Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 346 Black Dragon Materials

Once unleashed, Wayne's bloodlust surged, and he grew increasingly excited with each kill. Excalibur became unstoppable, cutting down any enemy that stood in his way into blood and flesh.

However, the number of dragon warriors was limited, and with the cooperation of the helpers originally stationed outside the arena, the black dragon clan, which had only a little over a hundred members, was wiped out by Wayne and his men in less than an hour.

The two mages who were actually black dragons had been trapped and were trying to escape, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't outrun the flashing speed of the Ancient Blood.

Ignoring the attacks from the others around him, a black dragon tried to transform back into its dragon form and escape through the air. However, just as it flapped its wings, Wayne's forty-meter magic lightsaber descended from the sky and chopped off its head, leaving it a headless dragon corpse.

This scene terrified Ongnesia, who now only had the black dragon left.

To the black dragons, dragon warriors are merely expendable products created through magic. They wouldn't care too much about how many die. However, the black dragon race, whose souls have been corrupted by the ancient gods, is an inherently evil race. Faced with a true threat of death, they will not adhere to any principles. Preserving their own lives is their most important survival goal.

To survive, they would sell everything.

So, as Wayne's blade was about to fall on the last black dragon mage on the field, this mother dragon, already terrified, no longer cared about the dignity of the black dragon race. Like a wild dog begging for mercy, her eyes were filled with fear, and she cried out loudly for her life:

"Don't kill me, humanity's hero."

"I was forced into this situation. I am willing to surrender. I am willing to serve you as my master and be your slave."

"Please don't kill me."

However, Wayne's expression did not change at all in the face of the mother dragon's pleas for mercy. He simply turned his sword slightly and slammed the heavy spine of the blade into her body.

The powerful force seemed to turn the holy sword into a steel rod, sending the black dragon, still in human form, flying like a sandbag. It crashed heavily to the ground, rolled for more than ten meters, and finally stopped after smashing into a stone wall.

The black dragon, severely injured, had its bones shattered, coughed up blood, and was on the verge of death, like a dead dog.

Only then did the riot in the noble district finally subside. Apart from the humans who were still busy rescuing people and cleaning up the battlefield, the only things that showed the ferocity of the battle were the corpses of the black dragons scattered all over the ground and the ruins of the noble mansion.

After venting his long-suppressed destructive urges, Wayne felt extremely relieved. He whistled, calling back Deathclaw, who was still feasting on the dragonman's corpse, and then turned and walked back to the black dragon princess Ongnesia, who had already transformed back into human form.

At this moment, the countess was pale, and her gorgeous dress was somewhat tattered, revealing a lot of skin.

However, after learning that this beautiful countess was actually a ferocious black dragon, those men who had previously been lusting after her beauty, including Duke Bolvar, would probably be unable to get aroused even when faced with the countess's naked body.

Wayne thought to himself with a strange feeling, his gaze toward Octnisia remaining cold and indifferent.

After all, even a man like him who loves beautiful women wouldn't have any thoughts about a female dragon who has laid countless dragon eggs and had countless black dragon mates.

"Mr. Wayne, thank you for your help in uncovering these lurking black dragons."

As soon as they approached Octenesia, Duke Bolvar sat down, followed by a solemn-looking Shaw.

However, although the pale-faced duke spoke words of gratitude, his complexion was far from good. His clothes were filthy and covered with dust and stone chips, clearly indicating that he also had strong opinions about Wayne's handling of the situation.

Although Wayne felt he was in the wrong, he didn't care about the Duke's opinion and had no intention of having much contact with the Regent.

He nodded to Duke Bolvar as a greeting, then turned to look at Shaw of MI7 and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Shaw, according to the rules of adventurers, all the spoils here belong to me, including the corpses of those black dragons."

"I would like to ask you to help me dispose of those corpses, preserve the useful materials, and don't waste the dragon flesh and blood either, my pet likes it very much."

Actually, Wayne wasn't particularly interested in gold, silver, or jewelry, but he was quite interested in the materials from the black dragon and the dragonkin.

There are far too few dragons in the Wizarding World, and the Witcher's need for equipment far exceeds that of other professions. If a large amount of dragon materials could be obtained, it would be possible to add a large batch of good equipment to the Order.

Seemingly surprised that Wayne would make such a request right away, Shaw's expression faltered slightly. However, considering the powerful combat strength of the person in front of him and the help he would provide to Stormwind, Shaw nodded and agreed.

Wayne was quite pleased to see this. Unlike Bolvar, who was completely outmaneuvered by Octene, Shore of MI7 was always a smart man who rarely acted impulsively because of his emotions. He liked dealing with people like that.

Since the other party was so cooperative, Wayne simply threw out another bait.

He reached out and grabbed Ongniecia by the neck, pulling the black dragon princess close to him amidst her terrified screams, and then said:

"Oknessia, the reason I spared your life is to allow you to remove the dark magic from King Varian."

"I have already investigated and confirmed that you conspired with the Defias Brotherhood to attack King Varian."

"Now, I command you to tell me everything you know."

"If you dare to lie, you will suffer even more cruel torment from each other."

Bolvar and Shaw's expressions changed upon hearing Wayne's question.

They had also suspected that the kidnapping was not as simple as it seemed, especially after King Varian's personality changed drastically, from a wise king to a coward who spent his days eating, drinking, and having fun. This made them even more suspicious of what had happened.

Now, upon hearing Wayne mention black magic and that the mastermind behind this was none other than Ongness in front of him, the slight displeasure he had felt earlier was immediately forgotten.

Shaw couldn't help but take a step forward, his eyes fixed on the pale-faced countess, and asked Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, what exactly is this black magic you're talking about?"

(End of this chapter)