Volume 1: Dance of the Black Dragon Chapter 40: Dragon Disaster Arrives
"We're here. This is my second uncle's old house. I used to come here to play when I was a kid. Now my second uncle and his family have moved to the city, so this house is unused. It's just right for us to use as a temporary base."
Murphy looked around the environment and nodded with satisfaction. The house was a bit shabby, but it was remote and safe enough.
The black shadow took out his gaming helmet from the trunk, and the two of them entered the house. The house was very shabby, without even a decent piece of furniture. There was only a rusty steel bed, a recliner, and a few plastic stools, all covered in dust.
There was also a wardrobe with its door open, filled with worn-out bedding and clothes.
Murphy didn't care. It was just one day. As long as it could shelter him from the wind and rain, it was enough.
"Bring your food and water, and move in. We will start the game soon. Follow the plan I arranged earlier. If you need to go to the toilet, go quickly. You won't have much free time after the game starts.
"I understand!" said the black shadow and went out to move things.
Murphy pulled out an old piece of clothing, wiped the dust off the wire bed, and then pulled out a mattress to spread it out. Although he couldn't feel the outside world when he entered the game, if he didn't sleep well, his body would feel very uncomfortable after waking up. This was his experience after playing the game for a year.
As he closed the door, Murphys's face appeared in the wardrobe mirror.
The black dragon had a mocking look on his face. "So this is your choice, running to this remote place to hide and survive? How pathetic, human."
"Stay alive? Haha, you underestimate me. Don't you see that I am playing a big game, a grand plan!"
"I don't see what you have planned. You signed that damn contract. Now you only have one day left. What can you do in one day? You are just a tiny mortal..."
Murphy smiled and said, "Well, you are right. I am indeed insignificant and I can't do anything. But don't forget that I still have you - the great 'Black Dragon Lord', 'Ancient Black Dragon' Lord Murphys. For a great being like you, one day is enough to do a lot of things."
Murphys was not happy about Murphy's compliment. He narrowed his eyes warily and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do? I am going to make you a celebrity in the world of the sky, to make your name known to the entire world, to make you an existence feared by the world, to make you a legendary dragon, a terrifying legend!"
Black Dragon immediately understood Murphy's idea, "Only dead people can become legends! So you want to kill me!"
Murphy sneered, "Hahahaha, do you finally understand? That's right, I want to kill you."
"You can't do this! I am everything to you, and if I die you will have nothing!"
"Of course I can do this. I am the master. You are just a phantom, a virtual puppet, an electronic ghost. I don't care what you are, but I will tell you today that if I want you to live, you can live, and if I want you to die, you must die.
I will control your body, use your strength, squeeze every drop of your value, and then benefit from your death. Not a single scale or bone of yours will be wasted. You want to threaten me, right? You want to control me, right? Now let's see who will be the one to die!"
The man and the dragon glared at each other, feeling each other's anger and hatred. Suddenly, the black dragon laughed, "Hahahaha, you know what, Murphy, you despicable villain, I suddenly began to admire you. Let's wait and see who will have the last laugh."
After saying this, the image of the black dragon disappeared.
Murphy looked at the mirror, feeling a little unsure. Could it be that this Black Dragon had some other trump card?
No, this guy is probably bluffing. No matter in reality or in the game, the opponent can only slightly influence my spirit. As long as I stay calm, this guy won't be able to play any tricks on me.
Outside the door, the black shadow put down the mineral water in his hand and looked around the room with some confusion, "Brother Long, who are you talking to?"
Murphy shook his head. "Nothing. I was just on the phone. If you're ready, let's get started."
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Murphy slowly opened his eyes, climbed up from the cold floor, and stretched his huge body.
This should be the last time he controls the character of the Ancient Black Dragon, and he couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.
But it’s okay. Rather than letting you become a plaything of capital, let me write the final chapter of your legendary story. Ancient black dragon Morpheus, your name will surely shock the world.
He thought about it and walked straight towards the lord's hall.
At this moment, a meeting was still being held in the Lord's Hall to discuss the dragon disaster.
Ter Horason (Black Dragon Lord): "If you ask me, we should attack Alterac."
Agli Durrim (Black Dragon Lord): "Last year we attacked Alterac, but there is nothing to gain from that place. Let's attack Kul Tiras. Kul Tiras is a maritime trading kingdom, and every port city has a large amount of treasure. We will be rich if we capture one."
Summerfield (Black Dragon Lord): "The Kul Tiras navy has just replaced its guns with the latest artillery. They have very powerful firepower and can attack the air. Last month, I went to plunder a fleet and several of my dragons were killed. I was almost defeated myself. You can attack Kul Tiras, but I won't. I can support you from the air."
Nefarian (Prince of the Black Dragon): "That's because you are too weak."
Summerfield (Black Dragon Lord): "What did you say!"
Sartharion (Ancient Black Dragon): "Silence, silence, Nefarian, do you have any constructive suggestions?"
Nefarian (Prince of the Black Dragon) "We don't have to limit our targets to the human kingdom. The cities of the elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas have more wealth. Why not..."
Agri Durrim (Black Dragon Lord): "I think you are coveting the magic items in the hands of the elves. Humph, those things are of no use . Besides, the elves have amazing archery skills and are not easy to deal with. If you want to attack Quel'Thalas, I can only serve as a backup."
Morntrisha (High-level Black Dragon Lord): "Why don't we go to Ironforge? The dwarves have been mining for thousands of years. There are countless gold, mithril, thorium, adamantium, and various gemstones. With such a huge wealth, why don't we..."
Kutrafist (Ancient Black Dragon): "Don't even think about going to a place like Ironforge. Our black dragons are too big to maneuver in the mountains! If we must fight, I can only provide support from the air..."
After a round of discussion, there was no result. It was the nature of the black dragon that it would go forward when there was profit and hide when there was danger. It did not want to do anything that had no benefit. Even if there was benefit, it did not want to be the first to take the lead. It would be best if it could hide in the sky, spit fire, cast a few dragon language magic spells, watch others fight for their lives below, and then go down to reap the benefits after the battle. That would be perfect.
It would be fine if one or two dragons thought so, but if all the black dragon lords had the same idea, it would lead to an embarrassing result.
No matter who proposes to attack which city, there will always be people who are dissatisfied and want to slack off.
Sartharion listened to the speeches of these 'young' dragons and sighed in his heart. Without Deathwing taking the lead, these cunning guys were simply a mob. Did the future of the Black Dragon Legion rely on them? It was not optimistic.
Sartharion (Ancient Black Dragon): "Why don't we go fight Alterac..."
This time, no one objected. Alterac was a notoriously poor country among the seven human kingdoms, with the smallest population. Apart from animal fur and a small amount of minerals, it was unlikely that there would be anything good to be gained.
But being poor also has its advantages. It's easy to fight. It's just a dragon disaster anyway. Since there's no benefit to be gained, just kill people and burn the city for some fun.
Just then, with a bang, Morpheus burst in from outside the door.
He glanced at the black dragon lords present with cold eyes.
Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "Hehe, you useless bunch of rubbish. Look at you. You scheme against each other for a little profit. You are afraid of death in the face of danger. You only think own interests. You don't care about the ancient glory and sacred traditions of the Black Dragon Legion. You are almost bringing shame to the Black Dragon Clan. Without the leadership of Lord Deathwing, have you become so corrupt?"
