The rainstorm was like a curtain, and the heaven and earth were gray and gloomy.
On the dome of the White Castle, a magnificent beast was lying in the heavy rain, the rain hitting against the beast's body, and flowing down the smooth dragon scales.
Suddenly, the beast stood up, shook his body, shaking off the water on his body, and then stomped on the ground with both feet and spread its majestic wings, soaring up in the air.
The beast flapped its wings, broke through the rainstorm, and, amidst the reverent gazes of his followers, flew off into the distance, disappearing from sight.
Overseas Islands.
Around the three main islands, small and large islands were scattered, with the White Dragon's current sphere of influence, he had already touched the edge of the largest of the three main islands - Kumu-Ling-Er.
The three main islands, rather than islands, it was better to say small continents, the three main islands together were no less than 10 million square kilometers, larger than the former world's Australia.
Such a huge land area was naturally habited by a large number of lifeforms. In the huge biological base, each main island had several legends, and there were kings or hegemons there.
According to the information that White Castle had pried out so far, there were at least four legendary overlords on the main island of Kum-Ling-Er, the bottom-dwelling magic fish that enslaved a large number of sea beasts along the coast, and the three overlords on the island: the speedy wind-ripping leopard group of extraordinary beasts, the sub-dragon group of earthbound dragons that excelled in defense, and the king of the sky - the Eastern Eagle.
Although the white dragon had the power to fight against the legends, it didn't mean he could defeat them. He didn't want to make trouble for himself.
Amos flew all the way, gradually approaching the periphery of White Castle territory. If White Castle wanted to continue to expand, the bottom-dwelling magic fish was the first hurdle, so he intended to plan early, and plant a pawn for the bottom-dwelling magic fish in the mainland.
Out of the White Castle’s sphere of influence, Amos flew directly toward the main island, where humanoid creatures of all shapes and sizes could meet his requirements.
Gradually, the white dragon entered the territory of the bottom-dwelling magic fish, but he did not care and had no intention of hiding his aura.
On one hand, it was the confidence brought by the strength, on the other hand, the bottom-dwelling magic fish could not fly, so the white dragon could not think of what he had to hide.
Suddenly, the white dragon in flight felt the fluctuation of magic power.
Someone was fighting.
The white dragon turned around and flew towards the battle site, and enchanted himself with stealth.
It didn't take long for Amos to see both sides of the battle from afar.
In the rainstorm, a large and ferocious storm fish was attacking a small boat, and the four people on the boat were struggling to hold on.
Flying closer, the white dragon saw their appearance and was amazed.
All four were dressed as adventurers, a forest elf ranger with a bow and arrow, a dark elf priest with a bloody cross, a dog-headed warrior with a spear in his hand, plus a goblin thief with two daggers.
What kind of odd combination was this?
Amos was observing from the sky. The ferocious tyrant fish was huge and occupied a strategic position, and although the adventurers all had high-ranking battle power, they could only delay defeat.
The White Dragon Lord had an idea in mind and decided to save them. The helping hand that was extended when in a desperate situation was all the more precious.
It didn't take long for the ferocious storm fish, which occupied the location, to shatter the adventurers' boat, and the four fell into the cold seawater.
Moghsang looked at the sharp teeth of the original tyrannical fish coming closer and closer, and felt desperate, even if they and others could kill this damn fish, they would still die without boats.
Suddenly, an ice arrow fell from the sky and penetrated the ugly head of the fierce tyrant fish.
"Who are you, people? Why did you appear here?"
The four adventurers looked at the white dragon that suddenly appeared in the sky in surprise.
Moghsan quickly reacted and spoke, "We are the Oblivion Adventure Squad, we wanted to take a boat to Motto Great Forest, but we didn't want to encounter the Blood Shark Pirates, so we had to row a small boat to escape secretly, and ended up getting lost. We thank you, Lord Amos, for saving our lives."
"Oh? You know me?"
"Yes, I can't think of any other white dragon in the overseas islands besides His Excellency Amos, Lord of the Thousand Islands."
Moghsang appeared thoughtful, the white dragon was not kind and helpful who would save others, so he must be up to something.
"I wonder how the Oblivion adventure squad can repay you?"
The white dragon looked at the dark elf, his heart was very satisfied. Calm, wise, strength is not strong or weak, this was exactly the adventurer he wanted to find.
"This is not the place to talk, let's go ashore first."
White Dragon grabbed the four adventurers and flew towards the coast.
The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and on the coast, the odd team was busy getting their clothes dry.
White Dragon began thinking. When the adventurers were almost done with their clothes, White Dragon spoke, "I happen to lack an adventuring team under me, are you interested in coming to me as officers?"
The dark elf was stunned, and then was delighted, not expecting that such a good thing would fall on himself and others.
In Nordhill, many nobles had their adventuring group, the benefits of having an official background of adventurers, naturally, was self-evident. Funds, intelligence, even after disability or retirement, were guaranteed.
The advantage of the White Dragon Lord was even more obvious than the nobles. Compared to the well-known adventure places of the continent such as the Great Forest of Motto, the overseas islands were equivalent to the unexplored virgin land, and once the support of the White Castle was obtained, the ferocious beasts, treasured herbs, and ancient relics on those islands could make all the adventure groups go crazy for them.
"Lord, what do we need to give?"
"Loyalty!"
The general adventurers who cooperated with nobles paid a certain percentage of the adventure proceeds, while the main thing for the White Dragon Lord was the allegiance of himself and others.
The four adventurers behaved differently, the dark elf priest looked down and thought, the forest elf ranger looked bitter, the dog-headed warrior was ecstatic, and the goblin thief was indifferent, because for the goblins, as long as they could make money, allegiance to the devil was not out of question.
After careful consideration, the dark elves found themselves and others had no choice. If they didn't want to be trapped on the island, their only choice was to agree to the white dragon's conditions.
The dark elf priest knelt on one knee:
"Moghsang is at your service."
The dog-headed warrior immediately followed on his knees: "Great true dragon, Kodak Coppertooth will always follow your footsteps."
The goblin thief and the forest elf saw this: "Hulor Rust (Jacques Feather-by-Feather) is at your service."
"Very well!"
Amos took out a piece of parchment, which was the map of the ruins presumed by the White Dragon based on the ancient leftover slabs of the Broken Skull Tribe.
"This is your first task."
Moghsang took the parchment, and the four of them looked at it together.
"This! This is!"
The four were excited after reading the contents of the parchment.
"Don't be too happy with your strength, you are not qualified to explore the demonic ruins, moreover, these ruins are only my speculation, your task is to confirm their existence."
"This is also a test for you guys."
The rainstorm was like a curtain, and the heaven and earth were gray and gloomy.
On the dome of the White Castle, a magnificent beast was lying in the heavy rain, the rain hitting against the beast's body, and flowing down the smooth dragon scales.
Suddenly, the beast stood up, shook his body, shaking off the water on his body, and then stomped on the ground with both feet and spread its majestic wings, soaring up in the air.
The beast flapped its wings, broke through the rainstorm, and, amidst the reverent gazes of his followers, flew off into the distance, disappearing from sight.
Overseas Islands.
Around the three main islands, small and large islands were scattered, with the White Dragon's current sphere of influence, he had already touched the edge of the largest of the three main islands - Kumu-Ling-Er.
The three main islands, rather than islands, it was better to say small continents, the three main islands together were no less than 10 million square kilometers, larger than the former world's Australia.
Such a huge land area was naturally habited by a large number of lifeforms. In the huge biological base, each main island had several legends, and there were kings or hegemons there.
According to the information that White Castle had pried out so far, there were at least four legendary overlords on the main island of Kum-Ling-Er, the bottom-dwelling magic fish that enslaved a large number of sea beasts along the coast, and the three overlords on the island: the speedy wind-ripping leopard group of extraordinary beasts, the sub-dragon group of earthbound dragons that excelled in defense, and the king of the sky - the Eastern Eagle.
Although the white dragon had the power to fight against the legends, it didn't mean he could defeat them. He didn't want to make trouble for himself.
Amos flew all the way, gradually approaching the periphery of White Castle territory. If White Castle wanted to continue to expand, the bottom-dwelling magic fish was the first hurdle, so he intended to plan early, and plant a pawn for the bottom-dwelling magic fish in the mainland.
Out of the White Castle’s sphere of influence, Amos flew directly toward the main island, where humanoid creatures of all shapes and sizes could meet his requirements.
Gradually, the white dragon entered the territory of the bottom-dwelling magic fish, but he did not care and had no intention of hiding his aura.
On one hand, it was the confidence brought by the strength, on the other hand, the bottom-dwelling magic fish could not fly, so the white dragon could not think of what he had to hide.
Suddenly, the white dragon in flight felt the fluctuation of magic power.
Someone was fighting.
The white dragon turned around and flew towards the battle site, and enchanted himself with stealth.
It didn't take long for Amos to see both sides of the battle from afar.
In the rainstorm, a large and ferocious storm fish was attacking a small boat, and the four people on the boat were struggling to hold on.
Flying closer, the white dragon saw their appearance and was amazed.
All four were dressed as adventurers, a forest elf ranger with a bow and arrow, a dark elf priest with a bloody cross, a dog-headed warrior with a spear in his hand, plus a goblin thief with two daggers.
What kind of odd combination was this?
Amos was observing from the sky. The ferocious tyrant fish was huge and occupied a strategic position, and although the adventurers all had high-ranking battle power, they could only delay defeat.
The White Dragon Lord had an idea in mind and decided to save them. The helping hand that was extended when in a desperate situation was all the more precious.
It didn't take long for the ferocious storm fish, which occupied the location, to shatter the adventurers' boat, and the four fell into the cold seawater.
Moghsang looked at the sharp teeth of the original tyrannical fish coming closer and closer, and felt desperate, even if they and others could kill this damn fish, they would still die without boats.
Suddenly, an ice arrow fell from the sky and penetrated the ugly head of the fierce tyrant fish.
"Who are you, people? Why did you appear here?"
The four adventurers looked at the white dragon that suddenly appeared in the sky in surprise.
Moghsan quickly reacted and spoke, "We are the Oblivion Adventure Squad, we wanted to take a boat to Motto Great Forest, but we didn't want to encounter the Blood Shark Pirates, so we had to row a small boat to escape secretly, and ended up getting lost. We thank you, Lord Amos, for saving our lives."
"Oh? You know me?"
"Yes, I can't think of any other white dragon in the overseas islands besides His Excellency Amos, Lord of the Thousand Islands."
Moghsang appeared thoughtful, the white dragon was not kind and helpful who would save others, so he must be up to something.
"I wonder how the Oblivion adventure squad can repay you?"
The white dragon looked at the dark elf, his heart was very satisfied. Calm, wise, strength is not strong or weak, this was exactly the adventurer he wanted to find.
"This is not the place to talk, let's go ashore first."
White Dragon grabbed the four adventurers and flew towards the coast.
The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and on the coast, the odd team was busy getting their clothes dry.
White Dragon began thinking. When the adventurers were almost done with their clothes, White Dragon spoke, "I happen to lack an adventuring team under me, are you interested in coming to me as officers?"
The dark elf was stunned, and then was delighted, not expecting that such a good thing would fall on himself and others.
In Nordhill, many nobles had their adventuring group, the benefits of having an official background of adventurers, naturally, was self-evident. Funds, intelligence, even after disability or retirement, were guaranteed.
The advantage of the White Dragon Lord was even more obvious than the nobles. Compared to the well-known adventure places of the continent such as the Great Forest of Motto, the overseas islands were equivalent to the unexplored virgin land, and once the support of the White Castle was obtained, the ferocious beasts, treasured herbs, and ancient relics on those islands could make all the adventure groups go crazy for them.
"Lord, what do we need to give?"
"Loyalty!"
The general adventurers who cooperated with nobles paid a certain percentage of the adventure proceeds, while the main thing for the White Dragon Lord was the allegiance of himself and others.
The four adventurers behaved differently, the dark elf priest looked down and thought, the forest elf ranger looked bitter, the dog-headed warrior was ecstatic, and the goblin thief was indifferent, because for the goblins, as long as they could make money, allegiance to the devil was not out of question.
After careful consideration, the dark elves found themselves and others had no choice. If they didn't want to be trapped on the island, their only choice was to agree to the white dragon's conditions.
The dark elf priest knelt on one knee:
"Moghsang is at your service."
The dog-headed warrior immediately followed on his knees: "Great true dragon, Kodak Coppertooth will always follow your footsteps."
The goblin thief and the forest elf saw this: "Hulor Rust (Jacques Feather-by-Feather) is at your service."
"Very well!"
Amos took out a piece of parchment, which was the map of the ruins presumed by the White Dragon based on the ancient leftover slabs of the Broken Skull Tribe.
"This is your first task."
Moghsang took the parchment, and the four of them looked at it together.
"This! This is!"
The four were excited after reading the contents of the parchment.
"Don't be too happy with your strength, you are not qualified to explore the demonic ruins, moreover, these ruins are only my speculation, your task is to confirm their existence."
"This is also a test for you guys."
