Black Dragon Code

The Black Dragon curled up into a ball, its wings and tail tightened, but the eyes were not asleep, and the scarlet vertical eyes gleamed in the dark like the night.

Caesar is very clear that high-level undead like Negendro has abandoned the emotional perception of living creatures, so just meeting in person and saying a few words is impossible to make it swear allegiance, even if it is loyal It's just a lie, you have to really convince them.

A war is inevitable.

And this is what Caesar would like to see.

For the current Black Dragon, the source of troops is no longer a problem. The focus is on how to tame these evil clans into a whole and integrate them into a real Legion.

The previous set of human training methods for the army is not feasible here. The biggest feature of evil races is their unorganized and undisciplined nature. Perhaps they will converge in front of the Black Dragon lord, but every When Caesar leaves, these guys will immediately regain their shape.

Even if you kill them, it’s useless. The chaotic attributes were implanted in the bones of them when they were created. There is a common slang in the world on the ground-"Nature is inseparable". This is for all Aradia races. All apply.

So Caesar thought about it, but couldn't find a good solution to this problem, but let these guys experience the baptism of war, and in the forging of blood and death, the scattered pieces were scattered. The iron is made into a complete weapon, and they are twisted into a rope to form a real battle strength.

This is also the reason why Caesar still chose to let Dark Knight Negendro leave even after guessing what the undead might do. He was impossible to take such a group of monsters to attack Green Dragon Sylvia. Legion, the experienced green capital, doing so is tantamount to going to death.

stake all on one throw to attack the green capital. Once it fails, the enemy will not give him a third chance to comeback.

So before that, Caesar must choose a less powerful opponent to serve as a grinding blade stone to temper his army, let them try their hands, and know what a real large-scale war is. And how to respond.

Only in this way, his monster soldiers will have a chance to compete with the green capital Legion in the future.

...

Unsurprisingly, the undead army arrived as expected.

That is the corpse hiding the sky and covering the earth, which stretches into a boundless sea of ​​bones. The raging mindless skeletons become the main force of the undead wave, dotted with corpses, wraiths, and Ghost Statues. Even death Knight.

They came to the edge of the northern realm, but did not immediately attack, but gathered from a distance. Dark Knight stood still, as if holding back what was waiting.

The scout jackal had reported the situation, but Caesar wanted to see for himself, so Hogg and Gal followed him through the black branch forest and up to a sandstone slope.

The strong Black Dragon half stood up and looked down at the almost inexhaustible sea of ​​bones. He knew how to accurately estimate the number of people.

"More than ten thousand."

After observing for a while, Caesar said that most of these are some ignorant skeletons with low battle strength, but there are also many powerful undead mixed in them. , And there are casters.

"I think so too, Your Majesty."

Hogg said and pointed out: "The striker is a reinforced skeleton soldier, equipped with a long sword and a bone shield, and is equipped with a bone arrow. For long-range strikes, the right wing is the corpse witch, the left wing is the wraith spirit, most of them know some slight spells, the number is about two thousand each."

"The number of undead is twice that of the evil race."

Caesar said that from a distance, those high-level undeads are no different from humans, wearing helmets made of steel, and there are blood traces on the damaged cloak.

"It is true, but the battle strength of the undead is generally low, and the evil family members that cannot be grown up are mentioned on equal terms. The advantage in quantity does not help them win a victory."

Gal He slapped his lips and said that after seeing the even more terrifying green capital Legion, the orcs showed no timidity when facing this kind of battle.

"What do you say? Can you defeat the undead Legion?"

"with no difficulty." The orc leader replied.

"But it also needs to bleed."

Hogg added: "But I guess this is exactly what Your Majesty wants. The Underground Tribe has been forged and forged in this war. After the test, I have the ability to return to Aradia."

The sky was almost bright when Black Dragon returned to the lair, and the light of the Nether Darkness Region reappeared, but it was still gray, and a cloudy wind was blowing in the north. .

Half of the trench surrounding the camp of the dependents has been excavated, and the forest is full of wild boars. They are cutting branches from the black-branched trees and cutting them into sharp piles to stay outside the trenches.

Similar fortifications seem to be unnecessary to Caesar. They are not at war with human beings. The opponents are undead who are not afraid of pain and threats. The existence of these things is of little value.

However, boars, as a strange flower of the Nether Darkness Region, have the diligence and caution that are different from other clans. They will not stop and rest in undefended camps. All boars insist on this without exception. Fortifications must be built.

Lord Black Dragon left them alone.

They are not strong in battle strength, but they may have unexplored engineering innate talent.

Caesar thought, and then said to the Boarman leader: "Pafer, let your clansman stop and rest, the undead is ready to go to war."

"Okay, Your Majesty, The warriors are eager to bleed."

So far, the performance of the Boar Clan has been pretty good. In the Black Dragon's mind, Paffer has a higher status than powerful clan leaders such as Manticore and Dog Demon. The wild boars react quickly, tirelessly, and tirelessly in all details, which may be of great use in the future.

Soon, Caesar summoned his dependents. He remembered the name of every clan leader under his command. After the evil race joined Caesar, the leader must go to the black dragon's lair every three days to bring the clan closer. The various circumstances of the one after another statement are not in detail, and they are reported to the Black Dragon lord to know.

Because he often visits the habitats of different clans, Caesar can roughly know the specific conditions of these guys.

Monsters quickly gathered, and the clan leaders arrived at the Black Dragon's nest, and all knelt before their owners.

"The undead want war, we will give them war."

Wait until the crowd, hidden in the dark, strong enough to be scary, Black Dragon slowly said: "Active Attack, I want you to attack tonight, under the cover of night."

"But they have skeleton dogs and caster detection, Your Majesty."

"oh? "

Caesar stared at the many clan leaders under his command, with scarlet eyes swimming among them: "Are you afraid?"

"My King."

The leader of the war lizardmen stood up: "It is up to us to solve the peripheral whistles. They are not scouts, but a bunch of barely movable bones."

"So can we." The twisted tunneling insect inserted. A word of mouth.

"That's it."

Black Dragon agrees: "You attack from three sides. Lizardmen and tunneling insects are the forwards. Manticore and gray centaur are from both sides."

"The dog demon tribe, you claim to be the most powerhouse, well, the most difficult task will be given to you."

Caesar glanced over the clan leaders and began to arrange the task:" I want you to force a breakthrough in the middle of a wedge-shaped queue."

……

"Go, let me see if you are the same as you bragged when you joined the Black Dragon Legion Fearless and tough."

Next, Caesar watched these clan leaders spend an hour finalizing all the details, agreeing with each other on joint strategies, arranging mutual assistance and support, and how to deal with emergencies.

In the process, Black Dragon remained silent all the way. He wanted to see how much the wisdom of these guys could do in the face of war.

Finally, the clan leaders left with orders, waiting for the dark curtain to come.