Black Dragon Code

In the Emerald Palace, Caesar was lazily lying on a giant special cushion, while Garcia was wearing a light veil, kneeling beside his head, peeling and removing seeds from fresh grapes and feeding them to him. It is becoming more and more enjoyable, and it has completely turned into a corrupt dragon.

However, Caesar didn't think there was anything wrong with this. After completing his revenge, he continued to strengthen and expand his power tirelessly. Isn't it just to make his life more comfortable? If he can't even do this, the so-called becoming stronger Just like the money earned is not spent, and the things you get are not used, it is meaningless.

In the northern countries, the undead army can't wait to start a war. These undead creatures who hate all living things have long been unable to contain the boiling desire to fight, eager to bite fresh flesh and blood to satisfy the howling soul.

With the assistance of the doppelganger, they passed through the Kaji collar and directly attacked the army of Grand Duke Lane.

In the military plan of the corpse dragon Angramo, the armed forces of the entire Northland humans will be completely and completely crushed by the undead army. She will occupy the entire Alliance of Nations for her father, enslave all humans, and kill all disobedient or The forces that dared to resist were uprooted, and the birth of the new king was witnessed with bones and blood.

Regarding this, Caesar couldn't help but scratched his chin. To be honest, Angramo, who had just arrived and had no experience, was overconfident.

The undead army is just that the boundless skeleton sea looks amazing. In fact, there are no more than two thousand intelligent middle-level undead in the army, and even less than five hundred high-level undead like corpse witches and undead knights.

It is not difficult to solve such a trouble if the northern kingdoms are fully operational. The probability of failure of the undead army is more than 90%.

——But this is also good, Angramo also needs to grow up, and there is no harm for it to suffer a little loss.

In fact, the decision of the Black Dragon Lord is really not wise. Hogg and Ren once mentioned to Caesar that refueling tactics are absolutely not advisable and cannot be used on the battlefield. If they really want to invade the northern countries, they suggest Blackwing Lair Move in sync with the undead army and fight side by side to minimize possible losses.

Caesar, of course, knew this question too,

But thinking a step further, he has a deeper plan.

Except for Angramo, the black dragon lord doesn't pay attention to other undead. He has neither emotion nor attention. He just uses these guys as pure war machines (in fact, their role is indeed the same), so he doesn't care about the undead army casualties.

The sudden invasion of the undead corps will inevitably lead to full resistance from the northern countries. Caesar wants to use them to try and see how powerful the northern countries are that even the poisonous mother dared not take the initiative to touch. Deep, rooted somewhere.

However, regarding Caesar's idea of ​​conquering the northern kingdoms, the two little dragons of Blackia and Gallon were still shaking with excitement. The black dragon lord was more and more sure that these two guys had the blood of red dragons on their bodies. The desire for war and war is beyond the category of normal black dragons, and tends to be similar to the template of tyrants and robbers.

Normal black dragons are mostly not interested in war. Although they also have an unavoidable instinct for conquest, most of them prefer to use devious means such as strategy and seduction. .

The final result was that Caesar agreed to the request of the two little dragons and let them go to the north with the undead army, but at the same time warned them: the battlefield is not a hotbed, and neither the Black Wing clan nor the undead army will be responsible for them , Provide protection.

Of course the two little dragons didn't mind, they were full of interest, it was the first time they participated in such a large-scale war, and they couldn't wait and were so excited.

"Two stupid fellows."

Forget about them, while enjoying the service of the Elf Queen, the black dragon chatted with her casually: "Garcia."

Caesar bit the apple she offered, swallowed it, and said, "Would you mind letting me know about the forest of elves?"

While Caesar was corrupting the elf queen, Garcia had been trying to influence the black dragon to abandon evil and do good, so these days, he had mentioned the harmonious concept of the good camp to Caesar many times intentionally or unintentionally.

"If you want, you will be happy."

At this time, the black dragon seemed to be in a good mood. Of course, she wanted to seize the opportunity to say more: "The forest of elves is a paradise for all kind-hearted races. It can be accepted and respected, it is the same as other good race creatures."

"Really? It sounds beautiful."

Caesar seemed to be yearning: "But a five-color dragon like me, even if he tends to be kind, can't change his lazy nature. Are you willing to accept me?"

"Of course, in the forest of elves, everything will be respected."

"I eat a lot, and I'm lazy. If I don't enslave my family members like I am now, what should I do?" Caesar showed a puzzled look just right: "Who will help me?"

"Everyone will help you."

"For example?"

"Such as Chimera and Elf Ranger, they are all willing to assist you."

"That's it."

Caesar sighed: "I can sit on the income, but they need to work. Isn't this a little... unfair to them?"

He suddenly said in a series of words: "Even a kind race, there should be no shortage of guys like me. These lazy moths can get help from other creatures and get something for nothing. Aren't they superior to others? How can there be fairness and equality?"

"Indeed, there is such a situation."

Caesar's question is very lethal, but it can't overwhelm Garcia. After all, the Elf Queen still insists on the core concept.

Even though the problem seemed unsolvable, she just smiled and said: "We will try our best to persuade and guide them. Most good races have no irremediable shortcomings. As long as they are taught properly, most of them will change."

idealism.

"Yeah?"

Caesar snorted and sneered in his heart, and instead of being entangled in this issue, he swung another heavy hammer: "But I found that races like flower spirits and goblins can enjoy stability and harmony without doing anything. environment. However, races such as Chimera and Giant Eagle need to fight and bleed constantly in order to maintain the forest of elves. Is this what you mean by fairness and equality?"

"..."

Garcia choked, and the people in the Elven Forest took it for granted. No one or creature had asked her a similar question, and she needed to think for a while before answering.

"There are many more things like this. I can talk about moonrise if you want."

However, Caesar didn't give her time to think, and gradually advanced: "Garcia, you must know that all things are not equal, and the gods are biased. Why can the longevity species survive the long years and enjoy countless scenery? But humans can only live for a hundred years or less; why are the Tia elves born handsome and beautiful, while the goblins are short and ugly? Why..."

"It is unrealistic to make up for the inherent inequality with acquired efforts. You can only do part of it, and you will never be able to do it all. Because even gods do not have equality in a complete sense. Weak divine power and medium divine power , Where does the powerful divine power come from?"

Caesar stood up slowly, looked down at Garcia who was trying to think about his words, and finally hit the point: "Finally, tell me, Garcia. Most people in the forest of elves believe in the moon god, but Su Lun, why did you choose about you?"

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