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The Princess locked up in the Evil Dragon's home is just like a yacht owned by a tycoon – it's not so much about whether it's used, but that you can't be without one. Ideally, it comes with a few bounty quests; the higher the level, the better. If there's a dragon-slaying quest, even better – that's the kind of prestige we're talking about. If you don't have a Princess in your lair cursing you to hell every day, you'd be too embarrassed to even say hello to other Evil Dragons. What, the King sent Adventurers to gang up on me? Hahaha, I, the grand Level 80 Black Dragon Lord, a world-class BOSS, how could I possibly care about a bunch of Adventurers. What! The Adventurers have already reached outside the dungeon? All of them are maxed-out big shots, and there are two heroes leading the charge! And the leader is a Dragon Slaying Swordsman! I'm done for, now what to do… Heroes and villains, black dragons and mortals, the formidable BOSS of the game world and the insignificant streamer of reality. This is a story about a Black Dragon BOSS player.

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Chapter 386 Borelius of the Frozen Flame _3

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Hmph, overcoming ice with fire, huh? It seems you foolish mortals are not entirely useless, but I am Borelius—the Borelius of 'Frozen Flame'!

Suddenly, Borelius raised his head, and a cutting chill formed a layer of white vapor on the surface of his body, a summons of his power to condense frost.

Ancient Frost Breath—Eternal Freeze!

However, before he could launch his attack,

The next second, a dark shadow suddenly descended from the sky.

Thunder Breath!

Boom, -1973!

The crimson Dragon Thunder landed solidly on Borelius's back, interrupting his breath and causing enormous damage.

What! Borelius was taken aback, not just by the surprise attack but more by the power the aggressor used—Ancient Dragon Thunder! It was a force he had once controlled, but had long since forgotten. Now it reappeared, and to Borelius's surprise, he became the target.

"Who is it!"

A roar of fury emerged.

"It's me!"