously not worth it. It's better to let him die than to take all his property, so, half? Well, too much, a tenth? It's still too much, a small guide is easy for the Dragon Empress, and it's not worth so much.

The red dragon thought for a while, rectified his appearance, and spoke again: "The great mother Tiamat, your faithful and devout believer and descendant, Nare Andrea prays to you, and is eager for your divine enlightenment to guide the maze. For this, I am willing to offer you a thousand gold coins as a tribute."

The words "one thousand gold coins" were almost squeezed out between Nalie's teeth. He grabbed a handful of gold coins from the pile of treasures and held them up high, bleeding from his wounded heart.

The entire dragon nest did not respond.

Nalie's eyes moved, he paused for a while, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and stuffed the precious gold coins back into his treasure pile. He didn't have much hope at first, and praying was just a simple attempt. The dragons have never been devout enough for the dragon queen, but they respect Kungudius more than Tiamat.

Nariel wagged his tail, and used some deception spells to hide the pile of treasures. Since praying for the blessing of the Dragon Queen Tiamat would not work, he had to find other ways to avoid possible crises, such as digging a hole in the ground Hiding and sleeping for hundreds of years is a good idea.

A crack was suddenly torn open in the void, and Nareth moved subconsciously to block the unsafe treasure even though it was covered by spells. After that, he lowered his head and said in a respectful and reverent tone: "Your Majesty Tiamat."

He didn't realize the abnormality until after the voice fell, there was no divine power, and it wasn't Tiamat who appeared in the void!