Carolina left excitedly.

Take 25,000 Blackwing's Lair Intermediate Monster Warriors and teleport away through any door.

Originally, there were two hundred and twelve dragon beasts, and according to one dragon beast in exchange for one hundred intermediate monster warriors, it should be twenty-one thousand two hundred.

However, Udi was happy, so he generously made it up for Carolina.

Of course, he also reminded that these monster warriors eat a lot.

Carolina didn't care about this, mid-level monsters, strong strength, it was normal to eat more, and the twenty-five thousand plus the more than eight thousand that she had taken away before, there were only more than thirty thousand monsters in total, which was nothing for the huge size of the Crimson Nest.

Since the other party doesn't care anymore, so be it.

In the Black Castle.

A metal drake and a five-colored drake were asleep.

Wu Di looked down on the group of dragon beasts and swept them one by one, and the brown and yellow dragon eyes showed a satisfied expression.

I have to say that the metal dragon beasts stolen by Carolina are of high quality, and there are dozens of adult metal dragon beasts that have reached the high level, and a few of them have even reached the peak of the high level and are on the verge of breaking through.

There are no top-tier drakes.

Maybe it wasn't stolen, or maybe there weren't top-level dragon beasts on the Dragon Beast Island at all.

Udi tends to the latter, after all, the top dragon beasts have a huge amount of food, and it is impossible for the metal dragon group to keep it for hundreds of years, or a group. Moreover, the dragon beast that has reached this level is not weak, if it is constantly tied to a small island, will it suppress its nature and lead to bad consequences?

Therefore, Udi guessed that these top-level dragon beasts were probably released into the wild by metal dragons.

In the midst of Udi's thoughts, in the main hall of the Dragon Castle, one dragon beast after another woke up from the transformation of the Void Bloodline.

The dragon beast that woke up saw that he was in a strange environment, there were a large number of dragon beasts around, and there was a huge black dragon full of oppression in the front looking down on him, and he suddenly roared and was at a loss, and he was confused for a while.

Suddenly, the invisible and huge dragon power swept through the space, and all the dragon beasts were terrified, and they bowed their heads in low voices under the oppression of powerful homologous beings.

Seeing that the scene was under control, the Black Dragon Lord turned his head, looked at the maid beside him, and ordered,

"Sophia, these dragon beasts will be handed over to you to take care of, if you don't have enough manpower, you can mobilize all the guards and maids of the Black Castle at will."

"Yes." Sophia nodded, but looking at the nearly three hundred dragon beasts of all sizes on the field, a pressure arose.

Especially a few of the high-level peak dragon beasts, Sophia doubted that if they attacked her, she would be able to survive.

Although she got the master's family contract a few years ago, her cultivation talent is really average, and now she is only level twelve. Many of the dependents who were at the same time or even later than Sophia, and who did not sign a contract, have now reached the advanced level.

And this is because as the head maid, she eats relatively high-grade ingredients, and she always serves the Black Dragon Lord closely, and she has been exposed to the bloodline for a long time.

Otherwise, the level will be lower.

Sophia brings the question to the table.

Udi thought about it for a while, and there were indeed some hidden dangers.

Although this group of dragon beasts has obtained the Void Bloodline, it takes time for wisdom to develop and grow, and they are still unwise beasts in a short period of time.

What if one day you are hungry and can't control your animal nature, and you eat the hard-working little maid?

Most dragon beasts don't have the strength to do this, but those dozens of high-grade metal dragon beasts must be a little cautious.

Metal dragons are kind, but metal dragons are beasts, and they cannot be compared with the camp and character of metal dragons.

"Then let Bertha, Isha, and Ava help you."

The white-feathered owl-tailed female crane 'Bertha', one of the first to follow Udey's dependents, had high-level strength at the beginning of the follow, and now after more than ten years, the biological level has also reached the sixteenth high level. As a wind-type crane monster with speed specialization, in terms of speed and reaction, ordinary nineteenth-level creatures are not as fast as Bertha.

Ava is the leader of the Black Feather Harpy Banshee clan, with excellent talents, and she has also cultivated the qi and blood profession 'Blood Banshee', but the time is still short, and her main strength is still relying on reaching the fifteenth level of creatures.

Isha is the leader of the Harpy Banshee clan of Myofret, who is no worse than Ava, and also has a bloody banshee profession. However, because it was a few years shorter than Ava's time to enter the Black Castle, it was only level fourteen now, and it was still a little bit of accumulation before it could break through to the master level.

When Sophia heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Bertha, Ava, and Isha are still clear about their strength, Sophia is still clear, with the three of them, plus the cooperation of a large number of dragonborn servants and dragonborn maids, these dragon beasts can't make waves.

Sophia, who took over the task of taking care of the dragon beast, began to get busy.

Udi didn't go back to continue cultivating spells for the time being.

The arbitrary door opened, and the black dragon stepped out of the blackwing's lair.

South China Sea, offshore.

The huge light gate was suspended in the air, and the huge black dragon flew out of it, quickly turning into a dragonman form.

After inflicting invisibility on himself and breathing, the dragonman Udi flew in a certain direction.

A moment later, Udi stopped over an offshore island, looking down below.

The islands below are damp and muddy, with an abundance of water.

Oval wooden houses stand above the water.

In these small oval wooden houses, from time to time come out of the Shahua fish people.

Obviously, this is a village of shaved fishmen.

Udi unleashed his spiritual power unscrupulously, and the spiritual power of a high-level spellcaster level was enough to envelop this small island.

Soon, Udi screened the target he needed, and his figure flashed.

In a nondescript fish-man cabin, a half-sized fish-man boy is priing open shellfish and scraping the flesh to prepare today's food.

Silently, Udi fell in front of the fish-man boy, and the other party was stunned for a moment, and then knelt on the ground in horror.

"Don't kill me, sir." The fish-man boy trembled and spoke the language of the Sawa fish-man clan.

Udi has a verbal understanding of spells and passiveness, so he can naturally understand what the fish-man boy says, but it is precisely because of this that Udi is a little surprised.

"I thought you were screaming and shouting at your people." Udi grinned.

"My lord, because I know that if I do this, then I will definitely die." The fish-man boy trembled a little, and his tone was nervous.

"Interesting, a good seedling." Uddy laughed.

The fish-man boy heard the laughter of the majestic dragonman in the pitch-black scale armor in front of him, and he was nervous and glad for a moment, and reminded,

"Your Excellency, you might be able to attract other fish-people here."

Udi stopped laughing and said casually, "Don't worry, I've set up an enchantment here. Boy, I think you're good, qualified, how about being my servant. ”

The fish-man boy was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted, knowing that he had encountered an opportunity, he knelt down without hesitation, and said excitedly,

"I do!"

Udi let out an incomprehensible laugh, and a drop of blood and the molten old dragon scales formed a family contract with the sharp scales of the scales, and disappeared into the fish-man boy's mind.

"Eat more meat in the future, work hard to become stronger, and develop your own fish-man tribe." Udi smiled.

Although the fish-man boy didn't know why the black-scaled dragonman in front of him let him eat more, he was puzzled when he heard that the other party wanted to let him develop his own tribe.

This tribe of fish-people is not its own. No, the master meant to make it the leader of this fish-man tribe.

The fish-man boy reacted quickly, and was about to speak, when a sharp pain came from his blood and bone marrow.

The transformation of the dragon vein has begun.

Udi glanced at the fish-man boy who fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, his figure disappeared, and he came to the hatching room of the fish-man tribe, and randomly put some dragon blood for the dense fish eggs in the hatchery room to absorb.

After doing this, any door appeared in front of Udi, and then he stepped into it and disappeared, and in the process, the Shahua fish-man warrior guarding outside the hatchery did not notice anything unusual.

In the next moment, Udi appeared in the sky, continuing to search for the nearby Shahua fish-man tribe.

Every time he searches for a Sawah fish-man village, Udi will use his mental power to search for a fish-man with good potential, and then contract them into his own dependents, and then go to the tribe's hatchery to spread the power of the void.

Among the contract dependents, some fishmen are as weak as the fish-man boy before them, and their status in the tribe is low, but there are also fishmen who are not weak, intermediate, or even high-level, and their status is also very high, either the most powerful warrior of the tribe, or the leader of the tribe, and the tidal sacrifice.

In a short period of time, Udi had contracted more than a dozen Shahua fishmen as dependents, and at the same time, tens of millions of fish eggs had absorbed the meager Void Dragon Blood.

Above the sea, Udi, who was invisible in the form of a dragonman, muttered to himself,

"With these seeds, it's almost enough."

As a black dragon, a true dragon with water attributes, how can there be no water dependents?

Before, the strength was not enough, and the sea area was relatively dangerous, so Udi Cai never took action.

Now that the strength has come up, the continent has begun to be chaotic again, and Wu Di thought of this matter, and then his heart moved, and he came to the sea area.

"Before the abyss becomes a lord to control the abyss city, it is only a temporary place to settle, and there is no clue about the new material plane coordinates. Then you can only open a base in the Tarr plane. Udi muttered to herself.

The sea area of the Taal plane accounts for nearly eighty percent of the entire plane world.

To some extent, the resources of the Taar Sea far exceed those of land.

And Udi's choice of the Sawa Fishman for the contract is to take a fancy to the huge war development potential of the Sawa Fishman.

It only takes one year for the Sawa Fishman to mature from a fish egg to a Sawa Fishman with combat effectiveness, and it takes six years to grow into a qualified Sawa Fishman warrior.

In terms of growth speed, the Shahua Fishman is not as good as the Goblin and the Kobold, after all, the Goblin can have combat power in a month or two, and the Kobold will last a little longer, but it will not be much worse.

However, in terms of reproductive ability, the Sawa Fishman far surpasses the likes of Goblins.

A female Sahua-fish-man can lay hundreds or thousands of eggs at a time, which is a terrifying number of births that goblins and kobolds will never be able to achieve.

Of course, just because you lay so many eggs doesn't mean that you can grow them properly. In the tradition of the Sawa Fish-People, each tribe will have a unified hatching room, and all fish eggs will hatch in the hatching room.

The appearance of the newly hatched larvae is only the form of a fish, and there are no limbs.

The Fish-People do not provide any food for these larvae, so these larvae will be brutally slaughtered in the hatchery, and they will grow by killing and eating other larvae. In this process, a very small number of the larvae with unstable bloodline genes will mutate, mutating into strange shapes such as four arms, white skin, and serrated shark heads.

When there are only a few dozen to hundreds of surviving semi-mature larvae left in the hundreds of thousands of larvae in an entire hatchery, the female fishmen of the Sawa fish-man tribe will enter the hatchery and take their children through their breath to raise them.

But this is just an ordinary fishman, if it is a mutant fishman, it will be cultivated as a tribal elite, and the female fishman cannot take it away.

The above is some interesting information left by a certain black dragon ancestor.

In these inheritances, there are even some secrets about the Sawa Fish-Man clan.

For example, their patron deity was created by them themselves—through a long period of sacrifices, prayers, and mad faith, a deity named Sekra was created.

Sekra takes the form of a large, crazy shark that has had an insatiable hunger since its creation.

And in order to quench the hunger of Sekra, the tribe of Shahua fishmen who believe in Sekra will hold regular sacrificial ceremonies and pray for the mad deity to be quiet.

"Sekra, endless hunger. That's quite true. Udi smiled.

With a flash of light, the huge black dragon's true body appeared in the sky above the sea, and any door appeared, and in the next moment, the black dragon disappeared.

The seeds have already been sown, and as a sower, you just need to be patient for a while.

"Kill!"

"Chop off their heads for me!"

"Roar!"

In the eastern part of the continent, known as the Plains of Blood War by the Crimson Lair and the human camp, millions of monsters have launched a charge.

On the other side, the human legions, orc legions, dwarven legions, and stragglers formed by some adventurers also launched a charge to the sound of earth-shattering drums.

Arrows rained down, piercing the bodies of low-level monsters.

Fighting spirit, blood, pure strength, the warriors on the side of the human camp raised their giant swords and broadswords, slaughtering low-level monsters like cutting melons and vegetables.

Above the battlefield, at an altitude of 100,000 meters, the legendary green dragon Clever and the bronze dragon knight Diengbaie were fighting.

Dragon's breath, dragon's chant, power, and spells.

The terrifying vibration and destructive power tore through countless white clouds, and several legendary forces were vented in the sky, and even suppressed the fighting sound of the army below for a while.

An hour later.

On the battlefield, an army of millions of monsters was slaughtered, at least two or three hundred thousand.

The human camp was still excited, shouting and killing.

Carolina, the red dragon who turned into a dragonman, stood behind the monster army, looked at this scene with a sneer, and ordered to the red-scaled dragonman dependents beside her,

"Let the Black Wing Legion strike."

"Yes, sir." The red-scaled dragonman replied respectfully, waved his wide wings behind his back, and flew towards the rear.

In the end, it fell in the simple camps, and the dragon wings were put away.

"The Mondo Commander of the Black Wing Legion quickly came out and received the order!"

In the shouts of the red-scaled dragons, the vibration of footsteps came from the central camp, and a dark green giant with a height of nine meters bent out of the camp, staring at yellow-green eyes that were bigger than the bathtub,

"Who's calling Mondo?" The dark green giant's urn sound urn qi path is none other than the leader of the bone-shattering trolls, Mondo.

The red-scaled dragon man couldn't help but glance at this exaggerated big man a few more times, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

It's a strong physique, and it's a big muscle.

"Commander Mondo, Lord Carolina has let you enter the battlefield." The red-scaled dragon man said in a polite tone.

The exaggerated degree of mutation of the troll in front of him, although it is only fifteen, is only the level of the first master, but the terrifying size and the recovery ability of the troll's metamorphosis make the other party extremely difficult and powerful.

Anyway, at level sixteen, it was not sure that it would be able to win against this troll leader.

"War? Mondo got it. ”

The dark green troll lowered his head and glanced at the red-scaled dragonman, then looked up to the sky, opened his bloody mouth, and roared,

"Cubs, come out and fight!"

The thunderous roar made the eardrums of the red-scaled dragon man who was close in front of him tingle a little, and he was a little more jealous of the troll leader under the command of Lord Carolina.

Mondo ignored the powerful red-scaled dragonman, beckoned the rapidly assembled Blackwing Legion, and acted directly as the vanguard, striding towards the battlefield ahead.

According to the order, the more than 30,000 Black Wing Legions only dispatched 10,000 monster warriors this time.

However, it was the addition of these 10,000 Black Wing Warriors that allowed the originally somewhat collapsed monster army to quickly stabilize.

On the battlefield, the nine-meter-tall dark green trolls strode forward, followed by a group of different breeds of trolls five or six meters high, and further behind, there were two or three meter-tall goblins, goblins, kobolds, bear goblins, and gnolls, each of which had a minimum of five levels, and individual monsters even reached the advanced level.

The more than 30,000 black-winged warriors who traded in the past, except for Mondo as the commander, the rest of them are all intermediate, and the reason why there are many high-level monsters born now is only because of the harsh war environment and the potential stimulated by enough flesh and blood, so as to break through to the high-level.

Whatever the circumstances, the danger of killing, life and death, is one of the best ways to promote the potential of life itself to stimulate growth.

"Roar!"

The seven or eight meter-long super giant special mace that Mondo was holding in his hand, and with a sweep, a group of human warriors in front of him fused into a piece of meatloaf along with the armor they were wearing.

After a few sticks went down, there was an extra iron-clad flesh and blood cake around them, which made the warriors standing in front of Mondo feel frightened, and they fled frantically, causing a local small-scale rout for a time.

The movement here soon attracted the powerhouses of the human camp.

A human master-level powerhouse rushed directly with a giant sword, trying to stop the slaughter of this dark green troll.

"Stop, your opponent is me!" The human master-level powerhouse roared angrily, the light on the giant sword flashed, and the surging fighting qi instantly condensed into a dozen meters of fighting qi slashing, slashing down.

Mondo stopped slaughtering the human warriors, turned around and sneered, and did not dodge the attacking fighting spirit, and the super mace directly smashed hard.

As a last resort, this human powerhouse had no choice but to stop slashing and dodging the mace's attack first.

The mace missed, smashed into the ground, and blasted out a huge pit of dirt.

In the midst of the smoke and dust, the eyes of the human master powerhouse flashed, and he quickly approached, and the giant sword in his hand slashed at Mondo's neck, and the moment the weapon touched the flesh and blood, the human powerhouse was overjoyed.

Got it!

As long as the troll's head is cut off, even if the troll will not die, it will not be conscious during the recovery of the growth head, and during this time period, it will be able to completely exhaust the opponent's energy and die after losing the ability to recover.

Aside from fire and sulfuric acid, this is the most conventional way to kill trolls.

Qiang~!

In the stunned gaze of this human master-level powerhouse, the giant sword was stuck in the thick muscular neck.

Patches of pitch-black dragon scales quietly appeared on Mondo's neck, and it was these dragon scales that suddenly appeared that hindered the swing of the giant sword.

The human powerhouse's face changed slightly, and he wanted to pump the giant sword, but Mondo's muscles tensed all over his body, and he burst out with terrifying power, making the giant sword not move at all.

In terms of power comparison, Mondo at this moment is enough to be compared to subspecies giants of the same level. And giants, even sub-giants, are also the spokesperson race of hegemony.

At the same level, except for the red dragon and the blue dragon, the rest of the five-colored dragons were inferior to the six true giants such as the Storm Giant in terms of pure strength.

The dragon is called the perfect creature, which means that it has no shortcomings in all aspects, and can fly into the sea and do anything.

And the true giants can't fly before the legend, and when they reach the legend, they are not good at flying, their flying speed is very slow, and they don't have the powerful and terrifying dragon breath, and they don't have the powerful dragon power to suppress them.

In this case, the true giant can fight the dragon by relying on pure brute force that is full.

The use of pure brute force requires a terrifying body to carry terrifying brute force, so the body of giants is often very powerful, strong enough to resist the dragon's breath without dying.

Realizing that the weapon could not be drawn, the human master-level powerhouse immediately made the best choice, directly giving up the weapon, and then fleeing backwards.

No weapons, and a fart.

However, just as the human master-level powerhouse had just escaped a few steps, a huge fist with a layer of blood light on the surface directly slammed into his body at a terrifying speed.

The fighting spirit of the protective body was directly exploded, followed by the explosion of bones and flesh, and this human master-level powerhouse died directly under the giant fist.

Mondo withdrew his fist and snorted disdainfully.

Striding forward, he picked up the human master-level corpse whose flesh and blood were blurred like mud, and threw it directly into the mouth of the blood basin and swallowed it.

The master-level human body contains a lot of energy, although it is not comparable to the huge top-level monsters, but it is also the best food for Mondo.

After killing and eating the obstructionist, Mondo continued to charge.

However, it was not without brains, knowing that if it killed a master-level powerhouse, it would definitely be targeted by the human camp, so it leaned towards a top-level wurm in the Crimson Lair camp.

The wurm, who was covered in yellow scales, noticed Mondo who was leaning over, and when he saw that it was his side, he didn't care, and continued to trample and kill humans, orcs, and dwarves, and his powerful strength was undoubtedly revealed.

With the addition of 10,000 Blackwing Monster Legions, the direction of the war gradually changed, and the monster side began to regain from the disadvantage, and gradually gained some upper hand.

An hour later, with the sound of trumpets from both camps, the war came to a temporary end.

During the truce.

Carolina, as the commander of this war, naturally had to count the number of monster deaths.

"Nearly 300,000 low-level monsters died, about 1,100 middle-level monsters died, thirty-five high-level monsters died, and one master-level monster died."

The Redscaled Dragonmen report the casualties of the war.

Carolina frowned slightly, "Which is the dead master monster?" ”

"It's the Earth Dragon 'Plath'." The red-scaled dragonman said.

As soon as she heard that it was still a powerful wurm, Carolina's original joy at this small victory in the war suddenly disappeared.

No matter how many low-level monsters die, the Crimson Nest doesn't care.

As long as there are not too many casualties among mid-to-high-level monsters, the Crimson Nest can withstand it.

But the death of each and every one of the master-level monsters is a big loss for the Crimson Nest.

In a war where legends can't end, every master is especially important.

At this time, the Blackwing Legion was in the camp.

The brazier rises, and the Blackwing Monster Warriors cheer and eat the roast.

These barbecued meats are, naturally, monsters and human corpses that died in the war during the day.

In the middle of the camp, a nine-meter-tall dark green troll hummed a little song from the city of monsters and turned his mace on the campfire.

On the mace, there was a hideous dragon head several meters in size - it was the top-level earth dragon that fought side by side with Mondo.

When it was almost roasted, Mondo brought the mace close to him, and directly bit a large piece of dragon head meat with a big mouth.

After a few chews, the flesh of the earth dragon is very full and chewy.

Mondo ate to his heart's content.

In the end, because the flesh of the Earth Dragon companion was too much, Mondo was very generous to share it with the other Blackwing Monster Warriors.

"Commander Mondo, I remember this is Lord Plath." A big brother asked, scratching his head.

"Uh, it seems, right?" Mondo, who was working hard, was a little confused, and to be honest, he really didn't remember the name of the earth dragon.

But it doesn't matter, it won't forget about the other party anytime soon.

The meat was so delicious, and it was able to withstand the attacks of the enemy's strong companions, and it would make Mondo remember it for at least a few years.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, a year passed.

The nest of the black wings, the black castle, and the dark square, the dragon's groaning is not stopped.

More than 300 dragons of various colors gathered in the pitch-black square, which was several times larger, and fought in the huge rings.

Fighting in pairs, the dragon who won the battle stepped down, and the dragon warlock recovered from his injuries and waited for the next one.

The losing dragon walked to the other side in despair, the loser's platform.

"Damn, these newcomers are too strong, it's not fair, they're much older than us." Kevin the Green Dragon was a little indignant.

By Kevin's side are the second brother Geller and the fifth sister Yulia.

As for the third brother Said. Following Kevin's line of sight, in the winners' group opposite, a strong green dragon with a body length of more than eight meters was talking and laughing with two 'golden dragons' and 'red dragons' that were not inferior to it.

"Saeed, a traitor!" Kevin gritted his teeth and growled.

In the distance, the green dragon Saeed noticed the jealous gaze cast by his eldest brother and snorted softly.

Saeed expressed great disdain for his siblings.

The scum dragon who has not obtained the blood of the Black Dragon King is not worthy of its heart that is destined to become the Green Dragon King.

Retracting his gaze, Said continued to talk to his friends, a 'Golden Dragon' and a 'Red Dragon', about how they fought.

It's a weird scene.

The cunning and suspicious green dragon, the arrogant red dragon, and the kind and arrogant golden dragon can talk together.

It's incredible.

And this is not just an isolated case.

In the huge dark square, there are dozens of dragon groups like Said, the golden dragon and the white dragon are shoulder to shoulder, the red dragon and the bronze dragon quarrel, and the black dragon and the brass dragon tell each other their ideals.

In the corner of the square, Kevin and a few other green dragons in a group, as well as a dozen white dragons in the distance, seemed a little different and out of place.

Why.

Because they are all real dragons.

And it is also a true dragon who can't suppress and control his own nature, and has not obtained the Void bloodline.

(End of chapter)