McNee jumped up vigilantly and looked around, but there was no enemy in front of him. He was in a dark dungeon surrounded by hard granite walls. The ground was very wet. Water droplets seeped out of the stone slab above his head, and a faint smell of decay filled the air.


    If there was no deviation in his memory, he should have gone crazy and used the power that didn''t belong to the red dragon in the battle of the northern castle. McNee remembered that he gradually lost his support in the rampant bombardment of psionics


    So he was caught? How was the battle at the northern castle? After he fainted, did the thunder blade dwarf encounter the slaughter of the red dragon?


    McNee was suddenly terrified, and his disordered thoughts shuttled around his brain. He didn''t calm down until he saw his own war hammer and double-edged axe in the corner.


    Anyway, you have to get out of here.


    McNee went to the corner to pick up his weapons. He didn''t know who the people holding him were, why the other party treated him as carelessly as ordinary prisoners, and even left his weapons in the prison, but these were not important. McNee was worried at the moment. He wanted to return to the North Castle immediately. Such a dungeon couldn''t lock him.


    Just then, there was a dull sound of footsteps in the dungeon. An orc appeared in front of McNee. His muscles were twisted and his height was almost two meters. The dark and heavy shoulder armor clanged as he walked. It was like a hill in front of the dwarf. McNee could see his face only when he raised his neck.


    "You''re awake," said the orc in a muffled voice. "Because of your incompetence, the thunder blade dwarf was defeated in the battle of the northern castle and had to withdraw from kohor."


    The orc''s words made McNee temporarily restrain his desire to attack and escape from prison. He calmed down and asked, "where am I now? How long has it passed?"


    The orcs didn''t answer. They stretched out their hand to open the iron fence of the prison. They didn''t lock it: "go, your majesty wants to see you."


    Hearing the word "Your Majesty", McNee suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He had a bit of speculation. What he saw next confirmed his conjecture. Outside the dungeon, there were walking orcs everywhere. There were towering scaffolds and tower cranes on his head, and dark, thick and fierce iron buildings stood tall, Those hard metal edges and corners make people feel uncomfortable.


    "Welcome to victor!"


    The busy orcs on the roadside shouted mockingly when they saw the dwarves. McNee noticed that some of these orcs were brown and had a rare atavism. This is an orc city.


    In the third era, there has never been such a large-scale Orc settlement in the land of ayladia, except for one place - the black wing empire.


    It''s a city, but McNee feels that it''s more like a war fortress. It''s full of indifference and militarization in all aspects. Even this building similar to the Lord''s hall is the same. McNee walks in under the guidance of the orcs and meets the legendary emperor of the black wing empire.


    He stood high in the position of the chief, leaning on his head with his hands, covered with iron black horny armor, thick horns and thorns appeared in all parts of his body, like a human demon lord, and his thick tail hung down from the chair and curled at his feet.


    Caesar used the second form, otherwise Victor''s chief hall could not accommodate his body.


    "McNee leiren." Caesar put down the war report and looked at the dwarf in front of him with great interest. "To tell you the truth, your performance in the central battlefield really gives me a headache and has caused me a lot of trouble. If every clan head and leader of the Trade Federation is as difficult as you, the pace of the Empire''s advance may be delayed for several centuries."


    "The king of black wings." McNee stared at the figure on the chair. His voice was full of caution and fear, but there was no respect or fear of ordinary people.


    "I investigated your thunder blade clan." Caesar said, "like my Orc tribe, each thunder blade dwarf is an excellent soldier, but at the same time, you are also conceited. Your clan is the initiator of the disintegration of the zedi alliance. McNee thunder blade, the iron king, fights and kills each other in the three Fort Kingdom, which is inseparable from your stubbornness."


    "I heard that ATTAS ambition took his clan to the north. Why, are you here to help him interrogate me?" McNee said.


    "No."


    Caesar is not angry at McNee''s disrespect. He is not an ordinary five-color dragon. He is the black monarch of the dragon in the main material world. "I am stating the facts and telling you your failures and mistakes. If the three Fort kingdom is still a unified alliance, you may not be here today."


    The war planned by himself forced the dwarves to move away from their homes and almost destroyed everything. After the split of the zedi alliance, McNee deeply realized his mistakes and wept and covered his face for reflection in countless late nights. However, people can''t live in pain and regret, so he buried these past in the bottom of his heart and took a stronger and rigid attitude Make greater efforts to carry the leiren clan forward.


    Now, however, the black dragon brings up old things again and again. His words are as sharp as a sword and constantly expose his wounds.


    McNee couldn''t stand it. With red eyes, he roared at the black dragon on the throne like a wounded beast: "what are you trying to say?"


    "I just remind you not to repeat it," said Caesar.


    "Bah!" McNee spat and spit on the ground. "Don''t pretend here, black dragon. I know what you''re thinking. You bullying evil, power and status can''t hide your ugly heart."


    "As you said, I am indeed a bully." Caesar said indifferently, "but the strong should squeeze the weak, so that the weak can work hard. This is the meaning of the existence of the strong. You know, the law of the jungle is the iron law of nature, and even the gods can''t change it. Don''t you understand?"


    "Oh, by the way," he seemed to suddenly remember, "you have soiled my floor."


    "Wipe it clean!"


    The overlapping voices echoed in the hall, and the wordless pressure spread. When the two golden pupils of the black dragon, which were full of cracks like cobwebs, lit up, McNee felt as if the heavy pressure fell from the sky. He couldn''t lift his head. This force almost made him kneel down!


    Decrees and kingship.


    McNee''s whole body strength burst out. In order to resist the heavy pressure of the black emperor, he was forced to enter the state of the Holy Spirit. The great power of the dwarf God filled his body and strengthened every cell in his whole body. He clenched his weapon and walked forward to fight the black dragon, but every step was very difficult, and his body bent as if carrying a mountain.


    "Roar!"


    McNee roared heavily and his face turned red, but in the end he couldn''t wave the hammer to the black dragon, because the legendary warrior''s knees were overwhelmed and broken, and the dwarf king was forced to fall to the ground.


    When he fell to the ground, the weight on him disappeared.


    "You can knock me down or even kill me, but you can never imagine that I will kneel to you." he gasped, still staring at the black dragon with disgusting eyes.


    "I know you are a strong warrior." Caesar smiled. "But I have seen too many such warriors. Do you know how they swallow their words back in the end? McNee, maybe you are brave enough to die, but what should your soldiers, your home and your people do after you die?"


    With that, he snapped his fingers and made a harsh metal friction sound. An orc came at the news, handed an image crystal and showed it to McNee who fell to the ground.


    The dwarf leiren camped at the junction of kohor and mien and set up a marching tent. However, at a straight distance of less than 100 miles from the dwarf, elsala''s elite troops were gathering. At the same time, they also sent a cavalry force around mien to cut off the dwarf''s retreat and complete the siege. The dwarf leiren who lost his leader was still ignorant I know nothing about it.


    "Deceive me with inferior images. Do you think I''m an ignorant child? Black dragon." McNee mocked after reading it, "The Trade Federation strictly defends elsala. If elsala''s army wants to enter mien, it will inevitably break out a war with the federal army. Even if the federal guard is defeated and broken through, it will send an early warning to my clan. The leiren clan can''t be unaware of all this!"


    Caesar just laughed and didn''t give any explanation.


    The gloomy laughter made McNee''s heart bristle. A terrible idea appeared in his mind. There were rebels serving the black wing empire in the Trade Federation, and his status was not low. He opened the pass he was stationed in and allowed elsala''s army to enter the territory of mien!


    "Thought of it?" looking at the uncertain look on McNee''s face, Caesar said frivolously: "in addition, there are so many thunder blade dwarfs in SVO port, but only need to drop a mana bomb..." he made a blooming gesture, "boom... There''s nothing left."


    McNee closed his eyes in despair.


    Caesar sat on his throne, picked up the wine glass in the tray of the half dragon maid and shook it gently. The dark red wine was rotating in the glass and looked particularly charming against the fire on both sides of the chief hall. Caesar sipped the wine and said, "be loyal to me, elsala''s army will withdraw and let the dwarves of the leiren clan return to myen. Otherwise, you know."


    "I can''t do that," McNee said painfully, avoiding the black dragon''s eyes. "The dwarf God doesn''t allow me to work for the tiger and help the evil."


    "It depends on whether you are loyal to your clan or to your God."


    McNee stopped talking. He was silent for a long time before he said in a voice so small that it was almost hard to hear: "You can kill me and turn me into a dead soul, or use your legendary terrible radiation to turn me into a war machine when I''m unconscious. But why, you let me live, torture me in this way and force me to be loyal to you. Aren''t you afraid of my defection?"


    "What I want is an excellent general who can command operations, not a walking corpse."


    Caesar said, "as for defection, you can escape to the astral world and become a wandering soldier, so I can''t find you, but your clan can''t migrate, and they can only stay in Aladia forever. In fact, you don''t have to. I promise you that if one day you can become the strongest of my family members, I will set you free and no longer pose any threat to the leiren clan."


    "Do you promise?" McNee clenched his fist. He may not be able to beat the black dragon in his life, but the black dragon''s family members may not be strong enough. If this promise is true, he believes he can do it soon.


    "In the name of tangrian."


    "It''s a deal." McNee''s clenched fist suddenly loosened, and he leaned on his body with a war hammer. "Then, from today on, I will fight for you anonymously, your Majesty the emperor tangrian."


    "From now on, your name is... Dark Blade!"