"Maybe you should go and see it, sir."

The undead knights stood in two rows, then knelt on one knee, motionless, silent as statues made of black iron.

Caesar was quite concerned about the matter of the corpse dragon, so during this time, the Shadow Pool Bone Burial Ground has been stared at by the undead, and he often flies over to take a spin, and recently, the Bone Burial Land has finally begun to gradually appear abnormal.

Countless bubbles emerged from the bottom of the shadow pool, where the elemental energy was absorbed over a large area, reduced to a freezing point, and from time to time a low vibration was heard from it.

These are the exact words described by Naydrow, which means that the time has come for the dead calamity dragon to become a corpse dragon and be resurrected in the land of bones.

"I think it's important for you to witness this moment with your own eyes."

The Black Knight also came, at the forefront of the undead team, his soul fire was very calm, and there was not much emotion overflowing: "Only a few corpse dragons can retain the memories of their lives, this probability is extremely rare, most of the newborn undead are ignorant and ignorant, you should come forward to subdue them as soon as possible." ”

In this way, the time has come to ingest and harvest the fruits.

Caesar slowly crawled out of the lair.

At the beginning, there were undead spirits who searched for the treasure of the Calamity Dragon for him, but as a true dragon that grew up in a dark region and had never been in contact with the outside world, although the Calamity Dragon did have some savings, it was really pitiful.

Most of its lair is made of metals such as gold, silver, and copper, and the only tourmaline gem that is not expensive in Eladia is still a rarity by this guy, hidden in the deepest part of the lair, and finally dug up by the skeleton soldiers.

Wretched.

Caesar was very embarrassed when he found out, although he didn't care about these things, but from the perspective of dragons, this calamity dragon was really embarrassed, and he was so poor that he couldn't take care of himself.

I'm afraid that the greatest torture of the Calamity Dragon in the Dark Region is not allowing her to absorb more treasures - that is the nature of a true dragon, and it is really cruel.

Of course, those are things that can only be used in the native world of Eladia, and they don't matter now, Caesar is more concerned with the Calamity Dragon itself.

He's going to witness the appearance of the corpse dragon.

……

The realm of the undead was still the same as ever, lifeless and silent, except for the occasional crow and whimper of a ghost, but it was even more terrifying.

The hurricane of the restructuring did not blow here, and Caesar did not change the ecology of the undead, the reason is that for the undead, strength and wisdom are one and the same, and except for the real high-level undead such as Naydro, most of the undead do not know what death is at all, and his methods do not work on the undead at all.

So the realm of the undead is still the same, step by step.

This also makes many northern clans envious, anyway, there is a truce, and many monster clans want to run here to live in order to avoid the high-pressure policy of the black dragon.

Of course, this is wishful thinking, not to mention whether the scarce food and poisoned water sources in the undead realm can keep these guys alive, the black dragon has already given an order, the border between the undead realm and the north still exists, and it is garrisoned by the black knight's undead knights, except for the four privileged clans of jackals, lizardmen, orcs, and wild boars, other clans are never allowed to cross.

In order to facilitate management, Caesar had already set aside living quarters and hunting grounds for each clan, and now that they were just beginning to improve and gradually entered the regular stage, they would never allow trampling and destruction at will.

The elliptical building of the deepest Shadow Pool was located next to the Blackwater Basin, between the Black Knight's Hall of Bones and the Graveyard, where the Black Dragon spread its wings and flew through the air, and the Undead Knights ran wildly behind him with phosphorus fire, this time much faster than the last time, reaching their target in just an hour.

The Roman-style building still stands there.

Caesar didn't know if the shadow elemental had become thinner by absorption, but he could see that the temperature around him had become colder, and the cold had made the earth-and-stone building drape from the edge with sharp ice cubes that were half a meter long.

Many of the skeleton soldiers had not been active for too long, and they also had a thick layer of frost on their bodies, as if they were wearing a heavy ice armor.

The black dragon crushed the snow beneath his feet, sunk his claws into the frozen soil, and approached the bone-burying place of the shadow pool.

The howling of the cold wind, the hoarse sound of bones, and the strange movement at the bottom of the shadow pool were swallowed into Caesar's ears one by one.

Indeed, the time is almost up, a hundred days and nights have passed, and the dead true dragon is about to be resurrected.

The black dragon's scarlet eyes stared at the pool of dark green shadows, staring at the bubbles that rose and shattered, and swelled again and again.

This is one day.

It wasn't until the dim light faded a second time and darkness fell that the shadow pool became truly active.

The blue soul fire appeared sporadically, at first only a trace of the end, accompanied by the rain falling from the bottom of the pool, and then quickly spreading, spreading extremely fast.

Immediately afterward, the entire burial ground was ablaze.

The ground began to tremble, the layers of snow were completely overturned, and the ice roots that surrounded the walls of the building fell, shattered after hitting the ground, and then extinguished after the yin wind surged, and finally tended to be silent.

"It's waking up." Naldero stood behind the black dragon and whispered.

The first to appear was a huge bone claw, on which a dark green pus flowed, directly climbed to the edge of the bone burial ground, and in a low whimper, two bare wings also appeared, and the body of the corpse dragon was not completely black, but a dull gray-brown color.

Eventually, a jagged and sharp head appeared, and the corpse dragon's small eyes were filled with blue soul fire, and finally crawled out of the shadow pool, and it had no half scales and flesh on its body, only bare and sharp bone stubble.

The corpse dragon glanced left and right, then spread its dark brown wings covered with white bones, and blue flames poured out of its mouth.

"The living after the dead are born to kill, and the flames of vengeance burn everything."

This is no longer a calamity dragon, the voice of the corpse dragon is completely different, low and overlapping, like the common language of different creatures: "My name-"

As it spoke, it paused, the corpse dragon was not a necromantic dragon, it could not preserve its memories and abilities during its lifetime, and it had forgotten its name.

"Angelamo."

Caesar thought about it for a while, and finally decided to re-give the original name of the Calamity Dragon to the Corpse Dragon, only slightly changing the syllable, and Caesar whispered in the dragon language, "Your name is Angramo." ”

Scanning Results: Energy Builds Life.

Comprehensive combat capability verification: 210.

The value is not high, because the Calamity Dragon's strength was not physical in the first place, and it is not surprising that its strength has declined significantly after the magic is forgotten.

But it doesn't matter, although the corpse dragon is not a top-level undead like the Lich Death Knight Necromantic Dragon, it is also a fairly high-level creature among the undead, with extremely high growth, and while becoming stronger through learning, she will also spontaneously awaken necromantic spells.

Maybe it will be stronger than the predecessor of the Calamity Dragon in the future.

"Who are you?" The corpse dragon did not respond directly, but asked in a low voice.

"By grace your being who rose from the dead, my name is Caesar Ortorenso Targaryen, your present master."

The black dragon responded with his head held high.

The corpse dragon flickered at the two small blue fiery eyes, stared at him for a moment, then glanced at the undead knight behind the guy, bared its teeth, and began to step forward.

Caesar was indifferent, the newborn corpse dragon was not even a match for Gnendro, and he did not even have the slightest threat to him.

The corpse dragon approached, circled around the black dragon, glanced Caesar up and down, and then flicked the soul flame in his nose to note his taste.

Then, the corpse dragon stepped back again, finally nodded, and said gloomily, "Thank you, father." ”

Before Caesar could respond, the corpse dragon spread its wings and soared into the sky with a blue flame, roaring hoarsely: "My name is Yog Angramo Targarion." Daughter of the true dragon Caesar Ortorenzo. ”

"All the undead will surrender to me!"