Black Dragon Code

Not long after dawn, Lao Wei added a handful of charcoal to the brazier, and it burned vigorously. He first prayed to the gods, then cursed the damn weather, and sat on the threshold in a daze.

The heat of the brazier was only enough to warm the surrounding area, and the wet snowflakes fell rustlingly. The stable not far away was already covered with a layer of snow, and it made cracking sounds from time to time, as if it was about to collapse.

This dilapidated tavern named "Silver Moon" is located on the side of an unnamed road that forks off the King's Road. It is lonely and seven miles away from the nearest town. It stands to reason that such a remote place is inaccessible, and it is difficult to even support yourself here. It was difficult, but Lao Wei was quick-witted and came up with a way to make money.

gamble.

The Empire on which the sun never sets clearly forbids gambling. Soldiers often catch gambling in towns and cities, but gambling is not something that can be quit just by quitting. Lao Wei was also a gambler when he was young. He was caught more than once and suffered After a lot of beatings, he decided to give up gambling, but what he did was still related to this industry. He ran out of Kantenor City and opened a gambling shop in a remote and hidden countryside.

Lao Wei didn’t have much influence, and he didn’t dare to draw large sums of money like the underground gambling houses in the city. He just picked up a little bit of food from the winners. After doing it for a few years, the Silver Moon Tavern has gradually gained some fame in the gambler circle of Kantenor.

Seeing the money being saved little by little, Lao Wei planned carefully and was about to confess to the widowed and helpless Mrs. Helun, but the situation in the empire on which the sun never sets suddenly took a turn for the worse.

For several months, refugees from all over the country crowded the King's Avenue. They carried their belongings in carriages, carts and shoulders, and some even drove livestock. They were skinny and sluggishly moving forward, like dead bodies among the undead. Where they walked, they left behind nightmare experiences and knowledge.

"Man-eating monsters take over Skogal!"

"The dragon's legion will destroy Hejian Kingdom!"

"Dawn Legion retreats!"

"The Black Dragon Emperor slaughtered Monkville!"

Lao Wei felt panic, not just because of the rumors flying around and the refugees along the way, but also because when he gathered for the last time to gamble, he heard several gamblers talking about how high-ranking nobles and officials were quietly putting their money away. The family was sent to Wangcheng.

This is the real news that deserves attention. Lao Wei realized that it is difficult for ordinary people like them to understand the real situation. Only the movements of those nobles can explain the problem. More than ten days of snow has blocked the roads. In some places, the snow may be one meter deep. Even the strongest mules and horses cannot walk. God knows how many refugees were frozen to death in this ghostly weather.

Since that gambling gathering, the Silver Moon Tavern has not received any new guests, and Lao Wei has also lost the way to get news, so he can only stay on the threshold talking to himself and praying anxiously.

"Look how much food is left..."

Lao Wei was holding the brazier, and was about to go back to the house after breathing. At this time, he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from above his head. A scene he had never seen in his dreams.

"I am Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon God..."

——

"Today's battle begins,

Your performance must be better than yesterday! "

After the order was issued, the awe-inspiring aura erupted.

The warriors in the duel bowed and stared at each other, breathing heavily from their horned helmets. Although they were not as tall as adult orcs, they were still wearing heavy armor, putting their brown bodies under heavy protection. Keep your eyes fixed on your opponent.

The blade holder turned sideways slightly, gripped the handle of the knife tightly with his fingers, exerted force suddenly, and made a tentative gesture of slashing.

His knife is more than two meters long, like a spear, without any fancy glyphs on it, the pure black blade glows with metallic light, the shape of the knife is also very strange, the handle is short and the blade is long, easy to chop and cut Not stabbing, using such a knife requires sheer strength.

This is not a knife that humans can use, but an orc, the standard black knife of the Orc Legion of the Black Wing Empire.

The opponent holding the hatchet also knew the power of that weapon. He maintained extreme caution, changed positions slowly, and did not overreact to the opponent's movements. He moved forward step by step, trying to approach and then strike.

At this moment, the eyes of the orc holding the hatchet changed. A rock protruded from the snow and caught his feet. His center of gravity couldn't help changing, and he was about to make a slight adjustment, when the roar came to his face.

The orc with the knife jumped high, ignoring the weight of the full body armor, and his movements were vigorous and fierce, like a ferocious beast descending a mountain to hunt for food. This is the standard jumping and cutting in the orc combat skills, which is easy to master, that is, it is not mysterious It is not advanced, and there is no change in the background, just ordinary jumping, raising the knife, and slashing.

But it was a fatal slash!

The air was torn apart by the blade, and the orc screamed harshly. The orc holding the hatchet wanted to block, but realized that it was difficult to block such a powerful blow by standing still. The best way to deal with it at this time was to roll over , although the posture will be very embarrassing, but it can be effectively avoided.

But the orc didn't want to back down.

The warrior with the ax let out a heavy roar, as if a giant beast had awakened, and the blood of his ancestors was boiling in his body. It is to try to score the best in one blow.

The orc with the blade roared violently, activating the bloodline, and the two sides staggered in the air.

"clang."

The weapons made a trembling sound, and they fell to the ground at the same time, then immediately turned up, and faced each other again while panting, staring at each other's body vigilantly.

"alright."

The old orc who was watching the battle waved his hand: "You have similar mastery of the blood of your ancestors, but today's contest was won by Tamu. Although he was disturbed, he was still on par with you. Tazan, you seize the opportunity to go first. Fat, you shouldn't lose."

"If my blade is sharp, I can slice him through the air."

"But brother is not as strong as me."

The two soldiers took off their helmets, and one curled their lips and the other laughed. They were actually two children, their faces were immature, and they looked far from grown-ups.

"That's the end of today's contest, go back and change your clothes, and get ready to go to class." The old orc said lightly.

As soon as they heard that there was going to be a class, Tazan and Tamu were immediately discouraged, with frowning faces and reluctant faces: "There is another class..."

"This is the emperor's order, and it is for your own good. You will be sixteen in two years. If you fail the assessment, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to obtain the title of 'warrior'."

The old orc taught sternly, and reminded: "When passing the garden statue, remember to salute the great emperor and the lords of the royal court."

"Understood." Brother Tazan nodded.

"Grandpa, I have a problem."

The younger brother Tamu came up and asked curiously: "Who is that orc with few hairs in the garden, who can actually stand next to the statue of the Great Emperor, and the Great Lord Gal is still behind."

"That person."

The old orc was stunned, and exhaled softly: "That man is called Sifu."

As his words fell, the light above his head suddenly became distorted, and a shining and tall projection appeared, filling the sky of Victory, the city of orcs: "I am Bahamut, the platinum dragon god..."

——

Blackia woke up from the treasure house covered with gold and silver, just opened her vertical pupils, her expression changed suddenly, and she let out a sharp roar: "Where is my treasure? Who stole my crown, I will take him Eat it alive, damn it, it's a crown studded with sixty-six gems..."

When the attendants heard the sound, they ran in in a panic, knelt down in front of the female black dragon that smelled of gold and silver, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, Blackia, your crown of gems has been swallowed by you. In the belly..."

"How can it be!"

Blacksia stood up furiously, shook off the gold coins and treasures on the scales, and shouted in a jingling sound: "How dare you fool me, you must have stolen my treasures, do you know who I am? I belong to the Black Emperor." Sister, the wife of Prince Poisonous Fire, I will hang you all!"

The attendants were trembling and did not dare to make a sound. Recently, His Royal Highness Blackia would lose her temper every time she woke up. They were mentally prepared.

After a while, the female black dragon woke up from her anger and began to recall, that crown of gems... It seems that she really ate it herself. She played with it for a long time yesterday and loved it very much. Finally, she couldn't help swallowing it. in digestion.

After realizing the reality, the female black dragon raised her head and snorted: "Get lost, or I will kill you."

Although this scene happens almost every day, the servants still breathed a sigh of relief and exited the dragon's treasure house one by one. As long as they pass the test of rage every time Blackia wakes up, the next job will be very easy, compared to calling the servants , female black dragons are more willing to do everything by themselves, they just need to clean the nest and clean up the dust.

"Snow."

After repelling the attendants, Blackia slowly climbed out of the palace, squinted at the flying snowflakes, and said hoarsely, "It's hard to snow in Veloster, that fellow Garon should come and see."

Because of the distance, she and Garon could only rely on super-distance magic to communicate. During the brief communication, Garen never talked to Blackia about the progress of the war, but only picked out some new knowledge about the Empire on which the sun never sets to tell Blackia. Listen, but this war has been going on for decades, and no matter how dull Blackia is, she knows how much hardship and hardship there is.

"Tell Caesar that you want to rest, won't that guy let you back? What an idiot."

Blacksia complained that she and Garen had stayed together since birth, and they had rarely been apart for so many years. Although she always despised this silly brother, she still felt a lot uncomfortable when Garen left.

And this kind of unaccustomedness is increasing with time, and even Blackia herself realizes that her temper seems to be getting more and more irritable.

The female black dragon paced back and forth outside the palace with a dejected expression, leaving huge footprints one after another, and then smoothed the footprints with her tail to pass the long boring time.

In the next second, Blacksia's expression suddenly changed, the muscles under the scales tensed immediately, she looked around vigilantly, and smelled some unusual aura. Soon, she sensed the source of the strangeness, and looked up at the sky, He muttered in an inconceivable tone: "Bahamut... Your Majesty."

"I am Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon God, the Lord of the North and the King of Good Dragons. A bloody and cruel war is going on in the world of Elradia. I am here to quell the war..."

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Kingdom of Elf, Kingdom of Wolfheart, Central China, Hejian, Fortress of Monkville... When all the creatures in different places raised their heads, they could see the majestic platinum dragon shadow, from Skool on the south bank of the empire where the sun never sets. From Jiaer, to No Man's Land at the northernmost end of the Blackwing Empire, and even Veloster on the other side of the continent, Bahamut's deep and male voice can be heard in all directions.

The time is the winter of 1782 in the third era, and it is snowing all over Elradia.