When the black dragon entered the unknown dark region, on the other side of the Northlands, the young nobleman Roy Brando also returned to Kaki, the border of the Duchy of the Rhine, and arrived at the mansion of Count Brando.

The Brando's family suffered heavy losses on this reckless trip, and as the son of the Count and the commander of the battle, he was mainly responsible for this fiasco.

Therefore, after witnessing the black dragon teleporting and fleeing, Roy only had time to explain some necessary matters, so he set off non-stop to rush back to Kaki, and even after leaving the wilderness and leaving the danger zone, he had left the large army behind and returned to the Rhine country on a fast horse.

"The Count is waiting for you in the study." The housekeeper said.

Handing over the stained, dusty knight's armor to the maid, Roy changed into a velvet aristocratic suit and walked briskly to the depths of the mansion.

He stood still outside the earl's study, coughed, organized his words, and then gently knocked on the door of the Nan wood: "Father." ”

After receiving permission, Roy walked inside.

Count Brando's appearance was ordinary, ordinary, like other Rhine nobles, there was nothing outstanding, but there was a deep gloom in the middle of his eyes, which added a bit of coldness to the temperament of this Kaki lord.

"You look tired."

The Count glanced at him, then lowered his head to look at the book he had been reading, and said in a low, reassuring voice: "It seems that failure is not a good taste. ”

"You know it all."

Roy nodded, squirming his lips: "That dragon is special, it doesn't fit our preconceived notions of black dragons, and in the course of the war, it has grown stronger, and later, it is not even afraid of the magic of Sylvia, the mother of poison." ”

"So what?"

The Earl raised his head from the table, his eyes flashed with a thin layer of light, and said in a low voice: "There are too many strange things in this world, unknown things from prehistoric times, those absurd and grotesque dreams, those indescribable existences, which are rare in your cognition?" ”

With that, the Count stood up, poured a cup of hot tea for his child, and placed it in front of Roy: "Experience can always be used as a reference, and the truth in people's mouths is often different from the facts. ”

"Failure is failure, and there is no way to argue with it."

"I know."

Roy looked at the steaming, rippling cup of tea and whispered.

The Count sat down again in the iron chair: "What about the loss?" ”

"Archmage Anthony was killed, and the main battle force was left with one hundred and twenty-three people, including eleven knights, ten armor-piercing bed crossbows were completely destroyed, and the rest of the ordnance was lost...... Countless. ”

The Count looked at him with a smirk and added, "There are also countless resources that have been lost. ”

Roy didn't say anything more.

"That's it......"

Count Brando muttered for a moment: "You first hand over the business at hand to Naina, go somewhere else, and bring back two thousand slaves." Be cautious and don't get noticed and don't get into trouble again. ”

"The dragon you said may return for revenge at any time, our strength needs to be replenished, and we must be prepared in advance." Count Brando waved his hand, signaling for Roy to leave, and slowly stood up himself.

"Father, you ......"

Roy was a little uneasy, the body that didn't even move the black dragon rushing to his face, but now he was trembling slightly: "Do you want to pray for its existence again?" ”

"That's not what you should ask."

The Earl turned gloomily, his eyes were covered with a strange gray mist, and his voice became overlapping, which was extremely unfamiliar: "For the incomprehensible greatness, mortals should have enough reverence. ”

"In the lonely apartment of the Rhine, in the long years of waiting, even death will die......" The Count did not look at him again, but bowed his head and whispered in his study.

The incomprehensible sentences, the grotesque and evil tones, the young nobleman was so cold that he couldn't help but tremble after hearing only one sentence.

He never knew what his father had come into contact with, and he had never given them a response, but just by reciting its name, he could gain unfathomable powers to accomplish things that even gods couldn't.

For example, contracts.

The young nobleman did not dare to look or listen again, for fear that he would go crazy in the next second, so he completely ignored the court etiquette, resolutely moved, and fled from the earl's study in embarrassment.

Running all the way to the garden and being baptized by the sun, Roy was a little relieved, and when he touched his back, there was already a layer of cold sweat on it.

……

I didn't expect it to rain in the underworld as well.

This rain has been raining for many days, covering the dark area, and the lingering rain, from a distance, seems to cast a thin veil on this already gray world.

Moreover, this rain is still acidic.

Although the black dragon is very happy with the strong acid rain, his blood is naturally close to this corrosive rain and smell, and when he arrives here, he feels like home, the air is moist and the smell is pleasant.

But that didn't soothe the doubts in his heart—

In such a harsh situation, the nearby plants and grass ferns were still thriving, making the black dragon suspicious of the environment of the dark area, suspecting that the soil products of this place were highly toxic.

This is a black dragon who loves to ponder, so he began his own "human experiments" again, and after continuous attempts, he found that most plants are indeed poisonous, but the effect is not outstanding, and it cannot affect the strong orcs, let alone cause any damage to dragons.

There is only one fern that can cause animal fanaticism, and it is quite satisfying.

Write it down first, and it might come in handy in the future. The black dragon thought.

In the blink of an eye, Caesar had been with his dependents in the dark region for a month, and during this time, he did not immediately start his own shooting plan, but cautiously stretched out his tentacles, silently surveying this strange world.

After a month of familiarization, as far as I know so far, this underground world is vast, with many tribes and monsters, enough for the black dragon to build a powerful revenge army.

However, the north and south of the dark region present two completely different ecosystems.

In the area where the black dragon is currently located, the monster clan is like an imaginary plate of scattered sand, fighting each other and fighting their own battles, and in the south, which is relatively far away from him, Hogg found that there are a large number of undead rampant in that area, and the tribes that inhabit it also have their own range of activities and rarely interfere.

Even the gnolls of Hogg went to investigate and found that there were even traces of the clan hunting together.

This is unusual, as it is normal for the indigenous races of the Shadows to get along with each other, and constant warfare is the norm.

In the south, however, the clans there are even cooperating, and relations with each other are not as tense as they would normally be.

There are only two possibilities, one is that a powerful lord was born locally in the dark region, located in the south, and the tribes there are integrated and captured, and the other is that there are other five-colored dragons who are the first to enter the underground world before the black dragon.

Caesar preferred to believe the first conjecture.

Regardless, he'll have to embark on his own integration plan, and after a month of exploring and collecting, he already knows enough about the situation in the Shadows, and so far, Caesar has not found anything more powerful than himself—at least not in the uncharted north.

It's time to get started.

In the year 1627 of the Tertiary period of Eladia, the black dragon showed its claws.