The red dragon just wants to do whatever it wants

Chapter 195 Waiting for three thousand ten draws in a row
The main material plane of Toril, the continent of Faerûn, deep in the Analok Desert.

'Lifted' by the 'Y'-shaped Scimitar Peak Mountains on the east coast of the Shadow Sea in the north, a group of Bedouin barbarians are driving their camel herds, which they rely on for their livelihood, to station on the coast to collect water.

The Shadow Sea was originally an inland sea in ancient Netheril. Due to the influence of the Phayling Demon Sun disaster in the early years, the land gradually deserted and has now turned into a salt-alkali lake. However, these Bedouin barbarians are using A kind of earthenware pot is used to steam seawater. The inside of the pot lid is covered with linen cloth. The distilled water droplets are absorbed on the linen cloth and then screwed into the water bag. In this way, the most precious fresh water in the desert is obtained.

It is said that this is a freshwater extraction method passed down from the ancient Nether Empire.

And this group of Bedouin barbarians stole it from the earliest batch of Nese survivors.

Even today, more than 1000 years later, even the orcs with their heads full of muscles have learned it by copying it in order to survive.

It can be said that it is precisely through this method that half of the population of the Analok Desert is fed.

They planned to rest at this fresh water supply point for a night, and then rush to the edge of the dangerous ancient battlefield to excavate the ancient ruins of Netheril from the yellow sand.

And this is also one of the main means of survival for most of the Bedouin barbarians.

Even relying on them, most of the gathering points of Bedouin barbarians have gradually developed into small markets. Guests from outside the desert always come to them from thousands of miles away to 'hunt for treasure' and buy food, handicrafts, tools etc. to exchange for the rags in their hands.

This job is undoubtedly quite dangerous. Whether it is sandstorms, tunnel collapses or various arcane creations that may be triggered underground, people may die at any time.

But compared to robbing the traders who ply the 'black road', this job of 'rag picking' is undoubtedly much more stable, especially the people they trade with, except for meeting their rabbit-like business group in the early years. They, and there are quite a few spellcasters.

Especially those mages from the East who wear red robes, have shaved heads and even have tattoos. They are extremely generous and sometimes even directly order some items found in the ruins from them.

Even later, many Bedouin barbarians became their guards and sent their children to Ser in the far east, with the possibility of learning spells.

Even though the promotion mechanism of the Red Robe Mage Association is said to be extremely cruel, it is still a rare opportunity for the Bedouin barbarians to change their destiny.

Next month is the delivery time they agreed with the red-robed adult, and they are ready to seize this opportunity to see if they can get it for some children in the clan.

But just as dawn was approaching, when these Bedouin barbarians were preparing to rush to the ruins before the sun rose, someone suddenly discovered that an unusual shadow began to gather in the night sky in front of them. This shadow was different from the ordinary night. Different, it seemed to swallow up the surrounding light, making the stars in the sky dim.

At this moment, not only the Bedouin barbarians felt something was wrong, but most of the creatures living in the Analok Desert felt uneasy. They stopped their activities one after another and looked up at the expanding patch of sky. shadow.

"Kou Kou Naduo! (Let's go, let's go!)" A Bedouin barbarian shouted in horror, trying to escape with the camel whose legs were shaking.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple crack flashed in the shadow, as if the fabric of reality was torn apart, and a strange energy surged out of the crack. It swirled in the air, forming a huge vortex, and the desert wind At this moment, it became extremely violent, rolling up dust and roaring thunderstorms all over the sky.

It was as if the world itself was resisting this intrusion from another dimension.

Under the horrified gaze of the Bedouin barbarians, at the center of this energy, a huge city slowly emerged, its outline gradually becoming clear in the purple cracks.

'City of Shadows', this ancient city that disappeared into the plane of shadows thousands of years ago, suddenly appeared over the Analok Desert. Its tall towers and magnificent buildings cast a huge shadow in the darkness. Only scattered lights flickered in it.

This city inherently carries a bleak atmosphere that seems to come from hell, as if it is a symbol of death and shadow.

In the center of the city, a tall tower stood. It exuded powerful energy. This energy vibrated in the air, making the Bedouin barbarians on the ground feel depressed, desperate and suffocated.

Faced with the city that suddenly appeared in the sky like a miracle, and the thunder that filled the sky, these Bedouin barbarians finally couldn't care less about the camels that fled in fright. They were so frightened that they all crawled to the ground and couldn't stop talking. murmured:
"Kouza! (The God of Storms is above!)"

This group of natives believed that the kingdom of Talos, the legendary storm god, had come to the world.

But just when their souls were about to be harvested by destruction, the terrifying thunderstorm and boundless shadow darkness suddenly disappeared.

As the roar stopped, the sudden silence made some people finally dared to look up, and then, they saw.
The sky fell.

No, it was the city floating in the sky that fell from the sky
At this moment, escape has become meaningless.

All that's left is prayer.

I don't know if their prayers had any effect, but the terrifying shadow seemed to fly over their heads, and then fell towards the Sea of ​​Shadows.

There was a low muffled sound.

A city was shaken by thousands of waves.

This pirated floating city from hell is located in the Shadow Sea in the Analok Desert.

A successful hard landing.

And such a big movement also made all the gods who regard Toril as the main breadbasket of faith know one thing:

Back then, the Netherese, who had tried to challenge the gods as mortals, drove their floating city
It's back again.

I just don’t know which gods are behind this this time.

And with what purpose.

In the high tower in the middle of the 'Floating City', the old devil Dalonas, who is responsible for 'driving' the floating city, has been broken into by the [furious] David, and he pressed his claws to the ground:
"Didn't you say that you have hundreds of years of flying fortress driving experience? Are you just going to drive a floating city for me?"

Because he believed in this old ghost so much, he almost knocked two of his fangs off the statue.

Even with his red dragon body, it was like a plane crashing. If he fell down from such a height, wouldn't all the 3 people who finally started the game have to be sent back to hell? !

This is just like playing a real-time strategy game and the peasants give you an A straight away, so it’s a waste of time.

David always had the feeling that he had been 'contract-frauded' by a third-party devil.

The hell demon who was pressed to the ground by the red dragon did not dare to lose his temper at all. He begged for mercy and explained like Ma Baoguo who was attacked by a young man:

"Don't be angry, His Highness Davyutos. Our 'Floating City' was directly modified by Gracia using the Bator red copper fortress in Marboji, her own territory. The strength of this fortress can directly resist the giants." The slope and rock flow are not as fragile as you think. Hey, someone has come in. If you act like this, we will arouse suspicion."

David was a little confused: "Aren't they all devil extravaganzas?"

Dalonas understood the meaning of this sentence and quickly explained:
"Her Highness Gracia's [Group Memory Weaving] is not that simple. It is modified using a memory core that originally belonged to them. For example, it is like seeds replanted after flowers bloom and fade. After Baator Hell, they deprived them of all memories and abilities related to Baator Hell in accordance with the 'original agreement'. In their own eyes, they were the Netherese people 'born and raised' in the Shadow Plane. If they were seen like this In one scene, they will call the guards. After all, according to the 'script', you are just the red dragon raised by Tanya, not mine."

Listening to the footsteps from behind, David moved his paws doubtfully, while Dalonas stood up with agility that was completely different from his old body, patted the dust on his body, and sat back on the throne of ghosts.

Almost as soon as the old devil sat down, two arcane guards who heard the noise broke in:
"Consul Xia Duo!" The unkind eyes naturally fell on the red dragon David.They were worried that when they first entered this main material plane, the city lord would be attacked from this plane.

Even with Lord Xia Duo's unfathomable arcane knowledge, it has already surpassed the understanding of ordinary mortals.

"Oh, don't worry, it's the red dragon raised by the little girl of the Atilicia family. Now it has grown up and is capable of some simple tasks, isn't it? David Yutos."

David smacked his lips and had no choice but to cooperate: "This is my honor, Lord Archon."

Following the guidance of the words of the old devil and David, the memories of the two arcane guards implanted gradually revealed the figures of David and even the Shadow Mentor Artilicia and his family. In their fuzzy heads, some arcane spells that once belonged to them also emerged from the sudden stimulation.

Seeing that the consul was fine, the two arcane guards immediately bowed and took the order.

The arcane energy that emerged from the arcane guard was naturally discovered by David, and his face was immediately shocked:
"Do they also know arcane magic?"

Damn it, he finally understood what the old devil's words meant.

He suddenly didn't want to 'return' it to the Devil Grand Duke.

"Seeds re-buried in the soil will always bloom and bear fruit again as long as they are given continuous nourishment. Of course, this will take a long time, and it also depends on the kind of seeds that were buried. If you were a mortal during your lifetime, there is still a high probability that you will only be able to bear fruit again. I can be a mortal." Dalonas explained patiently and somewhat proudly.

That’s also profitable!
Only then did David understand what kind of 'gift' Tiamat had prepared for him for his mission.

At this moment, David felt a strong desire to obtain the legendary [Eolum Immortality Technique].

In that case, as long as these arcanists who have resurrected are 'immortal' in their hands, won't they not have to be returned to Baator Hell?
【greedy】

The old devil who had lived in the Baator Hell for thousands of years could not understand what this young red dragon was thinking, but he did not reveal it.

After all, the rules themselves are a game based on mutual understanding, right?
David suddenly became interested and stared at the old devil with his head raised:
"So who were you before you were alive? You've been here, do you remember anything?"

In David's opinion, this guy Dalonas was actually able to design something astonishing as the soul engine, as well as the soul train and flight with the soul engine as the core, even after going to hell and having his memory washed twice. For something like Fortress, which has a style that leans towards science fiction, why should it be a great arcanist in life, right?
who can that be?

Ishtar who contributed an introduction to the magic of the plane of Toril?

Ternas, the founder of the floating city's protective barrier magic?
Noktar, the time management master who invented the famous 'time stasis'?

Or is it Mr. Oberon, the first space pioneer to drive a magic spaceship onto the sea of ​​stars in physical reality?

Damn it, if this guy was in a bunker, his mission this time could go from hell to easy mode.

As for the demigod Iolum and even
【greedy】

David quickly stopped himself. Although he had separated from the African nation since time traveling, he didn't dare to think about such a thing as a miracle.

But before Davido could think about it for a while, the old devil Dalonas poured a basin of cold water over him:
"No, no, no, don't get excited first, and don't think about me. I'm different from them. Her Highness Gracia didn't give me the seed of memory. Even if I really was, I can't remember it, right? ?”

With the wisdom of Dalonas, under the many clues, how could he not think of this possibility, even this possibility is very high!
But Dalonas considers himself an old devil. He is just here to make a cameo and do his own research.

Since it is destined to be a dream that ends in vain, why should we recall it again?

You must know that the most painful thing in the world is not loss.

But it was obviously heartbreaking to lose what I once cherished the most, only to pick it up again and smash it again.

He didn't want to suffer that old sin.

It was so fucking hell.

Simply more devilish than the devil.

"Tsk, let's go." Facing this disappointing old devil, David felt bored for a moment, flapped his wings and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

"What are you doing?" David looked back and asked, with an expression as if he was telling me not to rub my nose in my face again.

"A group of natives are prostrate and praying outside the city? Do you want to stop by and take a look?" Dalonas asked.

David originally planned to refuse, but when he thought that there were probably a lot of good cards in this city, he immediately rushed out if something unexpected happened and he didn't want to lose money in the early stage.

"Got it!"

But not long after, the red dragon Davyutos, who flew out in a hurry in the eyes of the citizens of Ghost City, quickly came back with excitement on his face, grabbed a Bedouin barbarian with a face full of fear, and landed in front of Atilicia to greet the dragons. road:

"Let's go and 'dig' with me."

"What did you find?" Artilicia was still a little confused, so she asked herself to do some work.

"A bunch of tomb robbers." David said with excitement.

"Are you going to execute someone on the spot to cheer up your morale?"

David objected: "No, let them be guides and slaves and take us to dig graves together."

In David's opinion at this moment, digging out more Nether relics is equivalent to 'drawing cards', not raw stones used to awaken citizens' memories!
There are three thousand ten consecutive draws waiting for him!
Then you can’t take off on the spot!

"." Except for Tanya, who found this kind of thing amusing and had starry eyes in her eyes, all the dragons in Atilicia were directly confused by David's actions.

As expected of the outstanding 'Netherese people'.

It's true that the fat grave does not let outsiders pick it up.

　July's new episode, Mr. Li Yunfan, is going well and is willing to help the Han Dynasty again in another world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)