In the Emerald Palace, Caesar was lazily lying on a special giant cushion, and Garcia was dressed in a light veil, kneeling beside his skull, peeling and seeding fresh grapes and feeding him to eat.

But Caesar didn't think there was anything wrong with this, after he completed his revenge, he continued to work tirelessly to grow his strength and expand his power, isn't it just to make his life more comfortable, if he can't even do this, the so-called becoming stronger is like not spending the money he earns, and not using the things he gets, it is meaningless.

In the Northlands, the undead legions can't wait to start a war, and these undead creatures who hate all living things have long been unable to contain their boiling desire to fight, longing for fresh flesh and blood to bite to satisfy the wailing souls.

With the help of the shapeshifters, they made their way through the Kaki Collar and attacked the army of Grand Duke Lane.

In the military plan of the corpse dragon Angelamo, the armed forces of the entire Northland human race will be completely and completely crushed by the undead legions, and she will occupy the entire alliance of nations for her father, enslave all humans, uproot all disobedient or recalcitrant forces, and witness the birth of a new king with bone and blood.

In this regard, Caesar couldn't help but scratch his chin, to be honest, Angramo, who had no experience when he first arrived, was a little overconfident.

The Legion of the Undead is just that the boundless sea of skeletons looks amazing, in fact, there are no more than two thousand middle-level undead with intelligence in the legion, and the high-level undead such as the Corpse Witch and the Undead Knight have not reached five hundred.

Such a trouble, the Northland countries are really fully operational, and it is not difficult to solve it, and the probability of defeat of the undead legion is more than ninety percent

- But that's fine, Angramo also needs to grow, and it doesn't hurt to suffer a loss.

In fact, the decision of the Black Dragon Lord is really not wise, Hogg and Wren had mentioned to Caesar that the tactic of adding fuel is absolutely undesirable and cannot be used on the battlefield, and if they really want to invade the Northlands, they recommend that the Nest of Black Wings and the undead act in tandem and fight side by side to minimize possible losses.

Caesar was aware of this, of course, but thinking further, he had a deeper plan.

With the exception of Angelamo, the Black Dragon Lord doesn't care about the other undead, has no feelings or values, and just uses them as pure war machines (in fact, they do), so he doesn't care about the deaths and injuries of the undead legions.

The sudden invasion of the undead army will inevitably lead to total resistance from the Northlands, and Caesar wants to use them to see how deep and rooted the waters of the Northlands are that even the Mother of Poison did not dare to take the initiative to touch.

However, the idea of Caesar's conquest of the Northlands was still trembling with excitement, and the black dragon lord was more and more sure that these two guys had the blood of the red dragon in their bodies, and their desire for conquest and war exceeded the scope of normal black dragons, and tended to resemble tyrants and robbers.

The normal black dragons, on the other hand, are mostly not interested in war, although they also have an inevitable instinct for conquest, but most of them prefer to use tricks, seduction and other roundabout means, and rarely face up to the front and reckless, and the template is more like a wise man and a conspirator.

In the end, Caesar agreed to the two dragons' request to accompany them to the Northlands with the undead legions, but warned them that the battlefield was not a hotbed, and that neither the Blackwing Clan nor the Undead Legion would be responsible for or protect them.

Of course, the two little dragons didn't mind, they were full of interest, and they couldn't wait and be excited to participate in such a large-scale war for the first time.

"Two stupid guys."

Don't think about them anymore, the black dragon enjoyed the service of the elf queen, and chatted with her without a match: "Garcia." ”

Caesar took a bite of the apple she handed her, swallowed it, and said, "Mind if you let me know about the Elven Forest?" ”

At the same time that Caesar corrupted the elven queen, Garcia has also been trying to influence the black dragon to abandon evil and follow good, so he has mentioned the concept of harmony of the good camp to Caesar many times these days, intentionally or unintentionally.

"If you want to, you'll be happy to do it."

At this time, the black dragon seemed to be interested, and of course she had to seize the opportunity to say more: "The Elven Forest is a paradise for all good races, we pursue the concept of absolute equality, even if it is a five-colored dragon, as long as it is in the good camp, we can also accept and respect, it is the same as other good race creatures." ”

"Really? Sounds so beautiful. ”

Caesar seemed to yearn for something: "But a five-colored dragon like me, even if he tends to be kind, he can't change his lazy nature, and you are willing to accept me?" ”

"Of course, in the Forest of Elves, all things will be respected."

"I eat a lot and I'm lazy, so what if I don't enslave my dependents as I do now, and I can't support myself?" Caesar just looked puzzled: "Who will help me?" ”

"Everybody will help you."

"For example?"

"For example, the Chimera and the Elven Ranger are willing to help you."

"That's right."

Caesar sighed: "I can sit on what I get, but they need to work, isn't that a bit ...... for them?" It's not fair? ”

He suddenly said in a series of words: "Even if it is a good race, there should be no shortage of guys like me. These lazy moths, but can get the help of other creatures and get free of work, then aren't they superior? Where does fairness and equality come from? ”

"Yes, that's what happened."

Caesar's question is very devastating, but it can't knock Garcia down, after all, the elven queen is quite insistent on the core concept.

Even if the puzzle seemed unsolvable, she just smiled and said, "We will try to persuade them and guide them, and most of the good races have no hopeless shortcomings, and with proper teaching, most of them will change." ”

Idealism.

"Really?"

Caesar snorted and sneered in his heart, and did not dwell on this issue, but swung another hammer: "But I have found that races like flower spirits and goblins can enjoy a stable and harmonious environment without doing anything. And the races such as the Chimera and the Giant Eagle need to constantly fight and shed blood in order to maintain the Elven Forest, is this also the fairness and equality you are talking about? ”

“……”

Garcia choked, the people of the Elven Forest took it for granted, no one or creature had ever asked her a similar question, and she needed to think for a moment before answering.

"There's a lot more to it, and I can talk about the moon rising if you need it."

However, Caesar did not give her time to think, and gradually progressed: "Garcia, you must know that all things are never equal, and the gods are biased. Why can the immortal species survive a long time and enjoy countless scenery, while human beings can only live for a hundred years or even less? Why are Tiya elves born handsome and beautiful, while goblins are short and ugly? Why ......"

"It is unrealistic to make up for the innate inequality with acquired efforts, you can only do part of it, and you can never do all of it. Because even if it is a god, there is no equality in the full sense, where does the weak divine power, the medium divine power, and the strong divine power come from? ”

Caesar slowly stood up, looked down at Garcia, who was struggling to think about his words, and finally hit the nail on the head: "Finally, you tell me, Garcia. Most of the races in the Elven Forest believe in the moon god, but Suren, why did you choose you? ”