Reborn As A Evil Dragon

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And was so scared she even forgot to look.

The black dragon's dark yellow vertical eyes looked indifferently at the battlefield below. The next moment, It locked the target and dived directly towards the location of the Goblin High Priestess.

The speed is terrifying.

"High Priestess, quickly use the forbidden scroll!" Dilk hurriedly remembered.

"Yes, forbidden scroll!"

While the Goblin High Priestess's expression changed greatly, she also hurriedly cast a protective spell on herself then Goblin High Priestess hurriedly took out a khaki scroll.

But the Black Dragon felt something was wrong as he increased his speed to meximu.

Under the eyes of several people, Goblin High Priestess was about to activate the scroll of high magic.

Right as the high priestess was on the verge of activating the sole scroll of high magic—The sole memory she possessed of her mother was deeply cherished.—it happened. Babatos' dragon claw knocked her into the ground with a bang. As for the goblin warriors who were protecting the high priest, he flapped his dragon wings at will and they all flew out more than ten meters like a gourd rolling to the ground.

Babatos's dragon claws reached under the soil, and the Goblin High Priestess, who had countless broken bones in her body, She found herself ensnared in the dragon's talons after failing to deploy her last resort. Her consciousness slipped away the moment the dragon's claw connected with her.

Before leaving, Babatos glanced at Mundo, who was still enveloped in flames.

This guy was burned alive by the flames for several minutes. The energy in his body was almost exhausted, and he could no longer sustain his physical recovery several times.

If it had been half a minute later, these stupid guys would have turned into a puddle of ashes.

This is the horror of magic.

For beings who cannot control magic, the effects of spells are almost incomprehensible to them. (Note: The spell-like 'Plant Control' controlled by forest trolls is a natural ability, which does not mean they can control magic power.)

After all, he was also a general under his own command, and Babatos definitely couldn't watch him die in such an aggrieved manner.

A vibrating dragon wing flew in front of the opponent and caught him in the dragon's claws.

The dragon wings flapped again, rose into the air, and flew towards the Black Blood Valley without any hesitation.

And underneath, Skye also received his master's orders through his spiritual connection.

"Deal with the endgame, then integrate the Goblin tribe, and then all migrate to the Black Blood Valley."

"As you command, Master."

Skye responded through the mental connection.

After casually hammering down the few remaining berserk goblins with two sticks, it jumped to a high place and scanned the surrounding people with cold eyes. After the master arrived and captured the high priest, they had stopped fighting and stood there shivering. of goblins.

It was obviously the Goblin spellcaster who was supporting the Goblins in their battle. Now that only the spellcaster had been captured, this group of low-level monsters that were originally not very courageous and even some who were afraid of death had no intention of resisting.

The descent went smoothly.

But Skye felt like he was holding a fire in his heart.

"I'm still too weak." Skye said silently to himself, clenching the magic beast bone club in his hand.

Black Blood Valley, above the tribe.

I lowered my body and threw a huge pile of humanoid charcoal held by one of the dragon claws to the ground.

The female kobolds who were attracted by the silence in the tribe gathered carefully and looked up at their true dragon master with awe.

"Feed this big guy with flesh and blood, don't let him die."

After leaving these words, I took the Goblin High Priestess and left the tribe.

***

After he left, the dozens of female kobolds who gathered had the courage to walk up to the huge humanoid charcoal.

"It seems to be Lord Mondo?"

One of the female kobolds said a little uncertainty.

At this moment, Black Coke sat up suddenly. The sudden change immediately frightened these timid female kobolds, and they all retreated to the back of the wooden house.

"Mondo is so hungry."

The giant black charcoal who sat up opened and closed his big mouth, revealing huge yellow-white fangs.

The striking features of the troll's fangs were recognized by the large number of female kobolds hiding behind the wooden house.

"It turns out to be Lord Mondo."

"It's such a terrible injury. Even Lord Mondo, who is so powerful, was injured like this. I don't know how the leader is doing."

The kobolds erupted in whispers, panic, fear, fear.

The fear is that if Skye, the leader of the Black Blood Tribe, dies, what will happen to their Black Blood Tribe?

Will he be abandoned by the real dragon master?

The dark forest is full of dangers and there are many monsters of all kinds. If there is no strong leader to lead and the protection of the true dragon master, the end will be miserable.

However, no matter how panicked they were at this moment, these female kobolds began to work together to kill the hares and wild goats raised in the animal pens, and then fed them to the seriously injured Lord Mondo.

***

Dragon's Nest Waterfall Pool.

I landed on the ground, and the heavy tonnage of the dragon's body made the ground shake slightly.

The strengthening of each feast will transform and strengthen my body in all aspects, and the quality, density, nerve response, strength, resilience, speed, etc. of the body will be improved.

Now, with the blessing of the seventeenth-level feast, the strength of my dragon body is first-rate among intermediate monsters.

I lowered my head, released the dragon's claws, looked at the 'unconscious' Goblin High Priestess in the dragon's claws, and suddenly grinned ferociously,

"Goblin Spellcaster, are you going to play dead in front of a real dragon?"

The atmosphere was silent for two seconds.

The Goblin High Priestess in the dragon's claws still kept her eyes shut tightly, as if she had really passed out.

When I saw this, I stopped talking. I closed my dragon claws and was about to crush this woman to death on the spot.

Qiang~-

The sharp dragon fingers collided and made a metallic sound, but the figure originally lying in the dragon's claws disappeared.

The mud-stained high priestess forcibly lifted up her body with countless broken bones and stood up from the ground. It faced me, sighed deeply and said,

"Honored Marsh Son, High Priestess of the Greenwood Tribe, Danyla Daemoira sends you my sincere greetings."

Now she knew there was no point in using her trump card because in the swamp, the environment and water mana would severely damage the summon, fire elements generally would not choose such a very unfavorable place to fight. Additionally now she was looking at a dragon she knew even in the best conditions her summon won't be able to do much. 

Because the black dragon lives in swamp waters all year round and has the innate ability to influence the land and turn it into a swamp, the black dragon is usually regarded as the son / daughter of the swamp or the son or daughter of black water in the eyes of many intelligent monsters. This is both an honorific title and a manifestation of the black dragon's ability.

In this regard, I just looked at Danyla, now the hood that was covering her face  was gone. I could see her clearly and even I had to say She is 'beautiful' 

Never in my life I even thought I would describe a goblin beautiful but here she was in all her glory Her perfect snow light blue skin, her deep blue eyes, and her shiny blue long hair which were looking stunning, those long pointy ears, her face was something that can be only called 'perfect', a cute yet extremely beautiful face that made me stunned due to the sheer amount of beauty it had, finally gawking at her little red face for a few minutes I moved to check on her body.

My eyes fell on her breasts which weren't extremely big but a size that made them extremely alluring to look upon the C-cup, her body curves were extremely seductive as well, the perfect hourglass figure, damn just looking at her in that sexy tattered robes that highlighted all her curves my dragon has become hard. She was simply a gorgeous, maybe even better.

A beuity I had seen before, but on on the TV yes she yet another famle who was perfectly resembled Medea besides her light blue skin. 

Now with her looks I could finally say 'If I had a nickel for every time some forme here rambles a person from Type-Moon, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice'

No matter how gorgeous she looked I kept myself calm as I looked at her with calm eyes. I opened my ferocious dragon mouth and said in an indifferent tone, "Spellcaster, do you choose loyalty or death." In this time, I refrained from referring to her as a goblin, recognizing that such a label would be a significant affront to my future self.

Danyla was stunned for a moment, her expression changing unpredictably.

Although the weird black dragon in front of her didn't directly choose to kill it, she could guess what the other party was thinking.

However, as intelligent spellcasters who pursue the door of truth, she has yet to show any effects on the Goblin blood in her veins with a prideful personality. It is obviously difficult for her to lower her head and become a slave to other creatures.

Even if the object is a real dragon.

"It seems you chose death."

An indifferent voice came from above, and along with the violent sound of breaking wind, a strong smell of death enveloped Danyla.

At this moment, Danyla almost knelt down with the fastest stress response in her life, and the words in her mouth were faster than the incantations she recited during extreme spell casting.

"I am willing, I am willing, I am willing to be your servant! Your Slave! my lord"

The sharp dragon finger stopped on Danyla forehead, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from his forehead.

At one o'clock in the evening, the head of this wise spellcaster who is pursuing the door of truth would have exploded at least, that's how she thinks. 

Danyla swallowed, feeling a little cold all over.

Until now, the coldness of death has not receded from her blood.

I thought that as an intermediate spellcaster, and a half blood, she would negotiate some conditions and treat her with a little respect. But now it is clear that Danyla's pride as a spellcaster has been mercilessly crushed by the black dragon.

The subsequent dependent contract went smoothly.

Seeing Danyla's severe injuries, I gave her a few hours to rest before questioning it.

By the waterfall pool, I was lying on the ground. In front of him, Danyla, whose injury was slightly better after using magic to heal, took out a palm-sized gray cloth bag from her arms.

As Danyla thought, a copper box appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground.

Danyla respectfully stepped forward and opened the copper box.

Placed on the top level of the copper box is a beautiful wooden box.

The wooden box also exudes the slightest fluctuation of magic power. Obviously, this is not an ordinary wood material, but made of quite precious magic wood.

Magic wood is usually used to make staffs and magic scrolls.

Under the wooden box, there are a large number of silver coins, as well as scattered gold coins mixed with the silver coins.

I only glanced at the silver coins and then looked away, focusing all my attention on the wooden box, with a rare look of expectation in my eyes.

It is not magic metals with huge value such as magic silver coins and magic gold coins. These ordinary silver coins are not of much value to me.

Under my urging gaze, Danyla took the wooden box and held it in her hands, then opened she very carefully.

Several simple yellow animal skins lay quietly in the wooden box.

"Master, this is my most precious collection in decades, and it is also the most valuable treasure of our Green Forest Tribe!"

Danyla took out these ancient animal skins and unfolded them for me to see.

These ancient animal skins are covered with magic spells.

Fortunately, after the awakening of magic, more knowledge was revealed to me in the Dragon Heritage.

I read these magic incantations somewhat obscurely.

[First Tier: Weakness]

[First Tier: Group Low Level Madness]

[Second Tier: Spell Cover]

[Third Tier: Fireball]

In addition to the above four animal skins that record magic incantations, the color of the last animal skin is the most special, it is milky white, and the magic aura shrouded in it is also the strongest.

And I, who understood the meaning of the magic spell above, was also shocked.

The magic incantation on the top of the milk-white animal skin means - 

[Professional Book: Mage]

From the dragon inheritance, I gained a lot of knowledge.

But there are no various spells and professional inheritance.

Is it because the dragon looks down on spells and professional inheritance?

Obviously not, after all, many gods are using spells and professionals, and many have changed their professions into various powerful or rare professions.

The various and constantly improving professional systems are the brightest points of light hanging above the star world.

Powerful and aloof gods are chasing the end of their career paths and constantly opening up new paths, while ordinary beings in the astral world are trying to climb the paths traveled by their predecessors, hoping to reach the end of their careers one day.

However, the potential of the career path is so huge, but it is not without conditions.

The most basic prerequisite is to obtain the cultivation knowledge of the corresponding profession. After all, you have to know how to practice.

If you want to embark on the path of a mage, you can obtain the knowledge to become a mage from your own teacher and practice through teachings.

If you want to embark on career paths such as warrior, thief, druid, etc., the same principle applies.

And if there is no teacher's guidance, then there must be a [Professional Book], a magical prop that carries mysterious knowledge.

The more powerful and advanced the mysterious knowledge is, the more demanding the materials of the magic props required to carry it are.

Individual powerful and terrifying special occupations cannot even be recorded.

It is precisely because of this that the more powerful a professional inheritance is, the more likely it is to be buried in the long river of history as time goes by, and then gradually disappear.

There is no corresponding professional training in Dragon's inheritance, that's why.

Of course, although there is no professional inheritance, the dragon can obtain various powerful and practical spell-like abilities from the depths of its bloodline at each stage of growth. It can also be called dragon language magic, which is an extraordinary ability that only the dragon can display. , these abilities can be mastered naturally without learning, the same principle as the Warlock profession.

Mysterious knowledge is the core of the star world, and Dragon inheritance cannot directly grasp the core power of the star world. It can only be solidified through blood inheritance.

I looked at the white animal skin with bright eyes that recorded the knowledge of the mage's professional training.

I'm a little bit excited.

This thing is not particularly precious to the dragon. Basically, the dragon has enough ability to obtain the career book through various means after reaching adulthood.

Only those special professions that are powerful and rare can be said to be valuable and difficult to obtain.

But this is only not difficult for adult dragons. For the current me, it is obviously a good treasure.