The Dragon of the Apocalypse

Heh heh heh! It seems you have given up! You are indeed a bunch of incompetent bastards!

Do you want to go back? Don't worry, I, Rand Safis Oakburn, am not a demon after all, I can keep my word.

If you want to go back, I won't stop you.

After all, everyone will always miss their hometown when they are away.

Rand hummed, but his words became calmer.

When several spellcasters heard this, they suddenly became energetic and showed happy expressions. They did not realize that the dragon's face was extremely strange.

Until the next words came out of the giant dragon's mouth, several spellcasters froze in place, motionless as if struck by lightning.

My slaves! Come here!

Cut off all the waists, kidneys, hearts and other valuable things of these spell casters for me!

Yes! My master!

Several orcs on one side heard the words and immediately showed ferocious smiles, took out their maces, and surrounded them with axes.

The casters were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders split violently and their bodies trembled wildly. They quickly said:

That's not right! Lord Dragon! What are you doing? Didn't you say you want to let us go back? You can't keep your word!

I'm really letting you go back! Go back to your hometown! You don't have to go back alive, and your body parts don't have to be complete, right?

I will put your kidneys, organs, hearts and liver back and turn you useless waste into useful treasures!

Earn Jintal for me and help some black alchemists and spell casters experiment, why not? Am I right?

Maybe in the future, those black alchemists will refine some medicines that can benefit you humans, and your merits will be considered complete!

What is this called? This is called turning waste into treasure! You useless people, living in this world, only worthy of wasting food, should be happy about this, right?

The dragon's voice was like a devil's whisper, echoing in the ears of several spellcasters, making them tremble all over!

There was a timid one who peed his pants!

The smell of urine was particularly pungent in the hot air.

But how can other spell casters have the mood to pay attention to this at this time!

After all, I, Rand Safis Oakburn, am not a demon...

This sentence echoed in the minds of several spellcasters.

This evil dragon! He is simply more evil than a devil! This is a magical dragon!

Several spellcasters realized this and were so frightened that they almost peed their pants! He quickly shouted:

Wait! Wait! Lord Dragon! We were joking just now! Don't take it seriously!

We will definitely continue to work hard to research modified spells for you! Please give me a few more days!

Oh? Do you have the fighting spirit again? But your strength is really not that good! To be honest, it's hard for me to continue to trust you. Let's forget it. You should go back to your hometown.

The dragon shook his head, looking very reasonable.

No! Don't! Spare your life! Lord Dragon! We admit that our talents are limited!

But there is no way! You had previously asked those orcs to secretly coax and abduct some spellcasters in the small town. How could you find a powerful one?

For people like us, who would want to go to places where birds don't poop unless they really can't survive!

Lord Dragon! I know a place where you can definitely find the right spellcaster to complete your quest!

A spellcaster knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

At this time, a half-orc had already approached, and it was even more terrifying.

etc!

Rand stopped several orcs and asked:

Then I'll trust you again. Tell me, where is that place?

Green City! There must be the talents you need there!

Another week later.

Haishen Kingdom

Earldom of Green.

Green City.

A prosperous city with a population of tens of thousands.

Stone houses are everywhere, even two-story buildings can be seen everywhere.

In the streets and alleys, people were coming and going. They were all well dressed, and many ordinary citizens even wore leather clothes.

The standard of living seems to be very good.

But that's not the most eye-catching thing.

In addition to humans who can be seen everywhere, there are also many dwarves, gnomes, elves, lizardmen, orcs, etc.

About every twenty or thirty people, you can see a foreigner from another race.

This is a city prosperous enough to attract foreigners.

Gru Skullshatter walked among them with a few orcs, and did not attract much attention.

They randomly found a fellow member and asked:

Brother! Do you know where the magic academy is in this city?

Magic Academy?

The half-orc who was asked was stunned for a moment, looked at the half-orc group up and down, and then said enthusiastically:

Hey! Brother, do you want to form an adventure team? Want to recruit spellcasters?

There were indeed many spellcasters there, but they were all too proud, and it was disgusting to have their nostrils on their heads.

They are just a group of flowers in the greenhouse, idiots who have not experienced the wind and rain of the world!

If you have time to find them, why not go to the Adventurer's Guild! There are also spellcasters there, and in order to make a living, they are much easier to talk to than the flowers at the Magic Academy.

Thank you brother, but we have to go to the Magic Academy first, and then we will go to the Adventure Guild.

Okay! Then I wish you a pleasant journey, brother!

The half-orc shook his shoulders, pointed out the direction, and rubbed their pectoralis major with Gewu Skullbreaker before leaving.

Several orcs then headed directly towards the Magic Academy.

Magic Academy.

It is said to be an academy, but in fact it is not established in the form of an academy. Instead, it is located in a magic tower.

This tower is a hundred meters high and at least twenty or thirty meters wide. It is completely blue and has some profound runes engraved on it, with magical brilliance flashing from time to time.

At the gate on the ground floor, men and women wearing blue robes came and went. They were arrogant and would smile contemptuously after seeing a few orcs.

The orcs didn't care about this, they just wanted to enter the magic tower, but two guards blocked the door and shouted:

Stop! This is a magic tower that only noble spellcasters can enter and exit! What do you orcs want to do? Desecrate the holy land of spellcasters?

You...don't let us in? Then we won't be able to complete the mission of the master? How can this be...

The gaze of an orc suddenly became dangerous, and he unconsciously reached for the ax behind his back.

The two guards suddenly looked nervous.

Even some of the spell casters couldn't help but cast their eyes over.

Could it be that these brainless orcs want to use force here? In that case, they can guarantee that these orcs will be blasted into pieces by the torrent of elements!

But an old half-orc shaman immediately held down the half-orc's hand:

Don't be impulsive, don't forget the purpose of the master calling us here! It doesn't matter whether we can go in or not, we just need to do what we should do.

The half-orc heard this and stopped.

Thanks to [My Wife is Shalltear], [I’m Just a Homebody, You Bite Me], [Krullu’s Loyal Dog] for the 100-coin reward, thank you.

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