Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 145: Corrupted Wyvern in the Basin
Nemesis flapped its wings and flew high from the Twin Capes, and the huge dragon shadow swept across the entire coastline.

On the way, he passed Heim Port. This colonial city had already taken shape. The area near the coast had become a busy dock. The jungle leading to the old city of Custer had also been completely cleared, and high stone walls were built on the edge, turning it into a huge city.

Tropical rainforest-style palm trees stand haphazardly alongside the city’s bluestone roads, and wood is the primary material used for most of the houses in Helmport.

Some wealthy people will move to the coastal area next to the port area, where there are single-family villas built on the seaside.

In the center of the ruins of the old Caster City, a huge wizard tower was erected. Although it was not as tall as the Black Rod Tower, it still reached the most basic level of a wizard tower.

Nemesis couldn't help but envy the legendary wizard's wealth. He built a wizard tower from scratch in two years. He believed that this was definitely not Boris's only wizard tower. In Amn, the other party might have a more luxurious alternative.

Nemesis passed the port of Heim and galloped over the endless plain. He saw that on the plain, more than a dozen Pait cities were built on the land hundreds of kilometers apart. The largest one had a dazzling golden pyramid that was a hundred meters high in its center.

“Not a good fit here”

Nemesis shook his head and ruled this place out as a place to stay. The power of the Golden Legion would surely continue to advance in the future. If he settled here, he might come into conflict with them.

The giant dragon in the sky changed direction, and its huge body suddenly turned, completing a turn in the air in an incredible way, and continued flying towards the north.

Yu Long, who was transformed into a small snake by him using Transfiguration, was almost thrown out. He was terrified. He couldn't fly! If he fell from such a high place, he might be smashed into a pulp if he turned into his original form.

After an afternoon of flying, Nemesis arrived at the northern edge of the Great Plains, where there were towering mountains stretching for thousands of miles. The rugged mountain roads separated the Great Plains from the territory behind the mountains.

"Master." Yulong spoke with some trembling. He felt very uncomfortable after flying on the giant dragon for a whole day. After all, he now only had the physical fitness of a small snake.

"Where do you want to go? I can lead the way for you. It's better than flying aimlessly like this." Yulong said in a flattering manner.

Nemesis shook his head and said, "I don't know where to go. Everything in this land is too unfamiliar to me. But if I have to name a place, I want to go to a place rich in mineral resources."

Yu Long was silent after hearing this, and cursed in his heart: "Who knows this!"

The flying dragon suddenly stopped, and the sudden brake almost made Yu Long fall to the ground again. Before he could see what was going on, he heard the hateful master ask him, "What is that place?"

Yulong looked in the direction Nemesis pointed and found a huge basin with two towering mountains sandwiching its exit in the middle. He could barely see a number of small black dots walking on the ground.

"Those seem to be the Niksalan people?" Yulong asked hesitantly.

The dragon's eyesight gave him a clear vision. Nemesis saw that the appearance of the Niksalans on the ground was almost exactly the same as that of the humans in Faerun: tall, thin, with dark yellow skin.

These hundreds of Nikesarans seemed to be refugees, carrying heavy bags, some of them armed with crude spears, walking towards the valley inside the mountain.

"The central part of the Maztec continent is almost entirely ruled by the Niksalans," Yulong explained.

"But there is fierce competition there, with several forces competing with each other. In addition, the people of Niksaran love war by nature, and wars have frequently broken out in the past hundred years."

"These people should be Nisarans who fled the war. Sometimes there are Nisarans who flee across the Death Mountains on the Great Plains and are taken in by the Pait people." "Death Mountains?" Nemesis looked back at the mountains he had crossed. He could sense a few auras that were considered powerful even for him, and there were even a large number of monsters active.

For weak humans, this place can indeed be called the "Mountains of Death".

"But these Niksalan people probably can't get in." Yulong curled his lips and said with some regret.

"This basin belongs to someone." A trace of disgust flashed in Yulong's eyes.

Nemesis nodded. He smelled a disgusting scent coming from the basin, an unnatural smell that dragons hated.

Soon, the owner of the smell appeared.

Along with terrifying roars, more than a dozen 15-meter-long dragon-shaped figures flew out from the valley. The refugees on the ground were immediately frightened and dropped their bags, and tremblingly picked up their weapons to defend themselves.

"What a disgusting thing." Nemesis shouted with anger in his eyes.

Yu Long's expression was full of disgust. "There lives a madman in that basin, a shaman who believes in Zartek. He practices dark magic and likes to capture false dragons and corrupt them."

The dozen or so monsters hovering in the air were a type of pseudo-dragon - the wyvern.

The wyvern is a pseudo-dragon with extremely weak dragon blood. Its strength is probably only comparable to that of a seventh-level professional. It has two scaly legs and a pair of tough wings. Its tail is strong and powerful, and at the end of it is its most powerful weapon: a poisonous tail sting.

The toxin in a dragon's tail stinger can kill a creature in seconds. The highly toxic dragon toxin can burn the victim's heart and arteries and veins through the returning blood. The lethality of dragons makes hunters and adventurers often covet their venom, and use it for alchemical blending and weapon poisoning.

Normally, a wyvern can only rely on its sharp claws, fangs, and poisonous tail stinger to attack its prey.

But the dozen or so monsters in front of him were different.

Their claws, teeth, and jaws were uglier and larger than normal, their skin was mottled and wrinkled, and their eyes were blood red with hatred. They looked like they had been twisted by an evil force beyond imagination.

These are corrupted wyverns, their bodies completely changed by spells, the undead energy corroded their bodies, turning these originally mute and low-IQ monsters into semi-undead creatures that only obey the casters.

Their terrifying dark claws contain vicious necromancy energy, and any creature attacked will gradually have its vitality devoured by the necromancy energy.

The refugees on the ground obviously had never seen these ferocious creatures hovering above their heads. One of the Niksalans was so bold as to throw the long spear in his hand into the air.

The spear did not hurt the corrupted wyverns, but it obviously angered them. The dozen or so monsters rushed down, intending to tear the Niksalans apart.

The old, weak, women and children in the team knelt on the ground in despair. The flying dragons that were rushing towards them opened their mouths wide, picked up a dozen humans and flew back into the air. When they were about to enjoy the delicious food, a terrifying pressure suddenly came from the air.

(End of this chapter)