ATPnovel Chapter 157 157 The black dragon chief who is good at changing his face: The Dragon Emperor is none
Chapter 157 157 The black dragon chief who is good at changing his face: The Dragon Emperor is none
Chapter 157 157. The Black Dragon Chieftain, a Master of Face-Changing: The Dragon Emperor Must Be Mo Yinglong the Great Venerable!
Although the Adventurers' Guild and the Mages' Guild appear to be two independent organizations, they are actually both subordinate to the Church of the Dawn.
Except for the different realm assessments, almost everything else is interconnected.
For example, exchanging rewards, or adventurer teams...
After all, a mature adventurer team cannot consist of only knights or only mages.
Most importantly, the mission halls are also interconnected.
The mission systems of the two major guilds also have two different series.
General missions, with contribution points and adventurer honor points as the core rewards.
These missions are centered around their own cities, issued by the clergy of the Church of the Dawn within the city, or by residents and other races within the city.
These missions only circulate in the cities where the branch guilds are located.
The difficulty is not high, and of course, the rewards are not very good either.
The other type is the general guild mission that all adventurers crave, and which is coveted by countless people as soon as it is launched.
These are basically issued by the headquarters of the Hundred Races on the side of the Land of Origin and the Church of the Dawn, targeting all adventurers.
Once such a mission is released, it will be simultaneously logged into all adventurer and mage guild mission halls.
For everyone in the Domain of Daybreak to observe and accept.
Generally speaking, the difficulty is very high, but the rewards are naturally irresistible.
Just like the mission that Tory and his adventurer team have set their sights on this time.
"Annihilate the small group of demons wandering in the near-Tianqian area of the Domain of Daybreak, totaling more than one hundred undead, seven evil spirits, and five Rakshasa ghosts."
"Adventurer team requirements: Have a high-level knight or high-level mage, and the minimum strength of team members must not be lower than that of a junior knight, with more than ten people."
"Rewards: Alchemical potions and contribution points, an enchanted longbow and sixty-four arrows, and a high-level elven spell."
Tory quickly calculated in his mind.
His team has a total of twelve people, and the minimum strength is that of a junior knight.
There is no high-level mage, but there is one high-level knight, who is also a tiger-man loner.
The number of small demon squads is not large, and even if there are evil spirits and Rakshasa ghosts, they are likely not very strong.
His Holiness the Pope has just defeated the Demon King, and the demons would not dare to come to the Land of Origin to make trouble now even if they had the guts.
It is estimated that they are lurking to scout for information. There have been many such missions in the past few days.
Due to the need to retain the strength of the Church of the Dawn's combat system against the demons, coupled with the consideration of giving adventurers some opportunities to hone their skills.
These missions are basically digested by the two major guilds.
However, Tory doesn't care about this.
They have a high-level knight, and they meet the minimum requirement of a junior knight.
"This mission! We accept it!"
Before Tory could express his thoughts, the mage next to him hurriedly shouted.
However, the staff member glanced at the elven contract communication magic card and smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry, this mission has already been claimed by another adventurer team not long ago."
The mage's face collapsed, and he glared at Tory angrily.
"See! I told you this mission was very popular! We missed our chance just by being a little late!"
Tory didn't care, just asked curiously:
"Which team claimed the mission?"
For the current two major guilds.
Powerful teams are doing high-difficulty missions in the Land of Origin to improve their levels, and they will not accept such missions.
The quality of adventurer teams in other places varies, and most of them have also accepted many missions.
There are not many teams with all junior knights or above, and a high-level knight or high-level mage.
The staff member glanced at the information. The adventurer team that claimed the mission did not request anonymity, so he simply said:
"A bear-man team from the city of Debry."
Tory suddenly understood and nodded without saying anything.
There are many bear-men in Debry City. In addition to the most elite bear-man warriors who stayed in the Land of Origin, there is indeed a very famous bear-man adventurer team there.
If he remembers correctly, the captain is the third son of the bear-man patriarch, and his strength should be the peak of a high-level knight.
Then it's not wrong for the mission to be snatched away...
But the mage next to him didn't think so.
He looked at Tory with a sad face and said:
"What should we do? Our team has only done one mission since its establishment. If we don't complete the mission, we will be surpassed by that guy Rotter's team."
Tory shook his head, looked at the magic frame above the mission hall, and before he could say anything, the staff member suddenly said again:
"You are in luck. A demon squad wandering around Shenlin City has just been discovered, with seventeen mind-flayers leading more than two hundred undead warriors hiding in the canyon."
"The requirements and rewards are the same as that mission. Do you want to accept it?"
Hearing this, Tory slammed the adventurer token on the table without saying a word.
"Accept!"
The staff member didn't hesitate, took the adventurer token, and started registering.
"This mission is more difficult. After completing it, all of you in the team will become two-star adventurers."
"The mission has been assigned to your team. Come back and submit it within seven days, or it will automatically be considered abandoned."
"Bring your equipment and adjust your condition before departure."
Finally, returning the token to Tory, the staff member said softly:
"May the Dawn protect you."
"Thank you!"
After thanking him hurriedly, Tory pulled the mage and quickly walked towards the tavern.
His remaining teammates are there, and he has to tell them this good news as soon as possible.
Watching the backs of Tory and the mage, the staff member murmured softly.
"Recently, the demons who came to the Domain of Daybreak to scout for information seem to be acting a little frequently..."
After a long time, the staff member shook his head.
"Forget it, with His Holiness the Pope here, there is no need to worry even if the Demon King comes."
...
At the same time.
The westernmost part of the Hundred Races Alliance, across mountains and rivers, the mysterious and closed Dragon Island located in the sea.
After Roskordo returned, Dragon Island, which had been silent, was accompanied by several dragon roars today.
A line of black dragons flapped their wings and flew from Dragon Island into the sky.
Roskordo followed behind a black dragon that was more robust and had a more oppressive aura than him.
Behind the two dragons were dozens of black dragons.
Flapping their wings and flying eastward at extreme speed, the strong wind lifted the clouds in the sky.
Before long, they crossed the sea and arrived at the continent.
Looking from below, it was dark and oppressive, like dark clouds passing through.
Roskordo accelerated from time to time and ran in front of the leading black dragon, then slowly slowed down.
Repeating this several times, it could be seen that Roskordo was anxious.
If he could teleport, he would now want to pull the Black Dragon Patriarch back.
He missed the Great Venerable Mo Yinglong so much, and missed the days when he was protected by the Dawn.
Especially after returning to Dragon Island and getting involved in the vortex of the Dragon Emperor's struggle.
Every day on Dragon Island, Roskordo was very upset.
Several times he thought about moving directly to the Land of Origin, regardless of Dragon Island.
"Patriarch, let's speed up!"
Finally, Roskordo couldn't help but make a request.
Hearing this, the Black Dragon Patriarch Vasti, who was already unhappy, spewed out thick streams of air from his thick nostrils.
"Roskordo! I don't understand! I only asked you to give the arrogant Principality of Bielka a lesson, how did you become like this!"
"No matter how magical the Church of the Dawn is, it is just a newly emerging force, why should the great Dragon Clan personally visit it?"
Roskordo opened his mouth, but Vasti didn't give him a chance to explain.
"Don't mention defeating the Demon King and resurrecting miracles again! My ears are calloused!"
"Even if these things are true, then..."
Roskordo did not interrupt Vasti, but silently watched him continue to rant.
Vasti's wise head thought about it.
Roskordo wouldn't lie about this kind of thing, and there was no need to collude with outsiders to fool himself.
Besides, even though Dragon Island is deeply involved in the Dragon Emperor's struggle, they also saw the reaction of the Cup of Lament on that day.
This kind of thing is most likely not fake.
So, that Pope, I'm afraid, is truly blessed by the gods and possesses the power to defeat the Demon King.
Does God really exist in this world?
If he continues to spout nonsense here...
"Chieftain, why don't you continue?"
Roskordo asked quietly, and Vasti coughed dryly.
"Let's put these aside for now. It is a crucial period for the Dragon Emperor's competition, and the Cup of Lament has also regained its vitality due to the previous events."
"I have to ask you, as an elder of the Black Dragon clan, why don't you support my bid for the Dragon Emperor?"
"And you insist on pulling me out at this crucial time!"
"Even if there really is a God, wouldn't it be more appropriate for me to pay homage after I become the Dragon Emperor?"
"We are of the same clan! Roskordo, you disappoint me so much!"
Roskordo looked helplessly at the garrulous Vasti.
"Chieftain, my support does not help you in your quest for the Dragon Emperor's throne! If the Cup of Lament cannot be lifted, no one can become the Dragon Emperor..."
"Don't lecture me with these grand principles!"
Vasti snorted irritably.
"All I want is an attitude! A clear! Powerful! Firm attitude of support!"
"Roskordo! I am very disappointed in you!"
Roskordo smiled wryly.
"Chieftain, as I said, instead of desperately seeking something hopeless, why don't we change our thinking? The Great Shadow Dragon is His Holiness the Pope's mount."
"Blessed by the gods, if there must be a dragon that can lift the Cup of Lament, it can only be the Great Shadow Dragon."
"As long as our Black Dragon clan takes a stand early, even if you can't become the Dragon Emperor, you can definitely become the most capable assistant to the Dragon Emperor."
"With the strength of the Great Shadow Dragon and the Dawn's Blessing, you will surely have a significant place in the epic of suppressing the demons and leaving behind a glorious reputation in the future!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Vasti became even more angry.
"Roskordo, you've only been out for a few days, and your heart is full of that Shadow Dragon! What kind of enchantment did he put on you?"
"Why are you turning your elbows outwards? You are willing to recommend him, a dragon born outside Dragon Island, as the Dragon Emperor, so why can't I be it!"
Roskordo was silent.
How should he respond to that?
The Shadow Dragon is stronger than all previous Dragon Emperors, and he is the mount of Ian, who is called Pope, but is actually a God.
In terms of strength and background, he is stronger than you?
If he said this to Vasti, it would probably be another long-winded argument.
Roskordo could only remain silent and continue to lead the way.
It must be said that although this Black Dragon chieftain is long-winded and loves to complain, at least he doesn't have a violent temper.
If it were the Red Dragon chieftain, he would already be in a full-scale fight with Roskordo.
But for Roskordo, Vasti was not as good as fighting him.
During the four-day journey to the Land of Beginning, Vasti's complaints never stopped.
He kept complaining mournfully, like an abandoned woman.
Even when they flew to a position where the Land of Beginning was clearly visible, Vasti's resentment became even stronger.
"It's right there, isn't it?"
Vasti squinted at the magnificent city, gnashing his teeth and saying:
"I want to see what makes that Shadow Dragon so mesmerizing to you that you even forget about me, your chieftain!"
Roskordo sighed and said helplessly:
"Chieftain, please be sure to maintain respect for His Holiness the Pope and the Great Shadow Dragon."
"Hmph!"
Vasti arrogantly raised his head.
"That Pope defeated the Demon King, and I should respect him. Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."
"But the Shadow Dragon... Hmph! Does he have any achievements like the Pope? Has he ever defeated the Demon King?"
"Just because he has the title of the Pope's mount, you think he can become the Dragon Emperor?"
"I don't admit it!"
Roskordo glanced at the black spot flying in from the horizon, chuckled, and asked curiously:
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Of course, compare in the way of the noble dragon race!"
Vasti snorted a few times in anger.
"Fight me! I want to see if he is worthy of your admiration!"
"Why can he become the Dragon Emperor without even seeing the Cup of Lament? I don't..."
Before he could finish speaking, a violent gust of wind swept past him.
Vasti and many members of the Black Dragon clan were dizzy for a moment from the wind.
When they reacted, their eyes subconsciously converged on the small black spot that had already flown towards the Land of Beginning.
The throbbing of the dragon bloodline resonated like thunder at this moment.
Vasti was at a loss.
At the moment of looking at that black shadow, every drop of his dragon blood was expressing submission.
This situation, either facing the Dragon Emperor, or the other party is so strong that he can crush him with ease, and his bloodline is even more noble than his...
But the Dragon Emperor is not born, so there is only one possibility.
The feedback from the dragon blood cannot be wrong.
"That is..."
After a long silence, Vasti looked at Roskordo quietly.
The latter suppressed his laughter and pretended to be calm:
"That is the Great Shadow Dragon."
"He is the Shadow Dragon... Great One?"
Vasti muttered in a stuttering voice, his teeth chattering unconsciously.
"Yes, the Great Shadow Dragon looks like he just came back."
Roskordo looked at Vasti, who had suddenly become unconfident and weak, with a smile.
"Chieftain, didn't you say you were going to fight the Great Shadow Dragon?"
"Bullshit!!!!!"
In an instant, Vasti's voice became sharp and high-pitched.
"Nonsense! Our Black Dragon clan is the most polite and respectful clan of the dragon race! Roskordo, don't insult my noble black dragon bloodline!"
Fight?
Did he, Vasti, have no brains?
Although he had not officially met the Shadow Dragon, but...
Just from the throbbing and submission of that bloodline just now, Vasti could judge with his toes.
If this fight started, he and the Shadow Dragon would be 30-70.
Within three moves, he would die seven times.
Damn it!
This Roskordo really wasn't bragging!
This Shadow Dragon is really scary...
Vasti swallowed and cursed Roskordo for playing tricks.
Roskordo's eyes rolled, and he pretended to be puzzled:
"Chieftain, didn't you say that the Great Shadow Dragon, a dragon clan that has fallen outside Dragon Island, is not worthy of being the Dragon Emperor, and only you, who commands the Black Dragon clan with brilliant achievements, are qualified to hold up the Cup of Lament?"
Vasti's face stiffened, and he glanced at the Shadow Dragon who had returned not far away.
Feeling the supreme dragon might that was enough to make his whole body weak and kneel down in submission.
Vasti roared repeatedly in his heart.
How did this Roskordo become such a bastard after coming out once?
Is he trying to harm him by saying these things?
"Chieftain? The Great Shadow Dragon is here, you can compare with him to see who is more suitable to be the Dragon Emperor."
Roskordo reminded Vasti in a timely manner.
At this time, the Shadow Dragon had already flown to his side.
Just looking at that huge figure made Vasti's wings feel weak.
Damn it!
How can this dragon be so big?
Compared to him, the previous Dragon Emperor was an underage!
"Chieftain?"
Roskordo hadn't stopped playing tricks.
"Presumptuous!"
Vasti roared, glaring at Roskordo with a righteous expression.
"How can you be so impolite in front of our great Dragon Emperor? Roskordo, you are too rude!"
After saying that, Vasti looked up at the Shadow Dragon with a well-behaved and sensible expression.
"The Dragon Emperor's throne of our dragon race is born for the Great Shadow Dragon!"
"...Didn't you say before..."
Before he could finish speaking, Vasti stuffed a wing into Roskordo's mouth and looked at the Shadow Dragon with a sincere expression.
"Great Shadow Dragon, I came all the way here this time to welcome you back to ascend the throne and command the dragon race!"
"That long-vacant throne is waiting for an wise and mighty emperor like you to inherit it!"