Dragons weren't a species unique to the mortal plane. As one of the most ancient species, they had branches all over the multiverse. Since the dragons in the mortal plane had begun to distance themselves from humans, it was much easier to meet dragons when traveling in other planes.
Encounters with dragons in epic stories would often be related to one another. In the end, the main character would usually obtain many benefits, such as God Equipment, Dragonslayer's Glory, Dragonblood Baptism, the beginning of an epic Quest, and so on.
In fact, since Knight stories would always meet dragons and obtain many benefits by stepping on them, the main character would be given the title of "Dragon God", which gave rise to a series of stories about dragons.
For solo adventurers, meeting these large lizards on their travels would doubtlessly be a misfortune.
Silver Dragons, Gold Dragons, and other Metal Dragons would be fine. As long as you didn't have a terrible reputation, they would probably only play tricks on you.
For example, if you met a Silver Dragon or Gold Dragon and gave them a seemingly glorious Quest, only to find out that you only received "glory" after you worked so hard to complete the quest. You didn't receive a single copper coin as payment.
"The righteous dragons are giving puny humans missions because they respect you. You still want payment?"
If you met a Bronze Dragon or Copper Dragon, you'd better pray that you had enough jokes and stories to satisfy the Copper Dragons' endless curiosity, or that you had enough skill points in Maze and Adventure so that you wouldn't die to the dragons' fatal pranks.
If meeting a Metal Dragon was bad luck, then meeting a Red Dragon, Black Dragon, Blue Dragon, or any other Color Dragon would be bad luck.
These Color Dragons didn't have as many tricks as the Metal Dragons when dealing with visitors to their territory. They would always do the same thing: ambush.
Valuable captives would be treated as slaves and servants, while worthless captives would be treated as food. If the captives didn't taste good, they would be fed to their subordinates. Their luggage would be considered spoils of war, and their treasures would be collectibles. None of the captives would be wasted.
Hakas was a mature Black Dragon more than two hundred years old. He was also the ruler of this swampy area.
When the lizardmen slaves reported to him that a newcomer had arrived in his territory, and that this newcomer had earned the title of Lizardman Harvester by killing lizardmen, Hakas was rather displeased.
After all, he had ten or so Lizardmen Tribes under his command, and they all called him the Lizardmen King. Although he didn't like this title, this newcomer actually called him the Lizardmen Reaper. Wasn't this a public slap in the face?
The reason why it had so many lizardmen under its command wasn't because it had a preference for lizardmen that looked similar to each other. Instead, in the Dark Swamp on the 75th level of the Abyss, the lizardmen were considered to be existences that could communicate with each other.
Originally, Hakas should have personally gone out and let this newcomer witness his domain lord's boldness, but it was raining so heavily outside that he really didn't want to go out … Yep, it definitely wasn't because Hakas was worried that he would fail miserably and wanted to use the lizardmen to test his power level.
Thus, it sent its subordinates to lure that fellow to its doorstep. Then, it used the most intelligent of the Dragons, the Black Dragon Clan's specialty — an ambush to take care of that fellow.
It had to be said that those foolish lizardmen had done an excellent job this time. Not only did they find out that Hakas was a swordsman, a pure swordsman who had only recently reached the Saint-rank. Even in a direct confrontation, Hakas would have had a great chance of winning. However, the cautious Lizardmen King still chose to use the black dragons' traditional ambush tactics.
"Noble black dragons are different from other foolish dragons. We use our brains. We can easily win, so why fight head-on?"
Obviously, this was prejudice. Color dragons all loved ambushes. Red dragons, who were skilled at flying, were masters of aerial combat and ambushes. They would suddenly descend from the clouds without any warning, giving even the mega empires headaches.
If it was a desert, then the Blue Dragon would be hiding in the hot sand. Thunderstorms, sand storms, and storms would suddenly rise from beneath their feet, causing even the most cautious warrior to panic for a moment. Meanwhile, the high-speed Blue Dragon would never miss an opportunity to strike.
Black dragons were creatures of the swamp. Apart from being skilled at ambushing in the wild, they were also quite skilled at ambushing in the swamp.
Black dragons would lie in ambush in the swamp. Black dragons' natural talent allowed them to breathe underwater like a fish. The stench of the swamp actually covered up the black dragons' odor of rotting flesh. Black dragons' natural talents of decaying water and controlling mud were even more perfect for black dragons' disguises.
"Ha, we black dragons are the true kings of the swamps. When that guy arrives, have the lizardmen attack first. Once he's distracted, I'll suddenly rush out and kill him with a single dragon breath. If he manages to dodge, use Stone to Mud to transform the dry swamp and drag him into the water. "
Dragons were sly and cautious. Their combat techniques were passed down from generation to generation. Dragons that combined magic and martial arts were more like wild beasts. Their bloodline's combat techniques made them natural-born hunters. Dragons were more suited to hunting by themselves in the wild. Dragons that fought in groups would actually have their sharpest claws and teeth cut off, greatly reducing their combat strength.
Currently, Hakas was lying in ambush underwater. He did his best to recall the delicious human meat he had eaten last time. When he thought about the human meat he was about to eat, Hakas almost drooled. Had it been twenty or fifty years since he last met a human?
"I'm getting closer, I'm getting closer."
Hakas' footsteps reverberated. Even though he was underwater and his devolved eyes were unable to see anything above the water, his sensitive hearing allowed him to lock onto his target like a radar.
"… He stopped?"
Just as Hakas was about to enter the ambush, that human suddenly stopped when he was only twenty meters above Hakas' head.
No, not only did he stop, he even sat down and seemed to be saying something to the cat on his shoulder.
Black dragon Hakas floated upwards slightly as he used up a large amount of magic to enhance his hearing. Finally, he was able to hear clearly …
"Shh ~ Look, what did I discover? There's a lone black dragon here. That's a cautious type of dragon. Let's circle around him from behind … "
Hakas was shocked to learn that he had been exposed. He suddenly exerted his strength underwater in an attempt to turn an ambush into a direct attack. But halfway through, right when his neck popped out of the water, he discovered that he was no longer able to move.
"Ice?"
Ice began to condense on the surface of the swamp. The swamp, which had been filled with mud, completely transformed into ice and frozen earth. This ice was surprisingly sturdy. Hakas rushed out of the dragon's head as his body was frozen underwater. The entire swamp had been transformed into frozen earth.
Hakas, who was trapped in the swamp, wasn't a white dragon that could control ice and snow. He was tightly bound and unable to move at all.
"… Black dragons contain many types of vitamins and a high amount of calories. One black dragon can provide us with an entire year's worth of calories …"
Hakas didn't give up. He blew his venomous dragon breath at Hakas, causing the green mist to disperse. Just as Hakas thought that he had successfully escaped, that voice continued to speak.
"… Hey, I've caught him! He's struggling really hard! Oh, he has bad breath! "
The toxic mist had already dissipated, but the golden-haired man was completely unharmed as he slowly walked over. He had an evil smile on his face as he explained the situation to Hakas. When the golden-haired man got closer, Hakas was still unable to move even though he was struggling, causing him to despair even more.
The golden-haired man looked at Hakas' neck as if he was a demon. He waved a giant fork made of ice in his left hand and a giant knife made of ice in his right hand. He waved it across the black dragon's neck.
"Just turn around and you'll be able to eat him! Crispy and chicken-flavored! "
"You're the chicken-flavored one! Your entire family is chicken-flavored!"
The humiliation of being compared to chicken made Hakas explode with anger. But what he saw was an ice fork that was as tall as a human being stabbing right into his face. This was the last thing Hakas knew before he lost consciousness. He could only sigh in his heart.
"Father, Hakas has truly become the shame of all Dragons. He's actually going to be eaten by a human."
…
Twenty minutes later, in Hakas' warm and comfortable dragon nest, countless lizardmen were busy lighting a fire and cooking. Among them was a tall and skinny dark-skinned elf male who was particularly eye-catching.
He was busy next to the fire, drying the boots and wet clothes for his new master. The clothes were fine, but the boots that had been stifling in the wet rain for a few days smelled so bad that the enslaved dragon had the urge to bang his head against the wall and kill himself.
But, he didn't dare to …
* Clang! *
The dark-skinned elf only took two steps before collapsing on the ground. This wasn't because he was trying to act cute, as an old man acting cute would only make people feel disgusted. It was just that Hakas was no longer able to maintain his balance. That was because the part of his body that was supposed to maintain balance was currently being roasted on the barbeque rack.
After waiting for quite a while, I started salivating as I watched the dragon's tail dripping with oil finally being roasted.
"Oh, right, Roland …"
Harloys suddenly spoke up while she was still looking at the roasted dragon skewers.
"You know what it means to not talk while eating or sleeping. I ordered this myself. If you want to eat it, go ahead and cut it yourself. "
I pointed at the knife and fork, causing the human-shaped black dragon who was eavesdropping to suddenly run out of the door and get drenched in the rain. Along the way, he fell on the ground twice, but he couldn't escape due to our contract, so I couldn't be bothered to deal with him.
"No, I'm not interested in dragon meat … Forget it."
"You're so bored that you can't finish your sentence."
I complained as I took the dragon skewer that the lizardman handed to me and took a bite … It was sour, stinky, and astringent, exploding in my mouth. At that moment, I was reminded of a toilet that hadn't been cleaned in ten years … and then I vomited everything!
"Retch!"
It took me quite a while to finish vomiting, but Harloys casually started explaining.
"A black dragon's poisonous breath is even more poisonous than a wyvern's. Black dragons are also scavengers of the swamp. I believe that as long as you haven't forgotten all about biology, you should know that such a thing can't be eaten."
The surrounding lizardmen were so frightened that they were kneeling on the ground. I glanced at the oily dragon skewer again and felt that it was quite a pity.
It wasn't that I was afraid of poison, as dragon poison was nothing to me. However, the delicacy that I had been looking forward to for so long was as stinky as excrement. How disappointing.
"What a pity. That's quite rare for you. Do you really want to eat dragon meat that much? "
"I do. Back when I was in Sulfur Mountain City, I always saw black and red dragons flying around in the sky, and I always wanted to taste them. Such a large piece of dragon meat would definitely taste delicious. Later on, when I obtained a physical body, I couldn't reach out to Little Red's disciples and grand-disciples. "
Harloys silently wiped away her sweat. It seemed that the residents of the Underground Dragon City had truly escaped a calamity.
"Actually, dragon meat can be eaten. It's common sense not to casually eat poisonous magical beasts, but not all dragons are poisonous. All you need to do is avoid green dragons and black dragons. "
"There are records?"
"Yep, there will always be some eccentric mages. There was once an archmage named Bane who wrote a book called 'A Compilation of Common Dragon Meat Dishes.' He even prepared a dragon feast and invited guests. "
"Oh, oh, oh, there really was a senior? Could you introduce me to him?"
"No, several hundred years ago, he was surrounded and beaten to death by a group of dragons."
"What a pity, he was a great person of his generation …"
"His recipes were left behind, and I've even seen them. The most delicious meat he had was red dragon meat. It contained all sorts of fire elements, and with just a little roasting, it would naturally be cooked from the inside out. It would be incredibly delicious if it was smeared with fat and served with red wine. Also, red dragons that have been training for a long time will be even chewier than other dragons. "
Hearing this, the red dragons in the sky in my memory were unknowingly replaced by a group of fat flying dragons. I was almost drooling.
"Little Red will come anyway. How about you see if you can borrow some …"
The gigantic flying meat in my mind turned into Little Red's face, and I suddenly felt that the taste was a bit too heavy. I shook my head and sighed.
"She'll treat me to her fist. It's a pity that there aren't any other red dragons here …"
"Actually, black dragons can also be eaten. Although it's a bit troublesome to process, there are many ways to make dragon meat dishes. You can make marinated meat and let it dry and ferment it. You can also add some other ingredients and bury it underground to make stinky marinated meat or stewed stinky meat. It smells stinky, but tastes delicious."
* Clang! *
Just as I was considering this, I suddenly heard a sound from the door. The black dragon stared at us in a daze, then screeched and ran out again.
"I'm not marinated meat! Save me, mom! There's a dragon eater! "
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