Standing beside her were three human women dressed in various styles, all noble young ladies with extraordinary temperaments.
But their expressions were not very pleasant.
Clearly, standing here was not their intention.
A Dark Elf hurried in, knelt on one knee, and presented a sealed letter with both hands: "Lord Kasha! The letter was sent urgently from the Northern Territory."
Kasha reached out and took the letter, noticing a spot of blood on it. She sniffed, and a playful smirk gradually appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Her gaze quickly scanned the lines of text. She bared her teeth, revealing a set of sharp fangs, mixed with mockery and disdain.
With a casual flick of her finger, the letter dropped from her hand, floating into the hand of a mature human woman standing beside her.
The woman, dressed in an elegant long gown with a steady demeanor, quickly took the letter, swiftly read its contents, and then looked up: "Master, the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory issued a punitive declaration the day before yesterday, but her target is not us. Instead, she intends to open up the buffer zone between the Northern Territory and the Imperial Capital. I suggest we act according to circumstances. As for what the letter says about the stability of the continent..."
She paused here, seeing the words "concerning the safety of the continent" in the letter.
She found it absurd that someone would try to morally blackmail a Black Dragon.
Upon hearing this, Kasha suddenly opened her mouth and let out a deafening laugh: "Hahahaha!"
Her laughter was wild and unrestrained.
When the laughter stopped, she bared her teeth, her golden pupils flashing with fanaticism and excitement: "She said I killed her heir? Then let it be as she wishes! Pass on my command: the legion prepare, attack the Northern Territory immediately!"
As she spoke, her massive four-meter-tall body slowly rose from the throne, imperious: "The legion will destroy all enemies in its path!"
Upon hearing this, the mature woman's expression of helplessness grew even deeper, yet she showed no surprise.
She merely shook her head gently, a helpless smile on her lips, and said no more, nodding slightly to the woman beside her.
The woman also nodded and turned to leave.
The next day, the sun rose again over the Gloomy Forest, and several Adventurers were making their way along the forest path.
Suddenly, they felt the ground tremble slightly.
"An earthquake!" one of the Adventurers exclaimed, quickly lying down and covering his head with his hands.
When they looked up, they saw a shocking sight.
From the depths of the forest, a dense army of Orcs surged out like a tide.
These Orcs were tall, their average height far exceeding two ordinary humans, clad in various iron armors, wielding sharp weapons, their eyes glinting with bloodlust.
Beside them were fully armed Centaurs, Ogres, Pigmen, and various other monstrous creatures.
They also marched in neat formations, like a well-trained army.
The entire Gloomy Forest was shaking...
Norvaria City was one of the twenty-four cities of the Northern Territory, located at its outermost edge. It should have been a military stronghold, but the Oram Family had been powerful for four hundred years.
This meant the Avers Family, who guarded Norvaria City, almost never had to consider battle.
The family's younger generations often complained that the combat skills they painstakingly learned could only be practiced in the training grounds, with no opportunity to go into battle and kill enemies.
However, at this moment, the city walls were trembling.
The Patriarch, Vol, stood side by side with his son, Rost, on the city wall, gazing at the endless army of magical beasts below the city.
They were densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see, a sight that filled one with despair.
"Where... where did these magical beasts come from!" His son, Rost, in his twenties, had short golden hair and a cheerful face, but now it was only pale.
His hand instinctively trembled on the hilt of his sword.
Father Vol's face was also ashen, and he opened his mouth to speak.
Just then, a black shadow shot into the sky.
They hadn't even had time to draw the longswords from their waists when the black shadow spread its huge black wings and hovered above the city wall.
It stood ten meters above their heads.
Kasha, four meters tall, covered in black scales, with a tall, muscular, elegant, powerful, and wild physique, her golden vertical pupils looked down at everyone from above, without saying a word.
But the powerful oppressive force was almost tangible.
The surrounding knights' legs went weak, some even collapsing to the ground, unable to muster any strength to resist.
His son, Rost, felt his mind go blank.
The swordsmanship he diligently practiced daily seemed to be completely forgotten at this moment.
He stared wide-eyed, looking up at Kasha.
He couldn't even conjure a thought of resistance.
Kasha slowly raised her arm, covered in black scales, and slightly bent her fingers.
"Kneel and surrender to me."
Her voice was calm, yet it carried a terrifying, heart-stopping might.
Rost felt his legs give way, his body instinctively wanting to kneel. An formless force was pressing down on his will.
Just then, his father Vol's loud shout pulled him back from his daze.
"Rost!" Vol's voice was like thunder. He fiercely drew his longsword, its tip pointing directly at Kasha. "Avers Vol, current Patriarch of the Avers Family. Why do you attack Norvaria!"
Kasha's gaze finally fell on Vol, a playful smirk on her lips. She was somewhat surprised that he could draw his longsword to confront her.
"You want to crusade against me, yet you don't know who I am?"
Vol immediately reacted. He actually wanted to explain that the Patriarch most likely just found an excuse and never really intended to slay a dragon.
But clearly, the Black Dragon before him would most likely not listen to his explanation.
He gripped his longsword tightly, took a deep breath, and knowing there was no way out, his eyes instead became resolute.
"I acknowledge your courage." Kasha's golden vertical pupils flickered as she slowly said, "After your death, I can grant you one wish."
Vol was startled. He looked at his son Rost behind him, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.
"From now on, you will be the Patriarch of the Avers Family." Vol's voice was beyond doubt: "After my death, you will choose the future of the Avers Family."
Then, Vol raised his longsword, its tip pointing at Kasha in the air.
His voice echoed through the sky: "My ancestors promised the Oram Family that they would defend Norvaria City with their lives!"
He roared, his figure transforming into a meteor, charging towards Kasha in the air.
After a burst of black flame, only a severed hand clutching a longsword fell.
Kasha reached out and caught the falling longsword, then threw it to Rost: "Your father fulfilled his promise with his life. The new Avers Family, surrender, or be destroyed."
Chapter 185: A Useless Dragon
"Black Dragon Kasha conquered three cities in two days?" Hill's eyes widened, her fingertip leaving a scratch on the map.
She had made countless contingency plans, but she had never anticipated Kasha's audacious move to lead her army directly out of the Gloomy Forest.
With an unstoppable force, she swept across the entire Northern Territory.
Yi, at one meter forty centimeters tall, now had an expression devoid of the innocent playfulness she showed in front of Carl. It was a mature demeanor that starkly contrasted with her youthful face.
"The Northern Territory nobles, in front of them, were like paper, utterly unable to resist. Kasha's prestige has spread throughout the entire Northern Territory."
"Now the outside world already calls her Black Dragon King Kasha." Yi's expression was complex: "Should we discuss this with Master Carl?"
Dark Elves choose potential masters to attach themselves to.
Kasha would have other Dark Elf clans with her.
This was their way of survival.
"I'll go talk to him." Hill nodded: "Continue gathering intelligence."
"Yes." After Yi nodded, her petite body disappeared. She possessed the same stealth talent as Hill, clearly also a fifth-tier expert.
Hill leaned back against the wall, her gaze fixed on the map before her.
On the map, showing the consecutive conquests in the Northern Territory.
She saw the image of the Black Dragon King: powerful, arrogant, domineering, striking fear into enemies, decisive in killing but not bloodthirsty.
According to intelligence, two out of the three cities chose to surrender and join the Black Dragon King's army.
This terrifying charisma, if she could rise above the Oram Family, would undoubtedly make her another overlord.
Hill was silent for a moment, her finger gently tracing the map. Suddenly, a thought popped into her mind: "Should I pledge allegiance to Aisha?"
As soon as the thought emerged, an image appeared in her mind: Carl hugging her waist from behind.
The scene of little ka going in and out, making her scream.
"Bastard!"
Hill shook her head. She had already made a heavy bet on Carl.
And thinking about it carefully, Carl was also a Black Dragon.
He also had a domineering side.
Hill put away the map and went to discuss with Carl.
On the second floor of the pharmacy, in a room.
Carl was sitting on the floor, his gaze wandering.
Lily of the Valley stood with her hands on her hips, her body stiff, trying hard to project a strong demeanor.
"Stop pretending, I already know your secret."
Carl's handsome young face showed three parts panic, three parts nervousness, and four parts bewilderment: "Little ka sister, I don't understand what you're saying."
A struggle flashed in Lily of the Valley's eyes. She suddenly raised her leg and stomped hard on Carl's inner thigh.
"?" Carl.
"..." Lily of the Valley looked awkward. She was too nervous, so she missed her target.
She nonchalantly moved her foot from his thigh to the middle, stepping on little ka through his pants.
Recalling the lines she had read in that novel, her voice trembled slightly: "You're a noble, aren't you? You wouldn't want these fetishes to be known by others, would you?"
As she spoke, she leaned forward, staring into Carl's eyes: "Answer a few questions for me, and I will... satisfy you."
Lily of the Valley's words were stumbling.
Coupled with her still youthful face, she looked somewhat cute.
Carl felt that things had already gone awry here. Lily of the Valley, this type of cute girl, was really not suited to play an S-type role, but so much had already been set up.
To increase his strength, he chose to cooperate with the act.
Carl turned his face away: "Can you take off your shoes first?"
"Ah, okay." Lily of the Valley quickly took off her boots, revealing her tender white feet. After all, she was a young girl, and her foot shape had nothing to do with sexiness.
All her muscles were tense; she was extremely nervous but forcing herself to hold on.
Forgetting the main purpose was to ask questions, her tender white foot stepped on little ka.
Even through the pants, an indescribable hardness came from the sole of her foot, like stepping on an iron rod.
Carl felt that this little girl probably didn't have Hill's skill of flexibly untying pants with her toes, so he actively unbuckled his belt to let little ka breathe.
The tip of little ka pressed against the sole of Lily of the Valley's foot, its ferocious appearance made him seem more like the aggressor.
"I..."
Lily of the Valley's mind was blank at this moment. The words from the novels had disappeared due to nervousness, and the steel-like hardness coming from the sole of her foot.
She had only one thought in her mind: if this hit her face, she would surely die.
Carl saw her staring blankly and felt helpless for a moment. He actively pushed up, the tip of little ka brushing against the sole of her foot, the experience being very ordinary.
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