The breeze blows through her long silky hair, gentle and fragrant, just like a mother's caresses, she listens to the birds singing, feels the pulse of the river, and the magical blades are used as a boat, carrying her with the wind to the curtain light that gradually appears in the sky.

Luna felt that the world was so sweet, like the afternoon sun, and the happiness came from the heart of her body, and as time went on, the days were approaching her adulthood.

Her parents had been urging her to go home, and in a few days, she would return to her hometown to complete her bar mitzvah, but what really made Luna happy was that she had just told Caesar about it, and Dasha had promised to go home with her.

Happy.

"You can't mess around this time."

In addition to the excitement, Luna couldn't help but tell Caesar that the last time the black dragon went to the Elven Forest was very unpleasant, and many Elven Forest ethnic groups left a knot in their hearts because of this, including Luna herself, she couldn't say that she didn't care at all.

Caesar was also very aware of this, knowing that he had to take care of the little one's feelings, and nodded innocently.

That's all for later, but now, let's start with an elegy.

Luna slid out of the garden in front of the court, then used the transformation necklace to cast a spell on herself, transforming into a young human with Northland characteristics, glancing at the nonchalant Wyvern guard, and began to walk out.

……

The streets are full of people, the Black Wing King City is the political, economic, and cultural center of the empire, and of course, it is also the most prosperous city in the entire Northland, in addition to the 50,000 permanent residents, there are also an unknown number of Black Wing troops stationed, and more than 30,000 floating people come and go in the city.

The walls of the Blackwing King City were demolished a long time ago, and it is now in the process of continuous expansion.

"Remember this person."

Aobo passed by the young man who had been incarnated by Luna, looked down at the faintly glowing emblem in his hand, and gave the person next to him a look: "This is our goal." ”

Aobo did not choose to act immediately, in order to determine the target, his companions scattered in the streets and alleys, and there was a possibility of failure to make a rash move, and after witnessing the other party enter the elegiac tavern, Aobo began to gather his men, preparing to assassinate the target on his return journey after discussion, to ensure that nothing went wrong.

The people who had infiltrated the Black Wing King's City and had taken root here soon gathered.

"You, you, you."

In the dark corner, Aobo ordered three slightly weaker companions: "You enter the Elegy Tavern, and then come out with the target, the task is to block the back road, not to give the other party a chance to escape." ”

"It's important that you're in charge of keeping an eye on the blackshirts and the aliens around and giving feedback at all times, so we can choose when to do it."

"Kasa, you will assist me later, use the divine emblem to disarm the magic that may exist on the other party's body, and if the other party casts a spell to escape, remember to intercept it."

"Renault, once we make a move, you will be responsible for creating more chaos in order to get a chance to escape, but whether we can leave alive afterwards, we can only hope for the blessing of the gods."

Obbo arranged everything that followed, but he didn't notice that between his whispered conversations, the crowds of people in the streets and alleys gradually thinned out, and a deep fog poured out of the unknown, covering the land and enveloping them.

The darkness surrounded the dragon's head and floated above the roof to look down on everyone, the wind chimes shook and shivered secretly, and people could only see the long, sharp snout, and the slightly open upper and lower jaws exposed dense tiny teeth, capable of swallowing several adult humans alive.

Two small horns snaked from the top of its head, its dark blue eyes flickering like ghostly fire, it was scaleless, and it didn't have the strong, thick flesh that one might think of as a dragon.

The Corpse Dragon, by Yog Angramo Targaryen.

The name is the most horrific and cruel nightmare in the Blackwing Empire, and the Northlanders would rather be captured in a dungeon and tortured by the Lizardmen than meet it, even if it's just for a glance.

The fog didn't stop churning, and it took concentration to notice that it was the black smoke that swirled around the corpse dragon, thick as a cloud, and the scene was so quiet that a low, rhythmic hum could be heard, the sound of soul fire surging in the corpse dragon's body, its sound was very faint, but it was endless.

"I didn't expect that someone would be interested in Queen Luna."

The dragon's voice came out in a deep tone, and no one present could understand it: "It's all a threat, and it must be cleared." ”

The voice of the corpse dragon became a reminder, and the crowd exploded, some screamed and ran away, some stood still and did not dare to move, and some took up weapons as if they were fighting to the death, ready to attack.

The plan's master, Oboe, was the last, drawing his recently acquired magic sword, pouring fear and hope into a roar of rage as he rushed towards Angramore.

The corpse dragon let out a low laugh, as if amused by the ignorance and arrogance of these people, she took a step forward, and five giant skeletal claws reached out of the darkness, slamming them on the ground, and suddenly a strong wind blew down everyone, and only Obbo could barely stand up.

The warrior's charge was forced to be interrupted, and he turned sideways, only to find that his whole body was already sweating profusely, and he shouted at the top of his throat and was about to continue to rush forward, but found that the boundless black mist had surged up, and the corpse dragon was hidden in the darkness, nowhere to be found.

"God forbid." Someone let out a bitter howl.

"The gods may really be able to bless you, and all I have to do is send you to your gods."

The shadows in the distance suddenly swelled, accompanied by the terrible screams and wails of the fleeers. Obbo stood there with his sword in his hand, but at least he was still relatively conscious, and several of them were squatting at the base of the wall with their arms in their arms and trembling, having lost their faith.

Soon the dragon emerged from the shadows above them, clutching a human in its claws, still desperately trying to pry its claws. In front of Orbo, the dragon put the human in his mouth, clicked, decapitated like a celery, and threw the headless corpse on the street.

The corpse dragon turned its head and stared at the people who had fled far away with its sunken eye sockets.

Soul siphon.

Soon, the surging magic drained the deserter's strength, and although there were no wounds on the outside of his body, his lungs were weakly expanded, his heart was weak to beat, all his muscles were like loose springs, the smoke cleared, and everyone fell silently.

"Ahh

Obbo roared again, and before he could take a few steps, the dragon's tail swept out of nowhere, and the warrior fell on the spot, and the blood in the cavity of the headless corpse sprayed him, and then the corpse dragon disappeared again, and the screams in the distance resumed, and two more corpses were thrown down.

The much-quieter roar rang out again, and then was knocked down without any suspense.

Even the others who were shivering understood that the bone dragon was enjoying the pleasure of hunting and torturing, and watched as Aobo's blood and guts disappeared from the bone dragon's non-lethal attacks, and the roar gradually turned into a scream.

The last time, Obbo sat in the pile of corpses and lost all her strength, unable to stand up again, and Angramo's unpredictable laughter echoed in the mist of the streets, and she crushed the courage and dignity of a brave man.

The corpse dragon took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a thick black mist.

The fog filled the streets, enveloping Orbo and the only remaining humans, and when the black fog passed, neither the rocks nor the entities were harmed, but the living people in the corners fell to the ground.

"Boring." Angelamo thought that this was a battle without suspense, and that she was going to end it all.

"Hmm......"

The gut-wrenching laughter ended in an unexpected tone, and the corpse dragon saw a light in the dark corner, from Obbo, who could no longer stand up but was still dead, and the warrior clutched the emblem that glowed with light, which blocked the soul.

Angelamo stared at the emblem and thought for a moment.

"This is not your spontaneous move."

The soul of the corpse dragon swelled, staring at the remaining living people, and said in a lingua franca they could understand, "Tell me who is behind it." ”

The light of the emblem gave the conspirators strength and gave them renewed hope that it might be able to stop the bone dragon, but that hope was quickly dashed, and Angramo hooked his claws and the emblem flew away.

"Well, constant detection aura, protection, and a spellbreaker."

The Divine Emblem wailed uncontrollably between the claws of the bone dragon, and then cracked: "It seems that your master does not value you, I thought there would be a divine blessing." ”

Obbo shuddered, their lives coming to an end, and the bone dragon devoured souls, though they did not eat their bodies.