In 1636 of the third era of eradia, the black wing nest still attracted those adventurers who were keen to die. After all, there are not many famous foreign power groups that can be contacted from the northern countries. Only the black wing nest and the forest of elves can be seen in people''s eyes (moster flying apes are in a state of friendly communication with the northern countries).


    Due to the closed ecology and kindness of the forest of elves, only the slave team will go to that place. The truly more serious and ambitious adventurers will take the black wing nest as their first goal.


    In these three years, people generally had the wrong perception that "the black wing nest has a lot of monsters and wealth". Now, businessmen began to sell more detailed things such as "topographic drawings of the black wing nest".


    Everything is because we know that there is a dragon in it, and the Dragon means magic and treasure to human beings.


    Although the means of the black wing clan to deal with the adventurers have always been ferocious and violent, the skulls hanging on the edge of the green field not only did not scare the adventurers, but they came more surging. (Black Wing clan: the general name of all relatives of black dragon.)


    Everyone has a dream of killing dragons. It seems that as soon as they enter that place, they can immediately bring fame and wealth into their arms. They can not only kill the owner of the black wing nest, but also pick up two dragon eggs and raise them, so as to become dragon trainers and have no worries about food and clothing all their life.


    No one seems to have thought about it: indeed, there are countless five-color dragons slaughtered in ayladia, but those so-called dragon slaughtering warriors will always die the most.


    However, what will cause this situation is also related to the fact that the legendary "king of the dragon" has never appeared in the public view. Although the rumors of the northern countries are vividly described, up to now, no one can pat his chest and promise to see its true face and explain its body shape, power, magic and temperament.


    Such uncertainty not only aroused people''s curiosity, but also contributed to the adventurer''s fluke mentality. Many people suspected that the dragon was seriously injured in the struggle with the highly toxic mother and was in a desperate situation, such as surviving and dying. They waited for a brave man favored by the gods to go up and kill it, so as to join the upper class society and suffer from the noble lady Ladies'' pursuit.


    This is a common routine in reciting poetry, and people are deeply poisoned.


    Of course, the adventurers are not all fools full of delusions. There are also some groups with real strength and experience, such as the current 25 member group.


    They came from the central free trade city and spent three months collecting intelligence and purchasing weapons in the northern countries. After everything was ready, they finally set off and set off into the nest of black wings.


    Now, these people have begun to investigate and record the route from LVYE to the black wing nest. The experienced thieves estimate that if the terrain here is really as described on the market map, with their feet, they can reach the core area of the black wing nest in about one day without making a big noise - of course, In the ideal situation of not being attacked and harassed by the black wing clan.


    However, the result is almost certain: they are lost.


    None of the maps circulated in the markets of the northern countries is a fake. Up to now, few people have come out alive after entering the nest of black wings. The only exception is the few little nobles who were caught and redeemed. Due to their physical appearance, the little nobles will definitely keep silent and even want to forget this memory, I don''t have the face to make maps and sell them.


    "Damn, these northerners are hateful."


    Gray spit hard, poked away the thorns in front of him, and carefully poked out half of his body: "these damn guys, let them all be caught by the devil. Even the guys who can make up adventure drawings don''t deserve to live."


    "Don''t say a word. We should have thought of it long ago. This place doesn''t even have a decent guild. Those snakes, scorpions and ants will naturally come out."


    Solatu leaned against the tree on his right and said, "seriously, if we have good luck and see the black dragon, we really don''t know how to fight. It''s estimated that we can''t count the intelligence we collected."


    "That is."


    After looking over there for a few times, gray shrank back again. He was a tall and strong man with a beard and muscles. He was holding a broad sword with a single blade. He was a soldier and was responsible for the inspection task after the camp was stationed.


    The soldier sat down, took out a piece of bacon from his pocket, chewed it twice, and said to his companion: "it''s said that it''s an old black dragon. We haven''t hunted guys of this year before, and this place is its nest; hey, do you know how wizards arm their mage tower with magic? I guess so is the dragon."


    "Different."


    Solatu''s expression has always been very dignified and his speech is very sharp. This guy claims to be a Ranger. In fact, he is a thief. He plays the role of scout and assassin in the team: "there won''t be so many squires in the mage tower."


    In the dark, they walked and stopped and patrolled around, using gossip to drive away the fatigue that kept invading. Gray looked at the tent with snoring and suddenly asked, "Hey, miss, I don''t think the captain really wants to kill the dragon?"


    Of course, solatu is not a woman, but this guy looks very thin and likes to go around when fighting. He always hides behind his back and makes Yin moves, so he is affectionately called miss by the people in the regiment.


    "Of course not."


    The accustomed solatu didn''t think much of it, and then his companion said, "you didn''t see... Anything!"


    In the middle of the sentence, the thief shouted loudly and sounded the alarm.


    In the darkness around, countless fine red light spots suddenly appeared. The team members who slept tirelessly quickly turned up, picked up the weapons they already held in their hands and looked around vigilantly.


    The camp has been surrounded.


    With a grinning mouth, a jackal came out of the darkness with a unified chain hammer in his hand. Most of them were still wearing light armor. They greedily stared at the humans in the encirclement, and sticky saliva streamed down from their mouths.


    "Jackal?"


    The leader of the team came out of the tent, looked at the number of jackals around, breathed a little relieved, and then frowned: "it''s not much, but why are these guys still wearing armor? Just like humans."


    He even suspected that he was wrong. The jackals are the most greedy and ferocious race. They basically don''t communicate with other intelligent species, and their own ability is limited. Even the most primitive light armor can''t be made by these guys.


    Where did these jackals get their armor?