"Huh?"

Caesar stopped talking and turned to look at her, not expecting Blackthea to react so violently to the corpse dragon.

No wonder, Hogg tried his best to remind himself to stop making necromantic dragons, and Caesar realized it only after seeing the expressions of Blackthea and Garon.

The Black Dragon Lord was lost in thought and did not respond, but Blackxia's actions clearly annoyed Angramo, as an undead, it hated all living creatures, especially dragons, not to mention that Blackxia's tone was full of disgust for the corpse dragon.

The bone dragon stared at the little female dragon, the soul fire in the eye sockets was surging fiercely, and in just an instant, countless rotten arms poured out of Blackxia's body, breaking through the ground and pulling the little female dragon's body, pulling her away from Caesar's body and confined her place.

Blackthea was still howling in plaintdom.

Caesar ignored the little female dragon, turned to the side and silently Garon, and asked him, "You don't want to stay here?" ”

"Yes." Garon looked stupid, nodded innocently, and returned to the state of obedience to Caesar when he was a child.

At this point, is there any other choice? He thought.

"Well, this place is safe enough for you to grow into adulthood."

Caesar nodded with satisfaction: "Of course, if the strength is enough, I am also happy that you will appear in the surface world in advance." ”

After giving an account of the corpse dragon, Angramore led Garon and forcibly dragged Blackthea away, Caesar was relieved and prepared to return to the earthly world with him without any arrangements for the half-lich.

Speaking of which, it is of course a good thing for the two young true dragons to come to defect, but the premise is to guard against some possible problems: the five-colored dragons are all violent and greedy and cruel evil species, and the black dragon is the best among them, not to mention Blackthea, even if it is Garon, I am afraid it will be difficult to change his nature.

If they are left in the Black Wing Lair, the two black dragons will not be able to settle down, and the endless greed for Caesar's wealth and the desire to possess the Black Wing Clan's army will always surge.

Caesar could even predict that if these two guys grew up in the Blackwing's Lair, they would definitely use his name to interfere in the operation of the Blackwing's Lair, and find ways to absorb the Blackwing Clan as their dependents, seek to seize property, and control the army.

It has nothing to do with loyalty, it's nature, and it's uncontrollable.

Therefore, there must be no other five-colored dragons left in the nest of black wings, and Caesar would not leave such a scourge for himself.

In this case, the realm of the undead becomes the best and inevitable place for them.

There is neither treasure nor living creatures here, the greed and conquest of the two black dragons are of no use here, the undead have an extremely strict hierarchy, all the undead are loyal to Angelamo, and Angelamo is Caesar's die-hard loyalty, and the two dragons cannot be delusional to touch the authority of the undead realm.

At the same time, during this time, the corpse dragon will also teach Blackthea how to be an obedient dragon.

Caesar thought about it for a while, and found that this arrangement was almost flawless, and it seemed that the prospect of having a sub-base was really broad, and if he wanted to accept and enslave more five-colored dragons and create a dragonthroat clan in the future, he planned to use the current method.

When the time comes, we will have to find a way to raise Angramo's strength a little more.

The Black Dragon Lord pondered and walked back, and was about to leave the realm of the undead, when he heard the half-lich Wren, who had been silent, suddenly speak out and begged him, "Your Majesty, please allow me to stay here." ”

As a necromancer and a failed lich, it has a very different attitude than Blackxia, and has a visceral obsession with the Corpse Dragon, the Black Knight, and other undead creatures.

Staying in this place and studying the ecology of the undead on a macro and micro level will help it break through its strength further.

However, Caesar simply rejected this proposal.

"Nope."

"Your Majesty!" Wren blurted out, his soul fluctuating strongly, and the tone of his voice was also high.

It knew the power of the Black Dragon Lord, and under normal circumstances, it would never dare to speak to the Dragon King like this, but this time it was different, this undead realm meant too much to the half-lich, it was its home, and it was also the place that Wren dreamed of.

"Quite simply, I don't trust you."

Caesar's voice was calm, and there was a natural meaning in his words: "So you can't stay in this place. ”

As a black dragon with an otherworldly soul, Caesar has a serious lack of trust in the disordered land of Eladia, and even the mother of the black dragon can kill her own children, he really dare not overestimate the bottom line of other creatures in this world.

Whether it is a good camp or an evil creature, Caesar and others are all wary and unbelieving.

Among his dependents, even the Crow Clan and Hogg, they all gradually won the trust of the Black Dragon Lord after going through the test, and earned a high status in the Black Wing Lair with loyalty and hard work.

And an evil necromancer, just with such a trivial matter as a dragon's blood baptism, wants to make the black dragon lord completely reassured of it, which is almost impossible for Caesar.

The half-lich is very strong, stronger than Angramo, although Caesar has enough confidence and fearlessness, but if something really happens, a series of troubles are indispensable, he is too lazy to deal with it, and he does not plan to use this matter to torture Wren's temperament.

The Black Dragon Lord's words were very straightforward, and he did not shy away from it, and he was not afraid to sting the sensitive heart of the half-lich.

In Eladia, and especially among the evil creatures, there is never a story that can be heart-wrenching and life-threatening in a few sentences, and between them is a dark opera of intrigue rather than a fantasy epic full of romance.

"I see."

Wren nodded, a smile squeezed out of half of the people's faces, he understood what the Dragon King meant, and quickly figured it out, he was not dissatisfied with the Black Dragon Lord's decision, and this refusal was natural and reasonable.

The half-lich doesn't live any less than the dragons, so Wren isn't worried, at least the dragon king hasn't told him that he won't be allowed to set foot in this place permanently, as long as he proves his loyalty and earns trust, it will have a chance in the future.

At this point, Caesar returned to the Blackwing's lair with the half-lich to prepare for the affairs of the overworld.

A long time ago, Hogg, who was in charge of the envoy to the Elven Forest, returned, and after negotiating with the Elven King, Garcia said that he would take Luna's affairs seriously, and would comfort Mr. Tiarope and Miss Bai Lanwei, trying to persuade them to give up their freedom to bind Miss Luna.

But so far, it has been delayed again and again, and there is still no progress there, and no follow-up feedback has come.

I'm really fed up with the efficiency of these guys in the Elven Forest.

At this time, three months had passed since Luna left the Black Wing Lair, and the Black Dragon's mood was gradually becoming irritable, and he began to miss Luna's sparkling eyes after eating sweets.

……

Caesar has always maintained self-cultivation, and has never spoken ill of the two little dragons from beginning to end, but someone must pretend to be a black face, and someone must always do the wicked, and after some exchanges, Angelamo understood what his father meant.

After the black dragon lord left, the corpse dragon followed Caesar's instructions to find a good place for the two little dragons to live, divided a black dragon's exclusive activity area, and then left them to dry for the time being, so that the two young black dragons could understand the difference first, and feel the environment of the undead realm first.

Watching the corpse dragon and a group of undead knights leave, Blackthea was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became angry, and the emotions that she didn't dare to vent to Caesar and the corpse dragon before now exploded in an instant.

"Garon, are you crazy!"

She jumped on Garon and slammed her brother's head into the ground: "Caesar obviously values your opinion and asks you how you feel, and you actually agree to him!" Willing to stay here! ”

"Hmm, I'd like to try it......"

Garon said as he struggled, "But it doesn't work. ”

"You idiot can't even try, how do you know it's useless!"

Blackthea jumped up and down, her voice hoarse and sharp, and she roared, "I'm going crazy if I stay with a bone dragon!" And do you know how dangerous it is here, the skull-dragon is full of hatred for the living dragon, and Caesar is not there, and he may one day kill us alive. ”

"Woo-"

Garon's head was buried in the dirt and he said vaguely, "I'll protect you." ”

“……”

Blackthea's expression was stunned, and she stared at the young dragon who was pressed under her for a while and couldn't break free, and then scolded: "Protect a fart!" Look at your shameful appearance, when was it not me who protected you? ”

Still cursing, the little she-dragon finally stopped and let Garon lift his head from the hard frozen ground.

"No, the skull-dragon's name is Father Altorenso, and he listens to him."

Garon got up, stunned and analyzed: "It won't hurt us, and this place seems to be Ortorenzo's territory, so we won't be in danger." ”

"You know a fart with the same thinking as the white dragon, and you don't understand it when I tell you."

Blackthea cursed twice, turned her head, the matter was a foregone conclusion, she seemed to have lost all her strength, put her neck flat on the ground, and drooped her head: "I don't bother to pay attention to you." ”

Garon laughed stupidly, hurried up, and took advantage of Blackxia's inattention, stuck out his tongue and licked her neck, and then made a disgraceful sound similar to a pig's meow.

"I think you're really underwhelmed!" In the realm of the undead, the roar of the little female dragon sounded again.