The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The dragon race is not a unique product of the main plane. As one of the oldest races, their branches spread all over the multiverse. Since the dragons on the main plane began to stay away from the crowd, it is easier to encounter them when traveling in other planes. dragon.

Encounters with giant dragons in epic stories can often be confused with each other. In the end, most of the protagonists get a lot of benefits, such as artifacts, the glory of slaying dragons, the baptism of dragon blood, the beginning of epic missions, and so on.

Even, because knight novels always encounter dragons and get a lot of benefits by stepping on dragons, those protagonists are also known as Long Aotian, and a series of routine novels have been born.

For solo adventurers, encountering these large lizards during the journey is undoubtedly a kind of misfortune.

Silver dragons, golden dragons and other metal dragons are fine, as long as you are not notorious, they will probably just play with you with their own bad taste.

For example, if you meet a silver dragon and a golden dragon, and throw it to a task that seems to be glorious, after you have worked so hard to complete it, you will find that the reward is really only "glory", and the reward is not a single copper coin.

"The dragon of justice gave the task to the small human beings, did they think highly of you, and wanted a reward?"

And if you encounter a bronze dragon or a brass dragon, you'd better pray that you have enough jokes and stories to satisfy the endless curiosity of the bronze dragons, or that you have high enough maze and exploration skills to survive. Of those deadly pranks.

It is bad luck to meet metal dragons, and it is bad luck to encounter red dragons, black dragons, blue dragons and other colored dragons during the journey.

They don't have as many tricks as metal dragons to treat visitors who step into their territory, and they basically do the same old thing-surprise attack.

Valuable captives are treated as slaves and servants, worthless ones are treated as food, and if they are not tasty, they are fed to the monsters under them. Luggage is regarded as trophies, and treasures are collectibles, so nothing is wasted.

And Hakas, as a black dragon who has grown up for more than two hundred years, is also the lord of this swamp area.

When those lizardmen slaves reported to themselves that a newcomer had arrived in their territory. Khakass was a little upset when he had already gained the title of Lizardmen Reaper by killing the lizardmen.

Because there are more than a dozen lizardmen tribes under his command, and they all call themselves the king of lizardmen. Although I don't like this name, this new guy is actually called the Lizardman Reaper. Isn't this a public slap in the face?

With so many lizardmen under it, it's not that it has any preference for lizardmen with similar appearance, but because it is in the gray swamp area on the seventy-fifth floor of the abyss.

Lizardmen are already able to communicate.

Originally, I was supposed to go out by myself to let this newcomer see the vigor of the lord, but it was raining so much outside, and I really didn't want to go out... Well, it's definitely not that Mr. Hakas was worried about capsized in the gutter, so he took the The lizardman tried the opponent's level.

So, it sent its own subordinates to lure that guy to come to the door, and then used the best trick of the most intelligent dragon clan, the black dragon clan, to ambush. Come clean up each other.

Not to mention, those stupid lizardmen did a good job this time. Not only did they test out that the other party was a swordsman, but also a pure swordsman who had just entered the sanctuary. Even if they confronted Hakas head-on, the chances of winning were great, but The cautious lizardman king still chose the black dragon's traditional ambush tactics.

"The noble black dragon is different from other stupid dragons. We use our brains and can easily win. Why should we fight head-on?"

Obviously this is prejudice, color dragons like to ambush. Flying red dragons are masters of aerial combat and surprise attacks, their sudden descents from the clouds strike without warning, giving even the superpowers headaches.

If it is a desert, the blue dragon hides in the hot sand. The desperate situation of thunderstorm, violent sand, and storm suddenly rising from the feet will make even the most cautious fighters panic for a moment, but the high-speed blue dragon will never miss the opportunity.

And the black dragon, which is originally a swamp creature, is not only good at field sneak attacks, but also extremely good at swamp raids.

It lies in ambush under the swamp, and the black dragon's racial talent allows it to breathe underwater like a fish. On the contrary, the stench of the swamp concealed the black dragon's rotten flesh-like body odor, and the black dragon's talent of corrupting water and controlling mud further perfected the black dragon's disguise.

"Oh, our black dragon clan is the real king of the swamp. When that guy comes, let the lizardmen attack first, and when he attracts attention, I will suddenly rush out and get to know him with a breath of dragon breath. Directly use fossils as mud to swamp the dry land and drag him into the water."

Cunning and cautious, the ancestral fighting skills have been passed down from generation to generation. The dragons combined with magic and martial arts are more like wild beasts. The fighting skills instilled in their blood make them natural hunters. They are more suitable for hunting alone in the wild battlefield. The dragon has actually cut off its sharpest minions, and its combat effectiveness has dropped sharply.

At this time, lying in ambush under the water, Hakas tried hard to recall the deliciousness of the last human meat feast. Thinking of the small fresh human meat that was about to be eaten, Hakas's saliva dripped out. The last time he met a human was twenty years ago. Years ago or fifty years ago.

"It's near, it's near."

The footsteps turned into vibrations. Even under water, his degenerated pupils could not see the creatures on the water clearly, but his sensitive hearing locked on his target like a radar.

"……Stopped?"

About to enter the ambush circle, just twenty meters above Khakas's head, the human stopped suddenly.

No, not only stopped, he seemed to sit down, and seemed to say something to the cat on his shoulder.

The black dragon Hakas floated up a little bit, spending a lot of magic power to increase hearing, and finally, he heard clearly...

"Shh~ Look, what did I find? There is a single black dragon here. It is a cautious creature. Let's go around from behind..."

While turning pale with shock, Hakas also knew that he had been exposed. He suddenly exerted force from the water, trying to turn an ambush into a strong attack, but halfway through the charge, his neck just popped out of the water, but he found that he could no longer move. .

"ice?"

Ice condensed on the surface of the swamp, and the swamp mixed with silt turned into ice and frozen soil. The ice was unexpectedly solid, and Hakas rushed out of the faucet, his body was frozen under the water, and the entire swamp turned into frozen soil.

Khakas who was caught in it was not a white dragon who could command ice and snow, he was bound so tightly that he couldn't move at all.

"...Black dragons contain many vitamins and high calories, one can provide us with calories for a year..."

Hakas didn't give up, and blew towards him with a poisonous dragon's breath. The green mist dispersed, and when Khakass thought he had escaped victoriously, the voice continued.

"...Hey, I got it. It struggled so badly! Yah, it has bad breath!"

The poisonous fog had dissipated, but the blond man walked slowly, unharmed, with a malicious smile on his lips, explaining as he spoke. But when he got closer, Hakas, who was struggling repeatedly, was still unable to move, and became even more desperate.

The man looked at his neck like a ghost, waving a giant ice fork with his left hand, and a giant ice knife with his right hand, and compared it across the black dragon's neck.

"Remove the head and eat it! Crunchy, chicken flavor."

"You are the only one who tastes like chicken, your whole family tastes like chicken!"

The humiliation of being compared to a chicken made Khakass burst into anger, but what he saw in front of him was an ice fork the height of a person was inserted head-on. This was the last thing the dragon Hakas knew before he lost consciousness, and at the end, he was still lamenting in his heart.

"Father, Hakas is really a disgrace to the dragon clan, and he is about to be eaten by humans."

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Twenty minutes later, in Hakas's warm and comfortable dragon's lair, countless lizardmen were busy making fire and cooking, and among them, a tall and thin elf man with dark skin was particularly eye-catching.

He was busy by the fire. Bake the boots and wet clothes for the new owner. The clothes are okay, but the boots that have been stuffy for a few days in the wet and rainy day are like smells. The enslaved dragons have the urge to smash their heads to death.

But he dare not...

"Boom!"

Just took two steps. The black-skinned man just fell down on the ground. It wasn't a malicious show of cuteness or something. The cuteness of an old man would only make people sick. It's just that Khakass can no longer grasp the balance. After all, it is the part of the balance. Grilling on the grill.

After waiting for a long time, watching the dragon tail dripping with oil was finally cooked, my saliva flowed out.

"By the way, Roland..."

Suddenly, Heloise, who was looking at the dragon kebab, made a sound.

"I know what it means to eat without talking, and to sleep without talking. I ordered this myself. If you want to eat, you can cut it yourself."

I pointed to the knife and fork over there, and then the human-shaped black dragon with ears pricked up to eavesdrop suddenly ran out of the door and got caught in the rain. There were two flat falls along the way, but he was bound by the contract to escape, and I also Don't bother with him.

"No, I'm not interested in dragon meat...Forget it."

"Half the time to talk, it's not boring."

I complained, took the dragon skewers handed over by the lizardman, and took a bite... Sour, smelly, and astringent exploded in my mouth. At that moment, I remembered the toilet that had been cleaned for ten years... and then spit it all out up!

"vomit!"

After a while, I just finished vomiting, but Heloise started to explain leisurely.

"The black dragon has a poisonous breath, which is more poisonous than the wyvern. It is also a swamp scavenger. I believe that if you have not forgotten your biology, you will know that such a thing cannot be eaten at all."

The lizardmen around were already kneeling down in fright, and I took another look at the shiny dragon skewers, which was a pity.

I'm not afraid of poison, dragon poison is nothing to me, but the long-awaited delicacy smells like excrement, which is really disappointing.

"It's such a pity? It's really rare for you, do you want to eat dragon meat so much?"

"I think, when I was in Sulfur Mountain City, I saw the black dragons and red dragons flying in the sky, and I wanted to taste it. Such a large piece of meat must be delicious. But when I got a flesh body, it was not good. I reached out to Xiaohong's disciples and grandchildren."

Heloise wiped away her sweat silently. It seems that the residents of the Underground Dragon City really escaped a catastrophe.

"Actually, dragon meat is edible. It's common sense not to eat poisonous monsters casually, but not all dragons are poisonous. You just need to avoid green dragons and black dragons."

"Is there a record?"

"Well, there will always be weirdos among mages. There was once a mage named Bain who wrote a book "Compilation of Dragon Meat Feasts of Common Dragon Species". He also invited guests to a whole dragon feast."

"Oh, there is actually a senior, can you introduce me?"

"No, hundreds of years ago, he was beaten to death by dragons."

"What a pity, a generation of great men..."

"His recipe is preserved. I have read it. The most delicious meat is red dragon meat. It contains various fire elements. After a little baking, it can be naturally cooked from the inside to the outside. It is coated with fat and served with The red wine is extremely delicious. And the red dragon that has been trained for a long time is more chewy than other dragon meat."

Hearing that the group of red dragons in the sky in my memory was replaced by a group of flying fat meat unconsciously, my saliva dripped out.

"Anyway, Xiaohong will come, or else, can you borrow some..."

The red face turned into a giant flying meat in my mind suddenly felt that the taste seemed too strong, I shook my head and sighed.

"She will invite me to eat fists, unfortunately, there are no other red dragons here..."

"Actually, black dragons are also edible. Although it is a bit troublesome to handle, there are methods in the dragon meat feast. It can be made into bacon, air-dried and fermented. Smelly meat, smells stinky, tastes delicious."

"Boom!"

I was thinking about it, but suddenly there was a noise at the door. The black dragon looked at us stupidly, then let out a scream, and ran out again.

"I'm not bacon! Help, mom, there are dragon eaters!" (To be continued.)