Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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"What else could it be? The Black Emperor forbids us from communicating with each other. Even dragons in the same region find it difficult to communicate, let alone dragons on two different continents," Freya said irritably.

The dragons generally refer to Eurasia and Africa as the "Old World," the place where they were born, and North and South America as the "New World," meaning the place they discovered.

Wang Anzhi searched his memory and found that the dragon race only began to appear in North and South America during the era when the White Emperor and the Black Emperor jointly ruled the world.

At that time, the Black Emperor's throne was at the top of the roof of the world, while the White Emperor lived in Changbai Mountain in the northeast.

The two emperors jointly divided the world's order. Upon discovering the New World, they decided to relocate a portion of the dragon race to the "New World" to survive and compete for land under the sun.

Of course, there were no Native Americans in the "New World," nor were there any massacres or similar cover-ups.

Recalling these things, Wang Anzhi asked again, "Does the Black Emperor forbid you from moving around? Does this include you four monarchs?"

Freya nodded irritably, drew a map in the air, and pointed to a corner of the map located in the northwest of the "Old World," saying:

"The Black Emperor allows the four monarchs to operate only within Europe."

Looking at this comparison, Wang Anzhi couldn't help but grit his teeth. This was even more ruthless than Zhu Yuanzhang's household registration system. Zhu Yuanzhang only prohibited ordinary people from moving around, but Zhu Yuanzhang didn't even allow "royal relatives" to do so.

It seems that Old Ni's skills are indeed superior to Old Zhu's.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang did not anticipate the emergence of a million bandits, and Ni Zixia was naturally unable to stop the four monarchs from secretly running away.

Even in a remote place on the other side of the "Old World," Wang Anzhi had already seen two Dragon Kings leave the circle that the old nun had drawn for them.

He and the White Emperor Yggdrasil lived in the small cage of the World Tree, while in fact all the dragons lived in the cages assigned to them by the Black Emperor Nidhogg.

Even the four monarchs were the same, except their prisons were larger and called "Europa".

Thinking about it this way, Wang Anzhi's hatred for Nidhogg lessened, while his feelings of "he can be replaced" and "a true man should be like this" became stronger.

Then I realized that it wasn't just Loki, whose name alone suggests cunning and treacherous nature, who could end up in the White Emperor's prison at the World Tree; that made sense.

Next, even the seemingly innocent Freya was able to freely enter and leave the "World Tree's" prison.

Wang Anzhi had reason to suspect that Lao Ni's "household registration system" was also on the verge of collapse, just like Lao Zhu's. However, Lao Zhu probably wouldn't see this before he died, while Lao Ni did.

That's all.

This is truly the end of a dynasty, with many officials in power, a scene of decline and decay!

Thinking about all this, a question suddenly arose in Wang Anzhi's mind. He looked at Freya and asked:

"If the Black Emperor doesn't even allow you four monarchs to roam freely, then how is he supposed to manage the dragons all over the world?"

Wang Anzhi thought that surely it wouldn't be like Ying Zheng reviewing sixty kilograms of bamboo slips a day, or like Lao Zhu working overtime until ten o'clock every night!

"Management?" Freya looked somewhat bewildered, as if she didn't understand what Wang Anzhi was talking about.

Wang Anzhi thought for a moment and then said, "It's like asking who the leaders of each region are?"

Freya suddenly realized what was going on and casually said, "The Black Emperor did not instruct a leader to allow the local dragons to fight over the position of reporting to him."

That location is called…

Freya thought for a moment before recalling, "It's called the Supreme God."

Another map appeared before her, and Freya pointed casually, "The main god of this place is called Brahma, the main god of that place is called Marduk, that place is Ra, and that place is Quetzalcoatl..."

Freya went on and on, listing dozens of names of "chief gods" from later mythologies.

Wang Anzhi knew that these were probably the next generation of dragons, and Miss Jormungandr could only be confident of dominating this field.

As she spoke, Freya pointed to three places and said, "These three places are a little different from the other places."

Wang Anzhi looked at the three places the girl was pointing to: Europe, East Asia, and the subcontinent in later times.

Freya pointed to the location in Europe and said, "This is where the four monarchs reside. Although Norton is closest to the Black Emperor Nidhogg, each of the four monarchs has the right to advise the Black Emperor."

Wang Anzhi nodded, and Freya pointed to the location in East Asia and said, "This is the Elders' Council's private territory."

She glanced at Wang Anzhi, and seeing that he showed no change in expression, she continued:

"Since the High Priest's rebellion, the Elder Council has lost its authority and can no longer be called the First Generation, but they also cannot be equated with the Second Generation. Therefore, the Black Emperor chose to let them live here."

Wang Anzhi nodded slightly, understanding Freya's meaning. Each elder was basically at the level of the "strongest next-generation species," capable of competing with Miss Jormungandr for this title.

Freya then pointed to the subcontinent and said, "This place is also very strange. Brother Odin and Brother Fenrir were both ordered by the Emperor to rule this place."

She shook her head and recalled:

“There, I remember their names were Indra and Shiva.”

Wang Anzhi's gaze sharpened, as if he had discovered something, but upon closer reflection, it seemed as if he hadn't discovered anything at all.

So he could only join Freya in mocking:

"There must be so many rulers here!"

The girl nodded vigorously, then pointed to the north and south respectively and said:

"I dare not go north now, as the Black Emperor is watching. How about we travel all the way back to Vanaheim from the south by sea?"

Wang Anzhi readily agreed and nodded.

"of course."

Chapter 98 Jormungandr's Invitation

Traveling south from the Sea of ​​Japan in Northeast Asia, passing through the Strait of Malacca, crossing the Indian Ocean, and via the Red Sea to the future location of the Suez Canal, one arrives at the Mediterranean Sea.

Of course, the Suez Canal is not yet completed and is still land-based.

Wang Anzhi relied almost entirely on Freya's abilities throughout his journey. She was the Queen of the Ocean and Water at her peak, possessing a perfect mythical form.

Even with Wang Anzhi in tow, the journey from one end of World Island to the other took less than three hours, which was extremely fast.

Freya pointed north, looking somewhat excited, "That's Europe, my hometown."

Clearly, even this seemingly mischievous girl couldn't help but feel happy when she saw her hometown.

As she spoke, Freya turned to look at Wang Anzhi, but couldn't help but pout her lips in a little anger.

It turns out that, standing here and looking north, what you see is not the palace of Vanaheim, but a towering giant tower.

The tower is golden in color and pierces straight into the sky. Even across the Mediterranean Sea, its magnificence and towering presence can still be seen.

In contrast, the continent of Europe, located below it, looks like a mound of earth at the feet of a god, appearing extremely insignificant.

"What is that?" Like everyone else, the first thing Wang Anzhi saw was that towering tower. The moment he looked at the tower, even the world avenue that he had seen not long ago, which was 400 meters wide and 10,000 kilometers long, seemed to pale in comparison.

The only thing that can compare to it is the height of the World Tree itself.

He was more impressed by the height than the length.

"As you can see, it's a towering tower, the place Jormungandr used to show off to us." Freya didn't seem very happy, and her voice sounded weak.

Of course, she originally wanted to take her lover to see her palace and share what she had to offer, including her throne.

But I never expected to see this towering pagoda so soon.

Compared to this, even the palace she cherished so much seemed rather insignificant.

Wang Anzhi looked at the girl in front of him and tentatively asked, "Jormungandr?"

He appeared as clueless and ignorant as he did.

"She is the twin queen of the throne of earth and mountains. Relying on her unique advantage in the material world, she built this tower to mock us." Freya looked indignant.

However, Wang Anzhi noticed the envy in her eyes and felt that the girl in front of him still thought Jormungandr had more than her, so she seemed somewhat resentful.

However, considering that this was the place where Jormungandr lived, even Wang Anzhi couldn't connect the tower in front of him, which looked like a golden sculpture, with the seemingly stingy junior sister from later generations.

Although he wanted to meet the junior sister of this era, after thinking about it, he ultimately gave up the idea.

He reassured Freya, "Let's go! Didn't you say you were going to take me to your palace?"

"Of course." As soon as she finished speaking, Freya perked up again. After all, the tower in front of her was right in front of her, and she had been envious of it for thousands of years in her own palace.

Before leaving, Wang Anzhi noticed the pyramids built along the waves on the coast, which reminded him of the so-called "dark monarchs" of later generations.

Did he suddenly become thoughtful?

These dark monarchs could not possibly be beings of the Dragon King level, so their identities are self-evident: they could only be the so-called "chief gods" who were dispatched to various places during the time of the Black Emperor Nidhogg.

It's just unknown which of them have survived to this day, and which have gained a significant advantage.

Judging from Miss Jormungandr's performance, the Dragon King who did not devour his twins is indeed stronger than the next generation, but the difference is limited; the gap is noticeable, but not drastic.

After a long period of slumber, the many Dragon Kings may not be able to suppress these "main gods" who had already formed a complete system during the Black Emperor's era.

Thinking that all of this was formed under the control of the Black Emperor Nidhogg, Wang Anzhi couldn't help but feel emotional.

I originally thought that the Black King was at least a supreme emperor of a unified feudal autocracy, but it turned out to be a situation where governors in various regions were restless after the collapse of Rome.

Based on this alone, all that's left is the death of the Black Emperor, followed by the independence of various "governors," who then wage war against each other, ultimately ushering in a so-called "Dark Ages" belonging to the dragon race.

It's no wonder that even though the dragon race, which still held a significant advantage over humans, was greatly weakened by the death of the Black King, it has become so weak that only a few "big cats and little cats" and a handful of dark monarchs remain.

Indeed, who would willingly remain in the shadows if they could control the world openly?

Especially for a proud and violent race like the dragons.

While thinking this, Freya had already grabbed Wang Anzhi's hand and was happily heading north back.

The Mediterranean Sea truly lives up to its name as a "bathtub." It is said that humans could cross the Mediterranean with just a bathtub, and this was even more true for dragons, not to mention the king of the ocean and water who specifically rules over this region.

However, every journey is subject to unexpected events, without exception.

This time too.

The calm and peaceful journey from the Eastern Continent to the Western Continent was simply a matter of good luck.

Now, that's the end of my luck.

Just as Wang Anzhi and Freya were walking along the ocean current, pointing to the sky and talking about everything, and had only covered less than half the distance, a burly man with a bare upper body blocked their way.

He greeted them.

A greeting is a huge rock.

The burly man looked at them, "Freya, and this one..."

He looked at Wang Anzhi, unsure of how to address him.

“Mimir,” Wang Anzhi said, a sense of familiarity in his gaze as he looked at the burly man, yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.