The Rock Fortress was captured, Archduke Lane was killed, and the Rhine was completely incapacitated and completely reclaimed by the Nest of Black Wings.

However, the monsters of the Blackwing Clan did not spread to the rest of the Northland like a plague as imagined by the Northlands, but temporarily collected their minions, and even the noisy and boiling undead were suppressed and locked in the territory of the Rhine.

During this time, the Nest of Black Wings did only a few things, to alert and counterattack, to pacify the civilians, to restore order, and to digest as much as possible what had been devoured in the Duchy of the Rhine.

The Lizardmen cleared the Rhine Court and are now occupied by the Black Dragon Lords as Caesar's temporary residence.

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

And the source of the chaos in the Northlands, Caesar, the Dragon King, was lying in the hall on four legs, wagging his tail, watching Luna and Garon play cards below.

Due to the change of clan, the two dragons were able to follow him at his side during this time, acting as thugs and dealing with some matters that needed to be solved with momentum and intimidation.

After discovering that Caesar had this forest fairy with him at all times, Blackxia immediately started to think about it, and began to do her best to please Luna, so as not to return to the dark and boring dark land.

Unfortunately, this didn't have much effect, and even if she always obeyed her words, Luna obviously didn't like her, in contrast, the little guy had a better impression of the stupid Garon and was willing to play with him.

In response, Blackthea was furious and repeatedly shouted in her heart, but she couldn't do anything about it, and she didn't even have the courage to question Luna.

She had seen it secretly, and even the rampaging Angramo didn't dare to speak harshly at the goblin, and the fierce and ugly gnoll leader who wielded the power of the legendary weapon had to smile when he saw the goblin.

This is by no means for no reason, Blackthea knows that this forest goblin who seems to be able to pinch to death with a single grasp must not be provoked at present.

After discovering that the goblin's residence was actually the treasure house of the Black Dragon Lord, she became more and more shocked and firm in her thoughts, and Blackthea was still quite cautious about issues involving life safety.

So at this time, she could only stay quietly by Garon's side, watching this idiot play cards with Miss Luna with jealousy, in the nest of Black Wings, the only thing she could bully was Garon, but at this time in front of Caesar, she couldn't jump up and tear Garon.

It is worth mentioning that although Garon has not improved, Blackthea has been able to use the transformation spell proficiently, but not many times on the surface.

Considering that the Black Dragon Lord could not use magic, in order to prevent stinging her brother's heart, she did not dare to turn into a human form openly.

Silence and harmony remained in the royal court, and Caesar watched this scene, and his mind had wandered to other places.

This war, should it continue to be fought?

Twelve thousand, this is not just a number, it is crossed out when you say it is crossed out.

He saw with his own eyes the appearance of those soldiers swearing to fight to the death, fighting bloodily, and the delicate vision of the dragons allowed him to see even the faces of those people who did not hesitate and were full of hatred before they died.

To tell the truth, due to various reasons, Caesar is neither a human nor a real dragon, and the two completely different thoughts affect each other in his brain, resulting in this guy having a certain sense of belonging to both creatures, whether it is a human or a real dragon, he can't treat them (it) like ants.

After all this, Caesar was not a soft-hearted fellow, as can be seen from the fact that he himself sometimes called himself an evil dragon, and he was not merciless in taking life.

However, the sight of the day the Rock Fortress was breached, the desperate struggle of 12,000 people, the roar of the final death, and the mourning of rivers of blood, no intelligent creature with emotions could not help but be moved by this.

Thirteen thousand men is not a small number for the Northlands, and besides, these are all professional soldiers, and their deaths can greatly damage the vitality of the Northlands, if the next step is advanced, it is not surprising that the Blackwing's Lair can sweep through the entire Northlands in two years, enveloping the alliance in bloody black terror.

But war is a means, not an end.

Caesar knew exactly what he wanted, he didn't lose himself, he didn't take pleasure in killing, and the reason why he wanted to destroy the Rock Fortress was only because there was no other way, and it was impossible to bow down to the northlands with a dragon body.

The Black Dragon was the conqueror, and in the eyes of the humans of the Northlands, he was an evil invader, and Caesar had only one choice but war, and negotiations were useless, and he had to tear open the doors of humanity with his fangs and claws.

He must crush humanity's faith in a bitter war, and at the same time, prove his strength, the power of the Nest of Black Wings.

Now, he's done it.

The next step should be to give hope to humanity instead of despairing.

Desperation generates strength, and they will fight the alien invaders to the death, like the twelve thousand soldiers who killed their commander.

Besides, even if the Black Dragon Lord is really crazy, full of the same desire for destruction as Angramo, wanting to burn the flames of war throughout the Northlands, killing all humans in sight, and fighting them until they are wiped out, those guys on the head probably won't allow it.

Let's talk about it first, and then we will fight. This was Caesar's idea.

"Angelamo."

He summoned the corpse dragon over: "The war is over for the time being, let Gnadro lead the undead army back to the Dark Regions first, you can stay here." ”

Supporting the undead legion is not as easy as the Blackwing Clan at all, these guys must be suppressed and commanded by the undead in the middle and upper levels, otherwise they will be reduced to complete killing machines, which is difficult to use.

So Caesar was ready to let these guys go back first.

"Father, Naydro."

Angramo lowered his head and said, "Already killed in battle." ”

The undead army is under her control, and after breaking through the Rock Fortress, this skeleton army has not reported any battle damage (there is nothing to say), and Angramo himself does not like to talk, so she rarely takes the initiative to speak, and usually only when the Black Dragon Lord mentions or gives an order, she will only say those two words.

This also led to the fact that she did not speak of such a stubble until now, because it was the first time that the Black Dragon mentioned the name of the Black Knight in the two months since the beginning of the war.

Caesar was stunned for a moment.

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

The Black Knight Nedro has never won the favor and trust of the Black Dragon Lord since he took refuge in Caesar in the Dark Realm, and even the kings for whom he is loyal and fought have not cast their eyes on it, even in the moment before he died in battle and was annihilated.

Now that time has passed, the Black Knight has long since been annihilated, and the undead have died again, turned into ashes, and there are no bones left.

"I'm underestimating him." Caesar whispered.

Because of his prejudice, he has always been wary of undead spirits like Gnadro Andro, but the Black Knight has proved his loyalty with his death, and even the undead agree to have glory and faith.

"Oh huh, die, worm, look at me as the Lord of the Hell." A voice rang out in the corner, and Luna's whisper passed over Angelamo's body and into Caesar's ears.

The little guy's voice made his slightly regretful and guilty depressed mood slightly better.

"At least it died like a knight."

The black dragon shook his head, then raised his head and said to the corpse dragon, "It won't be long before people remember him." ”

Whether it is the Black Knight Naldro, or the Grand Duke Berish Lane, as well as the old wizard Sifu, and even the original ogre leader Doga, they are all warriors who have never flinched and have not flinched until death, even if they are neither powerful nor legendary, they are still worthy of respect.