Located in the Northern Kingdoms, the vast sea to the west of the Green Field, was the place where Blackshia and Garen had hidden.
This place was known as the Narrow Sea on the map. Although it was not as famous as the Sea of Stars or the Southern Sea, there were still countless floating islands. If one looked carefully, they would find traces of primitive activities here.
Airadia's primitive people were not the unenlightened humans in the traditional sense. Instead, they were a completely independent humanoid species. Their standard body size was much larger than humans. Their eyes were small, their mouths were big, and their body hair was lush. Although their intelligence was lower than humans, it was not fatal. They also had their own unique language.
The primitive people of the Narrow Sea lived among the scattered islands. They relied on fishing, gathering fruits, and raising meat worms in caves to maintain their lives. If the wind and sea conditions were good, they would immediately row their boats to the coastal areas and rob the coastal tribes.
Just as Caesar was making a ruckus about the construction of the Northern Lands and the birth of capitalism for the feudal system, a small team of barbarians rowed across the sea and landed on the shore. This time, they did not loot everything they saw. Instead, they behaved themselves and went straight to the Northern Lands, requesting to meet with the supreme ruler of the land.
At this time, the Black Dragon was no longer the lazy little dragon cub from before. Under normal circumstances, the Black Emperor was not someone you could meet whenever you wanted. However, this time was an exception. The visitors were from a foreign race. Caesar guessed that they might be people who came to talk about cooperation or people who came to seek refuge.
Therefore, in the spacious hall of the Rhine Palace, the Black Dragon received the visitors. After seeing the primitive people, if it were not for the fact that they did not have wings, Caesar would have thought that the Flying Apes had come to visit again.
What appeared in his eyes was a group of small giants who were all more than two and a half meters tall. They were all muscular, covered in hair, and wrapped in uncut beast fur. Their heads were shrouded in black hair, and only their thick mouths could be seen. Even their eyes could not be seen.
Logically speaking, the Rhine Palace did not allow outsiders to bring weapons in. However, look at the shabby things these fellows were holding.
Each of them had a wooden mallet …
After the Battle Lizardmen reported to them, Caesar let them come in.
However, before the two sides could speak, Luna was the first to lay on Black Dragon's neck and whispered to him, "Caesar, the wooden club in the leader's hand is a magical weapon. It's very powerful."
Hmm?
Caesar straightened his body and stared at the person who had just arrived.
How could such a despicable primitive have such a powerful magical weapon?
Luna's perception would not be wrong.
"Outsiders, where did you come from, and why did you come?"
Caesar glanced at the primitive leader who bowed to him and said. According to the inspection device, these guys were similar to the orcs and had good basic qualities.
However, the leader in front of him was much stronger than the other primitive men. Although he still could not pose any threat to Caesar, he might be able to fight on par with Ryan and Casia.
"Arnold, my name is Arnold."
When he said this, the guy put the wooden mallet behind his back. Caesar guessed that this was a kind of etiquette of the primitive men. "I am the leader of the primitive tribe, the King of the Narrow Sea, the loyal servant of the Black Blood God. I have traveled a long distance from the island across the sea to meet you, Dragon King Caesar, the most powerful man in the North."
Airadia knew that it was very strange for the primitive men to speak the common language. Their vocabulary was short, and their words were vague. People could not help but laugh. However, Caesar did not laugh, nor did he respond. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Luna to ask for her opinion.
The primitive man mentioned a god, which attracted Caesar's attention. However, in his knowledge, there was no god named "Black Blood". Of course, this could be another name for a certain god.
Luna shook her head at him. Obviously, she did not know which god he was referring to.
"You have already met him."
Caesar said. After confirming that the other party was a follower of a certain god, the Black Dragon's attitude was not as friendly as before. "Now, tell me why you are here."
"I am here to deliver a message on behalf of my master. Dragon King Caesar, you have gained the favor of my master," the primitive man said in a low voice.
"As long as you pay ten thousand people, you will be lucky enough to become a follower of His Majesty Malar. If you are good enough, you can even become His Majesty Malar's Chosen."
Arnold's face was serious, and he finished his words confidently.
The temperature in the Rhine Palace immediately rose. The fierce murderous aura crisscrossed in the field, and the Firebird roared. The black dragon really stood up and looked down at this group of ugly and ridiculous primitive people. "The people who paid ten thousand, are you sleep-talking?
Primitive men. "
So it was Malar.
Caesar remembered that Malar was a primitive god who was addicted to hunting and killing. His job rank was the God of Hunting, and there was a description of "Black Blood Beast" in his alias. His original body was a bloody primitive beast, and his appearance was like a strong and agile big cat with dark bloodstained fur.
An evil god with weak divine power.
It was not known whether these words were Malar's original words or the primitive man's miscommunication. Not to mention the Black Dragon, if these words were used to persuade anyone, it would only have the opposite effect.
But thinking about it, a barbaric god and a group of self-righteous primitive men were a perfect match.
Although Arnold did not know how to speak, it did not mean that he was stupid. So when he saw that the Black Dragon was about to get angry and was obviously dissatisfied, he quickly made a concession and put forward a request that he thought was the second best.
They asked to build a temple of the God of Hunting in the northern countries to develop believers. Of course, this required the consent and help of the Dragon King. After all, the primitive men did not have money.
Caesar opened his mouth slightly, revealing his steel fangs that were as sharp as guillotines. "Primitive man, if you still want to live, I advise you to disappear from my sight as soon as possible. Now, take your people and get the hell out of here."
The Black Dragon had been in a good mood recently, but now it was completely messed up. He did not know whether these guys were arrogant or ignorant. God knew how much confidence and courage Malar had given them, and it disgusted Caesar.
"Okay."
Arnold took a deep breath. He made so many unreasonable requests, but this guy could still keep calm. "Since you are not willing, my master will not force you. Let's make a deal. You help my master complete three things, and my master will fulfill one wish for you."
What wish could a god with weak divine power fulfill?
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"Roar!"
No one knew what the Dragon King said, but in the next moment, it let out a terrifying roar, and the Rhin Palace instantly turned into a lightning purgatory. "I'll send you back to your master now. After Malar revives you, come and talk to me again!"
At the same time, a storm appeared.