52: Chapter 52 A New Era 52: Chapter 52 A New Era Fuck!

It took Mo Fei quite a while to recover from the mental pollution he had just experienced.

When he looked at the character panel again, the Ancient Black Dragon Morphis was still there, only now it was black.

He clicked on it.

[System Prompt: Program error, this character is a non-player character and cannot be selected.]

Non-player character?

NPC?

Had Morphis turned into a wild BOSS?

Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to recover from the shock.

Did this count as completing the mission?

It should, right?

After all, Black Dragon Morphis indeed hadn’t died, and, theoretically, he had fulfilled the contract.

But Mo Fei seriously doubted the company would accept such an outcome.

Mo Fei felt a bit of a headache coming on.

He logged out of the game just in time to see Death’s Shadow emerge from the helmet as well.

“How did it go, did you log off safely?”

“Haha, don’t you trust me, Brother Dragon?

I sprinted out of Dalaran in one go, then directly found a Mage who teleported me to Lordaeron for five Gold Coins.

Now all the loot is in my bag.

I calculated it, counting the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword and Flame Demon Magic Wand, there are six pieces of epic storyline equipment, plus a whole bunch of Purple and Orange Equipment, top-grade materials and stuff.

Everything from the Dalaran treasury is top-notch, all together they should sell for at least ten to fifteen million.

If we run into a rich spender, we might even break twenty million!

This time, we’re going to be rich, Brother Dragon,” said Death’s Shadow excitedly.

In the past, the two shared the profits ninety-ten, but given the risky nature of this heist, to motivate his partner, Mo Fei offered him a twenty-eighty split.

If they really managed to sell everything for twenty million, Death’s Shadow would get a cool four million—quite a windfall.

As for Mo Fei’s own earnings, they were immense.

Even if he couldn’t keep the ten million that Situ Cheng had promised, the money from selling the equipment would allow him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

Just for the fortune made today, the whole operation was worth it.

However, Mo Fei had a feeling that he was likely to face a barrage of lawsuits in the future.

Meanwhile—

The Dark Plain—the Dragonfire Mountain Range.

At the top of Dragon Head Peak, towering into the clouds, several black whelps were huddled at the edge of a cliff, looking down at the vast plain below, charred black like coal.

In the shadows cast by the mountain peaks under the moonlight, an army of over a hundred Adventurers was advancing towards Dragon Head Peak.

The leader was none other than the president of the Dragon’s Bane Guild—Qingfeng Lanhuai.

“President, are you sure this will work?

We just got wiped out a few days ago, and now we’re marching to our deaths again?”

“What do you know?

I just got word that Morphis is currently attacking Dalaran.

This is the perfect time for us to ransack his home.

Even if there’s not much good stuff, scavenging the leftovers is still profitable.

Seems like Qingfeng Lanhuai was ready to throw caution to the wind.

The previous incident of him profiting by betraying his teammates had eventually come to light, and the members of Dragon’s Bane were furiously indignant.

In just a few days, two-thirds of the members had left.

To regain some reputation and morale, he planned this heist.

To maximize the looting, he bit the bullet and spent the one hundred thousand benefits fee he had previously earned to build a Bronze tier rank one hero character.

Although it was a lower rank, and just a commoner hero with no particular background, a hero was still a hero.

Even a Bronze one had the ability to trigger storyline events.

Regardless, the Black Dragon Nest was a guild-level instance.

Even in storyline campaign mode, they should be able to grab some loot.

Whether it was swiping some dragon eggs, rare materials, or construction resources to sell, it was bound to be a lucrative score.

Just then, everyone’s attention was drawn to Dalaran, making it the perfect time for him to make his move.

Qingfeng Lanhuai took great pride in his clever strategy, the several black juvenile dragons at the peak of the mountain did not concern him at all.

At the top of Dragon Head Peak, the few black juvenile dragons were also watching the approaching adventurers with anxiety.

“Varick, what should we do?

Do we go up or not?”

“Go up?

Just us?

That’d be suicide.”

“Maybe we should just take the eggs and run!”

“But how will we explain to Lord Morphis?”

The juvenile dragons discussed among themselves, looking back at the gathering of goblins, kobolds, and jackalweres behind them.

These creatures were attracted by the infamy of Morphis, but compared to the peak times, they were significantly diminished.

Without Lord Morphis to oversee, many large monsters came and then left.

Those who stayed were weaklings.

With such a small force, to engage over a hundred adventurers below was to undoubtedly be eliminated by their ranged firepower before even reaching them.

As the adventurers began to ascend the mountain, the black juvenile dragons panicked.

One by one, they took to the sky, not daring to engage in combat.

The monsters left behind descended into chaos.

Seeing this scene, the adventurers’ morale soared.

Qingfeng Lanhuai (Ranger Master): “Ha-ha, go for it, brothers!

Loot money, food, and women!”

However, this smug laughter lasted only a few seconds when a massive shadow suddenly passed over everyone’s heads.

The adventurers looked up in surprise, only to see an ancient black dragon longer than one hundred meters, along with flames descending from the sky.

Qingfeng Lanhuai (Ranger Master): “Damn it!

Run!” Qingfeng Lanhuai shouted and leaped down the mountain at once.

However, the others weren’t nearly as quick to react.

Fire swept through the adventurers’ ranks, taking out dozens instantly.

Elementalists in the group tried to resist the Dragon Breath with a Flame Barrier, but the Dragonfire’s power was so immense that the barrier could only last a few seconds before dissipating.

The remaining adventurers, not daring to linger, ran frantically down the mountain.

This team had been quite mediocre to begin with, consisting of many level-twenty-odd players just filling the ranks, who had come hoping to scavenge.

Seeing that the big boss was home, they all fled for their lives.

Watching the players scram in panic, Morphis laughed heartily but did not pursue them.

Morphis (Ancient Black Dragon): “Tiny mortals, lowly ants, flee, flee.

Spread the infamy of Death’s Shadow, extol the legend of Morphis, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” The dragon’s roar echoed through the skies.

The monster minions prostrated themselves one after another, and the juvenile black dragons let out excited cries, landing one by one around Morphis.

Morphis paid no attention to these subordinates.

It fixed its gaze on the distantly fleeing adventurers, now tiny specks in the distance, and then its eyes gradually looked upward.

At the horizon of the Emerald Forest, the dawn sun was releasing its first ray of light.

Varick (Black Dragon Flier): “Lord Morphis, you have finally returned.

We heard the Black Dragon Legion is assaulting Dalaran, does that mean the war is over?”

The black dragon let out a deep chuckle, wild ambition flickering in its crimson eyes, “No, a new era has arrived, and our war has just begun!”

(End of the Volume—Black Dragon’s Frenzied Dance)