Regarding the arrival of this day, Li Wei has long been mentally prepared.

In fact, even before this day, Levi was ready to move his nest.

The Dark Regions are not a good place, and the eternal themes of deceit and mutual conquest are the eternal themes.

Three years of peace and quiet, firstly, it is nothing more than the result of his good forbearance and the mutual balance of the strength of the neighbors around him, and secondly, seeing that his ability to develop the territory is good, he is in a new posture of watching cottage farming, waiting for the other party to manage the territory well and then pick the fruit.

The growing fungus blanket on the riverbank and the vast number of fish in the river have already made many neighbors blush, and the long time they haven't been able to see the matching guardian strength here also makes them secretly gearing up, just waiting for some idiot to take the initiative to break the balance.

In Levi's opinion, if conditions permit, he would naturally prefer to survive in a non-dangerous environment until he reaches adulthood and has a certain amount of self-preservation.

But the barren resources here have begun to fall short of Levi's developmental needs.

His needs are not only food, but with the transformation of his body and long-term pica, he began to gradually become interested in all kinds of ores and energy-rich substances, although they do not taste good, but they are crunchy, like snacks, and devouring these metals and gems has a lot of benefits for his physical development:

That is, scales, teeth, claws, and bones that tend to develop towards the hardness of alloys, and xenomorphic breath that resembles energy cannons...

Of course, if he didn't use the negative energy that he temporarily speculated to be the Void Ghost Energy, he could also use the Ice Breath like a normal silver dragon.

On the other hand, as he crossed the development period of the young dragon, his body no longer needed to rely on long sleeps to ensure development.

Staying awake was spending more and more time, and the severe consequences of revealing his identity as a silver dragon in the dark region made it impossible for him to leave the lair too far in his true form.

You know, the dark region is the territory of drow elves, spirit suckers, benthic demon fish, Fumi ant clan, red dragons, black dragons, and shadow dragons, and there is no one who is good at stubble...

And if they were surprised to find that there was a silver dragon from the good camp on the surface mixed around them...

It was like a husky suddenly mixed in with a vicious wolf pack... The style of painting is strange...

EMMMM, Levi can use his cerebellum to think of how miserable his fate is...

Therefore, in addition to endless eating and eating every day, I just watched those slimes perform shameless breeding movements, or occasionally entered the inheritance dream of 'black technology' that has been unrecognizable everywhere to 'Taobao', but not every time I fall asleep, I can guarantee that I can get in, and even if I go in, I can't understand it... So it fell into an endless loop...

What makes Levi even more unbearable is that he has traveled through another world for more than three years, and these days without the Internet...

"It's just... It's so boring!!"

"And this fish, I'm about to vomit when I eat it!!"

"I'm fed up! Anyway, let's make a dog meat hot pot and try it first. Levi thought so, and then silently thanked Miss Sylvie the silver dragon in his dream.

The moment his body poked out of the nest, the scales on his body, which were originally as white as snow, gradually took on a lava-like crimson color under the light of the scattered daylight crystals of the dome...

......

The upper layer of the Netherlands is made up of a vast network of small caverns, but as you go down, the number of caves begins to decrease, but the size of the caves begins to increase. Large caverns near the surface may consist of dozens of interconnected chambers, each of which may be hundreds of feet long and tens of feet wide, but deeper caverns may upend any surface race's understanding of the word cave.

The area where Levi stayed was a typical dome terrain, spanning more than 30 miles and three to four miles high, and you could see several huge rock pillars standing in the middle, these natural stone piers towering high and supporting the top of the dome.

Some of these vaults originated from unimaginably large land plates squeezing each other, some were the product of the innate wild magic of the Dark Regions, and others were the result of the fusion of plane features when plane connections collapsed, but either way, the vault is a miniature world, and the most suitable place to develop into a territory underground, if the lord does not have much need for minerals.

On a high slope more than seven miles away from Levi's lair, Doug Dragon Cooker and Dachshund was bated and half-lying on the cold barren rock, glanced at the 'army' heading towards the riverbank, and turned back to the old kobold, who was half-squatting with a wooden staff:

"Patriarch, the number is far beyond the original estimate, I'm afraid we won't have much chance this time. ”

Regarding this established fact, Salon, who is the patriarch, is much calmer, "It's okay, wait and see for a while, sometimes unexpected changes can bring unexpected opportunities." ”

In addition to them, there were many more kobolds prostrate behind them, not only the young kobolds, but also a large number of kobold females and cubs, not too thin females were covered with bits and pieces such as animal bones, stone knives, and a small amount of fungus jerky.

At first glance, I knew that I was not ready to go to war.

In fact, they were planning to move to avoid disaster.

These kobold tribes who almost cooked the newcomer Levi have obviously not had a very good life in the past few years.

The strife between the drows and the psionic monsters has begun to spill over into their spheres of life, and the proliferation of predators around them and the shrinking of their hunting areas have seriously threatened the survival of their tribe.

After stumbling upon the fact that this forbidden place infested with slimes had turned into a paradise some time ago, after careful consideration within their clan, they had the idea of migrating.

If such an abnormal change can occur in this area, it must have changed the master, but since the other party can control the slimes and Kou Tao fishmen, it means that the other party's rule is not brutal, at least it can ensure the normal life needs of his subordinates.

And this is also what this kobold tribe desperately needs.

Even if the owners behind the scenes of this territory are not willing to accept them, they can settle for the next best thing and ask for a trade.

Over the years, they have also collected and stockpiled a lot of dried furs, magical plants, and easily sorted metal ores, and if they were in normal times, they would be able to trade with some human caravans that have ventured to the dark regions to dig for gold, and a little more easily preserved wheat, potatoes, dried corn, cotton linen, and even ale, even if it has been mixed with water.

Naturally, these precious liquors were not to be drunk and squandered, but the patriarch Saron had mastered a technique learned from the Grey Dwarves to purify the liquor, and the distilled 'pure liquor' could be used to disinfect wounds.

In the dark areas where medical measures are urgently needed, this 'pure wine' is simply a precious life-saving material.

But since the damned Drow and the Psicin got into a feud and were plundered a few times by both of them along with their goods, they haven't been seen again.

Gold coins are still damn sweet, but it's not so much fun to be robbed as a slave because of this.

Looted by the drow elves, in addition to being a slave engaged in production, there is also a chance to be selected as a reproductive tool to exert his residual heat before being squeezed dry.

If you're caught by psionic slaves who suck monsters... After being cut out of the brainstem, they are lucky to be a psionic slave like them.

If you are lucky enough to be selected as a seedbed for tadpole parasitism for the tadpoles of the young tadpoles, and you are gradually gnawing at the brain and clearly feel the psychological shadow of the body being seized, I am afraid that it will last until the moment when the soul falls into the hell of Bato, provided that the soul can be successfully freed when the gray matter of the brain is devoured.

And at this moment, Doug suddenly said: "Patriarch, look, the slimes and Kou Tao fishmen on the bank of the river have also begun to move!"

Saron looked at the vast river bank under the dome, narrowed his eyes slightly, and for some reason, a faint uneasiness suddenly welled up in Gu Bo's heart because of the approaching life.