I'm really not a dragon.

You have discovered the old city of Storm Tower.

Beneath the tower, darkness and filth flourish like germs, providing sustenance for countless tiny and fragile creatures.

This land has not been occupied by giants. Although it does not suit the identity of a metal dragon, it is still a worthy first territory for you.

Suen crawled from a stinky sewer into a less smelly one.

A putrid smell filled my lungs; this was an abandoned passageway, permeated with the scent of decaying plants and dust.

Some moss glowed overhead and at the feet, but overall it was still very dark.

The northern barbarian covered his nose and shook his head. His senses were more acute than most people's, and he couldn't stand even a slight stench.

After a while, Suen could no longer touch the rock above his head, but could feel the cold wind whistling through his fingers, and could vaguely see the distant glowing moss shimmering above his head.

Wow, I never imagined Baldur's Gate had a place like this!

The city government and the real estate developer aren't putting their heart into this! If it were them, they would at least dig a few swimming pools, build a few gardens, and properly renovate this place. They would build a villa with a dark, regional style.

They can rake in another huge amount of money!

Suen snapped his fingers, his bandages tightened, and several flames suddenly appeared in mid-air, floating around his head.

The field of vision became wider.

Suen followed her body's instincts and walked forward.

A moment later, a dark building appeared before Su En's eyes.

Thirteen inextinguishable flames burned fiercely on the altar, encircling the giant stone island suspended in the abyss.

Suddenly, a throwing knife slashed past their heads, and two Baal cultists dressed in black robes and wearing skull masks emerged from the shadows, tossing daggers up and down.

"Who is it?"

"Praise to the great murderer!"

Suen pulled back his hood, revealing his face wrapped in bandages.

"Oh, esteemed wax artist? You're back! Why are you alone? Your team... um, who is he?"

"He's a brother who's mastered the art of murder! Perhaps he deserves the approval of a master murderer."

Suen casually remarked, "The great murderer is about to be resurrected, and Lord Salofok has sent me to retrieve his daughter!"

"His daughter!"

The voice from the shadows suddenly became shrill: "He has two daughters. Which one are you referring to, sir?"

"Of course, it's the one he values ​​most!"

Speaking of which, Salafock is quite a character; one of his wives is a shapeshifter, or a shapeshifter.

Lasa's first daughter was Helena, a half-shapeshifter.

Tragically, the half-shapeshifter inherited her father's shapeshifting ability, and when she changed her appearance, Lara didn't recognize her.

And so, Salofok's second daughter was born.

"Oh, you mean Olin? I'm afraid this young lady is undergoing the most important transformation of her life."

"Wait a minute," another cultist suddenly became suspicious, "Such an important matter, Lord Salofak, didn't you tell him?"

The northern barbarian gave Su En a meaningful look.

Suen's mind raced. He really didn't understand Baal, rituals, or anything like that. Suen subconsciously tapped the system.

[Deep Thinking: The host is consulting with Baal cultists. Ordinary cultists don't have a transformation ritual. Baal's chosen ones only murder their blood relatives during their transformation. Strange, when did the evil god Baal come back to life?]

[Answer: Baal's Chosen are formidable and terrifying enemies! If Baal's Chosen have just performed a ritual, you can steal the soul of the victim—that is, the soul of their family—preventing the patricide from ever being completed. Young dragon, would you like me to teach you a few tricks for imprisoning souls?]

Imprisoning souls—isn't that something only devils and demons do?

【…】

[Answer: I understand what you mean. I'm truly sorry. As a kind metal dragon, sometimes I must resort to evil means to save innocent souls.]

...What a flexible moral bottom line.

Having understood the situation, Suen said, "The Great Murderer is about to be resurrected. Lord Shalovock thought that Orin had already killed her blood relatives. It seems that he overestimated his daughter."

The Baal cultist nodded in agreement. "Of course not. It's a pity the adults arrived too late, otherwise they would have seen the expression on that girl's face: 'Oh, Mom, Mom, don't kill me!'"

The Baal cultist let out a few high-pitched screams, which then turned into a series of raven-like laughs. His accomplices also laughed gleefully.

The northern barbarian clenched his fists.

Suen shook his head slightly, signaling the latter not to act rashly, and then walked into the murder trial court.

The northern barbarian coldly watched the two of them, then followed Su En's figure and disappeared into the faint light of the undying flame.

A strange chill ran through the two of them; they had no idea that they had almost lost their souls to the heart of the dead.

Inside the murder trial, most of the Baal cultists had left, leaving only a small number of devout believers kneeling before the shrine, praying day after day.

Suen quickened his pace, his gaze sweeping over each secret chamber. He had a vague feeling that if he was even a little slow, and the daughter of Salofok actually completed the murder ritual, something bad might happen.

Inside the massive murder trial court, Sun did not find any trace of the two daughters of Salofok.

"Conan, can you find them?"

"I think I heard crying, come this way!" Conan waved.

Suen crossed the floating island and headed towards the innermost area.

Beneath the wide, stone-brown archway, the pungent, acrid smell of blood wafted through the air. Two Baal cultists knelt on the ground, clutching their cut-open bellies, staring unblinkingly at the pool of blood.

The sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty and silent murder courtroom, their shadows magnified dozens of times and reflected on the wall, swaying with the campfire.

The girl's sobs echoed in the wind.

The sobbing abruptly stopped, and the girl opened her milky-white eyes, looking towards the source of the light, and timidly asked, "Are you here to kill me?"

She was a seven-year-old girl, or even younger, with a round face and chubby cheeks, and long silver hair braided and draped over her shoulders.

Perhaps because she was a half-shapeshifter, her skin had more vitality compared to the pale white of shapeshifters, resembling a bluish-white porcelain.

At this moment, she was wearing a floral dress, holding a black blade as long as her arm in her arms, and her legs were obediently closed together, pressing against the body of an adult woman who was still breathing.

"You must be Olin!"

Suen stared at the half-dead, half-shapeshifting monster on the ground, his expression gradually hardening. Helena pursed her lips and slowly turned her head toward the Baal emblem.

The silver-haired girl quietly raised her hand, glanced at Su En's expression, and silently withdrew it.

The northern barbarian gaped, his gaze shifting back and forth between the girl and Su En.

After a long while, he let out a strange cry and pressed down on Su En's hand as he reached for the medicine.

"Master Suen? That won't do!"

"I'm using a healing potion, not a magic potion! I'm not that much of a beast!"

Su En squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

I've thought of everything.

I never expected that Olin was still a minor.

Is Raphael trying to fool him?! How could such a small girl kill Thorin Silver Shield?

Under Conan's watchful eye,

Suen took out a bottle of red healing potion and waved it in front of the girl and the barbarian.

"Let her kill me, let her kill me!" Helena suddenly struggled and lunged at Orin, her face covered in blood!

The girl screamed and raised the black blade, aiming the tip at Helena.

"You're going to kill your mother? You're insane."

Su En flicked out two bandages from his hand, wrapped them around the black blade, and tore them off forcefully.

The northern barbarian reacted quickly, grabbing Helena's shoulders and pressing her back to the ground.

Orin covered his face, tears blurring the bloodstains. "I didn't want to kill her, but I'm afraid she'll kill me!"

Her eyes peeked through her fingers at her mother, and something else was growing in them besides fear.

"Kill me, murder your own flesh and blood, prove your worth, and earn Baal's attention!"

Helena lay on the ground, pleading.

boom!

Suen twisted open the bottle cap, and a whole bottle of medicine was poured into the wound that had been stabbed through her. Gargling tissue grew from the wound and slowly merged together.

Helena was tormented by the tingling and numbness caused by the healing of her wounds, feeling as if she had been electrocuted, and her whole body convulsed uncontrollably.

Sun said with pity, "Baal has been dead for a hundred years!"

Helena's mouth twisted and drool dripped from it. As she convulsed, she said, "He will rise again, He will rise again! My daughter, you will understand then."

"Remember this: His grace flows in our blood. If you don't kill me now, I will kill you sooner or later!"

Orin's pupils contracted, and he gripped the black blade tightly. For a fleeting moment, his eyes flashed with a killing intent familiar to Suen.

Snapped!

Orin covered the slap mark on her face and stared blankly at Suen, who had slapped her.

Suen stuffed Orin's weapon into his bandages and hid it close to his body. "Your family is insane! I've decided, Orin can't be handed over to you!"

Suen extended his hand to Orin, "Come with me!"

"But!" Orin looked at her mother hesitantly.

"This isn't a request, this is an order. If you don't come with me, I'll kidnap you!"

Olin's mouth gaped slightly; things weren't quite what she expected.

[Silver Dragon's Daily Quest: Be a Good Teacher, has been triggered.]

[To corrupt an evil creature into good is one of the greatest acts of kindness! Noble silver dragon! Can you hear the cheers of your bloodline? Let her fall deeply into the ranks of good, never to rise again! Let her think of you every time she does a good deed!]

[Mission: Get the descendants of Baal to do a good deed]

[Reward: Praise for Lofty Morality +1, Heart of Snow Elixir +1]

Wow, this is the first time I've encountered such a simple task!

The northern barbarian stood to the side, covering his forehead, completely dumbfounded.

As expected of a mage who has embarked on the path of barbarians, his language system is indeed crude!

"Conan, it's our turn to search now. The murder trial must be hiding a lot of good stuff! Let's hurry."

"As for Orin, tie your mother up... Don't kill anyone!"

Looking at the rope handed to him casually, and the two men who were about to rob the murder trial, Orin Anchev felt lost about the future for the first time.

The symbol of Baal is a skull with many blood droplets rotating counterclockwise.

In the murder trial, these teardrops were composed of individual blood-red teardrop gems.

As the last remaining temple of murder,

This place is a gathering place for the faith in Baal, and if it is invaded or destroyed, then the high-ranking Baal assassins will feel the stinging pain as if by magic.

This applies to both Baal's Reaper and Baal's Head of Death.

Suen is now wearing a wax artist's mask, and every time he removes a gem, a slight stinging sensation comes from the back of his neck.

The northern barbarian slipped into the armory, and when he came out, he had three bows on his back, five quivers full of cold iron arrows hanging from his belt, two small throwing axes on his thighs, a magic iron gauntlet on his left hand, and leather boots on his right foot. His bald head was topped with an ornately decorated magic crown.

Orin sneaked into Salofok's room and stayed for a while. When he came out, he squatted down in front of Helena, who was cursing and swearing, and played with his braids.

Each of the three humanoid creatures has its own mischievous deeds to do.

Suen took the three largest rubies from the holy emblem and urged the barbarians and Orin to hurry up.

As expected, not long after the three escaped, seven teleportation portals formed inside the murder trial chamber.

The high-ranking Baal assassins emerged from the portal, their eyes blazing with fury.

The moment they appeared here, it meant that Suen's plan had succeeded.

A large number of Baal assassins will be sacrificed.

The pressure on the paladins and the rescue team for the Grand Duke was greatly reduced.

The high-ranking Baal assassins couldn't afford to think about anything else at the moment; they immediately headed for the murder hall.

Seeing the holy emblem symbolizing the god of great murder, it was as if the eyes had been gnawed by insects, revealing empty sockets.

A group of Baal assassins felt as if the sky had fallen; even in the heart of faith, the holy emblem could be desecrated.

If the great murderers were to rise from the dead, they would surely punish their incompetence!

"This has nothing to do with us! It's entirely the dereliction of duty by ordinary believers! We must sacrifice them to Baal!"

A high-ranking Baal assassin didn't hesitate to shift the blame to his subordinates.

"Yes, all ordinary believers and assassins must be sacrificed to the great murderer!"

The two who had previously stopped Suen and the two Baal cultists turned pale with fright upon hearing this, and both of them simultaneously thought of the wax artist.

"My lord, it must be..."

Before they could finish speaking, the demonic blade pierced their chests, and when it was pulled out, the two men shattered into pieces like dried sand.

……

In the dark dungeon

Olin's hand was held tightly by Suen. She recalled everything that had happened before, as if a stone had been thrown into a lake of her heart.

She experienced a pleasure completely different from killing.

This kind of joy is even greater than that.

She gently squeezed Su En's hand and whispered a name:

"dad!"

Suddenly, the entire underground trembled, and a desolate and mournful dragon roar rose from the ground, with intense negative energy surging towards the ruins of the underground city like a tide.

The undead bronze dragon has awakened.

[Neutral Unit]

[Ancestor, is that you? Ancestor?]

"What happened?" The northern barbarian looked up into the darkness, feeling that something interesting was happening somewhere he didn't know about.

Gravel and debris fell in a flurry, and the air was filled with the smell of sea breeze and dust.

Su En watched the messages scrolling across the panel, her furrowed brows relaxing.

Legend has it that Borian, the founder of Baldur's Gate, had a bronze dragon companion. However, with Borian's death, his companion also disappeared.

Although we don't know what happened in between, this bronze dragon seems to be somewhat dead.

Bronze dragons are all honest and kind-hearted dragons, and hopefully their personalities haven't changed much after becoming undead.

However, how could this undead dragon suddenly awaken? Could it be because of the war between the sons of Baal?