The discussion of the royal court's plan for the conquest of Villeste had just begun, and Caesar already had the answer in his heart, but although the efficiency of the empire was much higher than that of parliamentary and city-state countries, it still took a long time to prepare for such a distant conquest across the sea.

Finalize the strategy, invest funds, develop equipment, expand the fleet, and select candidates...... After all, the country is not yet able to make the Villeste colonization plan public, and all the burden of development is on the national level.

But this was only temporary, and Caesar thought for a while, and when the Empire truly controlled the entrance and exit of Vloster, and established the Black Wing ports, castles, and fortresses in the New World, he could move on to the next step: to guide the people to this cause.

As long as the propaganda is spread out to convince the populace that crossing the seas in search of wealth is worth as much as making a career on the battlefield, and that they can indeed gain wealth and status from this cause, the colonists of the Northlands will soon flock to the territory of the Blackwing Empire.

Let's get started.

After giving a few orders, the black dragon slowly crawled out of the deep and dark royal court.

The ocean-going fleet arrived earlier than expected, and it was not until Clendo's debriefing came out that the time approached dusk.

The sea of flowers reflects the sunset, the thick clouds on the horizon are golden, as if burning, the heaven and earth that connect the west are orange and red, the sun is half hidden below the mountain col, the glow spreads out layer by layer, spreading above Caesar's head, a crescent moon will be bright, quiet and tranquil.

The Xu wind blew through the sea of flowers, stirring up colorful waves, Garon was lying in the sea of flowers pouting his buttocks and sleeping, his head buried in the haystack, snoring one after another, and a few shy little creatures under the curling Yanan flowers and leaves not far away showed their heads, looking at the Black Dragon Emperor from a distance timidly and curiously.

Caesar smiled at them, these were Luna's people: the forest elves - since the wedding of the black dragon and the elves, some of the little goblins have also dared to run into the Black Wing Empire and burrow into the royal court, Caesar welcomes this, at least the elves are not annoying, and they look much more pleasing to the eye than the goblin jackals, kobolds, lizards, orcs, half-drakes, manticores, dogs, demon diggers, and flying ape-centaur shapeshifters.

He squatted down next to the sleeping Garon, took out a small jar of wine (about three meters in diameter) from the psionic space, squinted and took a small sip, this is the "Midsummer" of the brewmaster Gulagast, since the last failed game of elegy, Gulagas got a good job in the Empire, and lived in the Northland with his friends for a long time.

Caesar sat and watched as the sky slowly darkened.

There was a dull sound of footsteps in the hallway to the royal court, and the elves fled the scene in fright, hiding in their secret hut in the sea of flowers.

This movement also attracted Caesar's attention, and the black dragon turned his head sideways with a bad face.

The Wyvern Guard walked briskly and said that there was a very powerful-looking character asking to see him, and Caesar was slightly stunned, not knowing who would be visiting at the end of twilight.

He motioned for the Wyvern guard to let them in, and he was waiting.

The man who came was indeed unexpected, they had met in other places not long ago, and in a sense they had fought side by side, but he didn't expect this guy to find this place - the Gilded Flame, the legendary ancient dragon Carl Dolan Prix Stannis.

Garon's nose moved, and the powerful and unfamiliar aura would cause his body to react instinctively, and the young dragon, who was already nearly fifteen meters long, woke up from his sleep.

"Stannis, Monet has been disposed of, I hope you have another reason to visit at this time." As soon as the man stood still, Caesar said with a bad face, "You have disturbed my dear brother's dreams. ”

"The Hydra is just one of many derivatives of Monet."

Stannis said hurriedly, hearing Caesar's words, he just glanced at Garon, and didn't even have time to think about why there was such a huge gap between the two brothers, "The real Monet is still in the Thorn Mountains, and has broken free from the seal and broken through the earth, a natural disaster!" ”

"Really?" Caesar nodded lightly, "It's hard work, you don't need to inform me." ”

"You still don't understand? Black Dragon. ”

Stannis took a breath and decided to get straight to the point: "Yuklasil is one of Monet's seals, and it is precisely because of its absence that this terrible monster breaks free. ”

Between the words, the golden dragon used a spell to recreate the scene to Caesar.

In the darkness of the absence of stars and moons, an aurora erupted from the depths of the mountains, which at first was just a thin line through the sky, and then quickly expanded into a pillar of light that was difficult to see directly.

The void rumbled and whispered, and the mountains trembled, and when the pillar of light disappeared, the place immediately collapsed, and the rivers of the entire mountain range converged in the middle, like spring water that nourished the ground. As the shaking intensified, cracks appeared in the earth, and the black cracks were filled with viscous black magma.

"The fission of the earth." Caesar sighed softly.

- Scarlet mist gushed out from the black cracks, and the magma flowing from the ground gushed out, and along with the magma appeared slender creatures, like dragons without scales and wings, their bodies glowing with metallic luster, and their pupils were hideously golden, and they crawled on the ground full of cracks, twisting their slender lower bodies, but as they crawled, they surged to their feet and leaped in all directions.

"Mind you, they're creatures long dead, not undead." Stannis pointed out to him that only a few of the basiosaurs were intact, some had half of their heads missing, some had their abdomen pierced, and most of them had fatal wounds, but they were still moving.

More and more dragon snake species crawl out of the ground and crawl to move, reminiscent of the spring when thousands of earthworms emerge from the soil, and then a huge crack appears that has no depth, and hundreds of tons of magma, earth and rock pour into the crack. Something huge struggled in the lava, its scales were indigo, its back was full of sharp bone spurs, and hundreds of black chains pierced its body, locking it firmly underground, but the chains couldn't restrain it.

Thousands of snake dragon species began to move towards the camera, they realized that there was a living creature in this place, and Stannis's location was found at that time, but this should not be the most important thing, the most important thing was that the chains on the monster's body in the crack were breaking one by one, and the air formed a tornado around that place, and countless snake dragon species stopped and stopped, propping up their heads and screaming excitedly.

At this moment, the picture came to an abrupt end.

"I ran away, before Monet completely broke free of the seal."

Stannis calmly explained, "It scared me, and I realized that I couldn't do anything on my own, I had to run as fast as I could, as far away as possible." ”