McNee leapt vigilantly, looking left and right, but there was no enemy in front of him, he was in a gloomy dungeon, surrounded by hard granite walls, the ground was damp, water droplets seeped out of the stone slabs overhead, and a faint smell of decay permeated the air.

If his memory wasn't biased, he should have been in the battle at the Northern Castle before, when the red dragon went mad and used a power that didn't belong to it, and McNee remembered that he was gradually losing himself in the indiscriminate bombardment of psionic energy......

So, he was caught? What is the battle like in the Northern Castle? After he passed out, did the Thunderblade Dwarf suffer the slaughter of the Red Dragon?

McNee felt a sudden panic in his heart, and his messy thoughts shuttled from side to side in his mind, until he saw his own warhammer and double-edged axe in the corner, and he calmed down a little.

Anyway, we have to get out of here.

McNee walked to the corner and picked up his weapon, he didn't know who was holding him, he didn't know why the other party treated him casually like an ordinary prisoner, and even left his own weapon in the prison, but none of this mattered, McNee was in a hurry at the moment, he wanted to return to the northern castle immediately, such a dungeon could not lock him.

Just then, there was a dull sound of footsteps in the dungeon, and an orc appeared in front of McNee, his muscles knotted, nearly two meters tall, his dark and heavy shoulder armor clangling as he walked, like a hill in front of the dwarf, and McNee craned his neck to see his face.

"You're awake." "Because of your incompetence, the Thunderblade Dwarves were defeated in the battle of the Northern Castle and had to withdraw from Kohor. ”

The orc's words made McNee temporarily suppress the desire to attack and escape from prison, he calmed down and asked, "Where am I now?" How long has it been? ”

The orc didn't reply, he stretched out his hand to pull open the iron bar of the prison, but they didn't lock it: "Let's go, Your Majesty wants to see you." ”

Hearing the word "Your Majesty", McNee suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and he had a vague guess, and everything that followed confirmed his suspicion, outside the dungeon, there were walking orcs everywhere, and above his head stood towering scaffolding and tower cranes, and the pitch-black, heavy, fierce-shaped iron towers stood tall, and those hard metal edges and corners made people feel uncomfortable.

"Welcome to Victor!"

The busy orcs on the side of the road shouted mockingly when they saw the dwarves, and McNee noticed that some of these orcs were actually brown, and their bodies showed rare atavism, and this was a city of orcs.

In the Third Age, there had never been such a large-scale orc settlement on the continent of Eladia, except for one place - the Black Wing Empire.

It's a city, but McNee feels more like a war fortress, with indifference and militarization in every way, even in this building that resembles a lord's hall, where McNee walks in under the guidance of orcs to meet the legendary Emperor of the Blackwing Empire.

He was perched high in the position of the Great Chief, his head in his hands, covered in armor of iron black, thick horns and thorns appeared on various parts of his body, and he was a demon lord in the shape of a human, with a thick tail hanging from his chair and curling at his feet.

Caesar used his second form, otherwise Victor's Chieftaincy would not have been able to accommodate his body.

"McNee Thunderblade." Caesar put down the battle report and looked at the dwarf in front of him with interest, "To be honest, your performance on the battlefield in the central part of the country is really a headache for me, and it has caused me a lot of trouble, and if every clan head and leader of the Trade Federation is as difficult to deal with as you, I am afraid that the pace of the empire's advance will be delayed for several centuries." ”

"King of the Black Wings." McNee stared at the figure in his chair, his voice full of caution and fear, but not the respect or fear of ordinary people.

"I've investigated your Thunderblade Clan." Caesar said: "Just like my orc tribe, each of the Thunderblade Dwarves is an excellent warrior, but at the same time, you are also conceited, your clan is the initiator of the collapse of the Zedi Alliance, the Iron King McNie Thunderblade, the Three Castle Kingdom soldiers meet each other and kill each other, and it is inseparable from your stubbornness. ”

"I heard that Atas Ambition has defected to the north with his clan, why, are you here to question me for him?" McNee said.

"Nope."

Caesar was not angry at McNee's disrespect, he was no ordinary five-colored dragon, he was the black monarch of the main material realm dragon, "I'm stating the facts, telling you about your failures and mistakes, if the Three Castle Kingdom was still a unified alliance, you might not be here today." ”

After the split of the Zedi Alliance, McNee deeply realized his mistake and wept bitterly and hid his face for countless nights, but people cannot live in pain and remorse, so he buried these past in the depths of his heart, and continued to move forward with a stronger attitude and greater efforts to carry the Thunderblade Clan.

However, now, the black dragon has brought up the old story again and again, and his words are as sharp as a sword, constantly revealing his wounds.

McNee couldn't stand it anymore, his eyes were red, and he roared at the black dragon on the throne like a wounded beast: "What the hell are you trying to say!?" ”

"I'm just reminding you not to repeat the same mistakes." Caesar said.

"Phew!" McNee snorted and spat on the ground: "Don't pretend here, Black Dragon, I know what you're thinking, you bully evildoer, power and status can't hide your ugly heart." ”

"As you say, I'm a bully." Caesar said indifferently: "But the strong should oppress the weak, so that the weak will work hard, and this is the meaning of the existence of the strong." You know, the law of the jungle is the iron law of nature, even the gods can't change it, don't you understand? ”

"Oh, yes." As if suddenly he remembered, "You stained my floor." ”

"Wipe it clean!"

The overlapping sound echoed in the hall, the wordless coercion spread, and when the black dragon's two golden pupils full of cracks like spider webs lit up, McNee felt as if a thousand pounds of weight had fallen from the sky, holding him unable to lift his head, this force almost made him fall to his knees!

Decree and King's Power.

McNee's whole body burst out, in order to resist the pressure of the Black Emperor, he was forced to enter the state of the Holy Spirit, the great power of the dwarf god filled his body, strengthening every cell in his body, he clenched his weapon and walked forward, wanting to fight the black dragon, but every step was extremely difficult, and his body was rickety, as if carrying a mountain.

"Roar!"

McNee let out a heavy growl, his face flushed, but in the end he couldn't swing the hammer at the black dragon, as the legendary warrior's knee was overwhelmed and shattered, and the dwarven king was forced to fall to the ground.

When he fell to the ground, the weight of his body disappeared.

"You can knock me down, even kill me, but you should never think that I will kneel to you." He gasped as he spoke, still staring at the black dragon with disgusted eyes.

"I know you're a warrior." Caesar smiled: "But I have seen too many such warriors, do you know how they swallowed their words back in the end?" McNee, you may not be afraid of death, but what will happen to your soldiers, your homeland, and your people when you die? ”

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and made a screeching sound of metal, and an orc rushed to hear the news, handed over a video crystal, and showed it to McNee, who had fallen to the ground.

The Thunderblade Dwarves camped at the junction of Kohor and Minn and set up marching tents, but less than a hundred miles away from the Dwarves in a straight line, Elsala's elite troops were gathering, and at the same time, they also sent a cavalry force to go around the territory of Minn to cut off the dwarves' retreat to complete the siege, and the Thunderblade Dwarves who had lost their leader were still ignorant and ignorant of this.

"Deceive me with inferior images, do you treat me as an ignorant child? Black Dragon. McNee sneered after reading it, "The Trade Federation is strictly guarding Elsala, and if Elsala's army wants to enter the Mir, it will inevitably break out into war with the Federation army, even if the Federation guard is defeated and broken through, it will send a warning to my clan, and it is impossible for the Thunderblade Clan not to know all this!" ”

Caesar just laughed and didn't explain anything.

McNee's heart was furious with a somber laugh, and a terrifying thought came to his mind, there was a rebel in the Trade Federation who served the Blackwing Empire, and his status was not low, and he opened the pass where he was stationed, and let Elsala's army enter the territory of Minn!

"Got it?" Looking at the uncertain look on McNee's face, Caesar said lightly, "In addition, there are the Thunderblade Dwarves of Svo Harbor, so many, but only one mana bomb needs to be dropped...... "Bang...... There's nothing left. ”

McNee closed his eyes in despair.

Caesar sat on his throne, picked up the wine glass in the tray of the half-dragon maid, shook it lightly twice, the crimson wine swirled in the glass, and looked particularly enchanting against the fires on both sides of the chief's hall, Caesar took a sip of wine and said, "Loyal to me, Elsala's army will withdraw, and let the dwarves of the Thunderblade Clan return to Minne." Otherwise, you know. ”

"I can't do that." McNee avoided the black dragon's gaze and said bitterly, "The god of the dwarves does not allow me to serve the tiger and help the evildoers. ”

"Then it depends on whether you are loyal to your clan or to your gods."

McNee stopped talking, and he was silent for a long time before he said in a voice so small that it was almost hard to hear, "You could have killed me and turned me into an undead corpse, or you could have turned me into a war machine with your fabled terrible radiation while I was unconscious." But why, you let me live, torture me in this way, and force me to be loyal to you, aren't you afraid that I will defect at the right time? ”

"I want a good general who can command the battle, not a walking corpse."

Caesar said, "As for defection, you can flee to the astral plane as a wandering warrior, then I can't find you, but your clan can't migrate, and they will always have to stay in Eladia." Actually, you don't have to, I promise you that if one day you can become the strongest of my family, I will give you back your freedom and no longer pose any threat to the Thunderblade Clan. ”

"You promise?" McNee clenched his fists, he might not be able to defeat the black dragon in his life, but the black dragon's family may not be strong enough to do so, if this promise is true, he believes that he will be able to do it soon.

"In the name of Targaryen."

"It's a deal." McNee's clenched fist suddenly loosened, and he cupped his body with his hammer, "Then, from this day forward, I will fight incognito and for you, Your Majesty Emperor Targaryen." ”

"From now on, your name will be...... Darkblade! ”