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Chapter 40 - 40 40 Dragon Disaster Descends

40: Chapter 40 Dragon Disaster Descends 40: Chapter 40 Dragon Disaster Descends “Here we are, this is it, my uncle’s old house.

I used to play here a lot when I was a kid.

Now my uncle and his family have moved to the city, so the house has been left idle.

It’s perfect for our temporary hideout,”

Mo Fei surveyed the surroundings and nodded in satisfaction.

The house was a bit rundown, but it was remote enough, safe enough.

A dark shadow retrieved his gaming helmet from the trunk of the car, and the two entered the house, which was in a state of neglect.

There wasn’t a single decent piece of furniture, just a rusty wire bed, a recliner, and a few plastic stools, all of them covered in dust.

There was a wardrobe too, its doors flung open, stuffed full of worn bedding and clothes.

Mo Fei didn’t mind.

It was just for one day; as long as it provided shelter from the elements, it was enough.

“You brought food and water, right?

Bring everything in.

We’ll start the game in a bit and follow the plan I laid out earlier.

If you need to use the bathroom, go now, because once we start playing, there won’t be time for breaks.”

“Got it!” The dark shadow went out to move the supplies.

Tearing off an old piece of clothing, Mo Fei wiped the dust from the wire bed and spread out a mattress.

Though one couldn’t feel the external world while in the game, waking up to discomfort made for a terrible physical experience, a lesson he had learned from a year of gaming.

He casually shut the wardrobe doors, but in the mirror, Morphis’s face appeared.

With a mocking tone, the black dragon spoke, “So this is your choice, human?

Hiding out in this god-forsaken place, scraping by?

How pathetic.”

“Scraping by?

Heh, you underestimate me.

Haven’t you realized?

I’m playing a big game here, a grand plan!”

“I don’t see any plan.

You signed that damned contract, and now you have only one day left.

What can you possibly do in one day?

You’re just a tiny mortal…”

Mo Fei laughed, “Alright, you’re right; I am tiny, and I can’t do much, but don’t forget I have you—oh great ‘Black Dragon Lord,’ ‘Ancient Black Dragon’ Lord Morphis.

For a being as magnificent as you, one day is plenty to accomplish a great deal.”

Morphis took no pleasure in Mo Fei’s flattery, narrowing his eyes warily, “What exactly are you planning to do?”

“What am I planning?

I’m going to make you famous in the World of Sky, make your name known to the whole world, turn you into a thing of fear, a legendary dragon, a terrifying myth!”

The black dragon realized Mo Fei’s intentions instantly, “Only the dead can become legends!

So, you’re planning to kill me!”

Mo Fei sneered, “Hahaha, you finally get it, don’t you?

Yes, I am going to kill you.”

“You can’t do that!

I am everything to you; if I die, you will have nothing!”

“Of course, I can do it.

I am the master.

You’re just an illusion, a meaningless puppet, an Electronic Ghost.

I don’t care what you are, but I’m telling you today, you live if I let you live, and you must die if I want you dead.

I will control your body, use your power, drain every ounce of your worth, and profit from your death.

Not a single scale or bone of yours will be wasted.

You think you can threaten me, manipulate me?

Now, let’s see who’s playing who to death!”

The man and the dragon glared at each other, feeling each other’s anger and hatred.

Suddenly, the black dragon laughed, “Hahaha, you know what, Mo Fei, you despicable little man, I’m starting to admire you a bit.

Well then, let’s wait and see who has the last laugh.”

With that, the image of the black dragon disappeared.

Mo Fei looked at the mirror, his confidence faltering slightly.

Did this black dragon have another card up its sleeve?

No, that can’t be.

The odds are the brute is just bluffing.

Whether in reality or in the game, it can only exert a slight influence on his spirit.

As long as he kept his cool, that brute wouldn’t be able to pull any tricks.

Outside, the dark shadow set down the bottled water and looked around the room, puzzled, “Big D, who were you talking to?”

Mo Fei shook his head, “Nothing, I was just on the phone.

If you’re ready, then let’s begin.”

——————

Mo Fei slowly opened his eyes, he rose from the cold floor, stretching his enormous body.

This must be the last time he operates the character of the Ancient Black Dragon, his heart couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions.

But perhaps it’s better this way, rather than letting you become a plaything of capital, let me write the last stroke for your legendary tale, Ancient Black Dragon Morphis, your name will surely shake this world.

With that thought, he walked straight towards the Lord’s Hall.

At this moment, a meeting was still being held in Lord’s Hall, discussing matters regarding the dragon plague.

Black Dragon Lord Terhalason: “If you ask me, we should attack Altland.”

Black Dragon Lord Agri Durim: “We attacked Altland last year, that place is practically dry, there’s hardly any loot.

We should hit Kul Tiras, it’s a maritime trading kingdom, with every port city hoarding a vast trove of treasures.

Strike down one, and we’d be set.”

Black Dragon Lord Samerfield: “Kul Tiras’ navy has just re-equipped with the latest cannons, they’re incredibly powerful, and they can target the air.

Last month when I attempted to plunder a fleet, several of my young dragons were killed, and even I nearly got brought down.

Attacking Kul Tiras is an option, but I won’t go on the front line, providing aerial support for you, however, would be no problem.”

Black Dragon Prince Nefarian: “That’s because you’re too weak.”

Black Dragon Lord Samerfield: “What did you say!”

Ancient Black Dragon Satarrio: “Quiet, quiet, Nefarian, do you have any constructive suggestions then?”

Black Dragon Prince Nefarian: “We needn’t confine our targets to the human kingdoms, the Elf Kingdom of Quel’Thalas has even more wealth in its cities.

Perhaps we should…

”

Black Dragon Lord Agri Durim: “I suspect you’re just coveting the magical artifacts in those elves’ hands, hmm?

Besides, those have no use to me, and their archery skills are formidable, not so easy to handle.

If we’re talking about attacking Quel’Thalas, I could only offer backup support.”

Senior Black Dragon Lord Moentrisa: “We might as well go for Ironforge.

Those dwarves have mined for thousands of years – Gold, Mithril, Thorium, Arcanite, not to mention countless gems.

With such vast wealth, why shouldn’t we…

”

Ancient Black Dragon Kutulafest: “Let’s not consider a place like Ironforge.

Our black dragon bodies simply can’t unfold in those big mountains!

If we really must attack, I can only provide support from the air…”

After a round of discussion with no outcome, it was simply the nature of black dragons to join in when there’s gain to be had, to hide when there’s danger, not eager to engage in thankless endeavors, and even when there are advantages, they’d rather not lead the charge, preferring to stay aloft, spewing fire and hurling a few phrases of Dragon Language magic, watching others fight and die below, swooping down only to reap the benefits after the battle—that’d be ideal.

If one or two dragons thought this way, it might have been fine, but when all the Black Dragon Lords held the same notion, it resulted in an embarrassing predicament.

It didn’t matter who suggested which city to attack; there would always be dissatisfaction, always someone looking to shirk.

As Satarrio listened to the ‘young’ members of the Dragon Race speak, his heart was filled with sorrow.

Without Deathwing to lead them, this cunning bunch was nothing more than a disordered crowd.

Was the future of the Black Dragon Legion really dependent on them?

It didn’t look promising.

Ancient Black Dragon Satarrio: “How about we just go for Altland then…”

This time, finally, there were no objections.

Altland was infamously known as the poorest among the seven human nations, with the smallest population, and apart from animal furs and a modest amount of ore, there was little of value to loot.

However, poverty had its benefits.

An easy fight, and since the dragon plague isn’t yielding any treasures, might as well just kill for sport, set some cities ablaze, stir things up for fun.

Just then, with a bang, Morphis burst in through the door.

He swept a cold glare over all the Black Dragon Lords present.

Ancient Black Dragon Morphis: “Hmph, you useless wretches, look at you all, squabbling over petty gains, cowardly in the face of danger, concerned only with pursuing self-interest, showing no regard for the ancient honor and sacred traditions of the Black Dragon Clan.

As if the face of the Black Dragon race weren’t disgrace enough, have you really fallen this low without Lord Deathwing to lead you?”

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