Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 141 Outside the Dungeon
"Ron, we're in trouble!"

Ron frowned, and Curelia's tone was low and cautious, as if she was hiding something.

As a real dragon but incarnate as a low-level one-handed swordsman and travel and adventure with the priests of the Light God Sect, with their (mainly Curelia) prudence, they should not encounter any very dangerous things.

"...We don't have much time. To put it simply, Pan and I have been involved in a huge conspiracy, which is related to some races in the Underdark. Now they have blocked the exit to the ground. Pan and I have been Heading underground, hoping to get rid of those evil creatures...they're coming!"

Underdark?

According to the direction Curelia and Vidirpan traveled, they should have traveled to the southern end of the Onia continent by now.

Ron suddenly remembered the situation when he helped Grand Duke Vener Gogg of Boren go to the remaining veins of the Storm Mountain Range in southern Oonia to find the dwarves living in the mountains to order weapons and equipment more than three years ago.

Those gray dwarves from the Underdark got mixed up with the fallen drow, and it always made people feel that nothing good would happen.

At this time, Curelia and Vidirpan were in trouble, and when they mentioned the Underdark, Ron immediately thought of those gray dwarves and drows.

The content of the summons was relatively calm, and it didn't look too dangerous.

But I have to speed up, after all, they have been hiding in the deeper layers of the dark region, and the evil dark creatures they encounter will be stronger and more unpredictable the lower they go.

Ron used the ultra-distance communication technique, and only replied with a few words: "Hold on, I'll be right there."

The huge body stood up, moved its thick limbs, and walked down from the high pile of treasures.

"Let Golangesus, Sisura, and Valona come to see me, immediately!"

Although there are many dragons in the territory, the only ones that can really be used are Golangesus, Igadios, and Sisura. The rest of the white dragon and red dragon Ronasha have to learn spells before entrusting them with important tasks. .

However, the mental power of the crazy white dragon named Valona has broken through the legend, so even if he hasn't learned much in arithmetic, it can still come in handy.

Ron decided to bring Valona with him and let Igadios guard the territory. Having learned a lot of spells from Glengo, his strength has greatly improved compared to before, and he is already strong enough to guard his territory and treasures.

Ron was already preparing to pick a new agent to manage the territory for him after Floris stepped down, but now he can only postpone this matter and let Floris take over a few shifts for the time being.

After making arrangements for the territory, three white dragons appeared in front of Long En.

"Lon, why are you so anxious all of a sudden? What happened?" Golangesus asked curiously.

Usually, he would call Ron by his first name. He had figured out Ron's temper. Ron didn't care about some honorable titles that were very important to other true dragons. He paid more attention to practicality.

As long as you do your best for him, the title is just a side matter.

However, you must have discernment when addressing him by his honorable name. When you should call him the Lord of Storms, you should call out the Lord of Storms. Lost face.

Ron glanced at the "psychopathic dragon" Val Hona, who looked at Ron for a few seconds, and finally lowered his head under Ron's increasingly dangerous gaze.

"The situation is more urgent, and while walking and talking, the body shape will change."

Hearing that the situation was urgent, Golangesus immediately obediently used the transformation technique to change to a size of one meter, and Sisura followed suit.

Valona originally wanted to say that he hadn't mastered this complicated four-ring spell, but his tone suddenly changed: "You two trash, we still have to rely on Uncle Milton at the critical moment."

The magical aura flashed on Val'ona's body, and his size shrank rapidly.

Ron raised his eyebrows. The three souls of this "psychotic dragon" seem to be able to learn and research spells independently?Wouldn't it be possible to triple the efficiency of learning and research in this way?
Unexpectedly, this mental illness is not all bad. Does this count as "Since getting mental illness, the whole dragon has become more energetic?"

Ron flapped his wings and lifted off the ground, motioning for three shrunken white dragons to fly to his paws.

"pay close attention."

Ron reminded, a fine electric arc flashed, and a light blue gleam appeared under the scales, turning into a flash of lightning that rushed into the sky.

The huge wind pressure at high speed made the three white dragons squint their eyes involuntarily. Ron's flying speed can make most real dragons feel terrible.

Recalling the approximate location given by Curelia, Ron went a little faster and headed south.

……

A large number of mercenaries and adventurers gathered in the shanty area outside West Smithtown, all of them with solemn or sad faces, discussing something in small groups.

"The shallow area near the entrance is blocked by those black-skinned elves, and it is impossible to go down."

"It's the same over Karato Town. If you go a little deeper, it's full of drow patrols. I really don't know what these shit guys want to do!"

"It's over. Two-thirds of our group are still in the middle-level area. They don't know if they will be able to return. I'm afraid they've been caught by the illithids to suck their brains after staying in the middle-level area for so long."

"You said, these black-skinned whores don't want to start a war, do they? If so, then Simiston will be in danger. That bullshit lord spent all his tax revenue to build castles, and he doesn't have a single formed corps left. It's..."

The speaker's voice was not loud, but after he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

In an instant, heated discussions resumed in the shack area, but more people were discussing and taking action at the same time, and they were ready to pack their things and run away.

If there is a war, the shacks outside the city will definitely bear the brunt. These mercenaries and adventurers have no obligation to fight for the lord here.

The news quickly spread among the mercenaries and adventurers. In just half a day, half of the mercenaries and adventurers in the shack outside West Smithtown left.

The entrance to the Underdark region, dubbed the "underground city", once attracted a large number of mercenaries and adventurers. It became so prosperous that the inner city was full, and the city of Westmiston, which could only build shacks outside the city, seemed a little depressed for a while. , The shack area that had been established for decades suddenly appeared dilapidated and desolate.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind outside the shack area, dust and broken sawdust flew up, and the rangers who had rolled up the bedding under their armpits lowered the wide brims of their beaver hats.

"Damn it, when is it going to be so windy in West Smithtown?"

Then, the ranger suddenly felt that the sky was dark, and the scorching sun in the southern part of Oonia disappeared without a trace. He raised his head in doubt, and then stood there with his eyes wide open.

Three white dragons, all at least 16 meters long, guarded a blue dragon with a strange appearance and landed on the edge of the shack. The blue dragon's sight swept across the shack, and then stopped on the ranger.

"come here."

　It's been off for three days, I'm very sorry

　　I originally wanted to explain something, but after thinking about it, forget it, it feels like a sellout if I talk too much

　　I also feel very uncomfortable without full attendance, but there is no way, I was gank in real life

　　Don't say too much, just use an update to apologize

　　
　
(End of this chapter)