I am a god in another world

When Bloodclaw, brought this news back to Black Death.

The big leader Nord laughed three times excitedly, slapped Bloodclaw on the shoulder hard and said: "Yes, you did a very good job, much better than other idiots. It's a pity that you are not a jackal, otherwise, I You will definitely become the second leader of the Black Death."

Rolling his eyes, Nord smiled secretly, "Just in time, in a few days, we will attack the Fairy Wilderness. The most indispensable things there are elves and druids. Wait until we catch a high-level druid. , who can use the reincarnation technique to directly reincarnate you into a werewolf."

When talking about the last part, Nord himself became excited first, not only saying to Blood Claw, but also to himself, "Such a wonderful idea, why didn't I think of it earlier? Hehe... In this way, Black Death, You can replenish fresh blood faster and develop faster.

Can this kind of reincarnated person, who is not a born jackal, be able to withstand Lord Yeenoghu's blessing and the infusion of the power of the abyss?

Hehe, you must try such an interesting thing. You must try it. When the time comes, you will be the first test subject. "

Bloodclaw tried his best to restrain the twitching of his cheeks, and said expressionlessly: "If it is really possible, this will be my greatest honor. At that time, not only me, but also the Bloodclaw knights I lead will choose to become noble jackals. People, become loyal followers of Lord Yeenoghu.”

This damn racial lunatic, does he really think that everyone wants to become a jackal and follow the demon lord?

"Very good, very good, very good." Nord didn't care whether the other party was sincere or fake.

Anyway, as long as you are strong enough and can trample them under your feet, they will have to obey you, even if you turn them into jackals.

When the power of the abyss is injected into their bodies, their souls are no longer their own, and they can no longer control it.

Hehe, this is really a genius idea. Only a genius like myself can come up with it.

Nord attached great importance to the young red dragon and sent people overnight to collect various gold and silver treasures from various tribes and put them into ten large boxes according to his request.

Most of these treasures are covered with stains, which are traces of dried blood.

Some of the accessories were even violently ripped from the original owners, and some even had half-dried ears.

These jackals don't care at all, and I believe the Lord Red Dragon won't care either.

Among the ten boxes of treasures, only half were various currencies, and the rest were all bloody jewelry.

The overall value is only a lot more than the same weight of currency, but they spent a lot of money.

Early the next morning, the young red dragon's figure appeared outside the camp, circling back and forth.

Everyone knew that this meant that they should follow him with the treasure.

The young red dragon will definitely not just fall down and go to the black death camp to collect commissions.

This is the common practice among monsters when they hire each other. Never trust each other too much, otherwise, you will not know how to die, even the powerful dragons, unless you have an overwhelming advantage.

Blood Claw was still leading the team, using two heavy trucks, dragging ten boxes of treasures, and followed the young red dragon from a distance.

Roderick did not take Bloodclaw and the others to the previous meeting place, but to a steep and lonely peak ten kilometers away.

This was the trading place he carefully selected overnight. After a while, he took the treasure directly to the lonely peak and hid it.

The original dragon's nest has been exposed, and it must not be taken back. These treasures are reluctant to be used as wedding clothes for the devil and half-elves, so they can only do this.

"Everyone leaves, you stay!" The young red dragon has become much more cautious since he suffered a big loss at the hands of Gavin.

If it were in the past, there would never be such an interlocking calculation.

The one who was left behind was naturally the Blood Claw who negotiated the contract with him yesterday.

After the other gnolls and hobgoblins retreated, Roderick ordered again: "Open all the boxes."

Blood Claw respectfully opened all the boxes one by one, and explained at the same time: "The goods of the Black Death are all from plunder, so they are very mixed and messy. There is no way to balance the value of each box, but I guarantee that these goods Added up, it will definitely exceed the 100,000 commission I promised yesterday.”

"Very good, tie them up with ropes." The young red dragon nodded with satisfaction. As long as it is treasure, it is fine. Now that he has not a single gold coin left in his body, he is not so particular about it at all, nor was he so particular before.

Unlike the bastard Ivinsa, he comes from a well-known family, with a father and a mother. He has all the knowledge a dragon needs, especially treasure valuation, which he practiced to perfection in his mother's dragon nest. The greatest pleasure when I was a child was to count my mother's treasures inside and out every day.

Even though it's not your own, it's nice to enjoy it.

Therefore, the overall value of these treasures can be measured at a glance. There are no traces of magic detected on them, so there should be no traps.

Blood Claw seemed to know what the young red dragon wanted to do. After tying it up very cooperatively, a sling suitable for grasping was exposed at the top, and then stepped away from the distance.

Roderick then settled down with confidence, grabbed two of the boxes, and flew towards the lonely peak.

Even he couldn't take away all the treasures at once.

Fortunately, it was air transport. Although the lonely peak was not short, it was only a little more than two kilometers long, so it was not a burden at all for the young Red Dragon.

After three consecutive trips without any accidents, the young red dragon was very excited.

Just as he was excitedly picking up the fourth wave of treasure chests and preparing to take off, he suddenly noticed something strange and shouted, "Why is the lid of the treasure chest closed in advance? Open it quickly."

Blood Claw, who had always been respectful, not only did not do as he was told, but his face changed, and he turned around and ran away.

The young red dragon shouted that it was not good, let go of the treasure chest in his hand, and flapped his dragon wings violently, trying to take off quickly.

Boom!

A huge magic power came out from the closed treasure chest, sweeping across the space of hundreds of meters.

Roderick only felt a strange law sweeping over his body, and the dragon wings suddenly became a decoration. No matter how he flapped, he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

No flying!

This is a no-fly magic!

The treasure chest was replaced, and there was a no-fly magic tool hidden inside.

The young red dragon understood what was going on instantly. While adjusting his body position to prepare for the inevitable fall, he turned his head to the location of the swapped treasure chest and sprayed a breath of flaming dragon.

The treasure chest could not withstand the burning of the hot dragon breath and instantly burned violently.

But how could such a carefully arranged trap be broken by a breath of dragon?

This treasure chest was carefully crafted. The wooden material on the outside was just a disguise, and there was a layer of fine steel inside.

It was unknown how thick it was and what material it was made of. Under the burning of the flame dragon breath, it not only did not deform, but even the color change was not obvious.

Aoaoao!

At this time, the howling of jackals one after another sounded from all directions.

Countless hyenas, jackals, and killing fang cavalry were running wildly.

The leader was Nord holding a magic staff. The killing fang under his crotch was one size larger than the ordinary one. His shoulder height was almost as high as that of a mammoth. He had a long waist and long legs. When he ran, his speed was quite amazing.

The young red dragon ran in the opposite direction of Nord without thinking.

This kind of no-fly magic must have a coverage range, otherwise the opponent would not have to spend so much effort to lure him down and directly launch it under him. He would fall from a height of hundreds of meters and fall to death.

As long as he rises again, the opponent will definitely not be able to do anything to him.

Another damn trap.

Since when did the dragon have so little prestige?

Anyone dares to kill a dragon?

Roderick's grief and anger can be imagined. He has been careful again and again, but he didn't expect that he would be calculated in the end.

Little did he know that when his greed was aroused, he had already put himself on the edge of danger.

"Still want to leave! Stay here!" Nord's big hand flashed with a rich black light, and the thick dry octopus tentacle in his hand turned into black mist on the spot.

At the same time, countless black mists poured out from the feet of the young red dragon, turning into black octopus tentacles as thick as an adult's arm and three or four meters long, covering him more than ten meters around.

The black tentacles swung wildly, entwining Roderick's limbs and dragon wings, trying to trap him in place.

The fourth ring spell - Aifa Black Tentacles.

These black tentacles are very resilient, and the young red dragon barely broke them with all his strength.

But there were such black tentacles everywhere, and he couldn't fly even one meter, so there was no way to get rid of them, and it was difficult to move.

Roderick instinctively shot a flame dragon breath that had just recovered at the black tentacles.

What surprised the young red dragon was that these black tentacles composed of black mist were actually immune to magic, and his dragon breath couldn't hurt them at all.

Roderick didn't give up, stretched his head and bit one, swinging it back and forth frantically.

Although he broke it as he wished, it was not the effect of its huge bite force, but it was torn off by force.

This thing is immune to attack.

The only effective way is to use brute force to pull it off.

But when he barely struggled to the edge of the black tentacle area.

There was another new area waiting for him there.

It's over, I'm going to die here today.

Roderick thought desperately.

"Hold on, reinforcements will be here soon." A voice sounded directly in the young red dragon's mind.

A few minutes ago, this voice would definitely be one of the sounds he hated the most.

But now, it was like the sound of nature.

That devil half-elf is nearby.

Since he is nearby, then the chattering red copper dragon must be nearby.

Will there be a group of kobolds or elf troops nearby?

As for why the devil half-elf knows his whereabouts so well, the young red dragon has no time to think about it.

With confidence in his heart, he stopped running and stood still.

Waiting for those jackals to come to him.

These black tentacles are obstacles to his escape, and in turn, they can also become his protection area. Once those jackals rush in, they may also be trapped by these black tentacles. They certainly dare not act rashly.

But the young red dragon underestimated the madness of the black death god and the jackals.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and there was no sense in their eyes, only rage and killing desire.

The leader of the black death god, Nord, knew that he was facing a giant dragon this time, even if it was a young red dragon.

It was very deterrent to most creatures, and I am afraid that few would dare to launch a desperate charge against him.

So, he mobilized all the beasts that were infused with the power of the abyss. They were dominated by the most twisted and evil beasts.

Let alone the giant dragon, even if there was a true god here, they would rush up without hesitation and take a bite.

The one charging in front was entangled by the black tentacles, and the one behind stepped on its back and continued to rush forward, one after another, until they paved the way in front of the young red dragon.

The giant hyena exuding the breath of the abyss howled and bit the neck of the young red dragon.

Flame dragon breath.

The dragon breath that was ready to go gushed out.

The giant hyena in the lead was directly rushed away.

The flame dragon breath was not effective against Aifa's black tentacles, but it was still very effective against these beasts.