Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 142 The Dark Region
The ranger looked around in a panic, before pointing at himself with the finger that lowered the brim of his hat hesitantly.

"Are you calling me?"

Ron lowered his head slightly and looked at the short human: "Don't be nervous, I just have some questions to ask you."

The ranger glanced back at the low, dilapidated shack area behind him, without any shelters or bunkers, gave up the idea of ​​turning around and fleeing, and walked up to Ron with a sad face and trembling legs.

It was the first time in his life that he faced a real dragon, and he faced four heads at once, which made the ranger's head a little dazed. He felt that he might be mentally tense and under too much pressure during this period, and he had hallucinations from drinking too much absinthe.

But he looked up at the real dragon in front of him, and still didn't have the courage to slap himself to wake himself up from the hallucination.

Ron glanced over the ranger's various weapons, potions, and props, and asked, "Senior adventurer? How long have you been in this business?"

Ranger didn't know why Ron was asking these questions, so he could only answer cautiously: "26 years, my lord."

In this world where ordinary people can only live to be in their 60s, 26 years is not a short time, especially in high-risk industries such as mercenaries and adventurers. Will die in various accidents.

Mercenaries or adventurers have been working for 26 years and are still alive. Even if they are not strong, they must have their own advantages, otherwise it is impossible to avoid the fatal dangers in the adventure again and again.

But the ranger in front of him was a little strange, Ron looked at his face.

Even if he entered the industry at the age of 16 and worked for 26 years, he would still be 42 years old. Years of eating and sleeping in the open will accelerate his aging, but he looks like a young man who is not yet thirty.

Sensing Ron's doubts, the ranger took off his wide beaver fur hat, revealing his short pure white hair.

"As you can see, I am a half-elf, my father is a drow from the Underdark, and my mother is a human from Katada."

Ron nodded knowingly. The lifespan of drow elves can reach more than 700 years, and the offspring of drow elves and humans usually have a life span of nearly 180 years. This half-drow elf who seems to be under 30 years old may have Over 50 years old.

"How much do you know about the Underdark?"

The ranger put on the beaver hat. Seeing Ron asking about the Underdark, he wanted to pretend he didn't understand, but he didn't have the courage to lie under Ron's gaze.

"I have to say, my lord, if you're talking about the middle and shallow Underdark, I know that very well, because that's where I grew up, and it's sort of my first home."

Ron was very satisfied with Ranger's frankness.

Randomly looking for someone turned out to be a half-drow who grew up in the middle of the Underdark, luck is really good.

Ron nodded: "Very good, now you have been recruited by the real dragon."

You Xia sighed in his heart, and reluctantly accepted his fate.

As a half-drow, he's been through that sort of thing too many times.

Whether it is a team of adventurers who want to enter the Underdark to find treasure, or a mercenary hired to hunt slaves in the Underdark, or even businessmen who trade with some races in the Underdark, they will hire or use force to force him to do business. wizard.

In the past, he could still rely on this to wander between large mercenary groups and caravans, earning a lot of commissions.

But in this kind of abnormality, especially the drow who caused the abnormality, everyone didn't want to have anything to do with him, a half drow, which was why he appeared alone in the shanty town.

Ranger tidied up his clothes, took a deep breath and let it out, adjusted to the working state, with a professional smirk on his mouth, and saluted Ron.

"Dear employer, you can call me Shebasha, and I am very happy to help you. However, there have been some problems with the entrance to the Underdark near West Smithtown recently, maybe you have the patience to wait a little longer?"

"Those drows?" Sisula spat out two gusts of cold air from her nose in disdain, and the temperature of the surrounding air instantly dropped a lot, making Shebasha, who was not far from her, shiver.

"Do you think the great true dragon fears those pathetic elves hiding underground?"

If the giant is a bitter enemy with the real dragon, then the elves are mean, shameless and disgusting flies in the eyes of the real dragon.

In the knowledge of the true dragon inheritance, the dragon mad lock made by the elves occupies a lot of space. No matter how the true dragons of later generations modify the dragon inheritance, the part about the dragon mad lock will not be deleted.

The millennium war between the real dragon and the giant finally ended with the victory of the real dragon, but the dragon maniac covering the entire planet created by the elves while the real dragon was at war with the giant made the real dragon fail to be the final victor.

Every time the dragon crazy fan lock is activated, the real dragon will go crazy uncontrollably and destroy everything around it. This has brought great harm to the rule of the real dragons, and it has completely prevented the real dragon from continuing to sit on the throne of the world's overlord .

Most true dragons have nothing but loathing for the elves who created the Dragonmaze.

But just as some cloud giants and storm giants have made peace with true dragons, so have the kind and neutral metallic and gem dragonkind made peace with some elves.

It's just that the five-color dragon does not recognize the agreement reached between the metal dragon clan on behalf of the real dragon and the elves, and it is normal for five-color dragons to hate elves.

"You don't need to think about other things, just do as I tell you, and do what a guide should do." Long En said.

Shebasha bowed his head deeply: "Yes."

Ron grabbed Shabasha and asked him to point out the direction to the nearest entrance to the Underdark.

The four real dragons came and went quickly. The lord of West Smithton received the report from the guard and was still hesitating whether he should go out of the city to ask the real dragon's purpose. Then another guard came to report that the real dragon had left.

……

"The entrance to the Underdark is there!"

Sha Basha narrowed his eyes in the dragon's claws to resist the high-altitude wind, and pointed to a huge tiankeng on the ground and shouted loudly.

It is not necessary for Shebasha to point out that Long En also saw the strange sinkhole.

There is a market town around the tiankeng, which should be the place where the mercenaries and adventurers settled down, but now the mercenaries and adventurers have all evacuated, and the market town is empty.

The gloomy cold air continuously overflows from the bottom of the tiankeng, carrying a little evil and dark energy in the cold air.

The vegetation under the tiankeng has undergone a certain degree of mutation due to the erosion of this energy, and it has become twisted and sinister, the closer to a hole at the bottom of the tiankeng, the more so.

Ron took a look, and flew directly towards the bottom of the tiankeng, plunged into the dark cave at the bottom, followed by three white dragons.

The dim environment is not a problem in front of the real dragon. The glimmer of fluorescent moss growing on the rocks in the cave is enough to illuminate the underground cave like daylight in the eyes of Long En and the others.

Entering the underground cave is already considered entering the Underdark Territory, and the terrain becomes narrower as you go down, but it is still enough for Ron and the others to move forward.

After walking forward for more than a thousand meters, there were suddenly noisy footsteps and panting sounds in the darkness, and a large group of hobgoblins, goblin bears, blind savages, and male drow in ragged and dirty clothes surrounded them.

Behind these slaves came hundreds of well-armed female drow.

A glamorous drow woman in a black robe with a silver spider pattern, holding a red and black dagger upside down, came in front of several real dragons in a sedan chair carried by four male drows .

The woman's eyes were cold and vicious, and she said: "Leave here, you are not welcome underground."

(End of this chapter)