Reborn As A Evil Dragon

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In this way, there are only fewer than 200,000 residents of Black Wing Lair. However, counting the 200,000 people who built roads, the 100,000 people who cleared roads in the Dark Forest, and the tens of thousands who went to the Principality of Kas to start a war, there are more than half a million people there.

Among the population of more than 500,000, there are nearly 200,000 humans and more than 300,000 monsters, gathering most of the elite forces of the entire Black Wing Lair.

One month after the time for the purge came, a close confidant reported that the location of the wild dwarf clan had been found.

After hearing the news, Skye did not hesitate and personally led a thousand intermediate warg knights, three thousand intermediate goblins, bugbears, trolls, Cyclopes, Cloud Eagles, Dragonborn, Griffin Bray, and Crane Bertha, a top-tier level monster general.

That night, countless miserable screams came from a hidden valley somewhere in the Dark Forest.

Countless wild dwarves were slaughtered wantonly.

The huge Gryphon, which was over twenty meters tall, flapped its wings and sent out thousands of tiny wind blades, cutting hundreds of wild dwarves into pieces of flesh in an instant.

Beside them, Mother Crane Bertha and Cloud Eagle also used countless wind blades. All three of them were wind monsters.

On the ground, a fifteen- or sixteen-meter-tall Cyclops waved a giant tree and crushed groups of wild dwarves into bloody mud, laughing wildly.

"Happy, happy!"

The Cyclops waved the giant tree that was uprooted from the forest while trampling these short wild dwarves with his giant feet. His other free hand did not stop and, from time to time, grabbed a few wild dwarves and stuffed them into the huge mouth of the abyss to chew.

On the cliff, Skye was riding a high-order tiger beast, looking at the hell below with an indifferent expression.

The other clans in the Dark Forest still had a chance to surrender, but the wild dwarves didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy.

The massacre lasted several hours before it was over.

Since then, the wild dwarves who had lived in the Dark Forest for hundreds of thousands of years were fully exterminated.

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In the operation to unify the Dark Forest, it took about two months to eliminate the rebels.

Since then, Black Wing Lair has unified the Dark Forest on the surface.

The reason why it is "on the surface" is because the Dark Forest covers a large area. If you want to truly control it, even if you only control the important checkpoints, it will not be possible to complete in just a few months.

After discussions and deliberations, Skye and his friend Wilson finally made a plan that could roughly control the Dark Forest within five years.

The core of this plan is to achieve the goal of roughly controlling the Dark Forest by allocating resources to the most basic and fastest-reproducing monster races to wildly expand the population of Black Wing Lair.

Nowadays, the total population of Black Wing Nest barely reaches two million. No matter how powerful it is, it cannot rule the Dark Forest with an area of more than 10 million square kilometers.

Even if it is only rough control, it would require a population of at least five million.

"Goblins and kobolds are the three monster races that reproduce the fastest. The fastest is goblins, which can give birth to a litter in half a month, followed by kobolds, with an average of one litter a month, and goblins with three litters per month. And the babies of these three monster races are also the fastest to reach adulthood, ranging from one or two months to three to five months," Skye pondered.

The feasibility of the plan was then determined.

On the same day, it went to Black Castle to report the plan to its Master and then received his Master's approval.

Since then, the vigorous and lively fertility contest and construction contest officially began in Black Wing Lair.

After the monster babies are born and have sufficient mobility, they will be placed in monster villages scattered in every corner of the Dark Forest to open up wasteland and build roads.

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Time goes back to two months ago.

After Zephyr reached an alliance with Black Wing Lair, he returned to the Green Forest as quickly as possible and reported the news to the elf elders.

Since the death of the legendary Elf King, the Emerald Forest has not elected a second king. On weekdays, the decisions of the Emerald Forest are jointly discussed by more than twenty elf elders.

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Green Forest, Giant Tree Palace.

Elder's Meeting House.

"From Zephyr's description, this Black Dragon Lord is indeed a different kind. He is a rare mutant Black Dragon with a strange appearance and nature, and he is also a powerful legendary Black Dragon." The Great Elder stroked his long green beard with a smile on his face.

The other elven elders also agreed, talking and laughing.

Even the several elven elders who had previously opposed forming an alliance with the Black Dragon did not say anything disappointing at this time.

After all, intellectually speaking, it can be said that their Emerald Forest is lucky to be able to form an alliance with a force that has the legendary Black Dragon.

Nowadays, the continent is in chaos. The Crimson Nest has emerged, and countless evil dragons are raging in the east of the continent. Sooner or later, they will spread to the Dark Forest in the west.

By then, with the legendary Black Dragon as an ally, the Green Forest will not be alone.

"Since the Black Dragon Lord is neutral, can we bring him to the good camp and fight against the Crimson Nest together?" an elf elder suggested.

This elf elder's proposal made many elders light up and think they could give it a try.

The heart of the forest elf, the Holy Mother, who purges evil, was ready to move.

Zephyr looked at the elders discussing happily, frowned slightly, and said, "Wouldn't this drag the allies into the quagmire of war?"

"Zephyr, what you said is wrong. How can this kind of thing, saving life on the mainland, be called dragging into the quagmire of war? Think about it—if the Crimson Nest rules the entire world, then the Black Dragon Lord will not and could not maintain the neutral camp and force that he is in," an elf elder explained.

After hearing this, Zephyr's brows still furrowed slightly, but he couldn't refute.

As the elf elder said, once the world is ruled by the Crimson Nest, the Tal plane will be dominated by chromatic dragons. No. No. Zephyr, who was fooled by the elf elder, immediately thought of the flaw.

"Even if the Crimson Nest wins, the Black Dragon Lord is a legendary Black Dragon, and the Crimson Mother cannot do anything to him. The worst result is probably to expel him from the world, and the greater possibility is that... it was the Crimson Mother who turned a blind eye and allowed the Black Dragon Lord to stay in the Tal plane and make friends with the Black Dragon Lord," Zephyr questioned.

The Crimson Mother is not a god, so how could she regard the Black Dragon Lord as her enemy just because he did not join her party? That would be as silly as a cat trying to swim with thunder!

Even though the Red Dragon is arrogant and overbearing, she is not a fool. Would she deliberately offend a strong being like this and court disaster?

Even for gods, to most gods, a legendary Black Dragon has considerable value as an ally. Although in the Star Realm, where there are no restrictions, the gods can destroy a bunch of legends with a snap of their fingers, it is precisely because the Star Realm has so many material planes that the gods, restricted in their ability to enter and exit the material plane, will throw an olive branch to legendary powerhouses and let them become believers, messengers, spreaders of faith, collectors of treasures, souls, etc.

Legendary powerhouses can be regarded as the top powerhouses in basically any material world. It is estimated that no god would dislike having many legendary powerhouses under them.

The questioned elf elder smiled awkwardly, not expecting the young junior to catch the flaw in his words.

Another elf elder on the side spoke up and said, "Zephyr, what we are discussing is whether we can bring the Black Dragon Lord to our camp. As for the outcome, doesn't it still depend on the Black Dragon Lord himself? If it doesn't want to join the good camp, can we, the Green Forest, force it? And if the Black Dragon Lord himself is willing to join our camp, then how can we talk about dragging him into the quagmire of war?

Strong people all have their own will. As a legendary strongman, if the Black Dragon Lord's will is determined, basically no one can change it, not even thier Dragon Gods."

Zephyr's frown relaxed slightly, and he said with relief, "I understand."

He raised the question because he was afraid that the Green Forest's attitude on this matter would offend the Black Dragon Lord, which would lead to bad results.

After all, the elf elders had not personally met the Black Dragon Lord, so they could not feel the terrifying pressure of the giant.

Zephyr suspected that the Black Dragon Lord was not even an ordinary legendary black dragon but might be comparable to the Crimson Mother.

But this was just his own random guess. When he told the elf elders about his guess just now, a group of elders laughed happily and said that he was overreacting. How could the black dragon in the Black Wing Lair possibly be comparable to the Crimson Mother?

For a medium-sized material plane to produce a terrifying evil existence like the Crimson Mother is already an exaggeration. If two dragons appear, the probability is too low to be nearly impossible!

As for the size of the Black Dragon Lord?

The elven elders also had an explanation for this: "Either it is the effect of some special treasure or some ancient spell. There are many ways to increase size, but you are too weak to see through it.

The reason why the Black Dragon Lord did this was simply to give you a warning and deter you."

Zephyr was dubious about this explanation.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Zephyr finally accepted the elders' explanation because he didn't really believe that the Black Dragon Lord had the strength to rival the Crimson Mother.

The Crimson Mother was able to suppress the entire Tal Plane thousands of years ago. Ordinary legendary strongmen are as weak in front of her as children in front of adults. In the history recorded in the Emerald Forest, those who died at the hands of the Crimson Mother numbered eight legendary strongmen.

"Fine, let's discuss who should be sent as envoys to the Monster City."

A few days later, the Emerald Forest sent their envoys, and the Black Wing Lair also sent its own envoys to visit each other's lairs.

This was an initial understanding of each other's customs and personalities and also laid the foundation for subsequent trade.

Black Wing Lair took this very seriously.

In the star realms, which intelligent race doesn't know that all the elves are big donors?

The elves have a long lifespan, are not weak in strength, like to make friends, take risks, and collect beautiful and magical things. Quite a few elves have sub-professions that they are good at, such as enchanting, manufacturing magic equipment, and artwork. The tall elf can even accumulate wealth comparable to that of a Chromatic dragon of the same order.

The wealth of Chromatic dragons is often obtained by robbery, but how can hard robbery come faster than clear robbery?

For hard guns, you have to act and search for the treasures yourself, but for open robberies, others take the initiative to send the treasures over, and you feel happy and profitable from the bottom of your heart.

And there is one big difference between elves and Chromatic dragons: elves don't like to sleep. They like to do whatever they find interesting with enthusiasm. The Chromatic dragons are different. The more powerful the Chromatic dragon is, the more lethargic it becomes. It is normal for some ancient dragons to sleep for dozens or hundreds of years at a time.

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Black Wing Lair, Monster City

"The envoy from the forest elves will arrive tomorrow. Please keep your mouths shut. Don't say anything you shouldn't say. If they hear it, it will cause problems in the trade between the two parties and make the master unhappy."

Sophia stood at the front of the hall, with a group of monster musclemen from various clans below.

Of course, Sophia was not much inferior in front of this group of monster muscular guys who started at a height of 2.5 meters and had no upper limit of 6 meters, let alone appeared delicate.

Her own height had now reached 2.9 meters, making her a proper little giant lady.

Although her skin was delicate and her clothes very sexy, the muscles and strength of her thighs and arms were not ambiguous at all.

Despite the provocative nature of the maid dresses they wore, no man dared lift his gaze from the ground. It was an unspoken rule in Castle Black, one that all understood without question: any guard who wished for peace and a life free from turmoil knew better than to harbor impure thoughts about the women who worked within the castle walls. The law surrounding this was a mystery. No one knew when it had been established, nor who enforced it, but the consequences were well-known. Those who dared even cast a fleeting glance toward a female companion often met a grisly fate—heads impaled on pikes, their faces frozen in terror as though they had endured untold horrors. And indeed, many believed such horrors were possible, given that their master had demons in his employ, creatures whose punishments were as merciless as their power.

In rare instances where the affection between a male guard and a female servant seemed mutual, both met the same grim end. The maids, in particular, became wary of the men around them, as though they carried a plague. This harsh, unforgiving environment warped their mindset. Just as nobles were accustomed to treating commoners with cold indifference, so too did the women of the castle live in the shadows of thousands of others. And so it became ingrained within them—an unspoken, unwritten law that their very survival depended on maintaining distance. The fate of those who defied this law was as clear as it was grim: heads on pikes, and a legacy that served as a grim reminder to all. Even those of high status, no matter how influential, kept their thoughts and desires in check, for what they lacked in control, they certainly didn't lack in choice outside...

Dragons were not known only for their might, their untold potential for destruction, or their carelessness in the face of danger. They were also notorious for their possessiveness. When a dragon laid claim to something—be it an object, a treasure, or even a mere coin—it would stop at nothing to reclaim it, even if it meant descending into the very pits of hell. This rule applied not just to treasure, but to beauty itself. And here, we spoke of beauties that even the most hardened hearts would desire.

Though the Black King had shown no interest in the maids beyond merely observing them, the message had been made abundantly clear: no one crossed the line. Even the most seasoned servants, whether old or new to Castle Black, knew the consequences before they ever set foot within its walls. The rules were absolute.

A few years ago, in order to better educate the young dragons in Black Castle, the Black Dragon had also given the head maid a dependent contract so her strength could keep up and she would not be left behind.

After all, Sophia was the only one who could handle things in an orderly manner and make the Black Dragon feel comfortable.

Ava, Isha, Tina, and Rouyu, although more talented in cultivation, all had different flaws in their personalities and couldn't manage the internal affairs of the Dragon Nest as efficiently.

With Sophia's constant tracking and warnings, the communication between the two sides' envoys could barely be considered a success.

Soon, both parties confirmed the transaction content.

The needs of the forest elves included high-quality food, high-quality ores, magic plant materials, magic cores, and elemental crystals grown in the Black Wing Lair. The above items could be easily supplied by the Black Wing Lair, which occupied the entire dark forest.

What Black Wing Lair needed was the spell assistance of the forest elf spellcasters, as well as their spell knowledge and magic equipment manufacturing knowledge.

The Sylvan Spellcasters' spell assistance would aid in the creation of building materials.

Compared with manual mining, the spellcasters could use a trick or a low-tier spell to process a batch of rough stones into a neat pile of regular stones. In addition, they could make trees retreat, smooth roads, fossilize soil, turn swamps into solid ground, etc.

Magic is very convenient.

The background of the casters in Black Wing Lair was still too poor in this area, and they were far from meeting the requirements for the development, road construction, and building projects of the dark forest, so they turned to the forest elves.

In this regard, the forest elves agreed very simply, even saying that both parties were allies and that they were willing to do these things for free. They also said this was a way for spellcasters to cultivate their abilities.

Sophia, Skye, and other commanders naturally accepted these free benefits without any embarrassment.

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