Black Dragon Code

McNee jumped up vigilantly and looked around, but there was no enemy in front of him. He was in a dark dungeon, surrounded by hard granite walls, the ground was extremely wet, and water droplets seeped from the stone slab above his head. There was a faint smell of decay in the air.

If there is no deviation in his memory, he should have been in the battle in the northern castle before. The red dragon went crazy and used the power that did not belong to it. McNee remembered that in the indiscriminate bombardment of psychic energy, he was gradually exhausted... …

So he was caught? How is the battle going in the North Castle? After he passed out, did the Thunderblade dwarves get slaughtered by the red dragon?

McNee suddenly panicked, and his messy thoughts ran back and forth in his brain. He didn't calm down a little until he saw his warhammer and double-edged ax in the corner.

No matter what, you have to get out of here quickly.

McNee went to the corner and picked up his weapon. He didn't know who was imprisoning him, and he didn't know why the other party treated him as casually as ordinary prisoners, and even left the weapon he used in the prison. Weapons, but these are not important, McNee is very anxious at the moment, he wants to return to the North Castle immediately, such a dungeon can't lock him.

At this moment, there were dull footsteps in the dungeon, and an orc appeared in front of McNee. He was full of muscles, nearly two meters tall, and his dark and heavy shoulder armor clattered as he walked. A hill, and McNee tilted his neck up to see his face.

"You're awake." The orc said in a low voice, "Because of your incompetence, the Thunderblade dwarves were defeated in the battle at the northern castle and had to withdraw from Qorhor."

The orc's words made McNee temporarily suppress the desire to launch an attack and escape from prison. He calmed down and asked, "Where am I now? How long has it been?"

The orc didn't answer, and stretched out his hand to open the prison's iron bars, but they were not locked: "Let's go, His Majesty wants to see you."

Hearing the word "Your Majesty", McNee suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He had some vague guesses, but what he saw next confirmed his guess. Outside the dungeon, there were walking orcs everywhere. , There are towering scaffolding and tower cranes standing above his head, and the dark, thick, fierce-looking large iron building stands tall, and those hard metal edges and corners make people feel uncomfortable all over.

"Welcome to Victory!"

The busy orcs on the side of the road shouted mockingly after seeing the dwarves. McNee noticed that some of these orcs turned out to be brown, and their bodies showed rare atavism. This is a city of orcs.

There has never been such a large-scale orc settlement in the Aladea continent in the third era, except for one place, the Black Wing Empire.

It is said to be a city, but McNee feels that it is more like a war fortress. It is full of indifference and militarization in all aspects, even in this building similar to the Lord's Hall. McNee walked in under the guidance of the orcs. Meet the legendary Emperor of the Blackwing Empire.

He stands high on the position of the great chief, leaning on his head with his hands, covered with iron-black horny armor, with thick horns and thorns appearing in various parts of the body, a demon lord shaped like a human, with a thick tail drooping from the chair down, curled at his feet.

Caesar is using the second form, otherwise Victory's Hall of Chiefs would not be able to accommodate his body.

"McNee Thunderblade." Caesar put down the battle report, and looked at the dwarf in front of him with interest, "To be honest, your performance on the central battlefield really gave me a headache and caused me a lot of trouble. If every trade federation If every clan leader and leader is as difficult to deal with as you,

The advance of the empire may have to be delayed for centuries. "

"The King of Black Wings." McNee stared at the figure on the chair, his voice full of caution and fear, but without the respect or fear of ordinary people.

"I have investigated your Thunderblade clan." Caesar said, "Just like my orc tribe, every Thunderblade dwarf is an excellent fighter, but at the same time, you are also conceited. Your clan is the Swamp Alliance. The instigator of the disintegration, the Iron King McNee Thunderblade, and the Three Castles fighting each other, are inseparable from your self-willedness."

"I heard that Atas Ambition took his clan to the north. Why, are you here to help him question me?" McNee said.

"No."

Caesar is not angry at McNee's disrespect, he is not an ordinary five-color dragon, he is the black monarch of the dragon of the main material world, "I am stating the facts, telling you about your failures and mistakes, if the Three Forts Kingdom is still a United Alliance, you probably wouldn't be here today at all."

The war planned by himself forced the dwarves to relocate from their homes and almost destroyed everything they had. After the Swamp Alliance split, McNee deeply realized his mistakes, and cried bitterly in countless late nights, hiding his face and introspecting, but people He couldn't live in pain and regret, so he buried these pasts deep in his heart, and with a stronger attitude, he tried his best to carry the Thunderblade clan on his back and move on.

But now, the black dragon brought up the old story again and again, and his words were as sharp as a sword, constantly exposing his wounds.

McNee couldn't take it anymore, his eyes were red, and he roared at the black dragon on the throne like a wounded beast: "What the hell are you trying to say!?"

"I'm just reminding you not to make the same mistakes again," Caesar said.

"Bah!" McNee spat, spitting on the ground: "There's no need to pretend here, Black Dragon, I know what you're thinking, you evil bully, your power and status can't hide your ugly heart. "

"As you said, I am indeed a bully." Caesar said indifferently: "But the strong should oppress the weak, so that the weak will strive to be strong. This is the meaning of the existence of the strong. You know, The law of the jungle is the iron law of nature, even the gods cannot change it, don’t you understand?”

"Oh, yes." He seemed to suddenly remember, "You stained my floor."

"Wipe clean!"

Multiple voices echoed in the hall, and the silent coercion spread. When the black dragon's two cracked golden pupils lit up like spider webs, McNee felt as if a great weight descended from the sky, pressing him to lift up. He couldn't hold his head, this force almost made him fall to his knees!

Law kingship.

McNee's whole body burst out with strength. In order to resist the heavy pressure of the Black Emperor, he was forced to enter the state of the Holy Spirit. The mighty power of the dwarf god filled his body, strengthening every cell in his body. He clenched his weapon and walked forward, wanting to fight The black dragon fought, but every step was extremely difficult, and its body was bent, as if it was carrying a mountain.

"Roar!"

McNee let out a heavy growl and his face was flushed, but in the end he still couldn't swing the hammer against the black dragon, because the legendary warrior's knee was overwhelmed and shattered, and the king of dwarves was forced to fall to the ground .

When he fell to the ground, the weight of his body disappeared. starter

"You can knock me down, or even kill me, but you should never imagine that I will kneel to you." He said while panting heavily, still staring at the black dragon with eyes full of disgust.

"I know, you are a strong warrior." Caesar smiled: "But I have seen too many such warriors. Do you know how they swallowed their words in the end? McNee , maybe you are not afraid of death, but after you die, what will your soldiers, your homeland and your people do?"

As he said that, he snapped his fingers and made a harsh metal rubbing sound. An orc came over after hearing the news and handed over an image crystal to show to McNee who was lying on the ground.

The Thunderblade dwarves stationed at the junction of Qohor and Minn, and set up marching tents. However, less than a hundred miles away from the dwarves, Alsara's elite troops were gathering. A troop of cavalry circled into the territory of Mien and cut off the retreat of the dwarves to complete the siege, but the Thunderblade dwarves who had lost their leader were still ignorant and knew nothing about it.

"Deceive me with inferior images, do you think I am an ignorant child? Black Dragon." After watching it, McNee taunted, "The Trade Federation is strictly guarding Alsara, and Alsara's army wants to enter Mien, there will inevitably be a war with the federal army, and even if the federal guards are defeated and breached, they will send an early warning to my clan, and it is impossible for the Thunderblade clan not to know about this!"

In this regard, Caesar just laughed, without any explanation.

The gloomy laughter made McNee's heart tremble, and a terrifying idea appeared in his mind. There are rebels in the Trade Federation serving the Black Wing Empire, and their status is not low. He opened the pass he was stationed at and let Alsara's The army has entered the territory of Minn!

"Have you thought about it?" Seeing the uncertain look on McNee's face, Caesar said frivolously, "Besides, there are Thunderblade dwarves in Swan Harbor. There are so many of them, but you only need to cast one mana Bomb..." He made a blooming gesture, "Boom...there's nothing left."

McNee closed his eyes in despair.

Sitting on his throne, Caesar picked up the wine glass on the tray of the half-dragon maid, and shook it gently twice. The bright red wine swirled in the glass, which was particularly alluring against the fire on both sides of the chief's hall. Caesar took a sip of his wine and said, "Allegiance to me, Alsara's army will withdraw, and the dwarves of the Thunderblade clan will return to Minn. Otherwise, you know."

"I can't do this." McNee avoided the black dragon's gaze and said in pain, "The dwarf god does not allow me to be a minion and help the evil."

"That depends on whether you are loyal to your clan or to your god."

McNee stopped talking, and he was silent for a long time before he said in a voice so small that it was almost hard to hear: "You can obviously kill me and turn me into an undead, or when I am unconscious, use your legendary terrifying Radiation turned me into a war machine. But why, you let me survive, tortured me in this way, and forced me to be loyal to you, aren't you afraid that I will defect when I choose the right time?"

"What I want is an excellent general who can command battles, not a walking dead."

Caesar said, "As for defecting, you can flee to the star world as a wandering warrior, then I can't find you, but your clan can't migrate, they can only stay in Elradia forever. In fact, you can No need to be like this, I promise you that if one day you can become the strongest in my family, I will give you back your freedom, and I will no longer pose any threat to the Thunderblade clan."

"You promise?" McNee clenched his fists. He may not be able to defeat the black dragon in his life, but the black dragon's dependents may not be so strong. If this promise is true, he believes that he will soon be able to do it.

"In the name of the Targaryen."

"It's a deal." McNee's clenched fist suddenly loosened, and he leaned on his body with a warhammer. "Then, from today onwards, I will fight for you incognito, His Majesty the Emperor Targaryen."

"From now on, your name will be... Dark Blade!"