I'm really not a dragon.

The dungeon ruins are a good place, precisely because countless people have died there.

As negative energy surged in like a tide, a finger bone slowly emerged from the soil, growing upwards like a bamboo shoot.

The number of resurrected dead is considerable.

Suen picked up Olin, grabbed Conan, and ran wildly through the darkness.

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally shook off the ghosts and climbed back to the vicinity of a manhole cover.

Baldur's Gate is a dilapidated, crumbling house. If you kick the door, a bunch of burly men will rush out, drag you inside, and beat you up.

Suen didn't understand the sentence at first, until he took Conan and crawled out of the sewer in the inner bay.

Su Enming may have chosen a manhole cover far from the legendary battleground, but he was still nearly injured when he crawled out.

A huge shadow blocked out the sun.

It was an indescribably beautiful creature, though it was long dead, its flesh decayed, its bluish-gold scales stained with rust, encasing a skeleton as rough as rock.

A deafening roar of thunder surged within its chest, with flashes of lightning faintly visible. Then, it opened its rotting maw, and between its gleaming, dagger-like teeth, azure plasma, accompanied by rain, crashed down.

Lightning swept across the street, as if a rough brush had been used to sweep it.

The cobblestone path became scalding hot and brittle, and each stone crumbled underfoot.

Fortunately, the dragon only flew overhead.

"Isn't Baldur's Gate a big city? Why are there just as many monsters here as in my hometown!"

"The competition is much fiercer in big cities!"

Suen crawled out from underground, dusted himself off, and pulled Orin and the northern barbarian out with his bare hands.

Olin squinted her milky-white eyes, her bright, darting eyes unable to hide her curiosity. This was the first time she had ever seen a city on the ground. "Beautiful, smelly, and lots of people."

Perhaps out of fear, she grabbed Suen's hand and kept looking back at the houses on both sides of the road, shaking her head like a drum.

"Olin, do you like mice?"

Suen, holding Olin's hand, suddenly asked.

"Rat, its blood stinks. Cut open its belly, remove its internal organs, stuff it with blazing glue, and use necromancy to control its self-destruction."

Olin proudly demonstrated to Suen the new uses she knew for mice, puffing out her chest in anticipation of Suen's praise.

"In a little while, Conan will take you to a safe place."

"..."

Orin looked at the northern barbarians, lowered his head, and remained silent.

Suen said, "That place is quiet and deserted, but there are a lot of rats. However, that's actually a good thing; if we run into trouble, we can ask the rats for help! And there are some things I need to ask Raphael!"

This little girl didn't look like the kind of girl who could take down Thorlin at all; he suspected he'd been tricked.

Orin lowered his head, his pale blue hands gripping two of Suen's fingers like suction cups.

"Alright, I'll be back soon!" Suen ruffled Orin's hair, and the latter reluctantly let go.

"Master Suen, please be careful!"

After a brief separation from the northern barbarians, Suen closed his eyes, and the location of the dragon's nest appeared in his mind.

One-Sailboat Tavern

The idle adventurers were gathered on the tavern deck.

Adhering to the principle that the more gossip you eat, the less there is left, wealthy adventurers are using their Arcane Eyes to monitor the chaos erupting in the city.

A penniless but skilled adventurer is gaining insight into the lives of his animal companions.

Adventurers with neither money nor skill can only stick a pair of binoculars in their faces and manually adjust the field of view.

"How did that undead dragon that suddenly appeared end up in the upper city?"

"It seems to be chasing a psionic mage, no, that's not right, that's a mind flayer, a monster that eats people's brains and controls their minds."

"I knew those nobles were out of their minds; they were being controlled by mind flayers..."

The group of people were thoroughly enjoying the gossip.

A wealthy adventurer scratched his toes, grabbed the Arcane Eye, and prepared to cast a spell.

Suddenly he felt something was wrong. He looked down and saw a swarm of rats rushing across the ground. His secret eye, like a ball, drifted away with the rats.

"Damn it, you dare steal my stuff!" The adventurer took off his left shoe and lashed it out from above.

As expected, the scene of bloodshed did not occur.

The rats collectively performed a backflip to dodge the humans' "war trampling," and defiantly raised their right forepaws in a smug "come on" gesture.

"Hiss! What the hell did I just see?" The adventurer rubbed his eyes.

The next moment, he felt a sudden lightness in his body as a group of rats grabbed his trouser leg and threw him to the ground.

When a group of rats master common combat specializations such as dual-wielding proficiency, heavy weapon proficiency, defensive and offensive proficiency, and one-handed weapon proficiency, the probability of a professional being defeated by the rats is not zero.

"Am I fucking drunk?!"

"I have the same feeling. Did we really survive our last adventure?"

Upon seeing this, an adventurer deliberately avoided the swarm of rats, saying dismissively, "What an idiot! These rats are clearly raised by a high-level druid! A high-level druid's Enlightenment spell can enhance the intelligence of wild beasts."

"Druid's Inspiration spell isn't for trees and wild beasts, so why is it for rats?"

As the group discussed this, they suddenly froze.

Amidst the sunset and sea mist, a man dressed in a black robe with bandages wrapped around his arms walked out.

He raised his staff and tapped the ground lightly. A group of rats gathered at his feet, the largest of which climbed onto his robes and jumped onto the mage's shoulder.

"Have you all arrived? It's time to go!"

The rats nodded in unison, as if they were quite intelligent. After the man counted their numbers, he disappeared into the dark alley, and the swarming rats followed him into the alley.

"Could it really be a high-ranking druid?!" The group exchanged bewildered glances. What started as a joke now seemed to be for real.

High-ranking druids are not common, even rarer than archmages, because most druids actually live in natural societies and rarely set foot in human cities unless absolutely necessary.

They are known as the fairies of the forest, blessed by nature, and have long and prosperous lives.

The price to pay is to protect nature and endure the loneliness of isolation from the world; of course, there are also those who are different, known as the Withered Ones...

This is especially true of high-ranking druids, who rarely leave the sacred forest unless at the request of an old friend or a powerful ally.

"Hmm, the fact that they could get a druid master to come means someone higher up is getting restless!"

-

The number of rats who have mastered combat skills through the Temple of War is approaching three hundred, including Big Tooth and several rat leaders.

"Your esteemed, omnipotent Dragon Lord, your servants are ready to serve you!"

"Hey, Big Tooth, where did you learn those witty remarks!"

"This comes from the bottom of my heart!" Big Tooth said, his eyes as moist as pebbles.

Suen glanced at the panel.

[The Fifth Stage of the Path to Dragon Lord: Stealing Land]

[You must steal a piece of land from the giants' control; this land will be marked as the dragon's territory.]

The quest reward is a second-level supreme spell and a clue to an artifact.

The booming sounds coming from the city suggested that the legendary warrior and the Flame Fist Grand Duke in his Slayer form were still locked in a fierce battle.

Their battle seemed to have attracted the covetous eyes of others.

Su En raised his head, and a raindrop fell into his eye, cold and raw as it melted.

He saw the undead dragons flapping their wings in the sky, and confronting him a mind flayer dressed in ornate clothes with an exaggerated blue-purple octopus skull.

A pure white spiritual force rippled between them, like a pair of invisible hands twisting the air and parting the lightning bolts that surged toward each other.

Baldur's Gate is truly full of talented people!

Besides the undead bronze dragon, there is also the mind flayer, a rare magical creature with an octopus head that can levitate in the sky by willpower alone and is born with several spell-like abilities.

Of course, superior intelligence can sometimes lead mind flayers astray from their innate psychic powers and onto the path of sorcerers.

However, this usually happens with Faqu Spirit Absorbers.

Well, you could think of them as creatures that mutated during magical experiments, resulting in special minds and powers.

The sky belongs to these two monsters.

On the ground, as the intelligence rats risked their lives to bring back news, Suen also learned the general situation.

The powerful followers of the Sea Queen's House summoned storms and hideous water elementals. The ocean belongs to the domain of Queen Ambrosio, whose priests can cast spells in the water domain.

Although Queen Ambori was a capricious sea goddess, her followers were clearly corrupted by money. In this city of wealth, they naturally sided with those willing to give money.

The last remaining Baal assassin was now completely reduced to a roadside figure, struggling to survive in the storm.

After the seven high-ranking Baal assassins escaped, the Silent Midnight Adventurers, seeing the situation was not good, also fled. After all, they were mercenaries; why risk their lives for three hundred dollars a month?

The demise of the Baal assassins was only a matter of time.

The only problem lies with Sarovok, this Baal prince who has lived for over a hundred years is simply unbelievably strong. His combat experience is terrifying, and his legendary blessings span the era of magical plague and the Holy Cataclysm.

Ancient sometimes means powerful. When the Holy Cataclysm and the Magic Plague end, the laws of power change, and the legendary blessings will change several times. But with each change, something will remain.

Over time, those legendary powerhouses who have survived to this day have acquired a kind of beauty in their numerical attributes.

Sarovock is essentially a humanoid Gundam capable of rivaling an entire city; he even killed Grand Duke Flame Fist in Killer Mode once.

Before his death, the latter launched a tremendous rebellion, tearing apart half of the lower city and causing numerous buildings to fall into the ruins of the dungeon.

That's when the undead bronze dragon was awakened.

But for beings with divinity, death is not the end, but just the beginning!

"We've finally reached this point—beyond legend, into mythology!"

Sarovock tossed aside the shattered, blood-dripping battle axe, a legendary weapon that had been with him for over a hundred years, only to have it smashed by his brother's claws.

He drew his black blade, the edge slicing across his palm. The pitch-black blade, like a greedy, hungry beast, drained all his blood.

The Black Blade is a blade capable of shattering souls.

Its original purpose was not to kill, but to serve as a container to hold the essence of life.

The killer's blood burned, flowing back into his wounds little by little, and even the wounds healed again.

Sarovick dodged the Killer's full-force attack in its mythical form, his short sword piercing the Killer's chest, followed by a semi-transparent shockwave. From the Killer's crimson shell, a semi-transparent, aged spirit emerged, hovering listlessly in mid-air.

Even with his soul separated from his body, Grand Duke Flame Fist did not fall. Relying on instinct, his claws pierced Sarovok's neck, tearing off large chunks of flesh like a venomous snake, revealing his trembling throat.

"Ugh!" Salofok knelt on the ground, panting, the skin on his neck slowly healing.

After fighting for so long, his body was nearing its limit.

The rescue team for the Grand Duke had grown numb, despite the long-standing rumors in this land that saints were everywhere and legends were as rare as dogs.

But anyone who has actually witnessed the fierce battle between two legendary warriors will only treat the above statement as a joke.

There are no humans left.

Legendary professionals and ordinary people are like two different species.

Master-level warrior Urd Ravengard, gripping his longsword, said with a dry mouth, "How long until the reinforcements from the Sea Queen's Temple arrive?"

"Give up now! Those shrewish women, it's already a miracle they summoned the water elemental just for money." The drow paladin shook his head, saying mockingly, "If we could persuade that bronze dragon undead to come down with it, maybe we'd still have a chance to deal with Sarovok!"

"No, wait! Look! That demonic blade! The Grand Duke's Slayer form seems to have been dispelled..."

Baal's assassins have the ability to grow stronger with each kill. Their weapons can contain a portion of the victim's life essence. Absorbing this essence can strengthen them, but the price is that they will become insane.

As a higher-level Baal Blade, the Black Blade can absorb more than just life essence; it can even carry things of a higher level.

Divinity!

The golden-red light disappeared into the black blade.

[Discovering the Divine Artifact: Baal's Murderous Blade]

Upon seeing this short sword, everyone seemed to vividly recall the moment they were killed by this divine weapon.

Grand Duke Flame Fist gradually returned to his original form, and the blood flowing from his chest lost its golden luster of divine blood.

He looked at his brother weakly and sadly.

"Salovey Falk, are you still here?!"

"You should have known all this! I could have been your divine servant, and you could have inherited everything from your father!"

Salofak said regretfully,

A weak man defeated him, yet resurrected him. Fate played a cruel joke on him, and it took him a hundred years to see the truth.

"Living for a hundred years is enough; at least you died of old age before you died! You could die as a warrior!"

Salofok was preparing to pull the secret blade from his brother's chest.

Suddenly, he noticed a little mouse winking at him.

"Pah!" He spat and smashed the rat, which exploded into a cloud of bloody, putrid acid mist.

The next moment, a strange change occurred; countless rotting rats emerged and exploded in mid-air.