"After the irregular black gold stones were transported, they were roughly processed by the Dragon Vein Warlocks, who used magic to evenly divide the black gold stones into neat pieces.
The neatly divided black gold stones were carried by the tall, muscular goblins to the designated location and stacked. Then the Dragon Vein Warlocks cast spells to connect and harden the stones to maintain the overall stability of the structure.
With the assistance of tens of thousands of muscle monsters and hundreds of Dragon Vein Warlocks, the construction of the dragon castle was taking shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, the Dragon Fort in the design was too grand. Although it seemed to be built very quickly, in fact, the total progress made each day was very little.
According to the design, this is a majestic dragon castle that can accommodate a hundred-meter-long dragon to freely enter and inhabit. Although there is only one floor, the total height of the building reaches an astonishing five hundred meters.
The height of castles built by human nobles is generally forty or fifty meters. If they are noble and have strong financial resources, they can build castles a hundred meters high. If they are any higher, it is rare. This does not mean that it cannot be done—after all, with magic, it is possible. Not to mention a hundred meters, but even ten thousand meters. As long as there is demand, it can be done.
The reason why castles over 100 meters tall are rare is because there is basically no demand for them. Moreover, if a castle is built too high, more effort is required to create a defensive spell matrix.
A castle without a magic matrix and restrictions is not a real castle at all. No matter how poor a nobleman is, he will try his best to install a warning spell matrix in his castle. Some well-established nobles live in castles that have warning spell matrices, defensive spell matrices, attack spell matrices, energy recovery spell matrices, and more. They have armed their castles to the teeth.
Naturally, the new castles built by the territorial nobles in the wasteland do not have so many fancy spell matrices. One with a set of warning effects is considered very good. These nobles only regard the wasteland territory as a place to make money, rather than operating it as their home base.
If it were run as a lair, then the three forces—the Centaurs, the Dark Nest, and the Sieglinde family—would not have been able to capture it so quickly.
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Time flew by.
The Kingdom of Albit is currently fighting on two fronts—one with the Centaurs and the other with the Murflocks. It can be said they are in a terrible state. However, the three parties are now maintaining a relatively restrained situation.
As for why they are being restrained?
Naturally, they are afraid of the legend.
Although the legend from the Kingdom of Albit is nowhere to be seen, neither the Centaurs nor the Fishmen want to push too hard, lest the legend return and kill them as the leading aggressors.
Therefore, the Centaurs and the Fishmen have a tacit understanding. After occupying part of the kingdom's territory, they took the initiative to reduce the intensity of the war. Although the kingdom was angry, they were also relieved. They feared that if the Centaurs and Fishmen started an all-out war, regardless of the odds, the kingdom would be reduced to a mess and suffer heavy losses.
Thus, it is very strange that the three parties seem to have agreed that every three to five days, they would send out small teams of dozens or hundreds of people to test each other, and then each would leave a few corpses behind and retreat in tacit agreement.
Sometimes there are even no casualties. The two teams remain separated by a few hundred meters or more and curse each other for a while. When it is time to eat, they go home to cook.
In the central part of the continent, the Red Wizards of Their Association have fallen into a state of "isolation" since they occupied part of the southern territory of the Ryan Empire. It is difficult for outside spies to infiltrate, and no one has any idea what conspiracies they are up to.
In this regard, the three neighbors of the Red Wizards of Their Association are the most vigilant. The number of spies sent to gather information has increased, but very few spies manage to return.
"Are they conducting some evil sacrifice to communicate with the Abyss? Who knows?"
The leaders of the Dwarf Iron Castle, the Orc Clan, and the Kingdom of Knuckles began to feel restless and couldn't help but worry.
They deliberately wanted to enter the area to explore the secrets but feared it was a trap. Once they entered the territory of the Red Wizards, they risked being caught in one fell swoop.
Amidst this worry, time passed, and more than a year flew by.
During this period, the mainland was generally stable, and nothing major happened.
To the south of the continent, in the dark forest...
In a remote corner of Dragon Nest in the mountain stream, a towering and solemn Castle Black stood, backed by a majestic mountain thousands of feet tall, overlooking the surrounding land and mountains.
The height of this building reached 500 meters, and the main structure alone covered an area of more than 20 square kilometers. If the dragon pond, square, dragon nest guard residence, and other scattered buildings were included, the total area of Dragon Castle covered more than fifty square kilometers. It was successfully completed on this day!
This exaggerated amount of work was comparable to building an entire town from scratch, and it took just over a year to complete.
Of course, if it was just a simple building construction, it would not have taken over a year. The reason it took so long was because of the construction of the spell matrix. It was impossible to cover such a large area with a spell matrix due to the high cost, so the matrix was only engraved on the walls of Dragon Castle for now. But this was still an enormous amount of work. The Dragon Vein Warlocks had to deplete their magic power hundreds of times before the work was complete.
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I awoke from my deep sleep and looked at my Dragon Fort, satisfaction gleaming in my eyes.
Great.
Excellent!
"Master, please give the dragon castle a name," Skye said, seeing the undisguised satisfaction in my huge dragon eyes. He let out a sigh of relief, a smile crossing his face as he asked respectfully.
It was noon, the sun high in the sky. Under the scorching rays, the surface of the dark dragon castle shimmered with a faint golden hue, exuding dignity in its majesty.
"This castle will be called Castle Black from now on."
A giant black dragon, more than thirty-four meters in length with exaggerated muscles, stood atop the Dragon Fort. I opened my enormous, abyss-like mouth, and the sound that came out was like rolling thunder, spreading across the countryside.
On the broad square of Castle Black, monsters from the Black Blood Clan, the Green Forest Clan, the Bone Crusher Clan, the Evil Tooth Clan, the Green Skin Clan, the Rose Clan, the Wild Clan, the Siglinde Family, the Dragonborn Maids, the Griffins, the White Cranes, and other creatures lowered their heads one after another, offering their humble loyalty to the Black Dragon King—to me.
At that moment, those creatures who gazed upon my majestic figure felt their own insignificance and humility.
"Is this the Black Dragon King?" Wilson knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold, hard black gold stone ground, the terrifying image of the black dragon engraved in his mind.
The dark and domineering giant shadow was deeply imprinted in Wilson's thoughts.
After Castle Black was successfully built, I moved in on the same day.
The treasures and other objects in the cave on the mountain wall were packed away by the dragonborn maids and re-decorated within Castle Black.
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Although Castle Black was complete, its expansion continued at Wilson's persuasion.
His exact words were:
"The Black Dragon King lives in Castle Black, but as his dependents, you are living outside in simple wooden houses and stone dwellings. Looking at it from afar, what kind of image does that project? Aren't you damaging the image of our Lord, the Black Dragon King?"
"What is an image?" Wilson sighed, pointing to the towering Black Gold Dragon Castle in the distance, and then to the surrounding wooden and stone houses.
"Doesn't this damage the image of the Black Dragon King? What kind of identity is that? With such a noble and great identity, how can such desolate buildings exist at the foot of the place where our Lord resides? And you, wearing tattered animal skins—if someone saw that, wouldn't it seem like our Lord had no image at all? If someone comes in, wouldn't that creature think less of the Lord?"
As the general manager of the territory, Skye wanted to refute this logic, thinking it was the most efficient way. But after deep consideration, he realized that Wilson made sense.
As dependents of the master, we should pay attention to appearances. Especially when even the master is starting to care about the outside world.
"Alright, then I'll do as you say." After careful thought, Skye finally made the decision under Wilson's persuasion.
Thus, the construction plan for Monster City was put on the agenda.
It is worth mentioning that more than a year ago, Skye canceled the previous eugenics and nurturing plan and transformed it into a multi-child strategy.
Two reasons:
"One reason is because of the invasion war—30,000 Dragon Nest troops were left under the Dark Queen's care, and 10,000 were left with the Siglinde family. With these 40,000 Big Eaters gone, the pressure on the Mountain Stream Dragon Nest was greatly reduced. Most of the war participants are elite monster warriors, so they naturally eat more.
Another reason is that the construction of Castle Black requires a large amount of manpower, in addition to the large amount of manpower required for breeding, planting, hunting, etc.
Therefore, under the plan to have more children, the current population of Dragon Nest has reached 150,000. If one counts the 30,000 given to Lyanna and the 10,000 raised by the Siglinde family, the total monster population reaches an exaggerated 190,000. And they are not just numbers like humans or merfolk; each one of them has at least some quality.
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Castle Black.
Dragon Pond is as wide as a lake.
The water vapor is thick, and a blue waterfall pours down from the high mountains.
Under a giant black dragon, a large number of enchanting figures loomed.
In mid-air, the harpies flapped their wide, black-feathered, dragon-scale wings behind them and used their eagle claws, which were as hard as metal, to 'peck' at the thick black scales with golden lines and spikes of the black dragon.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the wonderful sensation of tingling all over my body.
After an hour, I slowly opened my dragon eyes and looked at the steamy dragon pond and the naked dragon-born maids, dripping with fragrance.
Facing my terrifying dragon body, these dragon-born maids, who are not weak in strength, need to use most or even all of their strength every time they 'massage.' This takes an hour to complete.
Tired?
I'm afraid that for them, this is much more tiring than a fierce battle.
But even so, these dragon-born maids are still willing and eager.
Being close to their master, the power of the dragon veins in their bodies becomes purer and more powerful under the same kind of radiation.
The longer they linger, the better the results will be.
Therefore, every time there is an opportunity for this kind of 'massage' service, a large number of dragon-born maids will compete for it.
Seven or eight years ago, the number of dragon-born maids was still small, and the number of dragon-born maids of all races together was only a little over a hundred.
But so many years have passed. During this period, the Siglinde family has paid tribute to some high-quality and even top-quality slaves every year. Some of them are even from noble houses, so it was clear the Siglindes sent the very best they had. In addition, a tribe of harpies in the Dark Forest took the initiative to seek refuge in the Dragon's Nest, and the Wolf Adventure Group brought some 'specialties' back from other places.
Nowadays, the number of dragon-born maids in Dragon Lair exceeds five hundred. The number of dragon-born male servants exceeds a thousand.
The former is responsible for my personal care, and the latter is responsible for tasks like heavy labor, food, guarding, and other duties in the dragon's nest.
Among the five hundred dragon-born maids, more than three hundred are human. After all, the human base is large, and beautiful women are easier to find and catch.
Among the remaining two hundred dragon-born maids, there are more than thirty Aegean maids, including over ten Fox girls, more than ten Wolf girls, and a rare Moshao clam girl.
Needless to say, the Fox Tribe and the Wolf Tribe look like humans, with fox tails and wolf tails behind their buttocks. The Wolf Tribe members have more animal-like features, such as soft wolf pads on their hands and feet. When exerting force, sharp claws can pop out. The Fox Tribe members are more charming in appearance—a true vixen—while the Wolf Tribe members are heroic, fierce, and have a unique charm.
And what about the Moshao clams? The Moshao clams are different from the Fox people, the Wolf Tribe, and werewolves. The Moshao clams are the water tribe among the Aegean, and they are also rare natural spellcasters. They are skilled in water spells and illusions. Unmarried Moshao clams carry a pair of huge clam shell 'wings' on their backs. After losing their virginity, the clam shells fall off, forming a treasure for cultivation.
I slowly lowered my head and looked at the three-colored clam shells floating on the water in front of me. Within the huge clam shells, a beauty in colorful clothes was barely visible, and the surrounding water slowly formed water ropes, twisting and turning freely.
"Master."
The beauty in colorful clothes noticed my gaze and hurriedly stopped her spell practice, kneeling down in the three-colored clam shell, trembling.
"There's no need to be so frightened. Just keep practicing," I said calmly.
This beauty in colorful clothes, from the Moshao tribe, is named Rouyu. This name is rare and special on the Tal plane. However, in her hometown on the Aegean plane, where the Moshao tribe comes from the Eastern Continent, such names are very common.
Rouyu nodded timidly and continued to practice the spell, but during this time, she would always carefully observe my expression. If something seemed wrong, she would stop immediately.
I didn't care about her little actions.
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