On the banks of the Sebrin River, the black dragon Kangvian, who had suffered two heavy blows in succession, looked at the river rolling south, and fell into deep self-denial and doubt.

Fearing being pursued by the unknown legend, Khangvian had already transformed into the drow appearance he had when he entered the Nether magic ship, but with a slightly dark complexion and a futon-wrapped head, he looked like the three craftsmen of Blue Star.

He looked at the brooding Drow with bloodshot and pitiful eyes and asked:

"Naulim... Am I really a piece of shit?"

The speechless Zhuo Erlong really wanted to say, "In addition to your talent, you are really useless in other aspects, and you can't even beat a white dragon with the shame of a five-colored dragon..."

Yes, she was almost certain at this moment that the four dragons that were obviously mentally biased towards young age were definitely not those silver dragons that were known for their high intelligence and spells, but those white dragons in the north who basically relied only on breath and hand-to-hand combat.

She wasn't sure until they fought, and the metallic silver coating on the scales fell like snowflakes... It's hard to recognize it, and maybe it's because Kangvian, who is deeply trapped in it, didn't find it himself.

Although the scales of some silver dragons with deterioration are also dull, it is well known that the dragon scales of the five-colored dragon are biased towards leather, while the scales of the metal dragon are biased towards the metallic texture...

To be honest, when this truth was discovered, Naulrim was also refreshed.

She had only heard of some of the lower plane's demons and demons who liked to hunt the good faction's priests, angels, and metal dragons for evil training to satisfy their evil tastes or achieve some ulterior motives.

Of course, I have occasionally heard that some holy warriors in the upper plane like to persuade people to be kind, but I have never heard of anyone actually grabbing a few white dragons to brush a layer of silver paint, and the whole appearance is called by the silver dragon...

What's more, she was stunned to find that the combat power of these white dragons was much stronger than she expected... A lot stronger at all levels.

Since the vast majority of the White Dragons live in the polar regions north of the Ridge of the World, where the weather is harsh and food is scarce, and the Frost Giants, the dragons' natural predators, threaten their survival at all times.

You must know that some of the frost giants' favorite thing to do is to go to the white dragon's den, drive the mother dragon away, and catch the young dragon and the young dragon back to be raised as a 'hunting dog'.

Many white dragons have even survived the initial stage of young dragons by preying on iceberg maggots since childhood, so the vast majority of white dragons have been congenitally malnourished since childhood, coupled with the fact that the number of races has been small and scattered, many adult white dragons will often choose inbreeding under the drive of instinct, resulting in the lack of diversity of bloodlines and gradual deterioration, and most of them are born with brains that are not very good, and some white dragons may barely reach the IQ level of ordinary humans until they are in their prime.

But these white dragons are different, they are generally not small, the legendary white dragon named Erbai is even bigger than the black dragon of Kangvian, and at first glance, the food in the juvenile period is not bad.

What made Naulrim almost lose his eyes even more was that the white dragon was actually proficient in some kind of grappling technique... I was stunned and pressed Kangvian to the ground and beaten...

Combined with the frosty tomahawk that flew from the sky at the end...

Naulrim faintly thought of a legend from her early years in the Northlands.

A legend north of the Ridge of the World, the Dragon Queen...

'When did the Frost Giant Queen join the silver dragon's city-state...'

Thinking of this, Naulim felt more and more that the idiot of Kangvian had really picked a terrible 'opponent'.

However, the silver dragon named Tiberius still remembers that there was such a black dragon.

Naulim breathed a long sigh of relief, and decided not to tell the other party this cruel truth for the time being, but smiled and comforted:

"Don't take it to heart, you're a dragon fighting the other party's four heads plus a griffin army, and being able to retreat with your whole body is no longer something that ordinary dragons can do. ”

"yes! yes! I thought it was unfair, they metal dragons like to bully too much, they just bullied the dragon too much! If it weren't for the wound on my head, I wouldn't have beaten them to death!

Kangvian covered his skull, which was bleeding again, and the massive bleeding seemed to take away his mental head, and he instantly withered:

"But the thought that those silver dragons and griffons were all under the command of that bastard of Tiberius makes me hate it..."

Half a century ago, he was also a black dragon with a lot of money, and he controlled three tribes of gnolls, an ogre tribe, and a gray dwarf guard, well, of course, that gray dwarf guard belonged to his mother to some extent.

was ruined by the other party.

"But you're the favorite child of the corrupt lady of Ember City, what is it if you fail a few times, it's a big deal to go back and inherit the inheritance of Ember City. ”

Naulim was like a black widow hanging from a spider's web, playing a hypnotic sound to her prey.

It completely ignores the fact that the Corrupt Lady has just stepped through the shackles of the life of the extremely old dragon and stepped into the ranks of the ancient black dragons, and may outlive her children.

And even if the five-colored dragon is about to die, it will choose to swallow all the treasure, leaving only a dilapidated castle shell.

Even that pitiful inheritance needs to fight to the death with more than a dozen of his brothers and sisters.

But at this moment, the sluggish Kangevian urgently needs such a 'heart booster', even if this chicken soup is poisoned, he will be as happy as he is, staring at his empty eyes and muttering:

"yes... It's a big deal to find a place to sleep for fifty years, and then go back to Ember City. ”

Naulrim fell suddenly... Deep intake airway:

"Then what is His Highness Khangvian's plans now?"

To her surprise, Kangvian, who was lying on her lap, forcibly got up, looked at the outline of the white city-state on the south side of the river, and muttered:

"I still want to go to the city-state of Tiberius, and if I don't have the courage to face even my lifelong enemy, I doubt that I will be able to continue on this legendary path. ”

Naulim finally took a serious look at Kangvian, who was not joking, as if she had reacquainted with each other, and found that this black dragon did not seem to be useless, at least in terms of resilience in the face of setbacks, which was somewhat unexpected by her.

If it were other five-colored dragons, if they found that their former sworn enemies had become so powerful, they would have already escaped from reality or chosen to stay away from each other.

But she felt that she still needed to remind the other party:

"But we've already disturbed the Gnoll Leader and a few dragons in the Griffon Mountains along the way, and I'm afraid that the city is now on guard. ”

Khangvian pointed at himself disapprenomerly:

"Have you forgotten the blessings my mother gave me? As long as I don't take the initiative to reach out, they will subconsciously ignore my existence.

"What's more... I'm really just going to check it out.

"Look at what the city-state that Tiberius, the bastard had built in just half a century, looked like.

"Anyway, it's definitely not as good as my family's Ember City, hum. ”

Half an hour later, Kangvian, who was visibly swollen from being beaten, stood in front of the gate of Minas Stirris, which is now the crown of the Northland.

He looked at the merchant fleets shuttling through the ports on the banks of the river, at the bustling flow of people in the wide streets with enough ten underground monitor lizards to keep them along, and at the seven platinum cities that seemed to be perfectly integrated with the griffin mountains, progressing layer by layer, like a land temple in the reflection of the morning sun, the whole dragon was stupid...

Even if he couldn't estimate the city-state's resident population, with the size and prosperity of the city-state in front of him, his mother's Ember City might be a step ahead of the country knight-led stone castles he had seen on the way.

Even the city of Gerthorne, which he had loved and feared, was completely incomparable to the city in front of him.

On the mesoscale of ordinary people's vision, orderly existence is often more shocking than disordered.

Even with the experience of Drowronnaulim, I have to admit that the city in front of me... It is indeed very beautiful, and it has even surpassed the old city-states of Drawing Water and Silver Moon City in all aspects.

This shocked her, but also became more and more curious about how the silver dragon managed to do this in just half a century.

"Toot toot!"

At this moment, there was a sudden hum of a whistle from behind, and Naulim instinctively looked back, and saw a steel cart the size of Kangvian's body dragging a container pulled from the port was docked behind them, and a gray dwarf with a cervical spine fixation brace around his neck poked his head out of the car window and reminded in a loud voice:

"Hey, Drow, don't get in the way, it's dangerous. ”

Naulrim was stunned, instinctively stepped aside, and then suddenly froze, as if he had forgotten something important, and saw the steam train drive straight past, and vaguely seemed to hear the oozing click and the moaning of a certain dragon.

Zhuo Erlong slapped his head, and then remembered that he had forgotten who was in the middle of the road, and when he looked back, he saw Kangvian lying on the street and convulsing, and a steam locomotive's track mark ran straight over his face, and the skull that had not healed for long was squeezed and a pool of scarlet blood rushed out.

The hammer, which was feeling a bump in the cockpit, looked in the rearview mirror and muttered:

"What's the matter? Could it be that my cargo is overweight again... So the main road is crushed?"

Thinking of this, Iron Hammer, who had just been fined fifteen gold at the beginning of the month, couldn't help but shrink his neck.

If such a traffic accident had been placed in normal times, it would have attracted the screams and onlookers of the crowd, but at this moment, Kangvian was like a cockroach that had been crushed to death, and no one noticed it except her Naulim.

Naulim was about to pull the unlucky bastard up with laughter, when another gnoll patrol on a monitor lizard stepped on his face and whistled...

Drow was suddenly vaguely worried about whether this guy would live to see the 'enemy of this life'.

Because in such a city-state with extremely developed and prosperous transportation, it is too dangerous for a 'little transparent' like Kangvian.

On the ensuing journey, Naulrim saw a collection of the black dragon's unfortunate deeds.

Maybe as he walked along the road, the black dragon that had transformed into a drow was suddenly hit by a horse-drawn carriage or a steam locomotive and flew away...

You may stop in front of a certain shop, and be lifted by a hound led by a young lady to pee on your legs...

Maybe I was being hit in the head by a maintenance worker who was repairing a leaky roof, throwing down a rain shield...

However, in order not to expose the state of being 'ignored', Kan Gevian didn't dare to do anything to these ordinary people he could easily kill.

Just when he himself began to want to give up, he was suddenly attracted by the crowd of people in front of him, relying on his hidden talent, he didn't bother to line up, and squeezed directly to the front row, and saw a golden building standing in the most prosperous area of the first city, with cards hanging on it:

Northland United Development Bank Zeellandia Head Office.

"Bank, what is this?" a big question mark snapped into Khangvian's head.

Immediately after that, we heard the talk of the crowd:

"Have you heard, His Majesty the City Lord is preparing to issue banknotes in the Northland, how much are you going to exchange?"

"Real money for a few pieces of paper... I always feel a little unreliable. ”

"But it is said that the deposit interest rate is really high... Although I don't know how to calculate the annualized compound interest of 5%, I have heard the pastor of Woking Church calculate that even if you only save one silver dragon coin, you can take out two silver dragon coins after 20 years!"

When he heard this, Kangvian's head went straight down... The pupils of both eyes seemed to turn into two glowing gold coins.

In fact, his IQ is not low, and he directly through the principal, the number of years, the doubling of principal and interest, and the numbers of 5%, he quickly reversed the approximate algorithm...

If you follow this algorithm... He saved 100 gold coins in Kangwei'an, and saved enough for 50 years, wouldn't it directly become 1146 coins!!

"I'll do it, if I borrow my mother's treasure house and store it, won't the other party be directly run out of bankruptcy by me fifty years later??"

Kangvian directly came to the inference that 'invisible mental retardation is the most deadly'.

Immediately, he laughed, thinking that this must be a liar, if there is such a good thing in the world, the devils in the lower plane are afraid that they will be unemployed long ago!

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a burst of uncontrollable exclamations from the crowd.

Instinctively, Kanvian saw the most beautiful scene to date:

I saw armed escorts in special uniforms stacking truckloads of gold ingots, Mithril ingots, adamantite gold ingots, and various heterotopic gems at the gate designated by the bank.

In just a short moment, a genuine 'mountain of gold' was piled up in front of everyone!

Kangvian just instinctively converted, and the gold mountain in front of him was conservatively estimated to be worth at least 10 billion Drow gold coins.

Tens of billions of gold coins!!

Mom's treasure may not even have a fraction of it here!

Poof!

This time, not only did he spurt blood from his brain, but even his two round eyes overflowed with two lines of blood across his cheeks, looking crazy and hideous.

Jealousy drives dragons crazy!

Just as he was about to transform into a black dragon body and rush over under his instinct, an almost crazy dragon roar came from above:

"Roar!! my! my! it's all my Huenda's! ”

I saw a male ancient red dragon as if he had been suddenly imprisoned in mid-air by some magic, unable to speak or move, only those scarlet eyes stared at the golden mountain that exuded infinite temptation.

Kangvian was stunned to see a row of veteran legends such as Veramarandis, the Silvermoon Dragon Mother, Silverwing, Lady Radiant, Erastro, and Kelburn standing in front of the gates of the Northland United Development Bank, conservatively estimated to be at least in the double digits.

Such a deterrent force was suddenly like a basin of cold water poured on the feverish head, but then he heard the most familiar voice:

"Security, take this perpetrator down, and the ribbon-cutting ceremony continues. ”

"Follow your will!" Levi crowned. ”

Kangvian looked up in amazement, and finally saw the silver dragon that was surrounded by a group of legends in the center, and was attracted the fanatical attention of tens of thousands of people.

Even if he changed his skin and changed his name, the moment he saw Levi, Kan Kevian still recognized the other party at first sight, and recognized the one who almost didn't even know his mother when he was in the dragon life twice...

Tiberius!

On that day, Kangvian seemed to finally remember the horror of being crushed and ravaged by it by the Dark River...

And the humiliation that has been dominated by the shadow of fear for half a century...