Duke of Grief

Cervantes hummed a little song and walked in a swamp.

There are no trees around, and the low-lying terrain makes surface water drainage difficult and infiltration difficult, and the entrance is flat.

The part of the blood of the Black Dragon made him very fond of this dampness with a slightly decayed atmosphere, and the ‘remuneration’ that Latiniha said before made him even more excited.

How much wealth can an adult dragon have? No one knows this problem. They don’t know that apart from the giant dragon, such as Cervantes, who often walks in human society, ordinary dragons do not actually have much wealth.

Most people know that dragons like treasures, so they form an inherent impression-in the long life of the dragons, they can collect a lot of treasures. After each successful dragon slaughter, the dragon slaughterers can get glory in addition to , Can also obtain huge amounts of wealth.

But most of the dragons that will be targeted by the dragon slaughterers are evil dragons. Since they are notorious dragons, they naturally do something bad. For the dragons, the only bad thing they can do is to snatch. "Treasure" this item, even killing people and destroying towns are only incidental, ordinary dragons, even evil dragons, will not particularly like killing, because that makes no sense to them.

Ordinary humans are like a little bug to them, and killing more bugs will not make them feel satisfied.

In addition to the treasures possessed by evil dragons, the dragon itself is a valuable'treasure'. Blood, bones, muscles, scales, skin, dragon horns, etc. are all very precious magic materials-just like a maid from time to time Will take some blood from Cervantes to study and make magic items.

In fact, ordinary dragons are very poor...

If there are no wild intelligent life groups such as lizardmen, goblins, etc., how can the lazy dragons that have passed by a night or two simply collect treasures?

The magical materials that other intelligent life thinks are treasures are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the dragons, and they are lazy by nature. Even if the dragons go out and rob, it may only be once in ten years or even decades. How can they have many treasures?

‘Poverty’ is the general ecology of the Dragon race!

Of course, this poverty is also relative. After all, the long life of the dragon is long, and some gold and silver treasures can be accumulated.

The treasures owned by the dragon itself plus the money stolen from the Fortune Church, how much should there be...

Cervantes thought for a moment, then could not help but smirk.

Although part of the wealth in the Fortune Church needs to be returned, the treasure owned by the Black Dragon belongs to him!

The wishful thinking in Cervantes' mind crackled, and even his footsteps became a little more cheerful. As the distance got closer, his footsteps became faster and faster.

He was not afraid that the cousin would find him, because when he approached, the cousin should have been found, and now, the cousin should be hiding from him!

"Cousin? Where are you? Come out and play!" Cervantes shouted happily in front of the open space. "I know you are near here. If you don't come out, I should go to you!"

After shouting, Cervantes listened for a while, and heard no response.

Cervantes sighed sadly, it seems that his cousin did not want to ignore him.

Dragons have a very weak view of their kinship. In addition to their direct blood relatives, if the metal dragon is better, at least they can talk about it. If it is a color dragon, it is basically a vigilant mentality.

It is not a strange thing that the color dragons rob each other's treasures, not to mention ‘cousins’. This happens even among brothers and sisters who have a bad relationship. After all, color dragons are mostly evil.

However, since I promised to deal with these things, I am sure to do the last thing, otherwise the promised rewards will definitely be gone.

And just warm up a little bit before the war...

Cervantes licked his lips, hehe laughed twice and whispered, "Cousin, don't you really come out?"

"Let's talk first. I'm the thug invited by the Fortune Church. You can now return what you robbed. I can still give you a way of life. If you don't come out, I will grab you!"

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement around.

Shaking his head and sighing, the black dragon whispered, "I can't live by doing evil..."

At his feet, a flame lit up quietly, and then spread quietly around.

The high temperature climbed to the surface of the plant, burned it out, and the light bloomed in this low-lying land. The infinite light and the infinite high temperature caused the swamp to start transpiration, and the water vapor and embers turned into a wavy transparent ribbon.

The heat wave was surging, Cervantes stood in the middle of the fire, his hands were suddenly raised, the flames rose high, and fell back like a tide rising to the top, filling the dark and rotten swamp with temperature and light.

"Hahahahaha..."

Crazy laughter echoed in the air, and under the laughter of Cervantes, a black dragon covered with mud and sewage suddenly came out of the boiling water around Cervantes.

"Roar--"

"Yo, cousin, how are you!" Cervantes turned to look around and greeted with a smile.

I saw that a dragon's claws covered it!

boom!

The ground under the dragon's claws sank, and the sewage accumulated in the land suddenly exploded, but it was evaporated by flames in the air.

"Your greeting is a little bit funny!"

Black Dragon looked up in amazement, and a figure with back wings stood in the air, and flames lingered beside him, like a tamed beast.

Cervantes embraced his chest with both hands and looked down at his expression.

The consternation on the face of the black dragon is clearly visible. It is really difficult for the average person to imagine that a dragon covered with scales on his face can actually make such a rich expression.

call--

At the next moment, a dark shadow crossed the sky, and the black dragon's sturdy tail swept from where Cervantes was, but he emptied.

"whispering sound!"

Heilong hurriedly looked around, but the figure did not appear in his vision.

The flames around him licked his wet scales, making his skin dry and unbearable.

Heilong has the intention to end this battle earlier, but this is obviously impossible, and his ‘cousin’ is really too strong...

"Cousin, where are you looking?"

A faint sigh came from the back of the head. The black dragon's eyes condensed, and he transformed into a human figure before landing, but a riding boot suddenly appeared in front of him.

One leg kicked the cousin's body off the ground. Cervantes had a cruel smile on his face. The left foot stomped hard, and the left hand reached out, grabbing a calf of the black dragon in front of him.

Before the black dragon’s brain recovered from the shock of the previous leg, Cervantes grabbed his left leg, and his body flew into the air instantly, but the next moment came a powerful force from his calf. Suddenly there was a flower in front of me, and the sky turned into a black ground by the way——

Cervantes threw his cousin to the ground!

"Well!"

The black dragon's face fell on the ground that was no longer soft due to the evaporation of water. The entire body was embedded in the earth. At this moment, the skeleton of the whole body seemed to be moaning.

Cervantes raised his right fist to charge, took a deep breath, and his fist fell suddenly!

Tom!

The fist fell on the back of the black dragon's head, causing the ground beneath it to burst suddenly. The body shook suddenly, and there was no more noise.

Cervantes slowly got up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Blood and brains dripped along the fingertips on the back of his original owner.

Looking coldly at the black dragon without movement for a while, Cervantes smiled: "Hey, get one!"

Immediately afterwards, he hummed Xiaoqu to find the Black Dragon's lair. Instead of asking for it, it was better to find it by himself. Anyway, his cousin could not tell him.

After Cervantes found the treasure and took it away, the black dragon lying on the ground dared to arch and pulled his head out of the ground.

He touched the wound behind his head, took a breath, and shuddered as he watched his cousin leave.

Cervantes Doig's wind of mourning... I didn't expect him to be so powerful, and he was also the thug of the church of wealth!

Black Dragon sat on the ground and looked around, sighing, the swamp seemed ruined...

Forget it, don't provoke those guys in the future!