Levi had already been mentally prepared for the arrival of this day.

In fact, even if this day does not come, Levi is ready to move.

The Underdark is not a benign place. Intrigue and mutual conquest are the eternal themes.

The three years of peace and harmony were, firstly, based on his good forbearance and the checks and balances of the neighbors around him. Secondly, seeing that he was good at developing territory, they all took the guise of watching the new copycat farming, waiting for each other.

The idea of ​​picking fruits after managing the territory well.

The increasingly prosperous fungus carpet along the river bank and the numerous fish in the river have made many neighbors jealous, and the failure to see the matching protective strength here for a long time also made them secretly gear up.

Just waiting for some idiot to take the initiative to break this balance.

From Li Wei's point of view, if conditions permit, he would naturally prefer to survive in a non-dangerous environment until he reaches adulthood and has a certain ability to protect himself.

But the meager resources here have gradually begun to fail to meet Levi's development needs.

His needs are not just for food. With the transformation of his body and his long-term pica, he gradually became interested in various minerals and energy-rich substances. Although they didn't taste good, they were better than the crunch.

It's brittle, like snacks, and swallowing these metals and gems is of great benefit to his physical development:

That is, the scales, teeth, claws and bones that tend to become alloy-hardened, and the alien breath that looks more and more like an energy cannon.

Of course, if he did not use the negative energy that he temporarily speculated to be the psionic energy of the void, he could also use the ice breath like a normal silver dragon.

On the other hand, as he passed the developmental stage of a young dragon, his body no longer needed to rely on long periods of sleep to ensure development.

He spends more and more time staying awake, and the serious consequences of exposing his identity as a silver dragon in the Underdark prevent him from leaving the lair in his true form.

You know, the Underdark is the territory of drow, illithids, aboleths, formians, red dragons, black dragons and shadow dragons, and there is no good one at all.

And what if they were surprised to find that there was a silver dragon from the good camp on the surface sneaking into their side?

The scene was like a husky suddenly mixed in among the vicious pack of wolves. The painting style was very strange.

emmmm, Li Wei can use his cerebellum to imagine how miserable his end will be.

Therefore, in addition to endless eating every day, I just watch those slimes performing shameless breeding exercises, or occasionally enter the inherited dreamland of "black technology" that has changed beyond recognition and "taobao", but not every time I fall asleep.

I can guarantee that I can go in, but even if I go in, I can’t understand it and I’m stuck in an endless loop.

What makes Li Wei even more unbearable is that after traveling to another world for more than three years, these days without Internet access

“It’s so boring!!!”

"And this fish, I almost vomited after eating it!!!"

"I've had enough! Anyway, let's try some dog meat hotpot first." Li Wei thought like this, and then silently thanked Miss Silver Dragon Sylvie in his dream in his heart.

The moment his body came out of the lair, the originally silver-white scales on his body gradually turned red like lava under the illumination of scattered sunlight crystals on the dome.

The upper level of the Underdark consists of a huge network of many small caves, but as you go deeper, the number of caves begins to decrease, but the size of the caves begins to increase. Large caves near the surface may be composed of dozens of connected chambers.

, each small chamber may be hundreds of feet long and dozens of feet wide, but the deeper caves may subvert any surface race's understanding of the word cave.

The area where Li Wei was staying was a typical dome terrain, with a span of more than thirty miles and a height of three to four miles. Several huge rock pillars could be seen standing in it. These natural stone piers towered high.

, supporting the top of the dome.

Some of these dome terrains originated from the mutual extrusion of unimaginable huge land plates, some are the product of the innate wild magic of the Underdark, and others are caused by the fusion of plane characteristics when the plane connection collapsed.

Yes, however, no matter which way it is formed, the dome is a miniature world, and it is also the most suitable place underground to develop a territory, if the lord does not have much demand for minerals.

On a high slope more than seven miles away from Levi's lair, Doug Dragon Cooker Dachshund was half-lying on the cold rock with bated breath. He glanced at the 'army' heading towards the river bank from a distance and turned back.

He said straightforwardly to the old kobold who was squatting aside with a wooden stick:

"Clan leader, the number far exceeds the original estimate. I'm afraid we have little chance this time."

Regarding this established fact, Saron, as the clan leader, was much calmer, "It doesn't matter. Let's wait and see for a while. Sometimes unexpected changes can bring unexpected opportunities."

In addition to them, there are more kobolds crawling behind them. Not only are the kobolds young and strong, but there are also many kobold females and cubs with their families.

There were bits and pieces such as animal bones, stone knives and a small amount of fungus and dried meat.

At first glance, it was obvious that he was not prepared for war.

In fact, they planned to move as a family to avoid disaster.

These kobold tribes who almost cooked Levi, who had just arrived, have obviously not been doing very well in recent years.

The dispute between the drow and the illithids has begun to affect their living areas. The surge in the number of predators around them and the increasing compression of their hunting areas have seriously threatened the survival of their tribes.

Some time ago, they accidentally discovered that this forbidden land that was originally overrun with slimes had turned into a paradise. After careful consideration, their clan came up with the idea of ​​​​migrating.

Such abnormal changes in this area must have changed its owner. However, since the other party can control slimes and kuo-toa fishmen, it means that the other party's rule is not cruel, and at least it can guarantee the normal life of its subordinates.

need.

And this is what this kobold tribe urgently needs.

Even if the hidden owner of this area is not willing to accept them, they can still make a transaction request as the next best thing.

Over the years, they have also collected and stored a lot of dried furs, magic plants and simply sorted metal ores. If it were normal, they could exchange for some wheat and potatoes that are easier to preserve with some desperate human caravans who came to the Dark Area to dig for gold.

, dried corn, cotton and linen cloth and even ale, even if it has been mixed with water.

Naturally, these precious wines are not for drinking and squandering, but the clan leader Saron masters a technology learned from the gray dwarves that can purify the wine. The distilled 'pure wine' can be used to disinfect wounds.

In a dark place where medical treatment is urgently needed, this 'pure wine' is simply a precious resource that can be used to save lives.

But ever since those damn drow had a dispute with the illithids, and they had been robbed several times along with people and goods by the two, they had never been seen again.

Although gold coins are still damn sweet, it wouldn't be that fun if they were robbed and made into slaves.

Being plundered by the drow, in addition to being slaves engaged in production, they also have the opportunity to be selected as reproductive tools and use their residual heat before being drained dry.

If you were captured by the illithid's psychic slaves, had your brainstem cut off, and then became a psychic slave like them, you would be lucky.

If you are lucky enough to be selected as a parasitic seedbed for illithid larvae tadpoles, gradually eating your brain and clearly feeling the psychological shadow of having your body taken away, I am afraid it will last until the moment your soul degenerates into Baator Hell, provided that the gray matter in your brain is

If the soul can successfully escape when being swallowed.

At this moment, Doug suddenly said: "Clan leader, look, the slimes and Kuo-Toa fishmen on the river bank are also starting to make moves!"
Chapter completed!