Chapter 69 The Legend in the Making
At dusk, the withered pine needles fell on the smoke-filled town. Birds with shiny black feathers lined up on the orange roofs, watching the adventurers returning from the maze and heading to the market.
As usual, "Silver Pine Trail" is still full, and the sound of wind chimes at the door has not stopped since the sun went down.
And unlike yesterday, there was a rare bard in the tavern today.
That was the tavern owner’s idea.
He found that when people had drinking stories to listen to, the sales of beer and sausages would be much higher than usual.
Since the stories told by the illiterate old farmer can heat up the atmosphere like this, wouldn't it be possible for professionals to come and sell out the sober horse urine?
For this purpose, he specially invited the Tulip Orchestra, which had celebrated the birthday of Archduke Campbell.
The professionals held their harps, set up drums, and played brisk bagpipes. They sang the legendary story of the seventh Grand Duke of the Campbell family with impassioned voices, and even infused the melodious melody with the power of magic.
But I don’t know why.
Although people were applauding and whistling, the sales of the beer could not increase.
As the number of guests in the tavern increased, the bards were quickly left aside. Only the poor people in the town who couldn't afford to drink seemed to be full of interest, but most of the so-called interest was focused on the delicate-looking female bagpiper.
However, these local poor people do not consume at all, and even bring the pine nuts they knock. This is really annoying.
Looking at those hard-working bards, the tavern owner felt sorry for them and his own wallet at the same time.
After the song ended, he pulled the leader of the orchestra aside and spoke tactfully.
"Do you have any other stories?"
The bard gave the tavern owner a dissatisfied look.
“Are you questioning my professional ability?”
He could see the boredom of the guests, but he did not think it was because of himself, but because these country bumpkins couldn't appreciate it!
To be honest, if the boss hadn’t offered him a price that he couldn’t afford to refuse, he wouldn’t have come to perform in this remote village at all, and would have stayed there for three days!
"No, no, Mr. Andy, I didn't mean that! Of course you are the most professional..."
The boss who had paid the money did not dare to offend this guy, so he could only coax him with laughter and tears.
…It’s just that, what I mean is that people here have grown up listening to the story of Duke Campbell. They already know how great and amazing that gentleman is. Maybe you can try a story they haven’t heard.”
“Okay, then I’ll try the story of ‘Emperor William’s victory over Isaac’s cultists’. You shouldn’t have heard this story since you were young, right?” Venting his grievances on the tavern owner, the bard named Andy said viciously.
"No problem..."
Although he is still the third child, this time it seems different from usual.
The owner of the tavern finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he hated the guy who suggested to him that he should invite the Tulip Band.
What a waste of money!
Abel sitting in front of the bar was still waiting for someone to invite him to drink. Unfortunately, the protagonist today was not him, and he did not wait for the good people from the militia.
At this time, a man carrying a big sword walked in from outside and went straight to the bar to order a large glass of beer.
Someone noticed this familiar face, whistled and said with a smile.
"Hey, Barnet, didn't you leave? Why are you back again?"
Another adventurer smiled and continued.
"I remember you just said yesterday that you have had enough of dealing with the lizard people and are going to the eastern desert to find a maze that is truly worth exploring!"
"I remember you said yesterday that you were tired of dealing with the lizard people and were going to the desert in the east to find a maze that was truly worth exploring!"
"After taking a sip of fragrant beer to calm down his shock, Barnet wiped a handful of the beer foam from his mouth before speaking.
"I'm not going to leave!"
The adventurer said with a smile again.
"I'm afraid you're seasick."
"Hahahaha!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
It can be seen that they are extremely bored.
Ignoring these guys, Barnett took another big sip of beer into his mouth, banged his arm on the table, and said with excitement while drinking.
"You guys don't understand anything at all!"
Another adventurer whistled.
"Then you'd better come and see, what made you change your mind?"
"Giant dragon!" Barnett said bravely, "This morning! I saw a giant dragon in the southwest of Silverpine Forest!"
The tavern was quiet for a while.
Even Andy, who was singing the model poem, couldn't help but stop his protracted tone and looked at the man carrying the big sword on his back.
However, this quiet atmosphere did not last long, as a chuckle broke the silence, and soon a flood of laughter overwhelmed him.
Some people even punched the table with laughter, spilled the beer, and accidentally slapped their hand on the butt of the old waitress.
"Giant dragon?"
"Hahahahaha!"
"Are you serious?!"
"I have lived here for more than ten years, and this is the first time I have heard that there is such a thing as a giant dragon in Thunder County south of Broken Rock Peak."
"Very good, very good. First a lich appeared in the little Silverpine Town, and then a dragon was discovered. I guess someone has to fight the devil next time."
"At least he didn't lose his big sword like the shoe-thrower."
Old Abel looked confused.
What does this have to do with him... How can you get shot even if you knock pine nuts? !
Barnett was angry, slapped the table, stood up, and put his foot on the bar stool.
"What are you laughing at! Am I kidding?"
The adventurer with a slap mark on his face raised his head and said with a playful smile.
The people nearby also started to cheer.
It was originally meant to show off, but Barnett couldn't resist the urging of everyone, and half-assedly recounted the legendary experience.
"My partner and I had just come out of the maze when we suddenly heard a loud noise from the north, so we found a hill with a wide view and climbed up... Then guess what I saw? A giant dragon! A real dragon!"
"That guy must have two. Thirty meters high...maybe thirty or forty meters high, in short, the head is above the tops of the pine trees! Its wings are like the leaves of a mill windmill! I don't know which unlucky guy made it angry. It sprayed fire from its mouth and whipped its tail around, and several pine trees were blown away. "
Everyone listened attentively.
What this guy said seems to have some meaning, and it doesn't look like he made it up.
After Barnet finished speaking, an adventurer asked a question.
Te blushed and lied embarrassedly, and quickly exposed it, "That's not the point! By the way! I also saw a person on its back! That guy is what I want to say!"
Everyone exclaimed.
Andy, who was eavesdropping, also opened his mouth wide, and didn't even notice that his drummer, luthier and bagpiper also stopped playing.
Barnett closed his eyes tightly and frowned, seeming to be seriously recalling the situation at that time, and finally said in a determined tone.
, In short, the sky and the earth were darkened, and the color of the sky and the earth changed... Later, the dragon seemed to be subdued by him. "
There seemed to be another person at the scene, but he couldn't see it clearly, he just passed by in a flash, and even his companions were not impressed.
But that’s not the point.
The point is the guy riding the spider, he did see it, and he seemed to be the man in the legend.
Reason?
There is no reason.
There are no wild strong men in this world. They are either nobles chosen by the emperor or the chosen ones chosen by Saint Sith.
In any case, he does not believe that the drunkards here exist as dragon hunters, and Grand Duke Campbell’s mount is not a spider in the mountains.
Taking into account his youthful appearance and his skill that seemed to be blessed by a god, the only person known as the "Fire King" in the legends in the area seems to be worthy of his name.
It is reasonable to be born in a place where magma erupts and is immune to the damage of dragon's breath.
Moreover, the priests in Silverpine Town said that it was true. Even if this legend did not belong to King Yan, it could only be placed on his forehead.
After listening to the man's story, everyone was shocked by this legendary experience.
"I don't know, in short, that guy is terrifyingly strong. He seemed to have knocked the giant dragon unconscious with one slap or something... To be honest, when I saw something like a dragon, my legs were weak. Let alone charging forward, I really don't know how he got up the courage."
The adventurer sitting next to him whispered.
It's all foggy, that's all I can see."
"When we crossed the river to get a closer look, a group of town militiamen had already taken over. In order to avoid trouble, we didn't go any further... By the way, if you don't believe what I said, just ask someone from the Public Security Department."
That determined tone made it impossible to doubt.
Everyone was whispering quietly, but they were still surprised by some details.
"There is nothing in this world that the Holy Light cannot influence, whether it is a person or a monster."
Although his story is watered down, it is true that he gave up the idea of leaving here.
Why did the dragon suddenly descend on Silver Pine Forest?
Why did the Adventurer's Guild suddenly increase the trust weight level of Silverpine Town?
Some people say...the devil is back again.
Grand Duke Campbell is ill, and a new chosen one will appear on the border of Thunder County...his name is King Yan.
He had a feeling that something big would happen here soon!
As the saying goes, the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. If he doesn’t join in the fun, he may regret it for the rest of his life!
At this time, the bard in the tavern suddenly walked up to him, stared into his eyes and said.
"Friend, can you tell me the story of the dragon...and the King of Fire?"
Praise to Saint Sith!
I didn’t expect that this humble town could bring him such a surprise!
He is now bursting with creative inspiration, and he wants to immediately pull out all the stories from the adventurer in front of him and write them into his own poems.
He believes it!
That must be more interesting than the story of Archduke Campbell!
"Wait! That's mine!"
Before Barnett could speak, Old Abel, who was sitting in front of the bar, quickly threw away the pine nuts in his hand and jumped off the bar stool with a yell.
"Hey! If you want to know the story of the Flame King, you might as well come to me! I am the person who knows that guy best besides Father Matt!"
The bard Andy looked at him blankly.
"...Father Matt?"
Old Abel smiled proudly and touched the stone cross on his chest.
"He is the priest of the church in the town...Old Abel happens to have time now. If you are interested, buy me a drink, I can tell you in detail!"
...
Deep in the first floor of the maze, in the lair of the Earth Dragon Clan, dozens of corridors converge into a wide corridor, where dense metal pipes are intertwined.
This is the place of prayer for the Earth Dragon Clan, and it is also the incubation pond where lizard-man babies are born.
From here you can go directly to Sanu's palace, the nest area where the tribesmen live, the warehouses where equipment and supplies are stored, and the cells where prisoners are held.
Deep in the cell, Missy unexpectedly discovered an acquaintance.
"Yussi?! You, you, you, how did you become like this?"
Looking at Yousi huddled in the corner, Missi's eyes widened in surprise. She quickly cast a spell to break the cell door, flew in and picked up the dying Yousi.
That unruly face was bruised and swollen, with one eye larger than the other and a tattered look, as if he had been beaten violently.
Seeing the familiar face appearing in front of him, Yossi was stunned at first, then sobbed quietly, and finally burst into tears.
Did not laugh at her this time, Missy patted her shoulders comfortingly and untied the magic-forbidden collar locked around her neck.
"Don't cry, don't cry, be good, it's okay..."
A few minutes ago, Luo Yan took over the place with Arakedo and other young men, as well as more than 50 black iron-level players who joined in the fun.
Looking at the broken Dragon Tooth Spear in Lord Demon King's hand, all the lizardmen gave up their resistance and fell to the ground, begging for forgiveness.
Forgiveness is impossible.
Although Luo Yan has a good life, the majesty of the devil does not allow him to give in.
The only blame is that I was born in hell and not reincarnated in a devil's capital.
"You have betrayed the labyrinth and your oath to His Majesty the Demon God. In order to fight against this king, you have even poured disaster into the labyrinth..."
Looking at the trembling lizard people, Luo Yan, who was sitting on Arakdo's back, continued with a majestic voice.
"According to the law of hell, I should kill you on the spot, but since the culprit has already been killed by me, and you surrendered in time, I can spare you from death."
h "But as punishment, you will be demoted as slaves, and you will pay for your sins with hard labor. , until a generation dies. "
"...From now on, the Earth Dragon Clan will no longer exist, and the Shougong Clan is your new name. I hope you will cherish it."
The older lizard man crawled on the ground and said tremblingly.
"Thank you, Lord Demon King, for your forgiveness. We will change our ways and pay for the sins we have committed..."
No one resisted.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Not being transformed into the undead is the most merciful end for them.
At least the more than 4,000 tribesmen who are still alive can be saved from death. At least the Demon King has forgiven their children...
The surrender ceremony is over.
Luo Yan personally burned the totems carved with the dragon god's portrait, and then ordered the group of lizardmen to carve a new one in his own likeness as a statue of the conqueror, and at the same time to unite the faith of the defeated group.
The trophies provided by the Gonggong Clan are not many, mainly some equipment for adventurers.
Luo Yan originally wanted to ask the adventurers where their money went, but unexpectedly, several lizardmen elders said they didn't take it at all.
"We usually only take away weapons and armor, and leave everything else to the dead... After all, we can't use human coins."
"This wasteful habit must be changed, what if it is used one day?" Luo Yan criticized several lizardmen elders, and then said, "In the future, if you catch adventurers, don't eat them, strip them of their equipment, keep some clothes, and throw them into the dungeon."
The lizardman elders were stunned for a moment.
"Then what?"
Luo Yan thought for a moment and said.
"Then gather a certain amount and send it to me, and I will reward you according to the number of heads."
It is indeed useless to let the lizardmen keep prisoners, but it would be a pity to eat them directly. It is better to brand them with the mark of the Demon King, which can also contribute some faith points.
After giving these instructions, Luo Yan used necromancy and magic potions to repair Okto's body, and transformed him and Zelik from zombie puppets into ghouls.
· Due to the disconnection from themselves, their strength will be greatly weakened, just like Father Matt who was also transformed into a ghoul.
However, the soul levels of these two brothers are not low, one is gold and the other is bronze. It is only a matter of time before the lost levels can be tempered back.
In contrast, they will inherit the "memories after becoming zombies" while gaining further mental and self-awareness, as well as higher growth potential.
After all, zombies that lack self-awareness will never be able to defeat corpses of the same level.
Looking at the two children crawling in front of him, Luo Yan spoke slowly with a majestic tone.
"Zerik, from today on you are the high priest of the Gecko clan, responsible for preaching and selecting and training the Gecko clan acolytes loyal to me from newborns. The monks who serve in the necropolis do not have to be slaves, but will have the same status as other people of the necropolis. You must carefully select those who are truly loyal to the necropolis."
"In addition, you are also responsible for supervising the daily activities of the clan leader of the Gecko Clan and these former traitors, including urging them to continue to breed slimes and other monsters and crops, and ensuring that they can pay tribute of 500 lizard eggs and 500 tails to the necropolis every month."
"If they have second thoughts, tell me in time."
Unlike imps, lizardmen's eggs and tails are edible, and are very common in Hell as a substitute for eggs and chicken.
Not only the demons of hell eat it, but also the lizardmen themselves occasionally indulge in it.
However, Luo Yan wants these guys' eggs not only for eating, but also to prepare new bodies for the players.
These are the materials needed for the ceremony.
Zerik nodded.
Luo Yan continued to look at Okto.
"Octor, from today on, you are the governor of the first level of the maze, responsible for managing the Shadowweaver lair and the garrison clan."
Octor nodded respectfully.
"Yes! Lord Demon King."
(End of this chapter)