Black Dragon Code

The Rock Fortress was captured, Grand Duke Ryan died in battle, and the Rhine Kingdom completely lost its ability to resist, and was taken over by the Black Wing Lair.

However, the monsters of the Black Wing Clan did not penetrate like a plague and spread wildly to other parts of the Northland as imagined by the northern countries. Instead, they temporarily took over their minions, and even the noisy undead were suppressed. Nature, locked in the territory of the Rhineland.

During this period of time, the Black Wing Lair only did a few things, guard against counterattacks, appease the civilians, rebuild order, and digest as much as possible what was swallowed up in the Principality of the Rhine.

The troglodytes cleared the Rhine court, and now they are occupied by the black dragon lord, becoming Caesar's temporary residence.

They imprisoned the guards, drove away the attendants, and removed all the furnishings in the royal court. Even the dome was dismantled with the help of the flying dragon, so that the huge black dragon could move freely.

And the source of the chaos in the North, Caesar, the king of dragons, was lying in the living room with four legs spread out, wagging his tail, watching Luna and Garen playing cards below.

Due to the change of the clan, during this period of time, the two little dragons were able to follow him, acting as thugs, and dealing with some matters that needed to be resolved with arrogance and intimidation.

And after discovering that Caesar was always carrying the forest goblin, after some understanding, Blackia immediately moved her mind, and began to try her best to please little Luna, so as not to return to the dark and boring world. Go to the Underdark.

It's a pity that this didn't have any effect. Even if she always obeyed her advice, Luna obviously didn't like her. In contrast, the little guy liked the stupid Garen more and was willing to play with him.

Regarding this, Blacksia was furious and raged in her heart again and again, but she was powerless, not even having the courage to question Luna.

She had seen it secretly, and even the violent Anglamor didn't dare to speak harshly to the little goblin. The leader of the gnolls, who was ugly and pretentious, held a legendary weapon and held great power in his hand, had to show his face when he saw the little goblin. smile.

It's not without reason,

Blacksia knew that this forest elf, who seemed to be crushed to death with a single grasp, would definitely not be messed with right now.

After discovering that the place where the goblin lived was actually the treasure trove of the black dragon lord, she became more startled and firmed up her mind. Blackia was quite cautious about issues involving life safety.

So at this time, she could only stay quietly by Garen's side, suppressing her jealousy and watching this idiot play cards with Miss Luna. In the Black Wing Lair, the only person she could bully was Garen, but this When she was in front of Caesar, it was not easy for her to jump up and tear Gallon up.

It's worth mentioning that although Gallon didn't improve, Blackia was able to use the transformation spell proficiently, but not many times on the surface.

Concerned that the black dragon lord can't use magic, in order to avoid hurting her brother's heart, she didn't dare to change into a human form openly.

The royal court maintained tranquility and harmony. Caesar watched this scene, and his thoughts had drifted to other places.

Should this war continue?

Twelve thousand, this is not just a number, just cross it out if you say it.

He saw with his own eyes the appearance of those soldiers fighting to the death, fighting in blood, and the dragon's fine vision allowed him to even see the unhesitating and hateful faces of those people before they died.

To be honest, due to various reasons, the current Caesar is neither a human nor a real dragon. Two completely different thoughts interact in his brain, causing this guy to have a certain sense of belonging to both creatures. Whether it is a human or a real dragon, he can't treat him (them) like an ant.

After going through so much, Caesar is not a merciful guy, even he himself sometimes calls himself a dragon, which shows that he is merciless in plundering life.

However, the scene of the day when the Rock Fortress was breached, the desperate struggle of 12,000 people, the roar of passionate death at the end, and the mourning of blood flowing into rivers, any intelligent creature with emotion can't help but do it. moved.

Thirteen thousand people is not a small number for the northern countries. Moreover, these are professional soldiers. Their death can seriously damage the vitality of the northern countries. If the next step is to advance, nothing unexpected will happen. The Nest can sweep the entire Northland within two years, shrouding the Alliance of Nations in bloody black terror.

But war is a means, not an end.

Caesar knew exactly what he wanted. He didn't lose himself, and he didn't take pleasure in killing. The reason why he wanted to destroy the Rock Fortress was because there was no other way. impossible.

The black dragon is a conqueror. In the eyes of humans in the northern countries, he is an evil invader. At that time, Caesar had only one option: war. Negotiations were useless. He had to use his fangs and claws to tear open the door of mankind.

He must shatter the faith of mankind with a tragic war, and at the same time, he must prove his strength and the power of the Blackwing Nest.

Now, he has done it.

The next step should be to give humanity hope, not despair.

Desperation breeds strength, and they fight to the death against the foreign invaders, like the twelve thousand soldiers who slew their commanders.

Moreover, even if the black dragon lord is really crazy, his mind is full of the same desire for destruction as Anglamor, and he wants to ignite the flames of war throughout the northern kingdoms, killing all human beings in sight, until they are extinct , I am afraid that those guys on the head will not allow it.

Talk first, fight later. This is Caesar's idea.

"Angramo."

He summoned the corpse dragon: "The war is over for the time being, let Negendro lead the undead army back to the Underdark first, and you can stay here."

Sending the undead army is not as easy as the Blackwing clan. These guys must be commanded by the middle and high-level undead suppression, otherwise they will be reduced to a complete killing machine, which is difficult to use.

So Caesar is going to let these guys go back first.

"Father, Nagendro."

Angramo lowered his head and said, "He has died in battle."

The undead army is under her control. After breaking through the rock fortress, the skeleton army has not reported any battle damage (nothing to say), and Angramo himself doesn't like to talk, so he seldom speaks on his own initiative. When giving an order, she will only say a few words.

This also led to her not talking about such a crop until now, because it was the first time the black dragon mentioned the name of the black knight in the two months since the war started.

Caesar froze for a moment.

After a pause, he said with a little regret, "Really?"

The black knight Nagendro, since he joined Caesar in the Underdark, has never won the favor and trust of the black dragon lord from beginning to end. , nor cast a glance at it.

Now that time has passed, the black knight has long been annihilated, and the undead died again, turning into fly ash and leaving no bones.

"I underestimated him," Caesar whispered.

Because of prejudice, he has always been wary of undead like Nagendro, but the black knight proved his loyalty by dying. Even the undead agreed to have glory and faith.

"Oh, die, bug, look at me, Lord of Hell." A voice sounded from the corner, and Luna's whisper passed Angramo's body and reached Caesar's ear.

The little guy's voice made his depressed mood of regret and guilt a little better.

"At least it died like a knight."

The black dragon shook his head, then raised his head, and said to the corpse dragon: "People will remember him soon."

Whether it is the black knight Negundro, the grand duke Baelish Lane, the old wizard Sif, or even the original ogre leader Doga, they are all warriors who never flinch and die. There is no great power, nor is it a legend. If it is weak, it is still worthy of respect.

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