Chapter 1565: 432 Mother of Black Dragon and Purification Wand_2
He then turned his attention to the person herself.
It was evident,
that the “Mother of Black Dragon,” Audacia, was a charismatic woman.
She was tall, standing at an estimated one ter ninety;
her figure was explosive, her chest as ample as a waterlon one size smaller;
most importantly,
her body was clad only in a layer of thin black gauze, leaving most parts exposed.
Besides the impending black gauze and explosive figure,
what drew the most attention were the faint shimring black lights on her neck, shoulders, ribs, hips, and other areas—
those were pieces of Magic Dragon Scales.
Paired with her signature fla-shaped vertical pupils,
Audacia’s profession was self-evident.
“Legendary Warlock, Black Dragon Bloodline, and even awakened the Magic Dragon Scales that a Black Dragon Mage should not have…”
Matthew’s heart sank.
This was undoubtedly a trendously powerful adversary!
Matthew still didn’t know her specific abilities,
but just being able to command this army of more than twenty Black Dragons was terrifying enough.
He searched his mories and found that at least in the south, such a person was unheard of.
So he asked his companions—
Sener and Hayek had abandoned their vehicle and fled at the first sign of danger and were now unknown whereabouts.
Only Vampire Moson, Jassiliven, and the Orc Sword Saint Claire remained by Matthew’s side.
“I’ve heard of the na of the Mother of Black Dragon before,”
Jassiliven recalled:
“She was already a sowhat famous legendary figure twenty years ago, but she was not from Aindor, she was from a kingdom called Thorny Flower Sword, which is located in a lower-level Secondary Plane.”
“Normally, those lower energy level Secondary Planes should not be able to give birth to a true Legendary Class. Their ceiling is Level 20, or at the very most Level 16, but the Mother of Black Dragon achieved it.”
“This probably has a lot to do with her Black Dragon Army under her command.”
“Since Soria’s Dragon Slaying, a large number of Coiling Dragons fled to Eternal Gathering Island and the Secondary Planes, including so Black Dragons that escaped to the northern mountains of Thorny Flower Sword. They entered into several contracts with the local natives and thus continued to reproduce and thrive.”
“At first, those Black Dragons were quite settled, but as ti went on, they began to fight and kill each other constantly, plunging Thorny Flower Sword into turmoil and unbearable hardship.”
“I rember a bard even based on this story and wrote an epic called ‘The Black Dragon’s Chaos.’ The epic’s terminator of that chaos was none other than the Mother of Black Dragon, Audacia, although I don’t know how she did it, she truly made all the Black Dragons willingly submit to her black gauze skirt and honor her as ‘Mother’…
“After that, Audacia mysteriously gained Legendary strength that broke through the plane’s limitations…”
Upon hearing this,
Moson couldn’t help but marvel:
“So well-inford?”
“Can you order Bards in prison?”
Jassiliven smiled slightly:
“Of course you can.”
“There are also bard prisoners in the prison, which is quite lantable. It seems that the ability of the God of Travelers to diate and guide is not even as good as those bards in prison who cannot fight…”
Moson’s expression imdiately turned awkward.
He quietly moved a few steps to the side, keeping more distance from Jassiliven.
After listening, Matthew silently nodded:
“Indeed, she’s not a native of the material world.”
Otherwise, with just this Black Dragon Army alone, Audacia could stride across the south unchallenged.
As long as the Alliance doesn’t intervene,
she could take over any city she wished, without any doubt!
“There are more people…”
The flightless Claire looked around vigilantly.
All of a sudden,
a figure almost level with them elegantly walked over from behind them in midair.
It was a man dressed in extravagant clothing.
His face was square, his eyes bright and his gaze firm, giving off a sense of reliability and righteousness.
The man held a delicately sewn pouch made of four colors of silk.
He shook the silk pouch,
and the next second,
the pouch bulged violently—
Elental Life forms, about three tis the size of an ordinary human, erged from it!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The Elental Life forms surged out like a tide, flanking from both sides, and almost instantly completed the encirclent of the airspace where Matthew and the others were situated!
Earth.
Fire.
Air.
Water.
Four types of Elental Life, four Great Elent Elders, with twenty-four elental envoys of each kind—
A total of 100 Tier 5 and above Elental Life forms beca Matthew and his allies’ enemies.
And those four Great Elent Elders were legendary creatures!
Matthew’s face grew extrely serious.
“It’s not right.”
“The Black Dragon Army plus the Elental Army, the number of Tier 5 summoned creatures these two control is too exaggerated, right?”
Matthew stared intently at the man who always had a faint smile on his face.
Just then,
that man was also looking at him.
“The Legendary Summoner, young Ingram from the north.”
This ti,
before Matthew could ask, Jassiliven took the initiative to say:
“He is the city lord of Order City, Canning, up in the north. Order City is known for its strict laws, and its ruler—the Ingram family has generationally signed contracts with Elental Life.”
“They are natural-born Summoners.”
“Young Ingram beca a legend ten years ago, but he usually keeps a low profile. Most people think he could beco a legend because he inherited the legendary Elental Life contracts left by his deceased father.”
“But looking at it now, it seems the rumors are not entirely true.”
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