Right now, Caesar had become a terrifying source of energy. The power driven by nuclear fusion coursed through his muscles and blood vessels, which indirectly caused some changes. The abundant energy pushed up the upper limit of the Black Dragon's soul. If one were to use a soul detection spell to examine it, they would find that Caesar's soul was much brighter and tougher than a normal dragon's.
It was no exaggeration to say that this Black Dragon had already surpassed the realm of mortals and taken a steady and solid step towards the realm of gods. And this was only the beginning …
Caesar opened his eyes and quickly found that something was wrong with his body.
As a dragon with a strong sense of vigilance, the expansion of his territory and the increase of his kin did not make the Black Dragon let down his guard. After gaining the Hunting Instinct, Caesar was extremely sensitive to malicious gazes. So, after an afternoon nap, Caesar quickly realized that he had fallen into malicious speculation.
This feedback made him voluntarily sink into the Dark Dream. At this moment, the miniature empire below the display case was completely shrouded in fog. Moreover, the fog was still invading the center, gradually reaching the borders of the Blackwing Empire.
After realizing this, Caesar ordered the spellcaster team to head to the Arcane Tower and activate active detection mode. However, the Warlock's Eyes projected by the Arcane Tower were unable to cross the empire's borders. At this moment, the outside of the empire was shrouded by a hidden force.
Caesar tried to fly to the borders and use his psionic energy to scan. Although his psionic energy detection made a certain breakthrough, after a certain distance, it was still pitch black. He could not completely penetrate the blockade from outside the borders.
This was not good news. Caesar was aware of the threat.
To be honest, the Black Dragon had been sufficiently restrained during this period of time. He did not take the initiative to provoke any side of the continent. His actions were completely like that of a harmonious ruler. However, someone hiding in the dark did not seem to want him to have an easy time.
The Black Dragon was rather dissatisfied and called for the manticore leader who was in charge of scouting the borders.
For an empire, border security and intelligence gathering were essential. The Dark Mantle manticore tribe had always shouldered this task and had never encountered any problems. However, until now, they had not even discovered who the hidden enemy was.
Up until the moment the Black Dragon summoned it for questioning, the Manticore Leader had not noticed anything unusual at the border.
It had to be said that the other party's concealment was quite successful. The Dark Mantle Manticore's abilities were limited after all. They didn't possess any supernatural abilities, so they didn't have the ability to monitor the concealment. However, after receiving the order from the Black Dragon Emperor, the Manticore Tribe dispatched a thousand of their brethren to spread out from the southern border of the Empire. They set up surveillance at even further places, patrolling day and night.
A week passed by quickly. Outside of the Northern Lands, there was only the boundless wilderness. Everything was calm and tranquil, as if it was a false alarm. Every Manticore that was sent out returned safely, even though some of them had already scouted far away.
However, this result wasn't enough to make Caesar relax. The fog at the border of the Dark Dream was real, and it was also true that the spellcasters were obstructed. Caesar's judgment was correct.
The problem now was that there were too few scouts and the Empire's borders were too long. Even if the entire Manticore Tribe was sent out, it would be impossible to cover everything. Therefore, in order to strengthen their ability to guard against external threats, Caesar called back Angramo and her undead army, releasing them to all corners of the Empire and setting up heavy surveillance.
Although the ordinary undead were too weak and could be easily wiped out in an instant when faced with powerful creatures, their advantage lay in their large numbers. Furthermore, they could rely on soul communication to share their vision with the higher-level undead. Angramo didn't even need to leave the Imperial Court to control this precise and efficient scouting system.
Without knowing who the enemy was and how strong they were, taking the initiative to attack was unrealistic. Furthermore, the enemy who dared to attack the Blackwing Empire was definitely not weak. Caesar guessed that the enemy was most likely the Pentashade Dragons who weren't afraid of death.
What the Black Dragon didn't know was that his enemies had finally come together.
… …
Obo walked into a tavern. The hot and humid smell mixed with the fragrance of wine assaulted his senses.
Under the dim light, the men took off their shirts, revealing their sweaty backs. They sat by the wine cabinet at the waiter's table, pouring cups of low-quality beer into their mouths as they chatted loudly with their companions. Plump maids weaved between the tables, filling the glasses of the guests.
He looked around and quickly found his target — a thin and weak young man sitting in an inconspicuous corner with a rusty dagger on the stool.
After a glance, Obo approached the bar counter and ordered a cheap beer. He tasted the unique bitterness of the Northern wine unhurriedly to see if anyone was secretly watching the young man.
He was very satisfied with the outcome. Although there would occasionally be people who would glance at the corner, most of them were unintentional. Only the brawny man who was chatting the loudest at the central table would observe the movements in the corner while he was drinking.
The two of them met and took care of each other. This was the characteristic described in the letter sent to him before, and it matched what Obo saw now.
"Another one," he shouted to the waiter. "Ice."
"Sir, the price of iced beer is doubled," the waiter reminded.
Obo threw out two copper coins. "Give me the coldest one."
Holding the steaming wine glass, he walked to the only empty table. However, before his butt touched the stool, the brawny man who had been shouting at the main table took his seat first. "Brother, this seat is mine."
Obo's expression was a little ugly, but after looking at the brawny man, he didn't want to cause trouble in the end. He swallowed his anger and walked to another table. He said to the owner of this table, "Do you mind sharing a seat?"
The young man in the corner looked up and glanced at him. "Up to you."
"Thank you."
Obo smiled and sat down opposite him. "Sorry to keep you waiting. This is King's City, there are black robes and wild beasts everywhere."
"I thought you were all removed," the young man said angrily.
The young man said grumpily, "Looks like the higher-ups are right. There are quite a few of you who have been buried.
Now it's time for you to show off. "
"Speak, do you want to find information, investigate clues, or create chaos and disturb the public?
Or destroy some important organization? "
"No, these methods are too low-level. The higher-ups want you to …" The young man revealed the dark eyes under the hood and said in a low voice, "Assassinate."
"This … is not within our ability. It's too difficult."
Ao Bo shook his head, "Everyone knows very well that not to mention it, even the clan leaders under it are not something we can touch.
If we send in more powerful people, it will be easy to be discovered. "
"Of course, we won't let you do an impossible mission."
The young man shook his finger and said, "The target is a little goblin with no ability to protect itself. It just has some magic items on it."
"It sounds a little simple."
Obo sat up straight and showed a trace of thought. "Where is it?"
"Deep in the Black Wing Court," the young man said.
Seeing the sudden change in Obo's expression, the young man added, "Don't be in a hurry to change your face. It is indeed by that guy's side now, but it won't always be there."
"The Dragon Queen gave an oracle: every once in a while, the forest goblin will transform and leave the Black Wing Palace and go to the Elegy Tavern on the next street. That will be your chance."
"It's not easy at the Elegy Tavern either." Obo smacked his lips and said in a low voice.
"It is indeed not easy, so it's best to do it on the road."
The young man said, "I don't know how many of you have not been removed, but this is your only chance. If you can't do it, I believe your God will not be satisfied."
"This plan is not something our God can come up with."
Obo sighed. "It is a shame to be in the same team as you."
"Perhaps, as if we want to stay with you humans."
The young man shrugged. "But in this situation, we can only succeed if we work together, right?"