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Thor's primary task at the moment was to find his adopted offspring, so he didn't have time to deal with these guys. He just glanced at them briefly and then looked away.

I wonder if they will still dare to stare at me so brazenly without the cover of the Mad Dragon's Curse. Once I'm done with my business, I'll definitely teach these disrespectful fellows a lesson.

After concentrating and sensing for a while, Thor quickly sensed that bloodline connection again, since there was no barrier between planes.

It seems that the mixed-race child hasn't fallen into the hands of that old bastard Tiamat yet, which is good news.

With a flap of his wings, a gale arose, and Thor, along with the raging dragon curse surrounding him, shot straight into the sky.

A plume of black smoke billowed across the sky, leaving a trail that lingered for a long time. If you looked at the location in reality, he was heading towards the city of Neverwinter.

Chapter 389: Eternal Night City

As one passes through the twilight fissure shrouded in gray mist, all the warm and vibrant outlines of Neverwinter melt away, and the Fallen Underworld casts its decaying and distorted reflection—that is the City of Eternal Night.

The sky, formed from the ashes of corpses, hung overhead, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars. Only a pale, illusory moon emitted a thin, cold light, immersing the entire city in a gray hue devoid of all color.

The biting, damp, and cold wind blows year-round, swirling through the streets and alleys with grave soil, bone meal, and volcanic ash, and every breath is filled with the suffocating stench of rotting flesh.

When mortals step into this place, the sadness and fear hidden deep in their hearts will be amplified infinitely by the negative energy of the plane, their limbs will slowly become sluggish and weak over time, and their life force will be gradually devoured by this shadowy land.

The layout of the city was a replica of Neverwinter, which was far away in the Prime Material Plane, but its original appearance was altered by death and decay everywhere.

The once smooth stone paths have all crumbled into pits and hollows, and most of the streets and alleys are paved with compacted grave mud and broken bones. Stepping on them raises clouds of gray mist. Stone buildings have weathered and softened, wooden houses are rotten and collapsed, doors and windows hang askew, and the outlines of the walls are stretched into jagged shadows by the shadows.

A gray, murky magma trench, formed from condensed negative energy, mirrors the appearance of a raging volcanic river, stretching across the city and dividing it into three major districts. The billowing cold mist perpetually seals off the western Bone Harbor. Outside the city walls, endless piles of nameless skeletons and cracked coffins lie, while the scorched, withered shadow forest continues to erode inward, transforming into a wasteland where low-level undead creatures roam and hunt.

Tens of thousands of inhabitants make up the entire fabric of this shadow city-state, more than ninety percent of whom are undead. In power is a group of fear ghouls transformed from ancient spellcasters, who form the Ghoul Tribunal and reside in the Howling House, which corresponds to the Temple of Knowledge.

This dilapidated mansion served as both a courtroom for deliberation and an execution ground for corpses, with layers of dungeons holding mortal prisoners awaiting sacrifice and consumption.

The laws within the city are simple yet cruel: only the Eternal Night Citizen Token, engraved with bone patterns, can protect the lives of the living; outsiders without credentials are simply "shiny meat" shared by all the undead creatures on the streets.

Vampires control the slave trade in Bone Harbor, while ghouls and shadows guard workshops and trading posts. Countless skeletons and zombies without their own will roam the streets as laborers.

Even if any living beings settled here permanently, they were all necromancers, flesh and blood merchants who traded corpses and magical artifacts, priests who served dark gods, and registered slaves who regularly offered flesh and blood as tribute to the temple.

The Shadow Spirit Caravan, the Sel Red Mage Mission, and the Mind Flayer Spy were only passing through, shuttling back and forth along the Shadow Avenue that runs through the Fallen Shadow Realm.

The western starting point of this trade route was set up at the Sel outpost in the city of Eternal Night. The Sel people continuously sent live prisoners in exchange for the city's undead servants, shadow poison, and necromantic materials.

Gold does not have value here; soul fragments, complete corpses, and shadow gems are the common currencies.

—The Nameless Man's Nighttime Witnesses

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When Thor saw the desolate and decaying city, information from the Dragon Legacy automatically popped into his mind.

However, this already dilapidated city seemed to have just suffered a disaster not long ago, with more than 50% of the houses collapsed and damaged, and traces of burning, corrosion, lightning strikes and freezing everywhere.

As a powerful red dragon, Thor could tell at a glance that it was caused by the breath of the five-colored dragons, along with some crystals formed from the condensed inactive Mad Dragon Virus, scattered sparsely in the corners.

It seems that my eldest son is indeed in this area and is being pursued.

Combining the two-headed dragon mentioned by the Githyanki people, and the traces left by the various breaths here, it seems that old man Tiamat sent out Prince Rainbowscale.

That old man really thinks highly of that mixed-race kid, but then again, it seems there's nothing he can do about it.

After all, Tiamat and Bahamut are mortal enemies, and their every move is almost always under each other's surveillance.

If an avatar descends or the true form makes any unusual moves, the other party will immediately react and do everything in their power to disrupt the situation.

In contrast to the Metal Dragons' respect and trust for Bahamut, and their unconditional obedience to his commands, the five-colored dragons do not share the same devotion to Tiamat.

Tiamat has difficulty commanding any powerful five-colored dragons; it's common for them to outwardly comply with her orders but inwardly defy them, and some she might even completely ignore.

Only her spouses and direct descendants, along with the infernal dragon legion transformed by hell, would obey her every command.

Even so, it's not foolproof. It's not uncommon for a spouse to betray her. Perhaps only a weapon of war created by one's own hands can be considered truly loyal.

Thor's arrival plunged the already tense city of Eternal Night into a state of high alert.

The black mist that covered an area of ​​several hundred meters and exuded a powerful, chaotic, and distorted force was clearly not to be trifled with; anyone who saw it would be wary.

Three powerful legendary ghouls leaped onto the roof of the Wailing House, casting wary glances at the dark, cloud-covering fog in the distance.

The vampire nobles and necromancers also sprang into action, constantly summoning their servants.

From the thick black fog, two beams of light, as scorching as the sun, shone upon the undead, causing them a stinging pain.

To confirm his suspicions, Thor decided to capture one alive. His eyes quickly scanned the area and immediately locked onto one of the three ghouls.

It was the largest of them all, a whole size bigger than a regular ghoul. Its dry flesh clung tightly to its bones, revealing a dark, iron-like color, and its surface was shrouded in a thick aura of fear.

Thor didn't know the guy's name, nor did he intend to ask. With a slight flap of his wings, his entire body sped forward.

Faced with the overwhelming black mist and its immense power, the undead creatures either deployed their magical defenses or scattered to dodge using their agility.

However, those negative energy protective fields and shadow barriers were utterly vulnerable to the immense kinetic energy generated by Thor's terrifying body, which was over 110 meters long and weighed tens of thousands of tons, as it moved.

The magical barriers, some eerie green and others greyish-black, shattered instantly like paper, and the resulting backlash caused many undead creatures to feel dizzy.

The ghoul chosen by Thor as his target was indeed incredibly bold. Instead of dodging or avoiding, it drew a huge double-edged battle axe from its back and charged forward with a roar.

As the dark curse of the raging dragon approached, it engulfed them like a tidal wave. The ghouls' innate dark vision was rendered useless at this moment, and they could only rely on the keen senses of legendary warriors to make judgments.

A whistling wind rushed towards it, and the ghoul immediately swung its double-edged battle axe, delivering a heavy blow forward.

The broken axe blade was shrouded in a dark green color, possessing various negative effects such as paralysis, negative energy erosion, life drain, shadow tearing, curse infection, and bleeding.

Even a giant with strong vitality would quickly lose its life force and die on the spot if it was slightly scratched.

Chapter 390 Streld

Thor himself doesn't even know just how strong his defenses have become.

As his size continued to grow, the scales on his body also thickened in tandem. If the scales of an ordinary true dragon were comparable to a magical armor, then what he wore was like a city wall forged from divine metal.

Even in the fierce battle with the avatar of Serco, he was almost unharmed.

When the enormous claws descended with overwhelming force, even the tiny scales on the palm pads appeared as large as shields to ordinary creatures.

The ghoul swung its giant axe with all its might, striking the scales with a loud "clang," sending sparks flying everywhere, but not even leaving a scratch.

Those filthy and malevolent curses were completely blocked by his powerful magical resistance, unable to penetrate even a fraction of them.

In the next instant, the five thick, pillar-like dragon claws suddenly pulled inward, firmly gripping the tiny ghoul in their claws.

The immense pressure was like a hydraulic press weighing tens of millions of tons, causing the ghoul's body, which had been forged by negative energy, to groan in unbearable agony.

As the howling black mist swept across the city and disappeared into the distance, one of the three ghoul judges who had lived for a thousand years and ruled the City of Eternal Night for hundreds of years was gone forever.

The remaining undead creatures watched the departing black mist, but they couldn't muster the slightest thought of pursuing or stopping it. Even a legendary expert couldn't withstand a single blow, so even with them added, how many moves could they possibly last?

Even though the undead no longer had the emotions they once had, they couldn't help but feel a chill of fear. This was a monster far more terrifying than the two evil dragons they had encountered before.

However, what they didn't know was that if Thor hadn't seen the Raven Queen's Temple in the city, none of the undead creatures present would have escaped.

This stuff is an excellent tonic and a rare delicacy for him; if given the chance, how could he easily let it go?

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Continuing to follow the direction he sensed, Thor released two of his dragon claws during flight, revealing the ghoul's ugly head.

Powerful undead creatures have gradually been able to suppress their instincts and learn to weigh the pros and cons. Unlike lower undead, they do not harbor indiscriminate hatred and attacks on the living.

It is said that the reason why living beings exist in the City of Eternal Night is because one of the ghoul judges overruled the objections of others and proposed the decision on citizenship for living beings.

As a result, it clashed with another lich, killed him on the spot, and seized the lich's soul box.

And as it turns out, the ghoul's decision was correct. It was thanks to those evil necromancers and flesh merchants that Eternal Night City was able to obtain a continuous supply of corpses and souls.

Therefore, when the ghoul captured by Thor regained some mobility, it did not immediately launch a counterattack or struggle and roar mindlessly. Instead, it calmly stared at its opponent with its scarlet eyes.

Judging from the ferocious giant claw that grabbed him, its owner must be an entity of exaggerated size, and very likely a dragon.

However, the reddish-gold scales and the ancient inscriptions that appeared and disappeared made it impossible for it to identify what kind of dragon it was for the time being.

That pitch-black fog was no ordinary thing either; it was filled with a powerful, chaotic consciousness that could not only block vision but also prevent mental probing, making it impossible for the fog to see through.

This is somewhat similar to the strange red dragon we passed by earlier. What is the relationship between the two?

Before it could figure it out, a deep sound rang out, like muffled thunder rolling through the clouds.

"Rotting bug, tell me, has a two-headed, five-colored dragon, who calls himself the Prince of Rainbow Scales, ever chased another red dragon as it passed over the City of Eternal Night?"

An invisible mental pressure pressed down layer by layer, causing the ghoul to feel the negative energy flowing within its body stagnate. Two burning pupils lit up in the darkness, their intense gazes falling on it and bringing a stinging pain.

My thoughts seemed a little sluggish. Had I gotten myself arrested just for asking a ridiculous question?

This unexpected calamity struck the ghoul as somewhat absurd, but with its life in someone else's hands, it dared not refuse to answer.

"Great being, indeed two evil dragons passed over the City of Eternal Night and a brief battle ensued."

However, they have already left, seemingly heading towards Raven's Nest Castle.

Thor had seen this name in the Dragon Legacy, in a small, terrifying demiplane called Balovia, ruled by an ancient vampire named Strad.

It was originally located on the Prime Material Plane, nestled in the Balirok Mountains, a beautiful and tranquil valley like an idyllic pastoral scene.

Before Strad arrived, those who knew of its existence regarded it as a corner of paradise left behind on earth. Strad was also amazed by the beauty of this land and decided to settle here permanently.

He then gathered artisans and wizards from all over the world, brought them to the Valley of Balovia, and ordered them to build a magnificent castle, which he named Raven House after his mother, to show his love for her.

At this time, he was still a prince, a count, a soldier, and a conqueror.

But as time passed, war and slaughter, like the fierce winds of time, eroded his soul like stone, turning it into fine dust.

After his father passed away, his mother was also plunged into deep grief and began to fear her eldest son, Strad.

Because she felt that the war had made her eldest son cold-hearted and arrogant, she protected her youngest son and kept him away from the battlefield.

Strad was jealous of the attention and love his mother gave to his younger brother, so he stayed in Balovia alone. But the peaceful days made him restless, and he felt that the past of conquest and killing was his golden age.

In order not to repeat his father's mistakes, he also learned magic and made a pact with the dark forces of the Fallen Shadow Realm, obtaining a promise of immortality.

After the castle was completed, Strad ordered his mother and brother to come and live with him in Balovia.

His younger brother, Sergei, eventually settled down, but their mother tragically passed away on her way there.

In grief and despair, Strad buried his mother's body in the castle crypt. Not long after, he was attracted to a beautiful girl from a good family.

Strad felt that this beauty was perfect to be his bride, so he pursued her without hesitation. But a dramatic turn of events occurred: despite his efforts, the beauty fell in love with his brother.

Sergei was young, handsome, and charming, almost exactly like Strand before he exhausted his youth in the struggle to liberate his homeland.

Pride and self-respect led Strand to temporarily grant the couple's wish, until their wedding day when Strand stared into the mirror and suddenly felt that he looked both foolish and a failure.

Driven by anger and jealousy, he ultimately killed his brother and drank his blood, thus completing an evil pact with the forces of darkness.

Afterwards, he chased after the beauty, intending to force her to submit, but she refused to yield and jumped directly from the castle balcony, dying instantly.

The castle guards, who had long harbored rebellious intentions under Strad's tyranny, seized the opportunity and shot him with a fatal arrow.

The moment the crossbow bolt pierced his heart, he seemed to see the spirits of his parents gazing at him from the clouds, judging him.

Strad, a human, died, and under the influence of dark forces, the world's first vampire was born, dragging the entire Balovia Valley into the Shadow Realm.

Chapter 391 Raising the Sun

Whether Strad was the first vampire to be born remains inconclusive. After all, he was imprisoned in the Shadow Realm from the moment of his birth, yet vampires continue to emerge in the world.

But Balovia was undoubtedly the first terrifying demiplane to emerge in the Fallen Shadow Realm. Since its appearance, the Fallen Shadow Realm has continuously absorbed powerful beings, and now the number of demiplanes has reached dozens.

Finding this hidden demiplane is no easy task, and even with the connection between him and his adopted son, he might not be able to find it smoothly.

Fortunately, the ghoul that Thor captured had lived in the Shadowlands for more than a thousand years and was a true "old hand," knowing most of the secrets of this plane.

Following the guidance of the connection in his mind, Thor forced the ghoul to lead the way, traversing vast, desolate mountains until a region shrouded in thick fog appeared ahead.