On the banks of the Sebring River, the black dragon Kangevian, who had suffered two heavy blows in succession, looked at the river water rolling south and fell into deep self-denial and doubt.

Worried about being pursued by the unknown legend, Kangevian at this time had transformed into the drow he looked like when he entered the Nether magic ship. However, with his slightly dark complexion and head wrapped in a futon, he looked like a drow.

Similar to the Asan craftsman from Blue Star.

He looked at the pensive drow beside him with bloodshot and pleading eyes and asked:

"Naulim, am I, Kangevian, really a loser?"

The speechless Drow Dragon really wanted to say, 'In addition to your remarkable talent, you are really useless in other aspects. You can't even beat a white dragon that is a shame of a five-color dragon.'

Yes, she was almost certain at this moment that the four giant dragons whose minds were obviously biased toward younger ages were definitely not the silver dragons known for their high intelligence and magic, but the white dragons in the north who basically relied only on breathing and physical combat for hunting.

She was a little unsure at first, until they started fighting, and the metallic silver coating on the scales fell down like snowflakes.

Wei An didn't notice it himself.

Although the scales of some silver dragons with deteriorated bloodlines are dull in color, it is well known that the texture of the scales of five-color dragons is more leathery, while the scales of metal dragons are more metallic.

To be honest, when Naurim discovered this truth, his outlook on life was completely refreshed.

She had only heard before that some devils and demons from the lower planes liked to capture good-aligned priests, angels and metal dragons for evil training, in order to satisfy their evil tastes or achieve some of their ulterior purposes.

Of course, I have occasionally heard that some holy warriors from the upper planes like to persuade people to do good, but I have never heard of anyone who actually grabbed a few white dragons, painted them with silver paint, and treated them like silver dragons.

More importantly, she was shocked to find that the fighting power of these white dragons was much stronger than she expected at all levels.

Since most white dragons live in the polar regions north of the Spine of the World, where the weather is harsh and food is scarce, the white dragons' natural enemies, the frost giants, are always threatening their survival.

You must know that the favorite thing of some frost giants is to destroy the white dragon's nest, drive away the mother dragon, and capture the baby dragons and young dragons to raise as "hunting dogs".

Many white dragons have even relied on eating iceberg maggots since childhood to survive the initial dragon stage. Therefore, the vast majority of white dragons are born with malnutrition since childhood. In addition, the number of races has always been small and scattered. Many adult white dragons often

Driven by instinct, they choose inbreeding, resulting in a lack of diversity in their bloodline and gradual deterioration. Most of them are born with poor brains. Some white dragons may barely reach the IQ level of ordinary humans until they are in their prime.

But these white dragons are different. They are generally quite big. The legendary dragon named Erbai is even bigger than Kangevian. It seems that he had a pretty good diet in his childhood.

What made Naulimu almost shocked was that the white dragon was actually proficient in some kind of grappling skills, and it knocked Kangevian to the ground and beat him.

Combined with the last battle ax flying from the sky with a breath of frost,

Naurim vaguely thought of a certain legend from her early days in the Northland.

A legend of the dragon queen north of the Spine of the World

‘When did the frost giant queen join the silver dragon’s city-state?’

Thinking of this, Naulim felt more and more that that idiot Kangevian had really chosen a formidable 'opponent'.

But it’s anyone’s guess whether the silver dragon named Tiberius still remembers such a black dragon.

Naulim breathed a long sigh of relief and decided not to tell the other party the cruel truth for the time being. Instead, she comforted him with a smile:

"Don't take it to heart. You are a dragon fighting against four opponents plus a griffon army. Being able to escape unscathed is beyond what ordinary dragons can do."

"That's right! That's right! I thought it was unfair at the time. Their metal dragons just like to bully the smaller ones, and they bully the dragons too much! If it weren't for the injury on my head, I wouldn't be able to beat them to death! Ouch! It hurts, it hurts!

"

Kangevian covered his head, which was bleeding again. The massive bleeding seemed to have taken away his spirit, and he instantly became depressed:

"But when I think that those silver dragons and griffins are all under the command of that bastard Tiberius, I hate it so much."

Half a century ago, Kangevian was also a black dragon with considerable wealth. He controlled three gnoll tribes, an ogre tribe, and a gray dwarf guard. Well, of course the gray dwarf guard.

To some extent, it is my mother's asset.

But it was completely destroyed by the other party.

"But you are the most beloved child of the Corrupt Lady of Ember City. It doesn't matter if you fail a few times. The worst thing you can do is go back and inherit the foundation of Ember City."

At this moment, Naurim was like a black widow hanging on a spider web, playing a hypnotic sound to her prey.

Let it completely ignore the fact that Ms. Corruption has just crossed the shackles of the life of an extremely old dragon and entered the ranks of ancient black dragons, and may live longer than her children.

And even if the five-color dragon is about to die, it will choose to swallow all the treasures, leaving only an empty shell of a ruined castle.

Even for that pitiful inheritance, he still had to fight to the death with his more than ten brothers and sisters.

But at this moment, Kangevian, who was depressed, was in urgent need of such a 'stimulant'. Even if the chicken soup was poisoned, he would enjoy it as much as he could, staring at his empty eyes and murmuring:

"Yeah, at worst, I can find a place to sleep for fifty years and then go back to Ember City."

Naurim was immediately stunned and took a deep breath and said:

"Then what plans does His Highness Kangevian have now?"

What she didn't expect was that Kangevian, who was lying on her lap, actually stood up forcibly, looked at the outline of the white city-state on the south bank of the river, and murmured:

"I still want to visit the city-state of Tiberius. If I don't even have the courage to face my lifelong enemy, I doubt whether I can continue to move forward on this legendary road."

Naulim finally took a serious look at Kangevian who was not joking, as if getting to know him again, and found that this black dragon did not seem to be useless, at least in terms of resilience in the face of setbacks, it was somewhat beyond her.

anticipation.

If it were other five-color dragons, if they found that their former mortal enemy had become so powerful, they would probably have escaped reality or chosen to stay away from each other.

But she felt that she still needed to remind the other party:

"But we have disturbed the gnoll leader and several dragons in the Gryphon Mountains along the way. I'm afraid that the city is now on alert."

Kangevian pointed at himself nonchalantly:

"Have you forgotten the blessing my mother gave me? As long as I don't take the initiative to contact them, they will subconsciously ignore my existence.

"What's more, I really just plan to go and have a look.

"Look at what the city-state that that bastard Tiberius built in just half a century looks like.

"Anyway, it's definitely not as good as my home city of Ashes, hehehehe."

Half an hour later, Cangevian, whose face was visibly swollen from being beaten, stood blankly in front of the gate of Minas Tirith, which is now the crown of the North.

He looked at the merchant fleets weaving through the riverside ports, at the bustling crowds of people on the streets wide enough for ten underground giant lizards to keep pace with each other, and at the mountains that seemed to be perfectly integrated with the Griffin Mountains, advancing layer by layer under the reflection of the rising sun.

The seven platinum cities are like a land temple, and the whole dragon is dumbfounded

Even if he couldn't estimate the permanent population of this city-state, based on the size and prosperity of the city-state in front of him, his mother's Ember City might be better than the stone castles led by country knights that he had seen on the road earlier.

One line.

Even the city of Gelthorn that he once loved and feared was completely incomparable to the city in front of him.

From the mesoscale perspective of ordinary people's vision, the presence of order often creates a more shocking visual impact than disorder.

Even with Drowron Naulim's experience, he has to admit that the city in front of him is indeed beautiful, and has even surpassed the old city-states of Jishui City and Silver Moon City in every aspect.

This shocked her and made her even more curious as to how on earth the silver dragon had managed to achieve such a level in just half a century.

"Dudu!"

At this moment, a siren suddenly sounded from behind. Naulim instinctively looked back and saw a giant steel truck the size of Kangevian dragging a container pulled from the port.

Parking behind them, a gray dwarf with a cervical spine brace around his neck stuck his head out of the car window and reminded in a loud voice:

"Hey, Zhuoer, don't block the middle of the road, it's very dangerous."

Naurim was stunned for a moment, and instinctively stepped aside. Then he suddenly froze, as if he had forgotten something important. He saw the steam train driving straight past, and vaguely heard the sound of someone infiltrating the train.

The clicking sound and the groan of a certain dragon.

Drowron slapped his forehead, and then he remembered that he had forgotten that person in the middle of the road. Looking back, he saw Kangevian lying on the street in defiance, twitching, and a steam locomotive.

The track mark ran over his face, and his head, which had not healed for a long time, was squeezed and a pool of scarlet blood spurted out.

Iron Hammer, who felt a jolt in the cockpit, looked at the rearview mirror and muttered:

"What happened? Could it be that my goods this time were overweight and crushed the main road?"

Thinking of this, Iron Hammer, who had just been fined fifteen gold at the beginning of the month, couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Normally, such a traffic accident would have attracted screams and onlookers from the crowd, but at this moment, Kangevian was like a crushed cockroach. There was no one except her, Naulim.

noticed.

Naurim was dumbfounded and was about to pull this unfortunate guy up, when another gnoll patrolman riding a giant lizard stepped on his face and roared past.

The drow dragon was suddenly a little worried about whether this guy would be able to see the 'enemy of this life' alive.

Because in such a city-state with extremely developed and prosperous transportation, it is too dangerous for a "little transparent" like Kangevian.

During the subsequent journey, Naulim saw a collection of the black dragon's unfortunate deeds.

Maybe while walking on the road, the black dragon that transformed into a drow was hit by a sudden carriage or steam locomotive and flew away.

Maybe I stopped in front of a certain shop and was kicked by the hound being led by a young lady.

Maybe he was hit in the head with a rain shield thrown by a maintenance man who was repairing a leak on the roof.

However, in order not to expose his 'ignored' status, Kangevian did not dare to do anything to these ordinary people who he could easily kill.

Just when he himself started to want to give up, he was suddenly attracted by the huge crowd of people in front of him. Relying on his talent for concealment, he didn't bother to line up and squeezed directly to the front row, where he saw a magnificent building standing in the first row.

In the most prosperous area of ​​the city, there is a sign:
To be continued...