Black Dragon Code

"Black Dragon Code (

River, blood origin.

There are lead-colored clouds floating in the sky, thorns on the blood field, a towering fortress stands resolutely on the distant horizon, monsters entrenched in the flat valley, and Kahn looks out from the low slope.

"Ahead is the city of Morhe, the pass between the river kingdoms to the north, the largest fortress in the east. Soon, it will be your master."

"What do you call me?"

"Master. Under the Great Emperor Caesar Ortolenzo Targaryan, who else can be our master except for the "Black Death" Kahn Targaryan?"

"If you are in the Empire, this will put you on the gallows. You don't know Odin, do you? Wallis." Kahn looked at the jackal in front of him.

"Of course I know, the emperor's biological daughter, the only heir to the Black Wing Empire, during the emperor's sleep, she ruled the north for fifty years."

"In that case, why didn't the Kingdom of Wolfheart go to the middle, but came across the swamp all the way to find me? You know that Odin is being overwhelmed by the Legion of Dawn. At this time, even a little help can make her remember you guys."

Kahn squinted. "Who gave you the order?"

"No one gave us an order. The emperor just let us participate in the war, but didn't say how to participate. The Wolfheart Kingdom is willing to be your vassal, helping you to win and gain the entire river land."

"Why did you choose me instead of Odin?"

"His Royal Highness Aoting has ruled the north for fifty years, and has always been tolerant. The regular army in the central part of the country under the name of the'slave trap' has repeatedly invaded the border of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. I can watch my living space being compressed, surrendering land, hunting grounds, and water sources."

Wallis whispered: "To be honest, I am very disappointed with His Royal Highness Aoting and the Kingdom of Wolfheart."

Kahn turned his head and glanced at this guy, coldly, his eyes were weird in color, bleeding from dark gold, not like the pupils of ordinary dragons: "Say, what do you want from me? "

"We don't want anything. But if we encounter an attack, we will desperately bite a piece of meat from our enemy. This is the way for the jackal tribe to survive. The jackal is a vassal of the Black Wing Empire, willing to offer everything to the Black Emperor. I just hope that this little dignity will not be taken away."

Wallis was not terrified by this terrible gaze. Instead, he raised his head and looked at Kahn. He is also a new generation member of the Tangerian family. He is completely different from the delicately crafted and beautiful Odin and Brogna. Her face was shrouded in thick beards and hair. Not an inch of her skin was smooth, pale as if it were a dead person, and the surface was covered with wrinkles after the wound had healed.

This is only a human form, and God knows how many scars he has on his dragon body.

"What you mean, I already understand."

Kahn was silent. In fact, he was also very dissatisfied with the 50-year concession of the Black Wing Empire, but the real maker of this policy was his father, Prince Poison Fire. Kahn couldn’t comment further: "I’ll tell you in my own name. Promise, give the jackal dignity."

"March at full speed, and only half a day will be able to approach the city. The jackal is willing to act as a pioneer and climb the walls of Morher."

"No need, just move forward at this speed. Stett knows that my strength has doubled, but the sun never sets all the troops in the central and southern fronts. No one will help him anymore and let those fragile humans curl up in the castle. Be frightened, I already thought about how they would sharpen their knives desperately, feed their horses and griffins, and set up traps nervously."

"They can only watch us move forward. Every day, the monsters get closer to them, and the tension in their hearts becomes more intense. This kind of suffering will turn them into fragile strings. broken."

The jackal heard this and exclaimed: "This is the wisdom of the dragon."

"It has nothing to do with wisdom. This is my personal experience. I used to secretly sell the souls of slaves to the devil for stronger power. No one knew about this at the time, but it still made me worry and tremble, for fear of any news. In the ears of the emperor, he couldn't sleep peacefully every night."

"But later, when the secret was really exposed, I was not afraid, because in any case, the big deal was death. Then I realized how ridiculous my previous worries, tensions and fears were, and I even committed them. More mistakes."

Kahn sighed: "A catastrophe is not terrible, but a catastrophe is imminent."

Looking back from the low **** where they were at this time, there was a flat valley below. Thousands of camps were stationed there. War lizards, jackals, and barbarians were in their respective armies. There were wooden stakes beside the campfire on the edge of the camp. The corpse of a human scout hung high on the stake.

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night.

Steeter stood at the head of Morch, standing in the wind, holding his long sword blessed by God, and looking into the distance.

Around him are more than a dozen guards. These guards are elite Gryphon riders. They look like ordinary soldiers, but they have the same sharp eyes as a griffon. Their strength is similar to that of an adult griffon, with dozens of pairs of eyes. All locked in the same direction, where the black dragon arrogantly spread its wings and roared under the moon.

Steiter had never seen the dragon before, but knew his name. The black emperor’s nephew, Kahn Tangerian, is said to have left his parents’ wings when he was young and fought in the land of Velost. He and His father is as smart as he knows how to use tricks to deceive people, and he is very good at war. At the same time, he is as cruel and vicious as the Black Emperor. If he gets angry, he will swallow his life with that big mouth.

Kahn was also staring, staring at the bonfire on the wall of the fortress and watching, he suddenly laughed silently, showing his hideous teeth.

The black dragon flapped its wings and approached the city of Morge alone, emitting a column of flame from its mouth~www.ltnovel.com~ The stream of fire swept across the city wall, reflecting the bricks behind the spell barrier bright red.

"Day ninth," the Griffin Rider whispered.

"Well, very punctual." Steeter said lightly.

This is the ninth day of the Kahn Legion’s formation outside the Morge Fortress. Every day after nightfall, the "Black Death" will approach the point and invade the fortress’s spell barriers. There is no movement other than that, and they have no use to dig. The worm digs the passage, does not drop bombs or spells, and does not attack.

"What are these guys waiting for?"

The Griffin Rider murmured that Kahn Tangerian showed great patience, but his "partners" were not so good-tempered, and the Griffins in the city of Morcher were intimidated by the dragon. He twisted his body uncomfortably, let out a low growl, arched his back and made a forward gesture.

"Waiting for news from other battlefields."

Steeter turned his head and glanced at the fortress headquarters in a meaningful way.

The internal composition of the coalition is complicated. It is mainly composed of the Griffin Army and Sun Riders he brought, and the Northern Expeditionary Army of the Hejian Kingdoms. Each of these troops has its own heads and interests, and its combat effectiveness is also different. Dragon's elite troops, there are also miscellaneous troops who can only hunt slaves, and many mercenary groups from all over the river.

Such a mixed army of dragons and snakes, it is not easy for them to order and ban, and to cooperate in combat. Moreover, it is even more difficult to maintain ideological consistency. The dragon clearly knows the problems that Stetter is facing. Not in a hurry to attack, but to create mental oppression on the coalition forces, forcing them to make mistakes.

Now Staite can barely maintain the situation, but if news from other battlefields that is unfavorable to the empire, the morale within the Morge Fortress may be immediately restless, and the possibility of the coalition's collapse from within is extremely high.

"Time is not on my side." Steeter thought.