Chapter 1132 - 608: Black-winged Tyrant, Solomon’s Seal Disc

Only, two short black horns poked out from her forehead, lending her an extra touch of eerie allure.

She walked forward with graceful steps to stand before the three little black dragons.

"Children, it’s time for you to leave the nest."

"You are the offspring of me, the Black-winged Tyrant, and descendants of Tobias the Black Dragon."

"You should go and seek the glory that belongs to you."

"Especially you..."

"—Belair."

...

"Before you become ancient dragons, make sure you live well."

"All right, this is not your territory. Time to go!"

After a round of lecturing, the female black dragon known as the Black-winged Tyrant once again shook her body and transformed back into her draconic form, then flew into the castle.

The three little black dragons looked at each other, then spread their wings and left the dark forest.

The projected scene came to an abrupt halt there.

As creatures of chaos and evil, black dragons never had much of a concept of kinship to begin with.

Once the young dragons grew a bit, they would be driven out.

This female dragon taking the trouble to offer them a few words of advice already counted as sentimental and righteous for her kind.

So the three little black dragons left very decisively.

Because their mother had already issued the order to leave; if they stayed any longer, they might well suffer for it.

For a female dragon to bear a title like "Black-winged Tyrant"...

On top of that, there was that vast shadowy forest, and the massive number of followers and towering stone castle.

All of that proved she was a lord dragon presiding over no small power.

Putting this together with what he already knew, there was a good chance she was Xiaoheizi’s mother.

Besides, the nickname Black-winged Tyrant sounded somewhat familiar to Zong Shen.

He put the crystal away and tilted his head, lost in thought.

"Right, Baron Bezos mentioned it before!"

"That black dragon rampaging through the southern regions of the continent recently is precisely the Black-winged Tyrant!"

"It’s said she’s trying to occupy Hanlu Forest in the south of the Empire with her followers and servant army!"

Zong Shen quickly recalled what he knew about the Black-winged Tyrant.

Back then Baron Bezos had gone into great detail, and since Zong the greedy handsome guy had always been interested in such matters, he’d naturally tucked it away in his memory.

"Didn’t expect it to line up like this..."

"I didn’t run into the Black-winged Tyrant herself, but I did catch her son."

Zong Shen sighed inwardly.

After all, they were all active within the Avalon Kingdom’s borders, so this wasn’t exactly an unbelievable coincidence.

Having put away this Memory Crystal, Zong Shen more or less understood Xiaoheizi’s background now.

Still, the item didn’t hold much value for him; it was more of a keepsake for Xiaoheizi.

Strictly speaking though, black dragons weren’t creatures that placed much weight on feelings.

And there was no taboo between parents and offspring among them.

Could this guy be eyeing the Black-winged Tyrant herself?

Zong Shen thought of that possibility, then shook his head and decided he couldn’t be bothered to dig into it.

Whatever a little black dragon was plotting had nothing to do with him.

The Black-winged Tyrant was a full-fledged lord dragon.

Her true-body strength was at least at the ancient dragon level, and might even have stepped into the realm of an extremely ancient dragon.

On top of that, she commanded a followers army vast as the sea and mountains.

The Memory Crystal recorded the scene of Xiaoheizi being expelled from the nest, something that had happened at least several decades ago.

After all these years of growth and expansion, the Black-winged Tyrant’s power was surely far stronger than in the Memory Crystal, otherwise she wouldn’t be launching an attack on Hanlu Forest.

That place lay within the Kingdom’s territory, so this move was nothing less than a declaration of war against Avalon.

Without sufficient power backing her, how would she have the confidence to challenge the Kingdom?

After storing away the crystal, Zong Shen took out the second item from the Small Treasure Chest.

It was a piece of black scale carved with patterns, big enough to cover a face.

It was about twice the size of Xiaoheizi’s own black scales.

On the surface of the scale was carved a soaring black giant dragon.

The scale didn’t reflect light, showing a dim matte luster. Its texture felt dense and heavy, and it weighed solidly in his palm.

[Black-winged Tyrant’s Personal Token (Special)]

[The Black-winged Tyrant’s token, capable of opening the solid rune gate of Black Wing Castle]

[Holding this token can also summon a portion of the followers and servant army of Black Wing Forest]

(Little Black Dragon Belair Tobias Croweidi secretly stole this personal token from the Jackal Wolf Clan Leader before leaving the nest. There are a total of five such tokens, all crafted from the hardest scales on the Black-winged Tyrant’s chest.

Due to the long years that have passed, the rune gate of Black Wing Castle has already had its rune tokens replaced, but in certain situations, this token may still allow someone to "borrow the tiger’s might," and mobilize part of the Black-winged Tyrant’s followers and servant army.)

So Xiaoheizi turned out to be a scheming little dragon.

This was clearly him keeping a back door for himself.

However, once the Black-winged Tyrant learned that a token had gone missing, she would have immediately replaced the rune gate’s opening token, in addition to punishing the Jackal Wolf Clan Leader.

Still, as one of her own dragon scales, the aura and significance imbued within it remained.

To those ordinary follower monsters, this token still held deterrent power; at need, it could absolutely be used to stir up muddy waters.

Whether or not he had a chance to come into contact with the Black-winged Tyrant later, this token possessed a certain hidden value.

If he kept it safe, it might well come in handy someday.

After dealing with the black scale token, Zong Shen immediately took out the third item.

It was a piece of jewelry, a round badge inscribed with a hexagram.

Its shape was simple and ancient, with no scratches or signs of wear at all. It felt icy-cold in his hand, like touching a block of ice that gradually numbed his sense of touch.

Its overall size was about that of a large apple.