Chapter 407: Swamp Black Dragon, Curse of the Chosen
Now the little black dragon has completely adapted to life here.
It spent some effort and gradually transformed this place into a rotting swamp.
This makes it feel very comfortable.
At the same time, it also covered the entire rotten swamp with poisonous mist.
Try to increase the danger here as much as possible and reduce the probability of human exploration.
Occasionally, I would go out to rob a caravan, or fly high in the sky above the clouds.
But most of the time, it will be in its swamp lair.
In addition to eating, it is a long sleep.
Although it is not a lord dragon, the little black dragon still has its own dependents.
Including a small kobold tribe numbering between five and six hundred.
And iguanas who can tame mire crocodiles.
These guys are the dragon's most loyal henchmen.
And he is a dragonborn with thin blood.
As a five-color evil dragon, he is born with many fanatical admirers.
It is not difficult to find some relatives.
Some powerful ancient dragons even have their own territories.
There are almost millions of dependents under his command.
This kind of strength is even far superior to the giant city forces in ordinary human kingdoms.
It would take at least four or five giant cities to compete.
"Ulysses..."
The black dragon roared softly in dragon language.
After a while, a stronger kobold walked into the cave.
At its waist were two short-handled battle axes.
The scales all over the body are dark red.
There is also a horny protrusion similar to that of a dragon on his forehead.
They look more ferocious than the kobolds under Zong Shen's command.
This is a dragon-veined kobold with considerable strength.
He is also a chief.
To the lords, it is a standard leader-level monster.
As soon as it entered the hole, it crawled on the ground.
"Great Master, do you have any orders?"
It responded respectfully in dragon language.
"I'm hungry."
"Catch some big marinated swamp catfish."
The black dragon opened its mouth and issued an order.
As the sharp teeth opened and closed, putrid breath spurted out.
It blew from the body of Ulysses, the dragon-veined kobold chieftain.
Before the kobold could respond, the black dragon continued.
"There have been a lot more humans wandering around the swamp recently."
"Especially during these ten days."
"This is very unusual."
"While I was out flying and relaxing a few days ago, I discovered that many small settlements suddenly appeared nearby."
"It's not ruled out that those humans discovered something here."
"Inform Gladstone and let him lead the iguanas to keep an eye on the swampland."
"All intruders will be shot to death."
"If there is anything unusual, report it to me immediately."
The black dragon's voice was thick and dull, like the muffled thunder before a thunderstorm.
"I will obey your orders."
The kobold crawled and said.
Then he slowly stood up and left the cave.
After about ten minutes.
Seven or eight red-scaled kobolds walked in in groups of two and two carrying large catfish.
Each of these catfish is one and a half meters long and weighs at least hundreds of kilograms.
All catfish are covered in mud and in a semi-rotted state.
The thick fish eyes in the fish eye sockets have broken.
A total of four large catfish that had been marinated in the mud were brought in.
Thick and semi-solidified juice flowed out.
There are also fat insects burrowing in and out of the eye sockets.
Each one is about the thickness of a human thumb.
This is the food that black dragons love, and they like the sour smell.
I saw the black dragon stretched out its forelimbs and grabbed a big catfish.
Stuffed it into his huge mouth.
In one bite, half of the fish body was bitten off.
After being marinated in mud and acid, the meat of these catfish appears dark yellow.
As the black dragon bit, countless juices splashed out.
Those big fat insects are also crawling around.
Many of them fell into the mouth of the black dragon.
Others were torn apart, leaving only half of the body squirming tenaciously.
These big fat worms are also a favorite delicacy of black dragons.
Feel the sour and stinky taste of pickled catfish.
And the wonderful feeling of those fat worms exploding between the lips and teeth.
Black Dragon's mood seemed to rise to the clouds in the dome.
There's nothing a meal of marinated catfish can't fix.
If so, then have two meals.
As for the black dragon, he didn't take those humans seriously.
As long as it doesn't alarm the outside world, it doesn't need to worry.
As for the curious villagers near the swamp.
His own subordinates are enough to deal with them.
In this world where human life is as cheap as straw paper.
Except for those descendants of nobles with great backgrounds, ordinary people will die when they die.
The number of humans who die in the wilderness every year is almost incalculable.
The black dragon ate its meal with satisfaction. After finishing this meal, it was ready to sleep beautifully again.
So that you can further grow.
…
Let’s not mention the money-grubbing pretty boy in the swamp for now.
At this moment, in the Salander Sultanate located in the southern part of the mainland.
This is one of the hottest areas on the continent.
The entire Sudan has both tropical rainforests with abundant rainfall and hot savannahs.
There is also the terrifying desert of death.
But no matter what, cold has nothing to do with it here.
There are no four seasons in the southern region, only two seasons, namely the dry season and the rainy season.
This time of year is supposed to be the dry season.
In the Sultanate of Salander, on the Sapulu prairie, there is an imperial city named Jinbuluo.
The imperial city occupies a huge area.
There are many pedestrians and residents coming and going.
Many people wore headscarves, light half-shirts and shorts.
Even though they were dressed so coolly, everyone had sweat on their foreheads.
But at this time, there were several people acting strangely on the street.
They were trembling all over and walking staggeringly on the road.
The leader was a little South Asian girl, her lips turned pale from the cold.
"fur…"
"We want to purchase furs..."
Their eyes looked around in panic, trying to find the supplies they needed.
The little girl shook her head suddenly.
"No, we have to make a fire."
"Otherwise, I will freeze to death here."
Yes, she is exactly a lord.
Winter is coming, and not all lords are perfectly prepared.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something.
"By the way, differentiated compensation package!"
Previously, after the Winter Challenge officially started, the lord system distributed differentiated compensation packages.
All compensation packages are placed directly in the storage grid.
At that time, she was busy collecting supplies in the city.
I was frozen again by the sudden heavy snowfall.
I didn't think about it until this moment.
Just when she was about to open the compensation package.
A small group of camel rangers holding heavy-handed crossbows surrounded them.
At the same time, a pair of shield-backed swordsmen wearing yellow coats and armor lined with white robes also surrounded them.
"Guys, Prince Ayub wants to summon you."
"Please come with us."
The leader of the shield-backed warriors had a snake-shaped sword hanging on his waist.
The helmet on his head is a silver wolf head.
This is a fourth-level warrior of the Salander Sultanate and the team leader here.
Prince Ayyub is the supreme ruler of this imperial city.
A person whose status is second only to the Sultan.
According to the Kingdom of Avalon, this is a royal prince.
This sudden change made the female lord a little panicked.
Affected by the cold, her body and thinking were somewhat sluggish.
After a quick weigh in her mind, she could only choose to follow these soldiers to meet the prince.
She did not dare to open the compensation package and put on a leather jacket in front of these aboriginal warriors.
The only option is to continue gritting one's teeth and carrying on.
Although the lord was shivering from the cold and his face turned pale, he finally managed to endure it.
They followed the soldiers for more than twenty minutes and arrived at the center of the imperial city.
There is a magnificent domed palace here.
It's very similar to the Arabic style on earth.
In the hall of the palace, a group of people met them.
In the center is a large table hung with a silver-patterned gold curtain.
A man who looked to be in his fifties was sitting in the big seat.
He has high cheekbones, a nose bridge like an aquiline, and sharp eyes.
Wearing a simple white robe, in terms of clothing, there is no difference between him and the pedestrians on the street.
There were more than a dozen people standing beside him.
These people were either wearing armor or wearing black and white scarves.
They were all discussing something in low voices.
The man in the big seat stared at the female lord, his eyes getting darker and darker.
He is the so-called Prince Ayyub, the ruler of Jinbuluo Imperial City.
He is also the uncle of the young Sultan who has just succeeded to the throne three years ago in the Salander Sultanate.
The female lord and several warriors under her command were brought before Prince Ayub.
"Kneel down!"
The soldiers said sternly.
The rules in Sudan are very strict and it is necessary to kneel down and pray.
The female lord hugged herself with her arms and finally chose to cooperate.
He knelt obediently on the carpet.
Because of the relatively closed environment in the palace.
It prevents the cold wind from outside from pouring in, although it makes no difference to the indigenous people.
But for the female lord, this made her feel a lot better.
"Are you cold?"
Prince Ayub suddenly spoke, which was also the first thing he said after meeting.
The female lord pursed her lips and shook her head.
"Not...not cold..."
"Just a little nervous..."
She said slowly, trying not to reveal any flaws.
All the lords knew that the natives could not see the challenge.
"lie."
"Your body is shaking."
"Your face is as pale as paper."
"It's the cold that has slowed down your blood."
Prince Ayub said softly, and stood up from his seat.
He came straight to the female lord.
This made her feel nervous.
She is just a lord whose development progress is very average.
There are not many farmers and warriors, nor strong strength and means.
But the man in front of him was the most powerful person in the entire imperial city.
He was surrounded by shield-backed warriors armed with sharp blades.
Her life only depends on the thoughts of these indigenous people.
The few second-level soldiers she brought were not even qualified to fight with others.
"Tell me the truth."
"Otherwise, you will bleed."
Prince Ayub said calmly.
Being in a high position, he has long been accustomed to controlling the life and death of others.
The entire Jinbuluo Imperial City has hundreds of thousands of troops.
There are even some rare ultra-high-level warriors among them.
And those legendary strong men.
Hearing these calm words but containing murderous intent.
The female lord's body couldn't help but tremble.
After thinking for a moment, she raised her head.
He opened his mouth and told about Lin Dong's challenge.
But as expected, it was inexplicably silenced.
In Prince Ayub's eyes, he could only see her mouth opening, but no sound came out.
Only occasionally will individual words come out.
Such fragmented words as stage, challenge, and cold protection.
Seeing this situation, Prince Ayub's expression suddenly changed.
"alright."
He waved his hand gently.
Then he ordered to the guards on the side.
"Put them into the palace dungeon alone."
"Everyone gets a piece of fur from the lion beast."
"Ensure their food supply."
The guards on the side took the order and escorted them away with shield-backed warriors.
On the same spot, Prince Ayub sat back on the throne.
His face was terrifyingly gloomy.
His eyebrows seemed to be twisted together.
He drove away most of the people, leaving only the oldest ones.
The palace door was also tightly closed at his command.
"Teacher Abdullah..."
After clearing the place, Prince Ayub called out to an old man wrapped in a scarf beside him.
"Do you still remember the words left by the first sultan?"
When the old man wrapped in a scarf heard this, his expression also changed.
He slowly and staggeringly came to Prince Ayub, bowed and began to speak.
"When the era comes to an end, the most vicious curse will come."
"The Chosen One comes to the world to untie the chains of the new era."
"When frost appears in hot lands, when terrifying caves open, monsters sweep the world."
"When the boundaries of dimensions are broken, the rise of the Chosen One will mean the end of the old era."
"The terrible curse will eventually spread to everyone."
His voice was vicissitudes of life, and he read an incomprehensible sentence.
Ayub just nodded when he heard this.
"That's right, the curse of the chosen one."
"The only thing that can cause this abnormal situation is the Curse of Heaven's Choice..."
"The first sultan was the founder of Salander and a supreme wise man."
"He said that this passage may be able to guide us through an era."
"The end of the last era was no accident."
"Everything is a cycle."
"Although most of the historical materials have been lost, the words of the first sultan have been passed down."
Prince Ayyub said in shock.
Unexpectedly, he actually noticed the lord's challenge.
And this discovery is related to the words left by the founding sultan of the Salander Sultanate.
This shows that the indigenous people are still aware of the lord system.
Secondly, the several human kingdoms in this era all sprung up quickly after the end of the previous era.
The speed of rise is simply beyond imagination.
There seem to be some amazing coincidences.
"Keep a close eye on them."
"In addition, a camel ranger was sent to search near the imperial city."
"Capture all the weird people found!"
Prince Ayub said seriously to another old man wearing armor beside him.
This chapter has been completed!
