Chapter 474 Ancient Black Dragon Tibor

In an extremely deep dark seabed, a pair of indifferent vertical pupils suddenly opened.

"An uncomfortable feeling."

The low dragon language sounded in the water, and the huge body of the black dragon stirred the water. Through the light emitted by the gems, one could see the mountains of gold coins and the dazzling array of magic props.

“Something that seems to be happening from far away is of great relevance to me.”

The ancient black dragon's premonitions are not inferior to those of the nine-ring prophecy mage, and his legendary characteristics make him extremely sensitive to anything related to himself.

It's been a long time since he cared about the outside world.

Time passed on his body, making his power stronger and stronger. Even if it was just the breath of sleeping, no extraordinary creature dared to approach in this sea area. He knew that he was about to enter an extremely old age. The end of the dragon's long life.

It is also about to enter a period when the dragon is normally the strongest, the ancient dragon.

For him, the most important thing is to spend this period of time safely, and then go to the outer plane to find opportunities to extend his life - Tibor is not willing to die like this, even if he makes a deal with an evil existence and becomes a It would be better for a dracolich to be forgotten along with his vast treasure.

He closed his eyes again, ignoring the annoying premonition.

But soon he found that the premonition was getting stronger and stronger, and even began to affect his mood.

"So what happened?"

Since destroying a country and plundering its wealth hundreds of years ago, Tibor has not appeared in the world of Faerûn for a long time. He really can’t imagine what could happen to him now, hundreds of years later. So relevant.

Fortunately, he has the means to know.

The low dragon language is sung in an ancient tone. This is a prophecy spell cast in dragon language.

A picture appeared in Tibur's mind.

This is a gorgeous room. A group of well-dressed humans are opening a photo stone with great interest. Among the images displayed by the photo stone is a black dragon crawling among the ruins.

The long old scar on Tibur's face twitched violently.

No way. This was many years ago.

The memory of the dead began to attack him. He looked at the warrior who was slowly walking towards his young self, watched the other man control him easily, and watched the other man raise the giant sword in his hand——

Tiber reflexively interrupted the spell.

He stood up slowly, the gold coins and treasures being crumpled into a ball in his claws.

"It is impossible for me to kill that person and completely erase that country from this world and even all history."

"Why...are there any leftovers?"

Just like the actual dragon power spreading out, the water flow under the deep sea was violently stirred, so that an extremely huge whirlpool appeared directly on the sea surface a thousand meters above.

"shame--"

The ancient black dragon spread its wings and soared into the sky: "Only destruction can make up for it!"

The death of a mage's apprentice did not attract much attention.

The only person who was a little confused was Ent's teacher. This seven-ring red-robed mage realized that his apprentice was missing. But that was all. He had many apprentices.

In a place like Ser Mountain, people disappear for no apparent reason every day. Maybe they die from backstabbing by their companions, or maybe they die from some conspiracy. If the person who died was a red-robed mage, maybe the parliament would pay attention to it, but Just a small apprentice?

If you die, just die. Mage apprentices are like leeks. After one crop dies, there will be another crop.

He was more concerned about the image that had recently become popular in Mount Serre.

A castrated black dragon? This was so curious that it hit the hearts of the Ser nobles.

They speculated wildly about what the dragon had done to lead to such a humiliating situation. Could it be because the dragon violated the warrior's wife? After all, dragons can take the form of humans, and dragons are inherently lustful.

As for the thoughts of spellcasters, they are more practical, and this kind of research material is rare.

And when all this happened, Tang Sen and the other four had already arrived near the treasure house of Sazastan.

This is an underground cave that seems to be sandwiched between the Ser Mountains and the Underdark.

"Is there really no guard at all?" Barn scratched his beard, a little unbelievable: "We were able to sneak into the legendary lich's treasure house so easily?"

"What kind of guards are needed?" Tang Sen said funnyly: "What kind of guards can be better than the magic trap set by a legendary lich? Moreover, don't forget, this is under the Ser Mountain, Sazastan The mage tower is right above his treasury."

"This is an obvious trap. Sazastan doesn't care at all about others coveting his wealth, and even expects unlucky people to become his experimental material."

"Really?" Barn struggled: "We know it's a trap, so why don't we go in? I mean, Sazastan should be able to get here in an instant."

"Sazastan was already a legendary lich many years ago. Now that an entire country's resources are focused on him, I'm afraid the opponent's level will be horribly high." Naomi was also a little worried.

"Don't worry about this." Tang Sen shook his head: "We won't face Sazastan head-on. He will be busy soon, and of course, the other red-robed mages in Serge will also be included."

Tang Sen did not explain in detail, but just said: "Naomi, I will ask you after entering the treasure house. You need to help me identify those magic sacrifices."

"I will try my best." Naomi said cautiously: "But after all, it is the work of a legendary mage. Even if I can discover the existence of the trap, I may not be able to break it."

"It doesn't matter. I believe that Sazastan will not deploy too powerful means in the treasure house. Unless he really puts his life box in this well-known place." Tang Sen smiled: "Obviously, this is impossible."

"The only thing I'm worried about is that he didn't put the knowledge of Netheril in the treasure house, but hid it in other secret places. But this is unlikely. He has obtained this knowledge for too many years. The carrier is not too important to him."

"Then let's go in now?" Barn looked at the door towering on the stone wall in the distance.

"No, there's no rush."

Tang Sen opened the dimensional bag: "We still have preliminary preparations to make."

A cube made of pure gold was taken out by Tang Sen.

He took a deep breath, and the gold began to change form, and a door to the abyss opened.

"We have to recruit some bodyguards so that no one interrupts our adventure."