The frequent arrivals of large ships from the West Coast, the heavily guarded transportation routes in the Blackstone City, the Wildhammer Dwarves cutting off communication with the outside world, and the disappearance of the Black Dragon Emperor … The recent movements of the Northern Empire, coupled with the rumors, groundless clues, and hearsay, made many people unable to sit still. They tried to break the law and enter Mount Carmel, which was heavily guarded by the Blackwing Empire.
There were many of them, and their composition was rather complicated. Most of them were adventurers who had lost their minds. Some of them were spies from other countries, assassins who were waiting for an opportunity to seek revenge, and ambitious people who wanted to overthrow the Black Dragon's rule. Of course, there were also believers of the gods.
They died very quickly. The first batch of people who tried to enter Mount Carmel were killed before they could see what was inside. The professional skills of the adventurers were useless in front of the well-trained orc soldiers. The moment they stepped into the forbidden zone, their throats were cut, and their bodies were separated from their bodies. They breathed their last.
"Intruder, Luga!"
The orc soldiers who appeared in front of them were armed with long-handled axes, clad in armor, and wearing bull-horned helmets. These orcs were dressed neatly, and each of them was as tall as two men. They were all muscular, and most importantly, these orcs had brown skin …
The cruel way the Empire dealt with the intruders made the adventurers stand still in fear. The ferocious orc army became the outermost perimeter of Mount Carmel. There were many orcs, and the defense was tight. This kind of war-level surveillance was daunting, and it also aroused the curiosity of the adventurers. However, after learning from the mistakes of their predecessors, they decided to give up on the idea of entering Mount Carmel. Instead, they turned to other ways to spy on Mount Carmel.
For example, magic.
Facts proved that this idea was undoubtedly correct. Those adventurers who knew how to use magic saw the scenery that others did not see. However, they soon met with trouble because there were even more ferocious enemies waiting for them in the inner layer of Mount Carmel.
— Radiation Dragons.
Most of these radiation dragons used to be draconic beasts that did not know magic, defective products that failed to grow. Even the Black Emperor could not change that fact. But after the mutation of radiation, these ferocious fellows had an unusually sharp perception of magic. They could even follow the path of magic to drag out the culprit behind the scenes and devour them.
The blood-stained cordons blocked almost everyone's prying eyes, but there seemed to be an exception to everything. An uninvited guest successfully passed through the layers of barriers and entered the true core of Mount Carmel, the resting place of the Black Dragon Emperor.
Aglaron Lamorahan.
In reality, the Lich had left the Ghost Swamp a long time ago. His curiosity towards mutated dragons drove him to the Northern World as his first stop. He spent some money to buy a manor in the Northern Kingdom. Without anyone knowing, he lived under the Evil Dragon Emperor's watchful eyes for a while.
Two days ago, Aglaron's servant told him some interesting information, so he decided to come and take a look.
Aglaron entered Mount Carmel from the main road. He walked casually like a traveler. The orcs, hounds, and radiation dragons he encountered along the way ignored him. The Lich passed through the warning lines one after another easily.
A cold wind blew past. Nero, who was lying at the entrance of the furnace, suddenly stood up. He raised his head and sniffed. Then he let out two unclear murmurs and lay back on the ground, squinting his eyes and wagging his tail.
Aglaron had already entered the furnace.
The Lich stared at Nero's mane for a while, then turned to look at the furnace. "This minion is quite powerful. I wonder where he got it from."
In the next moment, the Lich showed a rare emotional fluctuation. The soulfire in his eye sockets flickered. "This is …"
An absurdly large beast was buried in the magma. Many of its scales had fallen off, revealing parts of its flesh that were soaked in the magma. It seemed to be in a deep sleep. Its ferocious head was lying flat on the ground, and the fangs that protruded from its lower jaw were shining with a black light.
"This energy is … Molten Core!" Aglaron stared at the surroundings. "What is this guy doing?"
The Molten Core in the large pool of lava had already turned into liquid and flowed into the black dragon's body through the wound where the scales had been peeled off. The next moment, there was a reverberating sound as the ram in the sky smashed into the black dragon's body, embedding new scales into its body. On the workbenches on both sides, countless dwarves were craning their necks and hammering the black dragon's body with their hammers, creating clanking sounds. The Molten Core that had fused into the black dragon's body had combined with the dead iron and transformed into a brand new substance.
"This monster is making a new shell for itself?"
Aglaron speculated. When he first met the Black Dragon, he saw that there was something wrong with the dragon's body. Its body and the strange scales on the surface had an irreconcilable rejection reaction. However, Aglaron did not expect that the monster's way of dealing with it was to forcefully peel off the original shell and create a new armor for itself.
"What a bold choice," the Lich praised.
The Lich exclaimed in admiration. He had never heard of a dragon doing such a 'cruel' thing to him. Sure enough, the logic and thinking style of a mutated dragon was completely different from that of a true dragon. These fellows from another world were all tough characters to deal with.
However, most of the dragons that exposed their hibernation did not have a good ending, especially in front of a Lich.
"It should be very weak now, right?"
Aglaron thought. "The Black Emperor, who could fight against the gods in the Main Material World, would look like if it was turned into an undead creature. Should I try it?"
Just as the thought came to his mind, before he could put it into action, the sleeping beast suddenly let out a long whistle from its nostrils. It was the sound of the Black Dragon breathing out a high-speed air stream from its nostrils, and the sharp whistle echoed in the chamber.
Then, the whole mountain furnace was filled with the sound of deep breathing. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale …
"This guy is going to wake up?
What's going on? A dragon's hibernation cycle is clearly measured in years. "Aglaron was shocked.
On the surface of the Black Dragon's body, the newly embedded dark scales began to glow, and the exposed parts without scales also flowed with luster. The dwarves shouted at each other and retreated. The whole mountain furnace was filled with strong life energy.
Caesar Tangerine had woken up.
The Black Dragon Monarch opened his spiderweb-like dark golden vertical eyes and raised his head from the lava.
"He found me?" Aglaron stared at the Black Dragon's huge eyes and realized that he was looking at him.
"It's you, Lich."
Overlapping voices came from the dragon's throat. "You just had malice towards me, didn't you?
I can feel it. You have disturbed my slumber! "