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Chapter 495 The angry ninth-order black dragon

A bad feeling arose in the middle-aged dragon man's heart, and he couldn't help but speed up, and the other magicians quickly followed.

More than ten minutes later, the group of people flew over the Misty City.

At this moment, there is no one in the city.

Many buildings have been damaged, and a large amount of dried dark red blood can be seen on the southern city wall.

The middle-aged dragon man descended and walked on the streets of the city.

The autumn wind howled, blowing a few withered yellow leaves, bringing a slight chill.

The magicians lowered their heads and followed step by step, not daring to take a breath. Everyone could see the anger of the adult, and no one wanted to get into trouble.

The middle-aged dragon man's face was gloomy, as black as the bottom of a pot. He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, as if it was a brewing volcano that would erupt at any time.

Their pace was fast, and it didn't take long for them to reach the southern city wall.

It can be clearly seen that this place has been baptized by the flames of war, and the walls in some places are charred black.

"Lord Edward, look quickly." A magician brought over several flattened discus. "There are a lot of these things here. They must be some kind of weapons brought by the enemy."

Edward took it in his hand and looked at it closely. He looked at it for a long time and found nothing unusual. It was obviously an ordinary piece of iron.

Edward asked: "What is this?"

The magician replied respectfully: "It's iron, but I smell the rock flame powder from the surface. Although I don't know what it is used for specifically, but as far as I know, there are few magic experiments that can use it, so we can

Investigating who is mining in large quantities will reveal our target."

Edward said fiercely: "Check it for me. I want to see who has the courage to attack Misty City."

"Yes, we will definitely help you rescue Master Dracula!" Many black magicians said in unison.

As long as the body of the black dragon Dracula has not been seen, there is still a glimmer of hope.

"Sir, should we report this matter?"

Edward thought for a moment and said, "No need for now. After we confirm the identity of the murderer, we will discuss it based on his strength."

"But……"

"It's nothing!" Edward roared, "It takes more than twenty days to go back and forth to the Black Dragon Palace headquarters. What chance does my son have of surviving at that time?"

The main reason why Edward refused to report the matter was because he was worried that the headquarters would prohibit him from taking any unauthorized action, so he could only wait for orders where he was.

He was going to take people to handle the matter himself.

Edward ordered: "Churchill, take them to disperse to the surrounding cities to inquire about the situation. Don't miss any gossip. Report everything you know to me in two days. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Seventh-level black magician Churchill received the order and left quickly with his men.

In a blink of an eye, Edward was the only one left in the whole city.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh.

The two eighth-level black dragons in the Mist City, as well as many serving black magicians, and tens of thousands of low-level workers, all disappeared quietly.

A large city has become a ghost town.

Although he had long guessed that his son's chance of survival was very slim, Edward still held on to a glimmer of hope.

He didn't dare to think about what he would do if his only son really died.

"Roar!" Edward roared angrily, and his size rapidly increased, instantly turning into a black dragon with a body length of more than eighty meters.

He waved his claws, and the nearby buildings seemed to be made of paper, turning into ruins under his fierce attack.

Edward frantically vented his anger, and the houses collapsed in pieces.

Finally, after more than ten minutes passed, he finally regained some composure.

Edward lay among the gravel and looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, his body shrank and transformed into a dragon again, and he walked towards a certain direction in his memory.

He first saw a large pit. There were thick and severed chains at the bottom of the pit, and the smell of dragon excrement and urine still remained. The guy imprisoned inside had long disappeared.

Edward noticed that there were traces of dragon claws on the edge of the pit, but it was definitely not the masterpiece he just vented.

"Ha!" Edward sneered, "It turned out that he was rescued by some dragon."

Apart from his precious son and daughter-in-law, the most important person in the entire city was the imprisoned White Dragon Andulu.

Now, all these have disappeared.

"No matter who did it, when I find you, your body will be cut into countless pieces!" The entire foggy city echoed with Edward's angry roar, which lasted for a long time.

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"Stop wearing this magic robe. Put on ordinary people's clothes. In groups of three, go to the surrounding cities to find out information. Whatever you hear related to Misty City, you must record it and understand.

Are you ready?" Churchill ordered his magician.

After all, their identities are black magicians and they cannot see the light of day.

"yes."

"knew."

More than thirty people dispersed in a hurry and ran in all directions of the Shadow Leopard Kingdom.

Churchill nodded with satisfaction. He groped for the space ring in his hand, took out the coarse cloth clothes worn by free people and put it on himself, and then flew to the farthest city alone.

More than two hours later, he came to a place called "City of Nice".

Further ahead is Titan City, and we are about to set foot in another country.

Churchill used invisibility magic, flew over the city, and found a deserted alley to land.

Then he revealed his figure, walked out of the alley, looked around, and walked towards a crowded place.

What Churchill had to do was to learn as much as possible whether any major events had happened here recently, such as the large-scale mobilization of troops from any country.

He believed that with the defensive strength of Misty City, it was definitely not something that a few strong men could break through.

Moreover, there are hundreds of black magicians in the city. As long as one or two escape, the news can be sent back to the Black Dragon Palace headquarters.

But now they don't know anything, which means that all the black magicians in the city have not escaped.

People were coming and going on the streets, and the shouts of various vendors were endless.

Churchill was thinking about how to ask. He had just taken two steps when he was hit hard on the shoulder.

"You don't have eyes?" The person who bumped into him was a young man in his twenties, wearing luxurious clothes. It was obvious that he was a young nobleman from a certain family.

Churchill said coldly: "It seems you bumped into me, right?"

"Bold, my young master Wells said that you hit him, it was you who hit him, and you still dare to talk back. I think you are looking for a beating!" There were several strong men behind the young man, one of them raised his hand and was about to hit him.

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