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This was no exaggeration. The Demon Lord of Black Smoke City, who had invaded the ghost plane, had brought tens of millions of demons. Although most were low-level cannon fodder, reaching high-level and big demon ranks was still relatively rare.
However, while raising a demon army from the Abyss was more time-consuming and labor-intensive than cultivating one personally, the purpose of such a demon army was mainly to serve as cannon fodder, elite cannon fodder, and high-level thugs. The nature of demons was almost irreversible—chaos, killing, violence, greed, lust, betrayal, and treachery. Demons embodied nearly all negative traits.
A force that developed with demons as its foundation was bound to be disordered and depraved. The Abyss Lords who ruled cities with demon armies and were subsequently shunned by the Astral races were clear examples.
These Abyss Lords could only maintain their rule through sheer strength. The moment they showed weakness, traitors would emerge in droves. The saying, "When the wall collapses, everyone pushes it," was fitting—often, the first one to twist off an Abyss Lord's head would be his own subordinate.
Even if the subordinate's soul and life were controlled by the Abyss Lord.
"After all, a demon who cannot control his own nature will sometimes get confused and even chop himself. Who cares whether you control my life or not? MASTER? The one who betrays is the master!
I have contracted and enslaved several powerful demons—Ozzy, Barro, and Nurraf. But I have never trusted them. I have always used them as high-level thugs and consumables, such as Ozzy. The legendary six-armed snake demon is the best bait that I used to hunt legendary creatures. If he dies, he dies.
Spell slavery is nothing more than putting a yoke on the necks of these demons. It is a yoke based on their fear of death. Once these demons suddenly become unafraid of death one day, the yoke will not serve the purpose of enslaving them. The function can only be a highly efficient means of killing—betrayal, detection, and then one thought can destroy their souls through the enslavement spell.
Therefore, if I really want to develop the Black Wing Lair and build a solid foundation, I must have those fanatical followers who can control their own nature and develop worship and belief in the Black Dragon Lord. They are not only monster followers but also humans and dwarves, even elves.
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Because Mohandersen handled the tail of the barbarian legion very well and bought enough time to retreat, it was not until all members of the Gale Centaur clan had retreated that the Barbarian Royal Court realized something was wrong.
When the royal court sent people to investigate, the faces of the barbarian rulers were extremely pale.
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Royal Court.
The atmosphere was somewhat depressing.
The death of ten thousand intermediate barbarian berserkers was nothing to the barbarians, but the deaths of three peak-level 19 barbarian generals really hit the foundation of the Barbarian Royal Court.
Because every barbarian general has some small chance to break through and become a legend.
"Mohandersen." A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the barbarian king, Victor.
He really didn't expect that this guy could hide so deeply.
If he had known that Mohandersen would break through and become a legend, he would not have driven them away without saying a word, and at the very least, he would have given the centaurs some face.
Although there is a big difference in strength between the second level and the first level of legend, in terms of speed, if they are not flying creatures or do not understand the true meaning of legend in terms of speed, then there is not much difference.
Moreover, Victor knew that Mohandersen practiced a wind attribute profession. After the wind attribute profession broke through to legend, he basically understood the true meaning of legend as it related to speed. He was confident that he could defeat or even kill the opponent, but this was only if the opponent chose to fight him in combat situations.
If Mohandersen wanted to escape, Victor felt that he would not be able to catch up.
"Now that the centaurs have taken refuge with the Black Dragon Lord, in the dark forest, black dragon who is rumored to be in a so-called 'neutral camp' despite his hands being drenched in the blood of innocents, what should we do now?" A strong barbarian frowned.
In today's mainland, chromatic dragons have become taboo.
Although the neutral and good camps jointly formed the Pan-Continental Race Alliance to fight against the Crimson Nest, anyone with a discerning eye could see that if this momentum continued, the so-called alliance army would inevitably collapse.
Secretly, some forces from the neutral camp had quietly contacted the Crimson Nest, and their attitude was quite ambiguous.
After all, most of the neutral camp consisted of people who cared about interests, fundamentally different from the self-righteous idealists in the good camp.
Just like the Barbarian Royal Court—if the Crimson Mother threatened the mainland and they had no choice, then as long as the Crimson Mother was not overly coercive and the surrender treatment was decent, surrendering was not impossible.
In this case, offending a powerful Black Dragon Lord was undoubtedly blocking certain possibilities for the future.
The barbarians had no doubt that once the Crimson Nest won, the Black Dragon Lord would definitely align with them. After all, they were of the same race with the same mother.
At that time, if these barbarians had offended the Black Dragon Lord and the Black Dragon Lord decided to take revenge, their fate was clear.
After careful consideration, Victor sighed and said tiredly,
"In this way, send a magic envelope to Black Wing Lair, explain the situation, and then ask the Centaur King to publicly apologize to our Barbarian Court and hand over a sufficient number of centaurs to us, and this matter will be over.
Black Wing Lair would never reject our request just because of this trivial matter."
Victor did not want to fight a war with Black Wing Lair. One reason was that he was unsure of victory, and the other was that the Barbarian Royal Court had just moved south and needed to recuperate as soon as possible, making a large-scale war unsustainable.
However, although they did not want to start a war, the face of their royal court had been severely slapped by the centaurs, and this incident had spread to the surrounding forces over the past few days.
If the Barbarian Royal Court did not respond, how could they gain a foothold in the south?
It was impossible to kill the Centaur King now, and even if it were possible, doing so would be a direct slap in the face to the Black Dragon Lord. Instead, making the Centaur King apologize and sacrifice some less important centaur warriors seemed reasonable.
At this point, the Barbarian King Victor still believed that the Centaur King was willing to pay, not to mention the Black Dragon Lord.
To the Black Dragon Lord, they were just some lowly servants. No matter how neutral he was, he was still a black dragon. And this would not damage the Black Dragon Lord's reputation. After all, this time, it was their barbarian king who bowed his head, and the surrounding forces would only be more in awe of the Black Dragon Lord.
These were Victor's thoughts and the thoughts of many powerful barbarians.
But how wrong they were.
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The magic envelope from the Barbarian Royal Court was quickly delivered to Black Wing Lair, into the hands of Skye, the chief steward of the Dragon Lair.
After Skye finished reading, he laughed inexplicably.
"The Barbarian Court is ridiculous and self-righteous."
After scoffing a few times, Skye summoned his personal guards and said calmly,
"Go ahead and get all the legions ready for war."
The confidant was a little stunned, but what followed was a visibly rising excitement, and he respectfully replied, "Yes! I will go and convey your order."
After the order was sent out, Skye slowly submitted a request to Sophia, the head maid of the Castle Black, to meet the Black Dragon Lord and report the news.
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Dragon Pond.
The terrifying black dragon, which was approaching 100 meters in size, opened my red vertical pupils and looked at the tall kobold who approached and lowered my head.
The kobold stood over five meters tall, with black dragon scales all over his body, two sharp dragon horns on his forehead reaching into the sky, and a dragon tail on his back. Apart from the lack of dragon wings, his image looked more like a dragonman than a kobold.
Ordinary dragonborn were only about three meters tall. Only dragons with strong bloodlines underwent body changes, reaching four or five meters or even larger.
This five-meter-tall kobold was Skye.
Skye handed the magic envelope from the Barbarian Court to his master.
A spirit flash passed, and with a cold snort, the magic envelope turned to ashes out of thin air.
"The horse that I have just accepted will be bullied. Skye, give a reply to those barbarians. Within three days, I want to see the King of Barbarians sincerely apologize, or the Black Wing Army will directly attack the Barbarian Royal Court!"
A barbarian who ran from the north to the south and took root in the south. Before, I thought that the waters were too deep, and I didn't want to get involved too early. In addition, there were matters in the ghost plane, so I had no time to deal with them.
As a result, he is now jumping up and down.
This is unbearable
Moreover, I originally planned to find an opportunity to expand the power of the Black Wing Lair, breed a large number of monsters, and then cultivate a group of elite Void Black
Wing warriors.
The world tends to forget disasters of despair way too fast! And my black tide!
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Soon, the Barbarian Royal Court received a reply from the Black Dragon Lord.
Needless to say, the barbarians were naturally extremely angry and clamored for war to teach Black Wing Lair a lesson.
On the throne, the Barbarian King Victor looked gloomy.
He didn't expect that the Black Dragon Lord would be so disrespectful.
This time, it was hard for him to get off the horse.
Fighting, as mentioned before, had a lot of disadvantages.
If he didn't fight, he and the barbarians would lose all face.
His mind was spinning rapidly, and finally, Victor took a deep breath, his eyes firm and cold.
"Then fight! The South only needs one overlord!"
Seeing that His Majesty had made up his mind, the powerful barbarians below, who had long been frustrated, all let out excited roars.
After the meeting, Victor rubbed a bone ring in his hand.
An illusory light and shadow appeared in the air and solidified.
He wore a dark blue crown on his head and had a natural empress demeanor in her movements.
It was the Frost Elf Queen.
"Victor, what do you want from me?" Frost Elf Queen Denise frowned.
Victor nodded slightly. "I'm looking for you."
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"I won't get involved."
Hearing that Victor actually wanted to drag her into a fight against Black Wing Lair, Frost Elf Queen Denise's expression changed, and she refused coldly.
She had witnessed the Black Dragon Lord with her own eyes—and from that moment, she understood: this was no mere legendary black dragon. His presence alone defied the boundaries of myth. The truth of his power was undeniable, especially after six of the seven great kingdoms were reduced to ash—armies annihilated, cities scorched, and even a divine Angel struck down like a feather in a storm. The only reason the Kingdom of Dal still stood was because its queen, Laysa, had struck a desperate and unspoken pact with the Black King. Since that day, her kingdom has known peace, not through strength, but through surrender—and now they not only tolerate the Black King's monstrous kin, they welcome them. And with that alliance forged in shadow, no nation or big player dares lift a sword against Dal.
When Victor heard Denise's decisive refusal, his face became very ugly, and he cursed in his heart, "Frost Elf Bitch." Before, they were allies, united in a front, supporting each other, but now they, the barbarians, did not hesitate when they encountered a strong enemy—hesitantly choosing to retreat.
Denise glanced at the unsightly expression on the Barbarian King's face, frowned slightly, and reminded him, "For the sake of your allies, I advise you not to confront Black Wing Lair. Their strength is far beyond your imagination. Especially the Black King!
If a fight breaks out, both of you will probably lose."
She said both sides would suffer, but in reality, based on Denise's intuition, she felt that if they really fought, the outcome for the Barbarian Court would be disastrous.
She couldn't help but recall the strong, elite, and orderly warriors she had seen in the monster city when she met with the Black Dragon Lord last year.
Of course, the most important thing was that the Black Dragon Lord gave Denise a great sense of oppression, which only enhanced her sense of awe toward Black Wing Lair.
Although Victor was not weak and was stronger than her, Denise still felt that he was inferior to the mysterious Black Dragon Lord.
"Both sides suffer?" A trace of displeasure flashed deep in the Barbarian King's eyes.
This feeling of being underestimated by a powerful person of the same level—especially the beauty he admired—even if Victor had a strong psychological fortitude, he couldn't be happy at this moment.
Although, intellectually speaking, he felt that Denise's words were more objective.
"Fine, you don't need to get involved, but Denise, you must lend me the Bloodlight Dragon Hunting Crossbow. This is the bottom line." Victor changed his words.
He had no hope of persuading the frost elves to participate in this war, and his real purpose was to obtain the Bloodlight Dragon Hunting Crossbow.
The Bloodlight Dragon Hunting Crossbow, a legendary-level item—a weapon specialized in slaying dragons—was a legendary weapon that had been passed down in the Tal plane for more than ten thousand years. There were more than fifty recorded dragon slayings alone, including legendary dragons.
The person who made this weapon was a human weapons master ten thousand years ago. Later, for unknown reasons, this dragon-hunting crossbow disappeared in the long river of history.
Unexpectedly, a few years ago, this weapon was taken out by the Frost Elf Queen, and she cooperated with the Barbarian King to kill the legendary White Dragon King Caron.
The Frost Elf Queen led the tribe to migrate from the north to the south. In addition to the fact that the Crimson Nest's occupation of the north could not be changed, there was another main reason—the emergence of the Bloodlight Dragon Hunting Crossbow, which made the dragons of the Crimson Nest feel threatened. If Denise didn't leave, she would probably be targeted by a group of dragons soon.
Looking at the Barbarian King, who had a serious expression and a hint of coercion, Denise felt a little uncomfortable. She shook her head and refused again.
"No. Who on the mainland doesn't know that the Bloodlight Dragon Hunting Crossbow belongs to my Frost Elf clan? If I lend it to you, what's the difference between that and the Frost Elves participating in the war directly?"
"Denise, we are allies." Victor was a little angry.
"If you insist on doing this, then the covenant between us will be terminated." Denise was also a little angry.
What's going on in this barbarian's mind?
Following a cold snort from the Frost Elf Queen, the light and shadow disappeared.
Victor punched the armrest of the throne with a furious expression.
"Denise, I will make you regret it! You bitch, I have been chasing you for hundreds of years and spent countless resources. Even this retreat was to protect your frost elves and retreat first, causing at least hundreds of thousands of barbarians to stay in the north and be unable to retreat, but now you, bitch, turned against me because of an evil dragon!!"
Not only that, even when the legendary White Dragon Kalon was killed, Victor acted as bait, allowing Denise to successfully kill him. After the killing, the body of the white dragon was also taken away by Denise.
A hundred years ago, Victor deliberately searched for giant swamp clams and spent more than half a year successfully hunting them. Then, he gave the colorful clam beads to Denise because the colorful clam beads from the giant swamp clams had the effect of enhancing appearance.
To the female community, the value of these colorful clam beads could not be measured by money.
Victor vented, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down.
The most important thing at the moment was dealing with the inevitable war with Black Wing Lair.
"The Orc King Krel was slapped to death by the Crimson Mother during that war. At that time, the Crimson Mother seemed to have only taken one legendary item from the corpse. And I remember that the Orc Kingdom had two inherited legendary items—one was armor, and the other was a greatsword. The one that was taken away by the Crimson Mother was the armor, so the greatsword..." Victor pondered, ready to make a move.
This matter had been on his mind since that day, but the constant migration and escape left him no time to think deeply about it.
"Except for the Orc King Krel, in the Orc Kingdom, only the Red Blade Clan has an Orc Sword Master who has reached the first level of the Legend. According to the Orc inheritance system, the legendary sword should be in the hands of that Orc Sword Master." Victor's eyes narrowed.
He also used a sword, but the Barbarian Royal Court had always been very poor, and even the number of top-level equipment was very small. In the Royal Court, only the most powerful generals and himself had a full set of top-level equipment.
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