Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 249 Hello Black Dragon
Immediately, this huge creature broke through the clouds and came to the top of the dragon chariot, showing its form to the Canaan group so that they could see it clearly. Even Zhang Yuan himself was seeing what the native dragons of the Faerûn world looked like for the first time.

Behind its slender neck is a long torso and an even longer tail, giving it a streamlined shape in flight. Although its body is slightly thin, it also has a kind of agile beauty.

Its body is covered with black scales, each about the size of a palm, densely packed, evenly arranged, and glossy black in color. Unlike the dull color of an adult black dragon, its length indicates that it is indeed a young dragon.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it, but to say it was incredibly shocking would be a lie. You call yourself a dragon? Having witnessed the Five Dragons Returning to the Wheel scene, the crowd had developed some psychological immunity to the so-called dragons.

In other words, the fierce aura of dragons or powerful creatures can have some impact on people, but due to the limitations of their own age, the effect is limited. At most, it may cause some chest tightness and shortness of breath, and it is completely incomparable to the power of adult or even elderly dragons.

"Master, master, it's him, it's this dragon!" The thief bird's voice grew even more shrill as it saw the real culprit arrive.

"That's him! Master, you just healed my injuries, and I was eating dried fish and singing when I went outside and was bitten by the black dragon!" The thief bird said, pointing to its bare buttocks.

"Look at this, sir! This bastard isn't biting my butt, he's biting your face!"

Upon hearing this, the mage's face immediately turned so dark it was almost dripping with water, looking even more ferocious than the black dragon. He reached out and grabbed the stupid bird by the neck, choking it until its tongue lolled out, almost causing it to faint.

The rest of the teammates weren't so carefree. The two dwarves, Kegan and Bard, raised their shields and stepped forward to protect their captain. The three berserkers drew their weapons and stood guard on the flanks. As for the two rogues and the elf, they used the carriage as cover, nocking their crossbows and waiting for orders.

The black dragon, who had arrived in great style, also witnessed this scene and spoke with a hint of malice and mockery:

"Oh, let the great Dandrialilis see, a pathetic bald-tailed chicken has fled to a group of equally insignificant mortals for refuge, tsk tsk, but they probably can't stand your foul mouth either."

As he spoke, the black dragon's gaze shifted to the two dwarfs and Zhang Yuan behind them. Its long, pointed beak, somewhat resembling a bird's beak, curled into a slight smile, as if mocking them.

"Dwarves, mages, foolish adventurers, what gave you the courage to confront a dragon in the sky? Was it this interesting magical cloud, or your pathetic spells?"

Black Dragon Dandrialis was in a very good mood. He had just happened to see a group of fat chickens flying over his territory. After chasing them, he found that only the leader was left. But he didn't expect that although the chicken looked fat, it was quite agile. It took a bite and only managed to get a mouthful of feathers from its rear end.

Then we saw the fat chicken plunge headfirst into this very strange cloud of mist.

Yes, it's strange, very strange. This cloud of fog is flying at a low altitude, and at a fairly fast speed. The surrounding fog has not dissipated due to movement or airflow.

Dandrialis did not consider himself a foolish dragon, and he understood that there were beings in this world, even in this swamp, who could easily take his life.

But in the air, above the Swamp of the Dead, he really didn't believe anything could threaten a local dragon like himself.

I don't think so...

Black Dragon turned his head to look into the depths of the swamp, and seeing that there was indeed no movement, he plunged in.

And so, here we are in this situation: an ordinary adventurer party. The only potential threat is that mage, but what malicious intent could such a young mage possibly harbor? Could he possibly dare defy this great dragon?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Oh my god!
The mage, facing the dragon head-on, didn't bother with words. He simply snapped his fingers, and the ropes binding the dragon pieces instantly came undone.
Well, that's great, the dragon has been released from its cage!

Five flying dragons, accompanied by two gargoyles, turned around and broke through the clouds to reveal themselves to the black dragon.

Before the black dragon could even display its power for three seconds, it was completely dumbfounded when it saw the group of "distant relatives" suddenly surrounding it.

Look at this nest of chicks! Hmm, this one looks like a white dragon, quite beautiful. I'd love to...

No, no, this isn't the time to think about these things. The young man with the black dragon shook his head violently, trying to shake off those violent thoughts like black and white matching or Oreos.

Upon closer inspection, there were two more green dragons?!
No, that dark green one looks quite different from a true dragon; it should be a sub-dragon.

Then I looked again, and what was this? A giant fluttering moth?
None of that mattered; the last one to appear was truly something else that almost made Dandrialis's heart and lungs stop.

The Undead Dragon, as its name suggests, is a skeleton dragon shrouded in gray mist, and due to the existence of the Netherworld Tremor skill, it also constantly emits waves of negative energy.

Meanwhile, two gargoyles circled and flew around the undead dragon, baring their fangs and claws.

Black Dragon thought to himself, "This thing doesn't seem like an ordinary skeleton at all. It's not just negative energy, it can also summon henchmen."
Could this be...?
Thinking of the infamous sect he had heard about, the young black dragon felt a chill run down his spine. His once powerful wings, capable of creating hurricanes with a single flap, suddenly froze, and the dragon almost fell off its back.

"Master, are you perhaps an envoy of the Dragon Worship Cult? We in the Swamp of the Dead may not currently have any need for your cult's services."

Dandrialis's words were very polite and tactful, sounding nothing like the tone of an evil dragon, but rather like a Heisei-era otaku being sold insurance by the Yamaguchi-gumi.

The relationship between the evil dragons and the Dragon Worship Cult is quite subtle and complex. Unlike the benevolent dragons' deep hatred for them, the evil dragons actually quite like the Dragon Worship Cult's dedicated and thoughtful service.

This isn't some of those empty promises and hype from insurance and wealth management companies; they deliver on their promises and have a great reputation.

On the other hand, the prerequisite of the Dragon Worship Cult is very annoying to the evil dragon, because what they worship is not a living dragon at all, but a dragon lich!

This crosses the psychological line for most evil dragons. If you were to say they'd become breeding machines for the drow like some black dragon, they could grit their teeth and accept it; they could simply lie down and do nothing. But to deliberately seek death...

However, if they were to directly regard them as enemies, the evil dragons would want to leave themselves a way out. After all, dragons also experience birth, aging, sickness, and death, and their integrity is always very low in the face of death.

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