The Dragon of the Apocalypse

But the evil dragon named Rand has not returned yet!

In the black mist grassland, the breeze is gentle, but the atmosphere is a bit solemn.

The elf in the form of a silver dragon frowned beautifully, looked at the little black dragon and said displeasedly: Your brother Rand, why haven't you come back yet?

Maybe he encountered some trouble when he went out. If you wait a little longer, he will definitely be back soon! Don't worry! He will never abandon me and Fiona! The little black dragon said with a calm expression on his face, vowing.

Then just wait.

Silver Dragon expressed understanding.

Then another three weeks passed.

The silver dragon looked at the little black dragon with something slightly wrong in his eyes: Are you sure you haven't been abandoned?

I swear! Rand will never abandon us! The relationship between him and me is like the metal dragon's close relationship! Can you understand? The little black dragon insisted as always.

Okay! Just wait.

The silver dragon fell asleep for a moment and said this.

Another three weeks passed.

The silver dragon stared at the little black dragon and said nothing, but his eyes were very sharp.

Believe me! It's really fast! He really just encountered a little trouble...

Another three weeks have passed...

Sister Silver Dragon! We've been waiting for such a long time, it doesn't matter if we keep waiting! I'm still not convinced about leaving at this time. Not only am I not convinced, I'm afraid even Miss Weisz won't be willing to accept it! Isn't it?

The elf's fist in the form of a silver dragon clenched loudly, and some white cold mist spewed out of his small nose due to his emotional excitement.

The little black dragon watching on one side had his eyes twitching and was terrified, fearing that the other party would suddenly get angry and beat him to pieces.

But fortunately, this silver dragon still had some moral integrity and endured it.

Time is still passing slowly.

The edge of the Haisen Kingdom.

On the flat grassland.

Six or seven strong orcs, armed with wooden sticks, patrolled the grassland.

One of the orcs said somewhat depressedly:

Gero! Do you think all dragons are as strange as their masters?

He said he wanted to eat springbok, so we caught a few for him, but he didn’t want them. He had to have the small ones, and they had to be under a year old?

what is this? They are obviously springboks!

Could it be that the master is already interested in those elves and wants to make things difficult for us?

Well, I don't know very well, but I asked the elders of the clan last night.

They say that human beings like to eat tender food of any kind, as it will taste better.

Perhaps the same goes for the owner. Another half-orc explained.

Same? How can it be the same? The master is a giant dragon, how can a human being be the same as him? Are you an idiot? The orc who spoke before was dissatisfied.

Idiot? How dare you say that, you bastard! I've already told you the answer. If you don't believe me, just ask the master yourself! Another half-orc was unhappy.

You two idiots! Shut up! Search for food quickly! If we can't find food before the sun sets, you should know what we will face when we go back, right?

The other orcs rushed to stop the possible conflict.

When the three orcs thought of what happened to the previous group of orcs who were responsible for finding prey, they immediately shuddered and calmed down.

Start searching hard for prey on the grassland.

But this time.

On the business road of the grassland, a group of uninvited guests were welcomed.

This was a group of thirty or forty men dressed in leather armor, with iron swords across their waists, and dressed as guards.

And a dozen adventurers in different outfits.

These people look a little strange. Compared with ordinary humans, they are either shorter or more slender, their skin is rougher, and their eyes are mostly yellow-brown.

They are not humans, but a large number of demi-humans.

The ancestors are humans who have combined many times with other races such as dwarves, dwarves, elves, orcs.

Their status in this world is generally low. Humans despise them, elves despise them, dwarves, dwarfs, etc. all despise them.

However, their prices are extremely low, generally lower than other races with the same strength and ability, so they are the ones that the Chamber of Commerce is very happy to hire and exploit.

In their encirclement, there were several carriages hauling thick cargo, as well as a carriage with a special exterior. A coachman was controlling the direction at the front.

Obviously, this is a caravan.

How long is the journey to the Kingdom of Lane, the Irish Viscounty?

The curtains of the carriage were opened, and a round and fat head poked out of the window and asked a guard on the side.

He is the person in charge of this operation, Aganfu, one of the cadres of the Chamber of Commerce.

Sir Aganfu, we are still about 20 to 30 kilometers away. To be honest, I don't quite understand why you must take this road.

You are not unaware of the orc robbery incident two years ago. Most of the dozens of troops were wiped out. People who escaped said that there were one or two hundred orcs here...

If you encounter...

The demihuman guard looked a little solemn.

If possible, I don't want to take this route, but the Irish Viscount wants the goods urgently! The most important thing is that the price they offer will not be easily rejected.

Also, we brought those treasures with us during this operation! Are you still afraid of a group of orcs?

At the end of Aganfu's words, he looked slightly unhappy.

The demi-human guard was shocked and closed his mouth. After Aganfu retracted his carriage, he looked around and shouted loudly:

“Everyone, cheer me up!

I believe everyone has heard of the Orc robbery incident two years ago! This is a territory that has been haunted by orcs. Everyone, please be ready to fight at any time! Don't be attacked by surprise!

Mage, pay attention to releasing warning spells!

At this time, a demi-human warrior with a rough appearance but a relatively young face laughed loudly and said:

Don't worry! Mr. Guard Captain! With our Blood Hammer adventure group here, what does a mere half-orc matter?

Our leader is a level 10 warrior who once killed a useless giant with his own strength!

That's right! The Ruined Titan is a monster with a challenge level of 8 in the Adventurer's Book! It has terrifying combat power that can easily destroy an army of dozens of people on its own!

Compared with it, Orcs are as weak as a group of bugs! Facing the leader, he is just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!

Hahaha~ The leader is super strong!

The members of the adventure group spoke one after another and laughed.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to a dwarf man with messy hair and a sloppy beard, who was about forty years old, had three scars on his face, wore gray armor, had very strong muscles, and was only about 1.4 meters tall.

He is also the leader of the Bloodhammer Adventure Group, Haku Bloodhammer himself.

A man with nearly twenty years of experience as an adventurer.

As long as they see him, everyone will feel at ease involuntarily.

Hahahaha! Don't say that, everyone! It was a fluke to defeat the useless giant! To be honest, the monster was injured at that time! But even so, I paid a heavy price!

If the orcs dare to come this time, they still have to rely on everyone's strength.

I have heard about the strength of the Havel Chamber of Commerce!

You should have brought those treasures with you this time, right? As long as those treasures are here, it doesn't really matter whether we invite our Blood Hammer Adventure Group or not.

The dwarf smiled slightly after hearing this, took out the gourd from his waist, pulled out the stopper, took a sip of ale before laughing loudly, his eyes twinkling slightly when he talked about those treasures.