Chapter 557: Unfortunate Black Dragon
Translator: imperfectluck Editor: Kurisu
Dragons weren’t exclusive to the mortal plane. As one of the most ancient species, dragons could be found in countless dinsions all across the universe. Since the dragons in the mortal plane intentionally stayed away from humans in the current age, it would actually be easier to et with dragons in other dinsions.
There were all sorts of myths and stories about what would happen if a human t a dragon. The end result would typically be that the main character would receive nurous benefits, such as high-quality weapons, the glory of slaying a dragon, dragonblood baptism, the beginning of a mythic quest, and so on.
In fact, since in knight stories the main character would always et a dragon, and then use the dragon as a pedestal to greater glory, these characters typically joined the ranks of harem protagonists among clichés.
But for any normal adventurer who was traveling solo, eting one of these big lizards would doubtlessly be nothing but misfortune.
Silver, gold, and the other tal dragons were rather easy to deal with. As long as you didn’t have a terrible reputation, it was likely that they would only prank you a little with their favorite jokes.
For instance, if you t with a silver or gold dragon, it was likely that the dragon would assign you a seemingly glorious quest. After you spent so much effort on completing it, you would then discover that the only reward was “glory”, with not a single copper coin as paynt.
“We are dragons of justice, assigning quests to you tiny humans. That’s a sign of our respect already. You still want paynt?”
And if you t a copper or bronze dragon, you had better hope that you were skilled at telling jokes and stories. Copper dragons had endless amounts of curiosity and would force any traveler to tell them every story and joke that the traveler knew. anwhile, it was even possible to die to the bronze dragons’ pranks if you didn’t have high enough skill in navigating mazes.
While eting a tal dragon could be considered bad luck, your luck would be far worse if you t with a red, black, blue, or other color dragon.
The color dragons didn’t have any fancy tricks for dealing with any visitors to their territory. The color dragons would all respond in the sa way—an unexpected ambush.
A valuable captive would beco the dragon’s slave servant. A worthless captive would be eaten as food. A captive that wasn’t tasty would beco food for the dragon’s subordinate magical creatures. The adventurer’s belongings would beco the dragon’s loot, and the adventurer’s treasures would beco the dragon’s treasure. Nothing would be wasted.
Hakas was a black dragon who had reached adult age more than two hundred years ago. He was the ruler of this patch of swamp.
When Hakas’s lizardn slaves reported to him that a newcor had arrived in his territory, Hakas was highly displeased when he heard that the lizardn had given this newcor the na “slayer of lizardn” due to the newcor’s slaughters.
This was because Hakas ruled over approximately one dozen lizardn tribes. And, the lizardn all addressed him as the “Lizardn’s King”. Although Hakas didn’t actually like the nickna that the lizardn had given him, it felt like a slap in the face for the newcor to be called “slayer of lizardn”.
Hakas had so many lizardn subordinates not because he was fond of them, but rather because the lizardn were one of the few species capable of at least the most basic communication here in the Dark Swamp of the 75th level of the Chaos Abyss.
Originally, Hakas should have personally gone out to show this newcor the anger of the local ruler. But, there was a torrential stinky rain outside, so he didn’t want to go out... It definitely wasn’t because he was worried of actually losing that he was making his lizardn test the newcor’s power level first!
And so, Hakas sent his lizardn subordinates to lure that newcor into coming to his nest. Since Hakas was a mber of the most intelligent color dragon species, the black dragons, he then used his species’ most famous trick—to lie in ambush for the enemy.
Still, he felt that his foolish lizardn subordinates had done a surprisingly good job this ti. They determined for him that this person was a human swordsman who relied only on pure swordsmanship, and that he had only recently entered Saint rank. Hakas felt that even if he went with a direct attack, he would be very likely to win. But, he was the cautious type who still chose to use the black dragons’ tradition of ambushing the enemy.
“We noble black dragons are different from other idiotic dragons. We use our brains. Why fight directly when we can win easily through an ambush?”
Obviously, this was a type of bias. All color dragons loved to use ambushes. Red dragons, who were more talented at flight, were masters of aerial ambushes. Red dragons would suddenly descend without any warning from above the clouds, giving even ga empires great headache.
In the blue dragons’ ho terrain of deserts, the blue dragons would hide themselves in the sand. Thunderbolts or furious sandstorms would suddenly arise from beneath you without any warning. Even the most cautious warriors could be caught off guard by this. anwhile, the swift blue dragons would never miss a single opportunity.
Black dragons were more inclined to the swamp, so they excelled far more at swamp ambushes that were of guerilla style.
Black dragons would typically lie in wait under the swamp itself. Black dragons had a natural talent that allowed them to breathe underwater just like fish. And, the stench of the swamp would also help to hide the sll of corrosion that all black dragons carried. Black dragons also possessed natural talents to control mud and corrode any water, making them masters of swamp camouflage.
“Ha, we black dragons are the true kings of the swamp. When that fellow arrives, the lizardn shall attack first and attract his attention. Then, I’ll suddenly jump out and kill him with a single dragonbreath attack. If he manages to dodge that attack, then I’ll use the transformation spell ‘Stone to Mud’ and turn all dry land into swamp, dragging him underwater.”
Black dragons’ slyness, cautiousness, and well-honed combat techniques would be passed down through the generations. Since dragons were capable both physically and magically, the combat techniques passed down in their bloodlines made all dragons into natural predators. They were far more suited to hunting by themselves out in the wild. Dragons that tead up with each other were actually inhibiting their own combat potential instead.
Right now, while hidden underwater, Hakas tried his best to recall the last ti that he had been lucky enough to enjoy the taste of human flesh. He started salivating when he thought of the fresh human at about to arrive. Was it twenty, or was it fifty years ago that he had last tasted human at?
“He’s here, he’s here!”
The arriving human’s footsteps would send vibrations though the water. Although it was impossible for even a black dragon to see through the murky water to above, Hakas possessed sharp senses like a radar that would help him lock onto his target’s exact location.
“...He stopped?”
That human stopped right before stepping into Hakas’s effective ambush radius, approximately twenty ters away.
No, not only did he stop, it also seed that he was now sitting down. He was apparently talking to the cat on his shoulder.
Hakas swam up slightly and spent a significant amount of mana on improving his hearing. Finally, he was able to hear the human and the cat’s conversation...
“Shh~ Look at what I’ve found here? There’s a black dragon by himself here. Black dragons are known to be cautious. I should circle around and attack him from the rear...”
Hakas had a stunned expression as he knew that the human had detected him. He suddenly propelled himself forward while underwater and attempted to use a forceful direct attack rather than an ambush. But, halfway through the water, right as his neck erged from the swamp, Hakas discovered that he was no longer able to move.
“Ice?”
Ice had started spreading inside the swamp. The muddy swamp transford into blocks of ice and frozen earth. The ice was far more solid than expected. Hakas’s entire body was frozen underwater, together with the entire swamp. Only his head was left unfrozen, sticking out of the ice.
The trapped Hakas had no control over ice like a white dragon would. He was solidly restrained without being able to even move.
“...Black dragons are highly nutritious and provide a great number of calories. A single black dragon can provide enough calories for an entire year...”
Hakas didn’t give up as he spat out so toxic dragonbreath in green mist form. Just as Hakas thought that he had managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, the human continued speaking.
“...Heehee, I caught him! He’s really struggling! Ugh, he has stinky breath!”
The toxic mist dissipated to reveal that the blonde-haired man was slowly walking over without sign of a single injury. The man had a vicious smile on his face and kept talking to himself. Hakas despaired even more as he was still unable to break free from the ice by the ti that the man arrived next to him.
The blonde-haired man kept looking at Hakas’s neck while holding a giant fork made of ice in his left hand and wielding a giant butcher knife made of ice in his right hand. He kept making motions over the black dragon’s neck.
“I’ll be able to eat him once I cut off the head! Crispy and tastes like chicken!”
“You’re a chicken, your entire family is chicken-flavored!”
Hakas was infuriated by the utter humiliation of being compared to chicken at. But, all he saw was a huge fork of ice that was two ters tall piercing into him. This was the final thing that black dragon Hakas saw before he fainted. His final thoughts were filled with pity for himself.
“Father, your son Hakas has beco the greatest disgrace of all dragons. I’m actually about to be eaten by a human.”
Twenty minutes later, we were now in Hakas’s warm and comfortable dragon nest, where countless lizardn were hard at work, starting a fire and cooking food for their new master. A certain dark-skinned tall and skinny male elf was especially noticeable because he stood out from the crowd.
Hakas was currently working by the fire, drying his new master’s shoes and clothes. The clothes were still alright, but the shoes had an incredible stench due to being soaked by stinky rain and mud for several days straight. The enslaved dragon almost felt like committing suicide.
But, he didn’t have the courage to do so...
*Smack!*
Hakas tripped and fell over after taking a re two steps. This wasn’t because he was intentionally trying to do so. It would be disgusting if soone as old as him was trying to act cute. It was that Hakas was no longer able to control his balance. That was because his dragon tail, the body part responsible for maintaining his balance, had been cut off and was currently being cooked on a barbeque rack.
Finally, I started salivating as the dragon tail was thoroughly well done while dripping oil.
“By the way, Roland...” Harloys suddenly spoke to as she also looked at the barbequed dragon tail.
“Don’t you know that food should be enjoyed in silence? I cooked this for myself. If you want so, go cut off so more and make your own.”
I pointed at the ice fork and knife which were still to the side. A certain elf form black dragon who had been eavesdropping suddenly ran outside his nest into the pouring stinky rain. He also tripped and fell several tis during his escape. I let him go with no worries, as he was now bound by a slave contract and wouldn’t be able to actually escape for real.
“No, it’s not that. I’m not interested in dragon at... forget it.”
“You’re so boring, wanting to say sothing but changing your mind.”
I complained slightly while taking a dragon tail at skewer that a lizardman handed to . I then took a bite... sourness, bitterness, and a stinky stench all exploded in my mouth. At that mont, I felt like I was eating sothing from a toilet that hadn’t been cleaned in ten years... and then I vomited everything in my stomach!
*Retch!*
It was a long while until I finally finished throwing up. Only then did Harloys casually finish what she had been about to tell .
“Black dragons are venomous, far more venomous than wyverns. And, they feed on the corrosive creatures that live in the swamp. You must have forgotten all your magical creature biology classes. You should have known that sothing like black dragon at should have been completely inedible.”
All the lizardn around were so scared that they were all kneeling. I glanced again at the oily dragon tail at skewer, feeling like it was such a waste of at.
I wasn’t afraid of any poison. Dragon poison would be completely useless against . But, the delicacy I had been looking forward to turned out to be even worse than feces. I was so disappointed!
“You find it so regrettable? That’s really rare of you. Did you want to try dragon at so much?”
“I do! Back when I was at Sulfur Mountain City and saw black and red dragons flying around everywhere, I already wanted to taste them. I figured that their at would surely be delicious with how big they were. But after I finally had a physical body again, it would have been too awkward to touch any of Little Red’s followers.”
Harloys silently wiped away so cold sweat. It seed that the dragons of the Underground Dragon City had escaped a calamity without them knowing it.
“Actually, dragon at is edible. It’s common sense not to eat venomous magical creatures, but not all dragons are toxic. You only need to avoid eating green and black dragons.”
“There’s records of this?”
“Yes, there’s always so eccentric among the mages. There was once a great archmage nad Baen who wrote a book called ‘Dragonat Cuisine for all Common Dragon Species”. He even once held a banquet that served only dragon at.”
“Ohhh! So there was such a person before! Could you please introduce him to ?”
“That’s impossible. Baen died several hundred years ago because a horde of angry dragons ganged up on and killed him.”
“Such a pity. He was truly an amazing person...”
“His recipes are still around today. I’ve read his book. According to him, the most delicious dragon at is red dragon at because it contains the fire elent. You only need to cook it slightly for it to beco completely well done from inside out. If you apply so oil and pair it with red wine, it’s supposed to be amazingly delicious. And, red dragons tend to exercise more than other dragons, aning that their at is chewier than other dragons’.”
As I heard this, the hordes of red dragons in the sky from my mories beca replaced with delicious flying roast at. I was even beginning to drool.
“Little Red is supposed to co. Why don’t you try borrowing so at from her...?”
The flying roast at I was imagining was instantly replaced with Little Red’s face when I heard this. I suddenly felt like that was too much for my tastes; I shook my head and sighed.
“She would invite to eat her fist. It’s a pity that there’s no other red dragons here...”
“Actually, black dragons can still be edible if you prepare the at properly, although it’s a little bit troubleso. Baen’s dragon recipe book had thods on how to prepare it. You can cure the at to make sausages, or add so seasoning and bury it underground to make it into stinky canned at. Although it slls bad, it’s actually quite delicious.”
“Ahhhhh!”
Just as I was thinking about it, there was suddenly a loud scream from the entrance of the dragon nest. Black dragon Hakas had just returned, and was staring at us with a stupefied expression. He then imdiately ran away again.
“I’m not a sausage! Mommy, save ! I’ve been captured by a dragon-eating cannibal!”
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