Reborn As A Evil Dragon

I sincerely apologize for disappearing so suddenly without informing you all. It wasn't my intention to vanish without a word, and I truly regret any confusion or inconvenience it may have caused.

Here's what happened—I received unexpected news that one of my closest friends, someone I've known since fifth grade, was getting married. I barely had a day's notice before I had to leave, so I rushed to do some last-minute shopping and headed straight to his place.

Indian weddings are not just a single-day event; they are grand, elaborate celebrations filled with countless traditions and ceremonies. I had to be there three days before the wedding to help with the pre-wedding rituals, and even after the wedding, the festivities continued for another three days. Every moment was packed with customs, family gatherings, and joyous celebrations, leaving me with almost no time to even check my phone.

I know I should have informed you all beforehand, and for that, I am truly sorry. I never intended to go silent for so long, and I deeply appreciate your patience and understanding.

But I'm back now, and I promise to make up for my absence. From today onward, we'll be sticking to our schedule without any further interruptions. Thank you for your support—I truly appreciate it!

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Just as the Crimson Nest monster army continued to advance toward the center of the continent, the Ryan Empire, which resided at the heart of the continent, quickly responded and dispatched legions one after another to support other countries on the front line.

Orcs and dwarves also sent legions and strong men to the battle line.

Some strong men from small and medium-sized forces were also recruited.

At the beginning of the war, both sides were relatively restrained, and neither of their legendary combat forces was deployed.

This was obviously the default rule of war for both sides.

After all, the strong men on both sides knew that the other side was not easy to mess with, so it would be unrealistic to let the strong men fight to the death.

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Blackwing Lair.

"Has it started yet?" I sighed.

I summoned Brain.

Not long after, a gnoll who was three and a half meters tall and well-built walked in. He half-knelt down and saluted the black dragon with a respectful expression. "Master."

A message flashed in my eyes.

[Biological Order: 15th High Order; Warg Knight Profession: Level 16 High Level]

"Brain, you will lead an army of 30,000 monsters to provoke a war at the border of the Principality of Cass. During this period, there is no need to fight too fiercely or pursue victory too much. I will let Puck accompany the army as a trump card to guard against Duke Bauhinia."

"As ordered." Brain responded respectfully, stood up, and left Castle Black.

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Outside the Monster City, 30,000 monster warriors gathered within half a day.

The main forces of this 30,000-strong monster army were goblins, gnolls, and trolls.

"Let's go, for the glory of the Black King!"

"For the glory of Blackwing Lair!"

Brain rode on the back of the huge Silver Moon Wolf and roared at the monster warriors in front of him. Silver Moon Wolf had survived the previous battle and been rescued. After five or six years, it had already broken through to the top order of monsters.

Ouch~!

Hohoho~!

The monster warriors were extremely excited, with bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes.

Doing tasks and hunting some monsters on weekdays was not satisfying at all.

It had to be war; war could inspire their wild nature.

Underground, a rock dragon that was more than thirty meters long and emanated a deep and terrifying aura shuttled around. Wherever it went, rocks and soil would automatically separate.

This was the innate ability of the rock dragon.

The monster army moved all the way south.

And this mighty movement also attracted another overlord in the dark forest—Forest Elves.

The development of Blackwing Lair over the years had avoided the territory of the forest elves. Since the interests of the forest elves had not been harmed, they had not interfered with the development of Blackwing Lair.

After all, there was a saying that Blackwing Lair was truly neutral. So far, it had not actively provoked a war.

The invasion of the wasteland did not count. After all, the wasteland was originally a land without a human owner. Even the centaurs had only occupied it for a few decades. It could not be said that this was the territory of the centaurs.

And even when invading the wasteland, Blackwing Lair did not kill innocents indiscriminately. Except for the rebels, the rest of the humans were living well under the rule of the Siglinde family.

Neither attack on small kingdoms as they were the foolish ones who thought kidnapping a child of a dragon was a good idea even then as soon as the Dragon King got his child he and his army retired without spilling anymore blood.

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"Is that black dragon making any movements again?"

In the northern part of the dark forest, in the center of the elven city shrouded by a massive barrier, inside a palace made of several giant green trees, forest elves were gathered.

They sat on exquisite rattan chairs with leaves still growing on them, frowning and discussing.

"The dark forest has been made a mess by the descendants of the black dragon. I don't know how many monsters have died at the hands of those monsters. We should have driven away the black dragon long ago," the younger male elf elder spoke.

"Fighting between monsters is a natural way. However, the power of the black dragon's followers is growing larger and larger, and we in the Green Forest should also think about how to deal with it. If the black dragon doesn't bother us now, it will certainly bother us in the future," an elf elder said calmly.

"The Crimson Nest appeared a few days ago and launched a war in the eastern part of the continent. The behavior of the black dragon may be related to the Crimson Nest. If this is the case, we in the Green Forest must not ignore it.

A thousand years ago, the Crimson Disaster that swept across the continent caused heavy losses to our clan, even the leader."

An older elf elder sighed.

His words made several older elders remain silent, with angry looks flashing in their eyes.

A thousand years ago, the Green Forest Tribe had been a large elf tribe with legendary elf powerhouses.

But during the Crimson Disaster War that swept across the continent, the legendary Elf King had been defeated by the legendary green dragon 'Clayville' under the Crimson Mother and then eaten alive.

Clayville had not only eaten the legendary Elf King but also killed and consumed thousands of forest elves.

One must know that it is extremely difficult for forest elves to have children. A forest elf couple may only have one or two children in a thousand years. Additionally, forest elves only reached adulthood at 110 years of age. It was extremely difficult for their population to expand. Losing thousands of tribesmen at once was already a heavy loss, taking at least hundreds of years to recover.

After thousands of years of development, largely removed from worldly affairs, the number of forest elves in the Emerald Forest now exceeded five thousand, including those nearing death and those newly born.

However, as long as forest elves reached adulthood, they could generally practice the professions inherited by their tribe to an advanced level. This was a natural talent in their blood. Many forest elves even practiced two professions simultaneously, one as melee fighters and the other as spellcasters or archers. This resulted in the high-end combat power of the forest elves being exceptionally strong.

The Black Wing Lair had never provoked the Green Forest because it feared the strength of these forest elves. Even now, if it was not necessary, Black Wing Lair did not want to launch a war against them for the little territory of the Green Forest.

"I think we can sign an alliance contract with the Black Dragon Lord."

A young male elf pondered for a long time and suddenly spoke.

His words shocked the elf elders present, some of whom were in disbelief.

"Zephyr, do you know what you are talking about?" an elf elder scolded.

The young elf named 'Wind' Zephyr nodded seriously, his expression somber. "Elders, I am not joking.

Nowadays, there are no legendary strong elves in our Emerald Forest. The strongest one is the Great Elder, but he barely has pseudo-legendary combat power. Now that the Crimson Mother is born, the continent will definitely be in turmoil. As long as our Emerald Forest survives in this land, it is inevitable that we will get into a fight!

How many people do we have now? How many advanced and master-level elf warriors do we have? If we continue to actively create enemies for ourselves for unclear reasons, how many elven warriors will die?"

When Zephyr said this, some elven elders fell into deep thought, while others were still annoyed and wanted to refute him. However, Zephyr ignored them and continued speaking.

"Being kind to strange creatures is something you should do when you have spare power. If you don't have spare power and can't even protect the safety of your own people, yet still talk about eradicating evil, saving creatures, and saving the continent, then isn't this cruelty to one's own people?

The dead elf warriors also had wives and children."

The elven elders, who had initially been annoyed and wanted to refute him, found themselves unable to respond after hearing these words. Finally, they managed to choke out a sentence:

"Their wives and children will also feel that their fathers, who sacrificed their lives for kindness and justice and to save living beings, are great."

"Really? Then they are truly ruthless," Zephyr said calmly, scanning the elf elder with his piercing gaze.

"Is it something to be proud of that even one's closest relatives can lose their lives so easily and so calmly?

I would rather they cry and tell their father not to participate in the war or save lives, for no reason, just for the sake of a peaceful life for the family."

The atmosphere in the palace was silent.

The great elf elder, sitting on the main seat, spoke,

"Do you have any objections to what Zephyr said?"

Most of the elven elders kept silent. Those who wanted to refute sighed and stopped talking when they saw this scene.

"It seems that everyone has acquiesced." The great elder stroked his neat and slender green beard, looked at Zephyr, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

"Zephyr, let me leave this matter to you. Go to the Black Wing Lair, meet the Black Dragon King, and reach an agreement."

"Don't think about it anymore. That is a black dragon that seems to be old. Although I don't know its specific strength, it is probably not weaker than you, the great elder. If Zephyr goes and it becomes dangerous..." an elf elder hesitated.

Before the great elder could respond, Zephyr spoke confidently,

"Thank you, Elder Som, for your concern, but according to my observation, this Black Dragon Lord is not another evil black dragon. Moreover, I will also carry teleportation props. If I encounter danger, I will escape immediately. With my strength, just escaping is no problem."

As soon as this was said, the elven elders nodded one after another, thinking it was feasible.

Zephyr is the most talented of the younger generation in their Emerald Forest. Normal forest elves barely reach the advanced level at the age of 110, and it will be difficult for them to reach the master level in the next one or two hundred years. However, Zephyr is now 120 years old. He has reached level 16, and he is practicing two professions at the same time. The other, 'Forest Shooter,' has also reached level 15. His main profession, the 'Wind Whisperer,' is the most difficult to cultivate in the Emerald Forest clan.

His strength is already stronger than that of many elders present here.

One must know that none of the elf elders here are less than three hundred years old, and the oldest elder and others are even more than a thousand years old.

The average lifespan of ordinary forest elves is eight hundred years. If they break through to the master level, their lifespan will be increased by five hundred years. The great elder and several of the oldest elf elders have basically reached an age where they will pass away at any time.

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The Verdant Forest attaches great importance to its alliance with Black Wing Lair.

Zephyr left the Green Forest that day and headed toward the Black Wing Nest territory alone.

When arriving at the border of Black Wing Lair, Zephyr felt something, stopped breathing, became invisible, and hid high in the trees.

Soon, a team passed by below.

Ten heavily armed goblin warriors over two meters tall, each holding a black wolf-dog over two meters long, appeared to be patrolling.

The Wind Whisperer profession makes Zephyr very sensitive to breath and allows him to accurately sense the strength range of creatures weaker than himself even without using any spells.

"The goblin warriors are fifth or sixth order. The wolf-dog beasts are third or fourth order." Zephyr watched this scene silently.

A monster team of this strength, not to mention him, can be easily dealt with by ordinary adult elf warriors.

However, what makes Zephyr feel solemn is this:

A few years ago, the monster team patrolling the border of Black Wing Lair was only composed of a mid-order monster warrior as the captain and nine low-order monster warriors as assistants.

Moreover, there were no such wolf-dog beasts, very sensitive to smells, being raised at that time.

How many years has it been? That's how much change there is.

Zephyr didn't think that Black Wing Lair was guarding against their Emerald Forest, so it dispatched this kind of elite warrior in the human kingdom all year round to do the boring and hard work of patrolling.

"The Black Wing Lair's strength is expanding too fast." Zephyr's heart tightened slightly, and he was a little worried.

After the patrolling goblin team left, Zephyr continued to sneak toward the territory of Black Wing Lair.

He was acting as an envoy this time, so he could naturally inform the monster warriors and let them lead him to the Black Wing Lair, but Zephyr wanted to observe the real situation of the Black Wing Lair with his own eyes. If the monster warrior was taking him, the real situation might be difficult to detect.

Although he wanted to form an alliance between the Emerald Forest and the Black Wing Lair, that was only when the Black Wing Lair was at least a neutral camp or chaotic neutral.

If Black Wing Lair was evil, Zephyr would not agree to an alliance.

As he gradually went deeper into the Black Wing Lair, Zephyr was also secretly frightened in his heart.

Along the way, he encountered more than ten monster teams, and all of them had the same configuration as the first monster team.

This shows what?

It shows that in the Black Wing Lair, intermediate monsters are very common, and it is normal to have a patrol team of at least more than a hundred intermediate monster warriors in one direction.

One adult forest elf warrior can easily defeat a patrol team, but if there are ten of them, the elf warriors of high-level professionals can only flee.

While thinking, Zephyr finally reached the core territory of Black Wing Lair—the City of Monsters.

Looking at the hundred-foot-high city wall, Zephyr, who had hidden his figure and aura, was a little surprised but not too astonished. After all, the buildings in the Green Forest were all built on giant trees hundreds of meters high. Towering and majestic, they are no less impressive than the Monster City. And in terms of exquisiteness, the Green Forest surpasses it significantly.

The Green Forest is a city that has been built for thousands of years. Thanks to the hard work of the forest elves, it is no exaggeration to say that it is exquisitely crafted. One can even see various intricate carvings on any building in the Green Forest.

There is a second-level spell inscribed with the Eye of Detection at the city gate.

Zephyr noticed it, but he didn't care. He entered the Monster City with a few quick moves.

Even the Eye of Detection cannot see the hidden figure of Zephyr.

This is the terrifying nature of the Wind Whisperer profession. This profession is a dual practitioner of magic and martial arts, which can be said to restrain most ordinary spellcasters.

Walking on the black stone streets of Monster City, which are more than a hundred meters wide, Zephyr felt a little shocked as he looked at the various shops open on both sides of the streets and the various monsters and humans coming in and out.

Although the Green Forest is majestic and beautiful, it has always been deserted. After all, its population is limited. How can a city with thousands of people be lively?

However, this did not shock Zephyr. After all, he had traveled to the human world for several years when he was an adult and had seen a lot.

What shocked Zephyr was that monsters and humans of different races could coexist harmoniously together. There were even a few humans arguing with a goblin about prices.

Can people imagine the troll licking his face and bargaining pitifully with the goblin over just roasting a pig's leg?

Can people imagine humans and evil jackals walking out of a tavern arm-in-arm, bragging about their proud experiences?

Hey, hey, this is a bit outrageous.

After walking around the Monster City for an hour, Zephyr felt mixed emotions.

What's complicated is that the city built by a group of monsters is actually better than their noble forest elves'. This is debatable, of course, as not all forest elves like this lively and noisy atmosphere.

But he was genuinely happy because, after Zephyr's on-the-spot investigation, he could be sure that it was absolutely impossible for a chaotic and evil black dragon to allow his dependents to develop such a city.

"It's time to meet the Black Dragon Lord," Zephyr decided.

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