Chapter 166: Wake up (1)

Elladia Tertiary In 1636, the Blackwing's Nest still attracts those who are keen to find death. After all, there are not many well-known foreign power groups that can be reached from the northern countries. People can see in their eyes. Only the Black Wing's Nest and the Elven Forest will be reached (Mostel Flying Ape is in friendly communication with the northern countries).
Due to the closed ecology and goodness of the Elven Forest, only the slave-hunting team will go to that place. Really more serious and ideal aspirant adventurers will take the Blackwing's Nest as the first target.
In these three years, people generally have the misconception that "the black wing nest has a lot of monsters and wealth", and now, there are still merchants starting to sell more detailed "black wing nest topographic drawings" thing.
Everything is because I know that there is a dragon in it, and to humans, it means magic and treasure.
Although the Blackwing clan's means of dealing with adventurers have always been brutal and fierce, the skulls hanging on the edge of the green field not only did not scare the adventurers, but they were more turbulent. (Clan of the Black Wings: a collective name for all the relatives of the Black Dragon.)
Everyone is dreaming of a dragon slaughter. It seems that as soon as they enter that place, they can immediately bring fame and wealth into their arms. Not only can they kill the owner of the Blackwing Nest, they can also pick up two dragon eggs and pass He grew up and became a dragon tamer and has no worries for life.
No one seems to have thought about it: indeed, there are countless five-colored dragons that have been slaughtered, but the ones who die the most are always those so-called dragon-slaying warriors.
However, what will cause this situation is also related to that legendary "Dragon King" has never appeared in public view. Although the rumors of the northern countries are portrayed vividly, but to this day, there is still no one. People can pat their to ensure that they have seen it, and they can tell exactly what its shape, strength, magic and nature are.
Such uncertainty not only stimulates people's curiosity, but also promotes the adventurous's luck. Many people suspect that the dragon was seriously injured in the battle with the poisonous mother. Just waiting for a brave man favored by the gods to go up and slaughter it, so as to enter the upper class society, sought after by noble ladies and husbands.
This is a common routine in Yin You's poetry, and people are deeply affected by it.
Of course, not all of the adventurers are full of delusions. There are also some groups with real strength and experience, such as the twenty-five people group right now.
They came from the free trade city in the middle of the country and spent three full months gathering intelligence and purchasing weapons in the northern countries. After everything was ready, they finally set off and set foot in the Black Wing's Nest.
Now, these people have begun the investigation and recording of the route from Greenfield to the Blackwing's Nest. Experienced thieves estimate that if the terrain here really is as described on the market map, they will not make trouble with their footsteps. In heavy movements, it only takes about a day to reach the core area of ​​the Blackwing's Nest-of course, ideally free from the harassment of the Blackwing clan.
But the result was almost certain: they got lost.
There are no maps circulating in the markets of the northern countries. They are not fakes made indiscriminately. Until now, few people have survived after entering the Blackwing's Nest. The only exceptions are the few. The little aristocrat who was redeemed after being caught, and the little aristocrat, because of his decentness, would never say a word or even wish to forget this memory.
"Hell, these northerners are abominable."
Gray spit hard, prying off the thorny thorns in front of him, and carefully pierced out half of his body: "These guys, let them be caught by the devil, even the adventure drawings can be made The guy is not worth living. "
"Speak a few words, we should have thought that this place doesn't even have a guild like words, and those snake ants and ants will naturally come out."
Sorrat leaned on the tree on his right side and said, "Seriously, if you're lucky, when you see the black dragon, we really don't know how to fight, and the information we originally collected is estimated to be countless."
"That is."
A few glances over there, Gray pulled back again. This is a tall man with a scum on his face, a knot in his muscles, and a broad-edged sword with a single-sided blade. He is a warrior. Responsible for patrolling after camp.
The soldier sat down, took out a piece of bacon from his pocket, took a sip, and said to his companion, "I heard that it is an old black dragon. We have never hunted a guy of this age before, and this place is again It's its lair; hey, do you know how a wizard uses magic to arm his mage tower? I guess the same is true of dragons. "
"Different."
Zolatu's expression has always been dignified, and he speaks very well. This guy claims to be a ranger, in fact, a thief, and plays the role of scout and assassin in the team: "There will not be so many obedience in the mage tower."
They touched the black, walked around and patrolled, using chatter to drive away the tiredness from the constant invasion. Gray looked at the tent that was snoring and suddenly asked: "Hey ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Miss I think the captain shouldn't really want to kill the dragon, right? "
Of course, Solatu is not a woman, but this guy looks very thin, and he likes to go around when he fights. He always hides behind his back to make a negative move, so he is affectionately called a lady.
"of course not."
The accustomed Solato didn't care about it, and the companion said, "You didn't see ... something!"
With that said, the thief snorted loudly and sounded the alarm.
In the surrounding darkness, numerous red dots of light suddenly appeared. The team members who couldn't sleep quickly rolled up, picked up the weapons they already held in their hands, and watched the square vigilantly.
The camp has been surrounded.
A wolf man grinned and came out of the darkness, holding a uniform chain hammer in his hand, and most of them were wearing light armor, staring greedily at the humans in the encirclement, and sticking saliva from their mouths. Wisps flow down.
"Wolfman?"
The leader of the team came out of the tent, looked at the number of wolves around, and breathed a little sigh of relief, then frowned again: "Not much, but why are these guys wearing armor? Like humans."
He even suspected that he was wrong. The wolves were the most greedy and ruthless races. They basically did not communicate with other intelligent species, and they had limited abilities. Even the humblest light armor was not something these guys could do. Come out.
Where did these wolves get their armor?