The Evil Dragon and the Princess

At this moment, in the game.

Mo Fei had finished cleaning up the battlefield and was flying back toward his own lair.

The livestream chat was exploding with comments.

[Holy shit, Dragon Bro. You took down an entire guild by yourself. How is that even fair?]

[That was insanely badass. Over three hundred people just got wiped out. Dragon's Sorrow is going to be utterly humiliated.]

[A bunch of mere adventurers dared to cause trouble for Dragon Bro? They deserved to die.]

[Dragon Bro, when are you doing a Dragon Calamity special? Get a monster siege going.]

[Yeah, yeah, monster siege! What kind of skill is killing adventurers out in the wilderness? If you've got the guts, attack a human capital. Dragon Bro, if you dare launch a monster siege, I'll send you rockets.]

Mo Fei was speechless as he watched the comments.

A monster siege? Heh...

Although Mo Fei got deeply immersed when playing games, he still knew his limits. As a Disaster Tier boss, wiping out human villages and strongholds would be easy enough, and he had some confidence in attacking human castles. But against a human city with formidable defenses and a large number of heroes stationed within, going there would be nothing but suicide.

Unless Neltharion personally led the Black Dragon Legion in launching a Dragon Calamity. Then he could tag along and earn some plot points.

Still, thoughts were thoughts. He couldn't show weakness on the surface.

Murphys, the Black Dragon Lord, said, "Pitiful mortals, your malice astonishes me. You show no sympathy even for your own kind. But perhaps that is for the best. It is time those arrogant humans received a lesson. Perhaps one day, I truly shall destroy their cities, annihilate their kingdoms, and make mankind remember the days when they were ruled by death and fear."

His words drew several excited emote-filled comments, but perhaps because Mo Fei had made too many empty promises like this before, most viewers remained skeptical.

[Can you actually do it? Don't just talk big.]

[Exactly. You said you were going to do a monster siege last month, but I never saw you leave your nest.]

[Dragon Bro, not to be rude, but you don't dare attack Lordaeron or touch Stormwind City. At least trade a few blows with Torrent City or Gilneas. If not, you can always attack Alterac, right? Stop running your mouth. Get your act together.]

Seeing the chat gradually turn sour, Mo Fei decisively ignored it.

Damn it, these viewers were impossible to please. Talking big was one thing, but they really wanted to trick him into launching a monster siege? This Black Dragon boss account was how he made his living. He couldn't afford to act recklessly.

If he died in a story campaign, there would be no way to revive.

Forget it. Out of sight, out of mind.

He shut off the chat function and flew straight back to his dragon lair. The moment he landed, the young dragons left behind to guard the place immediately flew out to greet him.

Dark Dragonkin guards stood in two rows at the entrance to the lair. These elite monsters were his core assets. He normally couldn't bear to bring them out for field battles. Still, just looking at the formation, they appeared truly imposing.

Mo Fei passed through the Dragonfire Corridor, through the Obsidian Palace, through the Dragon Egg Incubation Hall, and headed straight into the deepest part of the Dark Dragon Nest—the Dragonrest Cavern.

It was a massive black cave formed from volcanic rock, with countless black stalactites hanging from its ceiling.

This was the final boss room, and also where the Black Dragon Murphys liked to stay most of the time.

After lying down in the cavern, Mo Fei first took stock of today's gains. More than three hundred players had dropped over four hundred pieces of equipment. After all, not every player had the money to buy buffs at the Temple of the Goddess of Luck. It was perfectly normal to randomly drop one or two pieces of gear upon death. However, players taking part in such life-or-death events generally would not wear their best equipment. Sure enough, more than half of the four hundred-plus items were green gear, with even some plain white items mixed in.

These adventurers clearly hadn't taken this seriously enough. They deserved to be wiped out.

He had picked up fewer than a hundred blue items, while there were only a dozen or so purple items.

Murphys couldn't be bothered to inspect them one by one. He directly chose to have everything below blue quality reclaimed by the system.

[System Notification: Reclaimed 439 pieces of equipment. Obtained 17,985 loot points. You may convert them into dropped items or exchange them for credits.]

Loot points were the common currency among bosses. Whenever a boss was defeated by adventurers, it would drop a certain amount of equipment and items, all generated from loot points. If a boss did not have sufficient loot points, the system would randomly deduct the boss's attributes, experience, skills, or even some body part as adventurer loot.

Therefore, any boss entering an instance had to carry enough loot points. Otherwise, they couldn't even afford to die.

For example, Murphys knew an unlucky, impoverished Red Dragon. It had been taken down by players too many times and had exhausted all its loot points. The equipment it dropped afterward was generated from parts of its own body: Dragonfang Blade, Dragonwing Cloak, Dragonscale Armor, Dragon Eye Emblem...

Every time an item dropped, it lost the corresponding body part. By the end, the poor thing was a complete mess—missing teeth, short on scales, and blind in one eye. It looked neither like a dragon nor a ghost, enough to scare anyone to death. In the end, it could only delete its account.

Mo Fei had only been taken down twice since becoming a boss. Especially after developing the bomber build, he had basically been in an Invincible harvesting state. He had so many loot points that he could sell them for money.

Among boss players, this stuff could basically be exchanged one-to-one for RMB.

Nearly twenty thousand yuan in one night, plus livestream donations—today's haul had been quite substantial.

Unfortunately, such good fortune couldn't happen every day. Otherwise, he would really be rich.

As for the dozen or so purple items, Mo Fei planned to list them at the auction house. They would probably fetch another ten thousand or so. In Skyworld, bosses could not trade directly with adventurers. Equipment they obtained could either be reclaimed by the system or thrown into the loot pool to be dropped again after players killed them.

But that wasn't enough to stump Mo Fei. A boss's loot pool could be linked to treasure chests inside an instance. Mo Fei simply threw the purple gear into a chest. Normally, the chest could only be opened after defeating the boss, but there were occasional exceptions—for example, when the boss was asleep... combined with Master-level lockpicking.

Every week, a Gnome thief would sneak into the Dark Dragon Nest instance to steal from the chest.

Mo Fei only had to pretend not to notice, move the nearby guarding monsters away, and watch the Gnome thief "steal" the equipment. Just like that, a batch of equipment was easily laundered.

Afterward, they split the money ninety-ten. It was much more profitable than directly reclaiming the gear for loot points.

Once he had finished all that, Mo Fei lay on the cold cavern floor, stretching his limbs and wings as he felt the furious dragonfire inside him gradually calm. After a while, he slowly curled up, immersing himself in the dark, quiet surroundings like a true reptile.

He liked this feeling. This immersive experience often made him feel as if he had truly become a dragon. If only he had a huge pile of gold coins to use as a bed, it would have been perfect.

Unfortunately, the peace did not last long. A woman with a golden exclamation mark above her head crawled out from a small side tunnel. She wore a courtly gown, had a head of brilliant golden hair, and possessed a remarkably beautiful face. A jeweled tiara rested atop her head. One look was enough to tell that she was either noble or wealthy.

She stared at Murphys with a disappointed expression.

"You're still alive?" the woman said.

Mo Fei opened one eye and smiled at her. "Well, look who it is. Isn't this our princess? Why do you seem so unhappy to see an old friend return safely?"

The woman glared at him, and her answer was obvious.

As the instance boss, Mo Fei could see the woman's status panel.

Catherine Trollbane, Princess of the Torrentkeep Kingdom: Level 17, Quest NPC, HP 340, MP 10.

Available Quest 1: The Princess's Evening Dress. (Tailoring profession quest. Requires Expert-level Tailoring.)

Available Quest 2: The Princess's Jeweled Crown. (Jewelcrafting profession quest. Requires Expert-level Jewelcrafting.)

Available Quest 3: The Princess's Luxurious Carriage. (Engineering profession quest. Requires Expert-level Engineering.)

Available Quest 4: Escape the Dark Dragon Nest. (High difficulty. Players are recommended to complete it in a party.)

Available Quest 5: Dragon Slayer. (Epic quest. Requires quest item [Murphys's Head].)