"I hope that in the future in the minstrels' songs, this year's snow-covered swamp is not his last chapter. Gülen said.

"It can be hard. The black-haired spellcaster said honestly.

For outsiders from another plane, dragons are simply the most unthinkable thing.

In its shattered memories, there were dragons, too, but those dragons appeared only kindly on paper and screens, and they were thin and long, with manes and beards, and huge horns, which were inevitably accompanied by clouds and rain. But now, no more than a few hundred feet away from him, was a black dragon, its wings spread out to even block out the sun, and its head coldly overlooking its tiny prey hundreds of feet high, its long tail submerged in the swamp, but even so, it still looked as long as the walls of Thundercastle.

"Why are there black dragons here?" squeaked McGee, the dwarf.

"I want to know this too. Perrant said that, as far as he knew, the last black dragon had died a thousand years ago, a few days after all its moveable companions had left. It is too old to break through the bonds of the plane, but that doesn't mean it will curl up in the cavern and die alone, waiting for the casters to use prophecy to find it, and its treasures, and then loot them, like other colored dragons, when its life is about to end, swallow all its treasures, melt them with the acid of its stomach, and then flap its wings, fly out of the cave, and land in any country or city it can reach, slaughtering and destroying at will. To persecute and lure brave knights and mages to kill it, and after destroying the happiness of countless people, even death does not seem so hateful to it.

Since then, there have been legends of a white dragon who similarly destroyed a city, and someone has found a treasure trove of brass dragons - although he has been affected by the magic left by the brass dragon and has become very chattering, it is obviously very worthwhile - although since then, no trace of any other dragon has been found in this plane except for the red dragon of Grenada.

"But there is indeed a black dragon in front of us. Gülen muttered. For a moment, he thought if he should try to ask if he would encounter a demon lord or a god or something like that, but he quickly removed the thought from his mind, no, dragons were enough, and the story could at least feed a dozen bards.

The Black Dragon didn't give them much time - although it had hidden itself in the mire and white velvet flowers before, trying to ambush the adventurers, but the Precursors it had inadvertently revealed its whereabouts, and even in the midst of the tense battle, the druids still found a clue - Several swamp crocodiles were badly bruised in their abdomen, the swamp crocodile's scales were not much softer than black iron, only steel, Mithril and adamantite could bruise them, but the scars dragged by the scales were completely different from weapons, and Perrant simply measured it with his fingers to estimate the size of the swamp crocodile's abdomen, and the approximate shape - Perrant had fought in the war with the evil dragon, and he had seen the dragon's shield-like scales.

The elves and humans immediately chose to retreat, and because Perrant had fought the colored dragons, he knew how difficult this evil existence was, and the black dragon immediately flapped its wings from the churning mire and velvet flowers, and its huge body covered the sky and the sun, and the splashing black water even swallowed the dwarf McGee completely.

"What should we do?" Leona asked, "besides running away?" "Even if she hadn't seen the dragon, she knew that running away was a good idea at this point - probably only the caster of them could cast spells to escape, but in the Snow Cover Swamp, teleportation spells were not allowed, but he might be able to turn into a small animal and escape, if he was lucky enough not to be overwhelmed by the storm set off by the rampaging dragons.

And at this moment, the black dragon had already bent its head and neck, its wings were constricted backwards, and **** was obviously dented: "It's going to spit acid!" Perrante shouted: "Everyone is moving closer to the mage!"

And the black-haired spellcaster had torn open a scroll, and the magical energy in the scroll was whistling, forming a ring of shining bright light around him, and in the ring were humans and elves, and the dwarf McGee was lying under Baldwin's legs, he vomited out of fear, but no one paid attention to this, the black dragon's acid had been pouring down on their heads like a torrential rain, if it weren't for Cremar taking out the protective scroll earlier than Perrante, they might not even have bones left.

The black dragon's acid spitt lasted for twenty breaths, probably the longest twenty breaths of their lives—the black dragon flapped its wings and turned its triangular head to observe the result of the acid—and it certainly wasn't satisfied, satisfied, with the otherworldly soul sensing a gaze falling on him. It was so remarkable that it made him feel chills from his back to his fingers, as if his vision would be solidified by magic, and pierced straight into his body.

- The black dragon is very clever, the lich said, it has found you. It knows that the first thing to do to destroy a team is to kill the caster among them.

- Thank you so much for the reminder, said the Otherworldly Soul, but I would like to know if there is any way to get us rid of it?

- Comparing speed with the black dragon in the swamp is the most clumsy joke, and as for the spell, I think you can turn yourself into a water anaconda and dive as deep as you can, but beware, the black dragon has a chance to charm the reptile creature once a day, and I hope you are determined enough.

- You know it's impossible. The otherworldly spirit replied, but the lich's offer inspired him, and he pulled out a scroll and looked at Berdwin, the dwarf McGee at his feet.

"McGee, come out. It said softly, but perhaps McGee had something else on his mind, and he hugged Berdwin's legs tightly, refusing to come out anyway.

"God forbid," cried Glenn, "it's not show time, and if he doesn't, Cremar, you can use that scroll on me." ”

Bodwin glanced at the thief sternly, but he also knew that Glenn was completely right, and he didn't think that the black-haired spellcaster would cast any terrible spell on McGee, he leaned over McGee's shoulder and only used two fingers to pinch lightly, the dwarf lost his strength, and Berdwin brought him up, "Don't ......" The dwarf sobbed and pleaded, "Please don't abandon me...... I'm useful, I swear...... Please......"

"Wait a minute. Glenn said, and before McGee could give him a grateful look, he swept his hands and removed all the bows and daggers from McGee's body, and the dwarf screamed, nearly biting off the thief's fingers.

The otherworldly soul had already torn the scroll, "Run!" he said briefly.

After the glow of the magic faded, a gray otter crawling out of its clothes and Mithril chain mail ran around its object in a half-circle, and it was obvious that it was dizzy by the sudden new vision and extra legs, but fortunately there was Glenn, who was always able to play his part when necessary, and the thief only jumped on his toes and deftly kicked the otter out.

And he was able to shove the gnome's Mithril chain mail into his leather armor before the dragon spat acid again.

- Let me take a closer look at it, said the lich.

- I try my best. The spirit of the other world said that this time the acid spew was the same as the last time, almost in vain, and the only result was to destroy the clothes left behind by the gnome, but Gülen screamed, and a water beeper burst out, wrapping his legs tightly together, and he fell into the mud with the anaconda, the water splashed, and the dragon turned his head keenly, his eyes wandering around Gülen, as if considering whether to taste a small snack first.

"I'm not very tasty!" Gülen said, "I swear I've been over for a long time!"

An arrow screamed with the light of magic, and it only missed a fraction of a minute into the dragon's eyes, and the magic made it deeply fit into the dragon's scales and muscles, the black dragon roared angrily and turned in another direction, and the elves had already mounted the second arrow, but the black dragon was not negligent this time, it stretched out its claws, and the arrows collided with its claws, and the fluctuations after the burst made the dragon's claw tips crack, but it was not fatal, and it could not even make it hesitate slightly, it waved its wings, and in an instant it rushed towards the elves, but at this time the third arrow arrived at the same time as the spell of the caster, and it was violently pushed to the side by several forces, falling into the mire, the black muddy water that rises is as spectacular as an inverted waterfall, but after it falls, the black dragon also disappears.

- It's gone?

-- how could it be -- the lich replied, be vigilant, and besides, you might be glad to hear a message.

――What?

- Armor! The lich shouted, and his cohabitant cast a spell without hesitation, and a large, foul-smelling mouth leaped from the ground where they had stayed, and the mire shattered and fell into the throat of the black dragon, but it soon found itself stuck, and a shiny ball was embedded right between each of its teeth that was two feet long, and it bit and swallowed hard, and found that it had no benefit but to hurt its own teeth, and after a moment's thought, it flew back to its feet with a thud, dodging the elven arrows, Leona's adamantite hammer and Birdwin's Mithril broadsword, and danced in the air for a moment。 It was close to succeeding, but at this point, it found that the orb was surging with magical energy, and it might be able to chew the pesky spellcaster between its teeth, but he could still cast the spell in the last moments, and it could be burned or melted.

With a puff of acid, the caster was spat out, and as the spell failed, he threw the latter spell, which, as the black dragon had expected, was a scorching fireball, and the acid collided violently with the fireball, erupting into a sour smell that made his throat burn.

- If you really find something, the soul of the other world asks urgently, please say it, if you don't say it, maybe we don't have to say anything again.

- This is a deformed dragon. The Lich said that it was incomplete and flawed, and that it might not be a real dragon, but a dragon egg, which had been discovered by chance and cultivated in a special way.

- But it's also a dragon, said the otherworldly soul.

-- A dragon that is not mature enough, and may never mature, said the lich, and look at its head, the skull is twisted--The black dragon is ugly in the first place, because of its sunken eye sockets and large, deep nostrils, and the skin at the roots of its horns and cheekbones, and the ends of its wings, which will degenerate and shatter over time, and look like a bone dragon wrapped in broken skin, so it is often called the Skull Dragon by ignorant humans, so you can imagine how frightening it really is. The lich noticed this, the black dragon was the size of an adult dragon, but its head was not so ugly, and the skin that should have been degraded was still in place, showing no signs of cracking or shriveling - it could have been ripened, like humans planting grapes and peaches in greenhouses, and spellcasters do the same when they need casting materials or experiments for a short time.

That's why it was sent to accomplish this task, and if its intellect and body were not so compatible, it might not have thought of asking for too much money, or maybe not even a single gold coin, if it was controlled.

Perrant pulled the bowstring and shot three sharp arrows, once again attracting the attention of the black dragon, and the two elves ran lightly across the swamp like water birds, dragging it in turn, but this behavior was undoubtedly very dangerous, and Perrant was burned by the acid, and his hair was braided, which almost ruined his face and eyes.

Glenn had now broken free from the anaconda's warm embrace with the help of the caster, and his dagger stabbed into the anaconda's mouth, parting it to the point where it fell softly to the sides, "Crossbow arrow." The black-haired spellcaster said.

The thief paused, and immediately drew the crossbow and arrows he had obtained from the gnome and mounted them.

"Shoot in the direction of the skull. Said the soul of the other world.

"It's a burst bolt. But I don't know if it can work on a dragon's head. ”

It's not it that works. The otherworldly soul thought, he waved his arm and cast a spell, which caused a violent wind, which swept up the ubiquitous edelweiss flowers in the snow-covered swamp, causing them to take over the sky like snowflakes, and the black dragon glanced curiously, and then sneezed fiercely.

"Now. ”

Well, Gülen said in his heart, and then he raised his crossbow and shot the bolt in prayer.

To his disappointment, the bolt had just burst into a small flame on the dragon's cheek, as he had imagined, but before he could put it down, he felt the air vibrate wildly.

A violent explosion that could hurt a dragon sent him flying. (To be continued.) )