Black Dragon Code

Only then did Caesar breathe a sigh of relief.

He knew very well that it was not wise to kill the real dragon Nossa Sylvia Lambolafa. The other party was not Angra, not a young dragon who had just grown up and stayed in the Underdark region and no one cared about it, but It is a real dragon that has lived in Elradia for more than four hundred years.

God knows if this guy will have any friends and relatives, kill her and ignore the rules, and Caesar may suffer more fierce and powerful revenge in the future.

If emotional factors can be put aside, the best solution that the black dragon should choose is to control it.

But Caesar couldn't do it.

He is not Roy, and he does not have the means to forcefully control creatures like Roy (he is still thinking about it until now, and has not figured out what Roy's method is).

The old green dragon's magical attainments were beyond his imagination. It was beyond Caesar's reach. He was stronger than him. If he hadn't suffered from the dust-free land, under normal circumstances, Caesar would not have the ability to do so. Suppress such an old true dragon.

surrender? Just surrender?

Caesar didn't believe it.

How could an old real dragon and the ambitious Lord of Green City willingly obey him, patted his tail, but was forced by the situation where his claws were pinched around his neck, if the poisonous mother was really relieved Come on, I'm afraid it will be another scene.

Leaving her behind will cause endless troubles.

Once the green dragon turns against him and Caesar shows all his cards, Sylvia's revenge will make him helpless, and the forces that he has worked so hard to burn will be burnt. To kill oneself, you have to use magic to press yourself under the claws, and you will not be able to turn over for a lifetime.

This was unacceptable to Caesar.

Moreover, Sylvia, as a green dragon, is invincible by nature, this guy wants to eat Luna.

So she must die.

This is not a decision made on the spur of the moment to vent anger, but a choice made after careful consideration.

There will be gold, and there will be female dragons, but not now.

Caesar said to himself, let go of the lifeless dragon corpse under him, and turned his eyes to the battlefield.

His family took medicine,

Therefore, the Green City Legion is not the opponent of the underground clan at all. It was already retreating steadily, and after the poisonous mother died forever, these guys with chaotic nature were completely defeated.

Wyverns declared their surrender, while blood bats and thorn beasts fled in all directions, only the ogres still resisted, but they were not for Ludu, but for the dead chief Doga, wanting revenge.

It's a pity that the ogre's road to revenge only ends in death. They howled and fought, and were harvested one by one by the undead knights.

The war is over.

Wild boars, diggers, and shapeshifters are the logistics subordinates. They finally entered this area at this time. They are responsible for cleaning the battlefield, counting the battle damage, collecting weapons, and storing monster corpses as food storage...

This is not what Caesar needs to care about. The wild boars work in an orderly and meticulous manner, and their leader Pavel is also very worry-free, so there is no need to worry about it. Caesar should now think about the disposal of the dragon corpse.

"Can it be transformed into a corpse dragon?" Caesar asked without turning his head.

At the end of the war, he let the black knight Negendro and other leaders come to his side to look at the huge green dragon corpse together and appreciate the biggest harvest of this war.

"This... I think it should be fine."

Nagendro's voice was a bit rough. He really didn't expect that the black dragon lord would repeat the old trick and create a corpse dragon again.

Among the real dragons, this should belong to the distorted personality type, right?

Even he, the undead, thinks so.

"It's just, my lord. The shadow energy of the original burial ground has been exhausted by the last corpse dragon. It will take at least two hundred years for it to recover naturally."

"The other two shadow pools were only formed in the past few hundred years, and their wealth is less than half of the original burial ground. The effect is worrying. I really don't recommend you to do this."

It can be seen that Nagendro is very afraid of taking the blame, and he declares everything in advance, and clearly states the worst result.

You must know that transforming a corpse dragon is the worst way to use it. It is a waste of the dead real dragon. As a result, on this basis, it will waste half of it now.

This is no different from being violent.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty."

At this time Hogg also interjected, he had been gouged by the ogre chief before, the injury on his stomach was still not healed, and he had added several new injuries on the battlefield, but he was still full of energy: "I agree with the Black Knight. According to the saying, it is not recommended that you transform this dragon into a corpse dragon."

"How to say?"

Caesar turned his attention to the leader of the gnolls. It was a little strange. He was not worried about Hogg's loyalty. It was just that when he transformed the Calamity Dragon, this guy was in favor of it. Why did he change his mind now?

Could it be that even Jackals have double standards now?

"Please allow me to remind you, Your Majesty. The green dragon is not a disaster dragon. It is a true dragon native to Elradia and grew up in this land."

Hogg bent slightly: "When I was very young, even though I was in a foreign country, I also heard the name 'Green City Emerald'."

(Before reaching old age and winning wars with the Northlands, Sylvia was called "Emerald of Green City", not "Mother of Poison".)

"In Eladea, it is not that there are no stories of dragons killing each other. In fact, for those who violate the regulations, the real dragons will not specifically seek punishment for the offender (this is inseparable from the laziness of the five-color dragons), most of them It is only after meeting by chance that we will start a war."

Hogg stated in a low voice that he was very smart, and had already seen the difference between Caesar and the real dragon, but he never mentioned it to anyone, and just discussed the matter: "However, transforming the corpse dragon has touched the bottom line of the real dragons. "

"Your Majesty, you know that the established rules and the bottom line are completely different. In the eyes of the real dragon, this is equivalent to playing with the dead. The green dragon is not like the calamity dragon, and the news will spread easily. "

"In Elradia, magic can make everything invisible. As long as the real dragons intend to inquire about the status of the green dragon, even if it is hidden in the dark area, your majesty, you cannot escape those eyes."

After finishing speaking, Hogg bowed his head in silence, he had said enough.

Is this guy really a jackal?

These words made Caesar's mind move away from the green dragon's corpse, and stared at the leader who had been with him for seven years, as if he had accepted the allegiance of the wolf man for the first time.

Hogg the Gnoll, no matter how smart and strong he is, there is no way to obtain such knowledge. After all, even Caesar knows nothing about it. How could this guy know so much?

"How do you know?"

Caesar stared at the leader of the gnolls. He had already felt that there was something wrong with this guy, but he never asked or paid attention to it. But at this time, he couldn't help it anymore, and his suspicions skyrocketed.

"This is an unspeakable story, Your Majesty." Hogg still lowered his head.

"You can tell me quietly."

Caesar raised his chin, signaling the black knight and the troglodyte to leave for the time being.

"As you may know, the newly born cubs of the Wolf Man are not much different from the cubs of ordinary wargs."

Hogg watched them leave, blinked his eyes, and said eloquently: "Less than an hour after I was born, my parents were all killed, and I became the pet of a human noble mage, Shuan The kind of pet that is chained and caged."

"I heard a lot of things from that nobleman's conversations with other humans. Although a long time has passed and those faces have blurred, I still remember everything they said, word for word."

"Later, when I grew up and could stand on two feet, I was sent to the arena to fight with tauren, goatmen and even some dragonmen..." Reading Web