They stood at the edge of Blackwing's Lair. There were a total of a hundred envoys that had gone to pay a visit to the Black Dragon Overlord. Among these people, only three of them were emissaries that had been ordered to negotiate. The rest were actually combat personnel.
If a conflict really broke out, a hundred people would not be able to cause any trouble in Blackwing's Lair. However, this would at least allow the diplomatic mission to have some self-preservation power and delay the inevitable.
Yes, as long as the mission did not collapse, it would be fine. There were archmages in this diplomatic mission, and they were also prepared with magical items. If something really went wrong, they would be able to open a void portal.
The Elven Forest troops behind them were already prepared for battle. If things really went that far, the Elven King would be able to respond immediately and provide support.
Garcia was well-prepared, as if he was facing a great enemy. The battle had not even begun, but he had already mobilized so many people.
After all, no matter what, the opponent was still a Pentashade Dragon, and the perception of Pentashade Dragons was deeply ingrained in the minds of other intelligent races. Garcia had to consider some unexpected situations.
The emissary said something to the patrolling gnolls outside, then waited in silence with a contemptuous attitude.
In his opinion, apart from the Legendary Dragons, all other True Dragons apart from the Gold Dragons and the Silver Dragons were not worthy of respect. Asking to meet an evil Pentashade Dragon in such a manner was simply laughable. The other party was not even a Red Dragon with the Pentashade Crown!
Although the Tiya elves were a kind race, not all of them held the same view as the Elven King. As descendants of elves from ancient times, it was difficult for them to bow down to other creatures.
Of course, the Tiya elves could not blame their own leader, so they could only blame the forest fairies. These ignorant, foolish, and weak forest fairies …
However, complaints aside, orders still had to be carried out. The emissary knew that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. He had to think of a way to bring his people back home, so he quickly adjusted his attitude and put his personal feelings to the back of his mind, waiting quietly.
Soon, the gnoll that had left returned, exchanging a few words with its companion in gnoll. It did not lead the way, but simply stepped aside and stared at the diplomatic mission.
Fortunately, Magushir had given them a map.
In order to reach the treetop fortress, they first had to cross the Green Field River. Before they arrived, they first heard the sound of surging water. It sounded like the roar of a nine-headed lizard. The emissary saw that there were quite a few tributaries in the Green Field River, some of them clearly showing signs of being opened up.
These evil clans actually knew how to create rivers?
Looking at the turbid and swirling river, this thought flashed through the Emissary's mind. His heart palpitated slightly. Blackwing's Nest seemed to be different from what he had imagined.
However, the matter at hand was more important and the emissary did not have time to think too deeply about it.
To be honest, the weather today was terrible. As they got closer, the treetop fortress appeared in the storm like a tall ghost.
As the elves got closer, uneasiness grew in their hearts. They seemed to be able to smell the terrifying Black Dragon's scent in the rain. The strong wind was filled with a suppressive smell. Before they left, King Casia had shown them the Black Dragon Lord's appearance. It was a drawing based on Chimera Magushir's oral description.
After three years, had it become stronger?
The emissary looked around and found that the surrounding forest was densely packed with countless wyvern lairs. Pairs of red eyes, cunning and cruel, stared at them through the rain, full of greed.
Although these evil wyverns didn't attack, they still caused people to shudder.
"Caleb, you have to be careful."
Not long ago, the messenger still clearly remembered His Majesty Casia's instructions. "All of the Pentashade Dragons are evil species that are greedy and ruthless. They are temperamental, their emotions fluctuate, and their egos are extremely high. A careless word can cause them to fly into a rage.
Moreover.
Dragons rarely have the concept of guest authority. Since you are here as an emissary, you must be careful. Do not touch the dragon's authority and self-esteem. "
"I know the nature of dragons. Please rest assured, Your Majesty.
No matter what, I will not let you down. "
All the young, unmated male elves in the Elven Forest loved King Casia Whisperwind. Therefore, even if there were some complaints about this matter, Caleb would definitely do his best to complete the order.
A lone gnoll walked out of the treetop fortress, holding a weapon in its hand. It stood there and coldly looked at the visiting emissary group, allowing the rain to pour down on it.
Caleb had lived for nearly three hundred years and had seen many things. He could see that the gnoll was powerful, and naturally recognized the legendary weapon in its hand.
The Elven emissary's mouth was wide open, his arms trembling uncontrollably. He had not seen the legendary Black Dragon Emperor, but all his understanding of true dragons had collapsed.
Weren't dragons all greedy for wealth and treasures? How could they possibly bestow such a legendary weapon to their kin? Even the freaks of the dragon species, the famous anomalies in history, would never do such a thing.
Could it be that everything before was a rumor, and the master of Blackwing's Nest was not a dragon?
That was impossible. Magus Hill had clearly seen it before.
In the end, Caleb still did not understand what was going on. The group stopped temporarily, waiting for the emissary group to catch up.
After watching for a while, Hogg opened the heavy door of the treetop fortress and nodded to the emissary group, indicating that they could enter the true core area of Blackwing's Nest.
The Black Dragon Lord that they had been looking forward to finally appeared in front of the emissary group.
No matter how much he despised the Pentashade Dragons, even if he had seen Caesar's portrait, when faced with the Dragon Lord that he had to look up at ninety degrees, Caleb lost his words. All his bold words slipped into a hole of shame, and he trembled all over.
Only when one saw it with their own eyes could they feel the fear that spread from their bones to their whole body.
The leader of the flying dragons, who was obviously talented and cruel, was now as obedient as a quiet kitten, quietly crawling at the feet of the Black Dragon Lord. The contrast in size and posture made it even more dramatic.
In the hall of the Emerald Palace, Caleb braced himself and bowed, "Greetings, legendary Dragon Lord.
I am an emissary sent by the Elven Forest to visit our neighbors.
Your Majesty, I represent the Tiya Elves, the Giant Eagles, the Chimeras … "
This fellow's opening speech was long and complicated, and Caesar was not interested in listening. He stared at the emissary group, his scarlet eyes immediately causing unease and vigilance.
"Emissary, I know why you are here."
The Black Dragon grinned and laughed silently, going straight to the point in the manner that evil dragons were best at. "A few days ago, the Elven Forest sent a powerful army in an attempt to attack Blackwing's Nest.
"After that, their sneaky actions were discovered by my subordinates, and they immediately went berserk. Without any explanation, they attacked my kin, causing the people of Blackwing's Nest to pay a heavy price."