Part-time BOSS

"Here we are, my second uncle's old house. I often came here to play when I was a child. Now that my second uncle and the others have moved to the city, this house is free and can be used as a temporary base for us."

Murphy looked at the environment and nodded with satisfaction. The house was a little dilapidated, but it was remote and safe enough.

The black shadow took out his gaming helmet from the trunk, and the two entered the house. The house was very dilapidated, with no decent furniture, only a rusty wire bed, a recliner, and a few plastic stools. , all covered with dust.

There was also a wardrobe with the door open and filled with old bedding and clothes.

Murphy didn't care, it was just for one day, as long as it could protect him from the wind and rain.

"Bring all the food and water and move them in. We will start the game in a while and follow the plan I arranged before. If you want to go to the toilet, go to the toilet quickly. After the game starts, there won't be so much free time. .

"Got it!" the black shadow said and went out to move things.

Murphy pulled off an old piece of clothing, wiped the dust off the wire bed, and laid out a mattress. Although he couldn't feel the outside world when he entered the game, if he slept uncomfortable, his body would feel very uncomfortable after waking up. It's uncomfortable, this is what he said after playing the game for a year.

After closing the cabinet door, Morpheus's face appeared in the wardrobe mirror.

The black dragon had a sarcastic look on his face, "So this is your choice, to hide in this remote place and linger? It's really sad, human beings."

"Living on the last breath? Haha, you underestimate me, don't you see? I am playing a big game, a grand plan!"

"I don't see what your plan is. You signed that damn contract. Now you only have one day left. What can you do in one day? You are just a small mortal..."

Murphy smiled: "Well, you are right, I am indeed very small and I can't do much, but don't forget that I still have you - the great 'Black Dragon Lord', 'Ancient Black Dragon' Murphy Lord Si, for a being as great as you, one day is enough time to do a lot of things."

Morpheus was not happy about Murphy's compliment. He narrowed his eyes warily, "What on earth are you going to do?"

"What do I want to do? I want to make you a celebrity in the sky world, make your name known to the whole world, make you a being feared by the world, make you a legendary dragon, a terrifying legend! "

Black Dragon immediately understood what Murphy was thinking, "Only dead people can become legends! So you want to kill me!"

Murphy sneered, "Hahahaha, do you finally understand? Yes, I just want to kill you."

"You can't do this! I am everything to you, if I die you will have nothing!"

"Of course I can do this. I am the master. You are just a phantom, a puppet of nothingness, an electronic ghost. I don't care what you are, but I am going to tell you today that you can live if I let you live. If I want you to die, you must die.

I will control your body, use your power, squeeze out every drop of your value, and then benefit from your death. Every scale and bone of yours will not be wasted. You want to threaten me, right? , you want to control me, right? Now let’s see who kills whom! "

One person and one dragon glared at each other, feeling each other's anger and hatred. Suddenly the black dragon laughed, "Hahahaha, you know, Murphy, you despicable villain, I suddenly started to appreciate you, then Let’s just wait and see who can have the last laugh.”

After saying that, the image of the black dragon disappeared.

Murphy looked at the mirror and felt a little unsure. Does this black dragon have any trump cards?

No, this guy is probably bluffing. Whether in reality or in the game, the opponent can only slightly influence his spirit. As long as he keeps calm, this guy can't do any tricks.

Outside the door, the black shadow put down the mineral water in his hand and looked around the room with some confusion, "Brother Long, who are you talking to?"

Murphy shook his head, "Nothing, I was on the phone just now. If you're ready, let's get started."

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Murphy slowly opened his eyes. He got up from the cold floor and stretched his huge body.

This should be the last time he controls the role of the ancient black dragon, and he can't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.

But okay, instead of letting you become a plaything of capital, let me write the final stroke of your legendary story. The ancient black dragon Morpheus, your name will definitely shock the world.

He thought and walked straight towards the Lord's Hall.

At this moment, a meeting was still being held in the lord's hall to discuss the dragon disaster.

Telhorason (Black Dragon Lord): "If you ask me, let's fight Alterac."

Agli Durem (Black Dragon Lord): "Last year we fought Alterac. There was no oil or water in that poor place. Let's fight Kul Tiras. Kul Tiras is a maritime trading kingdom. Every city has The port cities all have a lot of treasures hoarded, and you can make a fortune as long as you capture one."

Summerfield (Black Dragon Lord): "The navy of Kul Tiras has just been equipped with the latest artillery, which is very powerful and capable of attacking air. Last month, I went to plunder a fleet, and my young dragons were killed. I killed several of them, and I was almost knocked down myself. If I want to fight Kul Tiras, I can, but I won’t go up, so I can support you from the air.”

Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince): "That's because you are too weak."

Summerfield (Black Dragon Lord): "What did you say!"

Sartario (Ancient Black Dragon): "Silence, silence, Nefarian, do you have any constructive suggestions?"

Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince) "We don't have to limit our goals to the human kingdom. The cities of the elven kingdom Quel'Thalas have more wealth, why not..."

Agli Durim (Black Dragon Lord): "I think you are coveting the magic items in the hands of the elves. Hum, those things are of no use to me. Besides, the elves' archery skills are amazing and are not easy to deal with. If If we want to fight Quel'Thalas, I can only serve as backup."

Moentresha (high-ranking black dragon lord): "Why not go to Ironforge? Those dwarves have dug mines for thousands of years. There are countless gold, mithril, thorium, fine gold, and various gemstones. Such a huge wealth. Why don’t we…”

Kutrafist (ancient black dragon): "Don't consider places like Ironforge. The size of our black dragon can't be used in that mountain! If we have to fight, I can only provide support in the air... …”

After a round of discussion, there was no result. The nature of the black dragon is that it wants to pursue benefits and avoid dangers. It does not want to do things that are not beneficial. Even if it is beneficial, it does not want to be the first to take the lead. It is best to hide in the sky and spray. Breathing fire, throwing in a few Draconic spells, watching others working hard below, and then going down to reap the benefits after the battle, that would be the best.

If one or two dragons think so, that's fine, but if all the black dragon lords have the same idea, it will bring about a very embarrassing result.

No matter who proposes to attack which city, there will always be people who are dissatisfied and people who want to paddle.

Sartario listened to the speeches of these 'young' dragons and lamented in his heart. Without Deathwing to take the lead, these cunning people are simply a bunch of rabble. The future of the Black Dragon Legion depends on them... It is not optimistic.

Sartario (Ancient Black Dragon): "How about we go to fight Alterac..."

This time, no one objected. Alterac is a notoriously poor country among the seven human kingdoms, with the smallest population. Apart from animal furs and a small amount of ore, there is probably nothing good to grab.

However, being poor also has its advantages. It is easy to fight. Anyway, since there is no benefit from the dragon disaster, then just kill people and burn down the city to make it fun.

Just then, there was a bang and Morpheus burst in from the door.

He glanced at the black dragon lords present with cold eyes.

Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "Humph, you bunch of useless trash, look at you, scheming for a little profit, fearing death in the face of danger, only thinking about personal gain, and destroying the ancient glory of the Black Dragon Legion. You don’t care about the sacred traditions, and the Black Dragon clan has almost lost face to you. Without Lord Deathwing’s leadership, have you become so degenerate?”