Dragons are not a unique product of the main plane. As one of the oldest races, their branches are all over the multiverse. Since the dragons of the main plane have begun to stay away from people, they are more likely to encounter them when traveling in other planes.
dragon.
Encounters with dragons in epic stories can often be confusing. The final outcome is usually that the protagonist gets a lot of benefits, such as artifacts, the glory of slaying the dragon, the baptism of dragon blood, the beginning of the epic mission, etc.
Even, since knight novels always encounter dragons and get a lot of benefits by stepping on them, those protagonists are also known as Long Aotian, which has led to a series of routine novels.
For a lone adventurer, encountering these large lizards during the journey is undoubtedly a misfortune.
Metal dragons such as silver dragons and gold dragons are fine. As long as you are not notorious, they will probably just play with you in their own evil ways.
For example, if you encounter a silver dragon or a golden dragon and are given a seemingly glorious task, but after completing the hard work, you will find that the reward is really only "glory", and the reward is not even a copper coin.
"The dragon of justice gives tasks to small humans. Does he think highly of you and still wants reward?"
And if you encounter a bronze dragon or a brass dragon, you'd better pray that you have enough jokes and stories to satisfy the bronze dragons' endless curiosity, or that your maze and exploration skills are high enough to avoid death.
in those deadly pranks.
If you meet a metal dragon, it is bad luck. If you meet a red dragon, black dragon, blue dragon and other color dragons during the journey, it is bad luck.
When dealing with visitors who enter their territory, they don't have as many tricks as metal dragons, and they basically just make the same old surprise attack.
The valuable captives are treated as slaves and servants, the worthless ones are treated as food, and if they are not tasty, they are fed to the monsters under his command. The luggage is considered trophies, and the treasures are collectibles. Nothing is wasted.
And Khakassia, as a black dragon that has been adult for more than two hundred years, is also the lord of this swamp area.
When those lizardman slaves reported to him that a new person had arrived in their territory, and that he had obtained the title of lizardman reaper by killing lizardmen, Harkas was a little unhappy.
Because he has more than a dozen lizardmen tribes under his command. And they all call themselves the King of Lizardmen. Although he doesn't like this title, the new guy actually calls him the Lizardman Reaper. Isn't this a slap in the face in public?
With so many lizardmen under his command, it's not that it has any preference for lizardmen with somewhat similar appearances, but that in the gray swamp area on the 75th floor of the abyss, lizardmen are already beings that can communicate.
Originally, I should have taken action myself to let this new guy see the lord's courage, but it was raining so heavily outside, and I really didn't want to go out... Well, it was definitely not Uncle Hakas who was worried about the boat capsizing in the gutter, so he took it first
The lizard men try each other's level.
So, it sent its subordinates to lure the guy to come to the door, and then used the trick of ambush, the smartest among the dragon clan, the black dragon clan, to deal with the opponent.
Not to mention, those stupid lizardmen did a really good job this time. Not only did they find out that the opponent was a swordsman, but he was also a pure swordsman who had just entered the holy realm. Even in a head-on confrontation with Khakassia, the odds of winning were extremely high, but
The cautious lizardman king still chose the traditional ambush tactics of the black dragon.
"The noble black dragon is different from other stupid dragons. We use our brains and can easily win. Why do we have to fight head-on?"
Obviously this is a prejudice. Color dragons all like ambush. The red dragons, who are good at flying, are masters of aerial combat and surprise attacks. Their attacks that suddenly descend from the clouds without warning give even the superpowers a headache.
If it's a desert, the blue dragon hides in the hot sand. The desperate situation of thunderstorms, wild sand, and storms suddenly rising from under your feet will make even the most cautious warriors panic for a moment, but the high-speed blue dragon will never miss the opportunity.
As for the black dragon, which is a swamp creature, in addition to being good at sneak attacks in the field, it is also extremely good at swamp raids.
It lurked under the swamp. The black dragon's racial talent allowed it to breathe like a fish underwater, and the stench of the swamp covered up the black dragon's body odor like rotting meat. It corrupted the water and controlled the silt. The black dragon's talent was further perfected.
He took on the disguise of a black dragon.
"Oh, we, the black dragon clan, are the real kings of the swamp. When that guy comes, let the lizardmen attack first. Once it attracts attention, I will suddenly rush out and understand him with a breath of dragon breath. If I avoid it, I will
Just use the fossils as mud to turn the dry land into a swamp and drag him into the water."
Cunning, cautious, and ancestral fighting skills are passed down from generation to generation. The dragons that combine magic and martial arts are more like wild beasts. The fighting skills instilled in their bloodline make them natural hunters. They are more suitable for hunting alone in the wild battlefield and walking in formation.
The giant dragon has actually chopped off its sharpest claws, and its combat effectiveness has been drastically reduced.
At this time, lying in ambush under the water, Khakassia tried to recall the delicious taste of the last human flesh feast. Thinking of the fresh human meat that was about to arrive in his mouth, Khakassia's saliva dripped out. The last time he met a human was twenty years ago.
Years ago or fifty years ago.
"It's close, it's close."
The sound of footsteps turned into vibrations. Even under the water, his degraded eyes could not clearly see the creatures on the water, but his sensitive hearing locked onto his target like a radar.
"...Stop?"
About to enter the ambush circle, just twenty meters above Khakassia's head, the human suddenly stopped.
No, not only did he stop, he seemed to sit down and seemed to say something to the cat on his shoulder.
The black dragon Hakas floated up a little, spending a lot of magic power to increase his hearing. Finally, he heard clearly...
"Shh~ look, what did I find? There is a lone black dragon here. It is a cautious creature. Let's go around from behind..."
While being frightened, Khakassia also knew that he had been exposed. He suddenly exerted force from the water, trying to turn an ambush into a strong attack, but halfway through, when his neck just popped out of the water, he found that he could no longer move.
.
"ice?"
Ice cubes condensed on the surface of the swamp, and the swamp mixed with silt all turned into ice cubes and frozen soil. The ice was unexpectedly strong. Harkass rushed out of the faucet, his body was frozen underwater, and the entire swamp turned into ice cubes and frozen soil.
frozen soil.
Khakassia, who was caught in it, was not a white dragon that could command ice and snow. He was restrained so tightly that he could not move at all.
"...Black dragons contain a variety of vitamins and are very high in calories. One dragon can provide us with calories for a year..."
Khakassia did not give up, and the poisonous dragon's breath blew towards him, and the green mist dispersed. Just when Khakassia thought he had escaped victoriously, the voice continued.
"...Hey. I caught it. It struggled hard! Yeah, it has bad breath!"
The poisonous mist had dissipated, but the blond man walked slowly and unscathed, with a malicious smile on his lips. He was explaining while talking, and when he got closer, Hakas, who struggled repeatedly, was still unable to move.
.even more desperate.
The man looked at his neck like an evil ghost, waving a giant fork made of ice in his left hand, and holding a giant western knife made of ice in his right hand, stroking across the black dragon's neck.
“You can eat it after removing the head! It’s crunchy and tastes like chicken.”
"You are the only one who tastes chicken, and your whole family tastes chicken!"
The humiliation of being compared to a chicken made Hakas furious, but what he saw before him was an ice fork as tall as a person thrust into his face. This was the last thing the dragon Hakas knew before he lost consciousness. In the end, he was still lamenting in his heart.
.
"Father, Khakassia is truly a disgrace to the dragon clan. He is going to be eaten by humans." ——
Twenty minutes later, in the warm and comfortable dragon's nest of Khakas, countless lizardmen were busy making fires and cooking. Among them, a tall and thin elf man with dark skin stood out.
He was busy by the fire, baking boots and wet clothes for the new owner. The clothes were okay, but the smell of boots that had been stuffed for several days in wet and rainy weather would kill the enslaved dragon.
Impulsive.
But he didn't dare...
"Bang!"
Just after taking two steps, the dark-skinned man fell flat on the ground. This was not a malicious act of cuteness or anything, an old man's cuteness would only make people sick, but Khakassia could no longer control his balance. After all, the part that controls balance is the right one.
Grill on the barbecue grill.
After waiting for a long time, my mouth watered as I watched the dragon tail dripping with oil being roasted.
"By the way, Roland..."
Suddenly, Heloise spoke up while looking at the grilled dragon skewers.
"I know what it means to be silent when eating and silent when sleeping. I ordered this myself. If you want to eat it, you can cut it yourself."
I pointed to the knife and fork over there, and then the humanoid black dragon, who was eavesdropping with his ears, ran out of the door and got wet in the rain. He fell flat on the ground twice more along the way, but he was bound by a contract and couldn't escape, so I didn't
Too lazy to care about him.
"No, I'm not interested in dragon meat...forget it."
"It's boring to talk half-way."
I complained, took the dragon skewers handed over by the lizard man, and took a bite... sour, smelly, and astringent exploded in my mouth. At that moment, I thought of the toilet that had been cleaned for ten years... and then vomited it all out.
Got it!
"vomit!"
After a while, I finished vomiting, but Heloise started to explain leisurely.
"The black dragon's poisonous breath is more poisonous than that of the wyvern. It is also a swamp scavenger. I believe that if you have not forgotten your biology, you will know that such things cannot be eaten at all."
The lizardmen around me were so frightened that they knelt on the ground. I took another look at the oily dragon strings and felt a little pity.
It's not that I'm afraid of poison, dragon poison is nothing to me, but the food I had been looking forward to for a long time smelled like excrement, which was really disappointing.
"Is it such a pity? It's really rare for you to want to eat dragon meat so much?"
"I thought, when I was in Sulfur Mountain City, I watched the black dragons and red dragons flying in the sky, and I wanted to taste it. Such a large piece of meat must be delicious. But then when I got a physical body, it was not good
I reached out to Xiaohong’s disciples and grandsons.”
Heloise wiped her sweat silently. It seemed that the residents of Dungeon City had really escaped.
"Actually, dragon meat is edible. It is common sense not to eat poisonous beasts casually, but dragons are not all poisonous. You just need to avoid the green dragon and the black dragon."
"Is there a record?"
"Well, there are always some weirdos among mages. There once was a great mage named Bain who wrote a book "A Compilation of Dragon Meat Dinners for Common Dragon Species". He even held a dragon banquet to invite guests."
"Oh oh oh, there is actually a senior, can you introduce him to me?"
"No, hundreds of years ago, he was beaten to death by dragons."
"What a pity, a great man..."
"His recipes are still preserved. I have also seen that the most delicious meat among them is red dragon meat. It contains various fire elements. It can be cooked naturally from the inside out with a little baking, and it is coated with fat and served with
Red wine is extremely delicious. And the red dragon’s meat, which has been trained for a long time, is chewier than other dragon meat.”
Hearing this, the red dragons in the sky in my memory were unknowingly replaced by flying fat ones, and my saliva started to drip.
"Anyway, Xiaohong will come too. Otherwise, see if you can borrow some..."
The giant flying meat in my mind turned into a red face, and suddenly I felt that the taste seemed a bit too strong. I shook my head and sighed.
"She will treat me to a fist fight. It's a pity that there are no other red dragons here..."
"Actually, black dragons can also be eaten. Although it is a bit more troublesome to handle, there is a recipe for dragon meat feast. It can be made into bacon and air-dried and fermented. You can also add ingredients and bury it in the ground to make smelly bacon and stew it in an earthen pot.
Stinky meat smells bad but tastes delicious."
"Bang!"
While I was thinking about it, there was a sudden noise at the door. The black dragon looked at us stupidly, then let out a scream and ran out again.
"I'm not bacon! Help, mom, there are dragon eaters!" (To be continued.)
