Chapter 103: 101 Path of Being Beaten (Seeking First Subscription)_l
Translator: 549690339
Even among evil dragons, black dragons are the most violent and despicable.
They enjoy collecting treasures and the corpses of their masters, as well as witnessing the destruction of humanoid kingdoms.
Foul-smelling jungle swamps and the ruins of destroyed kingdoms are their favorite nesting grounds.
Of course, if they can have high-quality nests like the Thorn Nest, they are more than happy to accept it.
Otto was sizing up the black dragon in front of him, which seemed to have just reached adulthood recently.
The sunken eye sockets and triangular open nostrils make its face look like a skull.
The curved, forked pair of dragon horns are bone-white at the base, and the color fades towards the ends.
The flesh around the dragon horns and cheekbones looks like it has been corroded by strong acid, withering down to a thin layer of skin scales, making it look more like a skeleton.
Sharp spikes and horns grow on its dragon head and neck, and a strong acid-like sticky fluid spreads between its lips and teeth, stinking to the core.
Although it doesn’t look great, Ansaldo, who calls himself the Black Tyrant, appears to be a very standard black dragon.
At least compared to Otto, the mutant, his bloodline is much purer.
He also has the mentality of dealing with things like a normal black dragon, which can be simply described as being afraid of the strong and bullying the weak.
If he can win, he will show an extremely brutal and ferocious side.
Watching the pathetic pleas of his prey for fun, and even ruthlessly killing them after giving them a chance to escape, are Ansaldo’s favorite things to do.
But when facing the strong, he will give up his territory and nest to save his own life.
Even after reaching adulthood, his actions are usually like this.
In fact, he was beaten all the way to Nolan Forest.
The great Black Tyrant Ansaldo’s experience since being driven out of the dragon’s lair by his mother has not been smooth.
Not long ago, he arrived at the Dragon Bone Wasteland and discovered a bustling merchant city, Black Gold City.
The city was full of wealthy merchants, and it seemed that the defense forces were average, without the well-equipped guards common in humanoid kingdoms.
Therefore, the kind-hearted Black Tyrant Ansaldo decided to include Black Gold City in his rule.
He would grant these lowly creatures protection as a gift, and in return, they would have to hand over all their property.
For example, those shiny, beautifully crafted imperial gold coins.
The idea was good, but before he could land to intimidate them, a brass dragon much larger than him flew out of Black Gold City.
It might have even reached the level of an ancient dragon.
In a few blows, the brass dragon beat him half to death, and if it hadn’t let him go at the end, he would have gone to see the Mother of Evil Dragons, Tiamat.
Next, he flew to a small town on the edge of the Dragon Bone Wasteland.
This was a town made up of adventurers, taverns, and inns, and looking at the adventurers clad in worn-out equipment, Ansaldo had another bad idea.
He demanded that these adventurers hand over all their property and serve as his servants to build a palace and hunt for food for him.
But who would have thought that a blue-haired human girl would pin him down like a humanoid tyrannosaur and beat him mercilessly.
After several of his teeth were shattered, Ansaldo finally found a good opportunity to break free and escape.
Fortunately, that strange human girl couldn’t fly, or the consequences would have been unimaginable.
After that, he found the northern part of Nolan Forest.
A group of formidable monster clans was entrenched there, and there seemed to be no decent master in charge.
Perhaps, he could inform them of the greatness of the dragons!
Just as he thought his spring had finally arrived, a two-headed ogre in a robe walked out.
At his command, more than a hundred chimeras with blue dragon heads unleashed a barrage of lightning breath attacks on him without a word.
Unsurprisingly, he was beaten and fled again…
Finally, he found the Thorn Nest.
This time it was relatively smooth, and he occupied the palace left behind by the Mother of Thorns, Cassiopeia.The surrounding snake people and other surviving monsters of the Thorn Legion willingly followed him, becoming his followers.
It was through the snake people that Ansadis learned that the west side of Nolan Forest was occupied by a not yet mature, weird silver dragon.
It seems to be only about eight meters long and not mature yet.
Upon hearing this news, he immediately became spirited.
Even the snake people and other minions were not brought along, he just flew to the Land of the Soaring Dragon.
He thought, it’s just a little silver dragon that’s only eight meters long.
When it sees the awe-inspiring black tyrant, Ansadis, it would have to obediently lie down and surrender, sticking its butt up in the air, right?
As for its territory and followers, they would naturally belong to the great Ansadis.
The idea was good, but reality was cruel.
He was chased and beaten by hundreds of perytons, giant eagles, manticores, and hawkmen, running around in confusion.
On the side were more than a dozen chimeras and wyverns, and even a large group of ranged troops on the ground staring at him.
A luxurious lineup!
So, he was tragically beaten and driven away again…
Moreover, at that time, he didn’t even catch a glimpse of the immature silver dragon.
Who would have thought that not much later, he would finally encounter the silver dragon that the snake people spoke of.
But the size seems a bit weird!
This silver dragon, which was still immature according to the snake people, looked like it was even larger than him.
And, can this appearance really be considered a silver dragon?
If you say it’s a hell lord, it’s more convincing than a silver dragon…Se??ch ?ew???e? .o?g on ?oo?l?
So, naturally, the great black tyrant, Ansadis, wanted to run away again.
Anyway, this kind of thing isn’t new to him, he’s very used to it.
However, if he’s not willing to face everything, and just turns around and runs, it seems a bit too humiliating.
After all, there are many spectators around.
If he gets scared off with just a glance, the word would spread, and it would sound terrible…
Although he had long lost his sense of shame, he himself seemed to have little awareness of it.
So, Ansadis intended to try his luck first, by casting a few acidic arrows from a distance, just to make his point.
He did as he said, the black dragon silently recited the dragon language spell in his mind.
In no time, a few sparse acidic arrows smeared onto Otto’s dragon wings..
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