Angelamo had wanted to wipe out all possible threats, but the emblem she stumbled upon caused her to change her mind—these people were just minions, and someone else was behind them.

Maybe it had something to do with the blockade of the Empire's borders, she thought.

The corpse dragon lowered its head and stared at the remaining humans with its huge eye sockets surging with soul fire: "Your master has abandoned you. ”

The corpse dragon gathered the corpses around it, and the wandering spirits wailed in its claws, "They are dead, but you are still alive, and I hope you are a smart man—tell me who is behind it." ”

“……”

Overwhelmed by the irresistible undead dragon might, he fell to his knees, blood running down one cheek from the top of his head, and the pale haze of the black mist returned the golden yellow of his hair to him, like a sudden glimmer of life.

The warrior looked up at the wretched spirits, and with a melancholy look in his eyes that the undead could not comprehend, a bitter smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the fire of life that had been burning suddenly was extinguished, and Angramo died instantly without any action.

The corpse dragon sensed something was wrong when Aobo's face showed a strange expression, and in an instant, he reacted quickly, trying to use undead magic to ingest the soul of the deceased, but it was still a step too late, and the human soul was crushed by some unknown force and then dissipated.

She lowered her head and looked at the souls in her claws, only to find that they were all ignorant fragments with no memory or wisdom.

"He is a devout believer."

Angramo confirmed, a little annoyed and confused: "He shouldn't belong to the Mother of Dragons." ”

Whether it is Caesar or other clan leaders under the command of the Black Dragon who have the ability to think independently, they all subconsciously think that the enemy this time is most likely Tiamat and her five-colored dragons, but the truth does not seem to be the case, judging from the camp that Tiamat is in, it is not easy for her to have the kind of believer who is willing to die at any time, and it is impossible to give up so easily.

The corpse dragon knew that Caesar should be informed about this, but did not leave immediately, because she was afraid that the other party would have a backhand, so she obediently did not enter the elegy tavern to disturb Luna, and slowly retreated into the black fog and hid again.

In the afternoon, the streets were clear again, and the flow of people quickly filled every corner of the streets and alleys, and a skeletal dragon suddenly appeared in the city, even in a mixed city like Blackwing King, which would have caused an uproar, but the streets were calm, as if nothing had happened.

If you stay in the royal city for a period of time and observe carefully, you can find a terrifying fact, some of the people who come and go in the royal court are always stereotyped, never making a sound, never looking left and right, and their expressions are always the same.

……

"It's a shame to fail."

When Jon Arthur heard the news, he couldn't help muttering to himself that although he was also a believer in the god of war, Quelkzad, he was not an inflexible and stale person, on the contrary, he was quite hopeful that the assassination plan would succeed.

Because of the gods' absolute superiority in obtaining information, whether it is him, the believer of the god of hunting, or the five-colored dragon, they all know very well the importance of that forest fairy to the alien black dragon, if they can kill that little thing, the black dragon Targaryen may lose his mind and go crazy - and that's exactly what they want.

Jon Arthur rode at the front of the group, they had entered the northern frontier and were about to join their allies, and Kohor's army scattered behind him, like a forest of spears, swords, shields, and spears, slowly moving eastward.

That night, they camped on the southern border of the desert, adjacent to the lair of the ancestral blue dragon "Tyrant", and an adult green dragon arrived at this time, bringing the latest information from the front line.

"Our king wants me to tell you that she has made contact with the Blackwing Empire, and that a dozen or so manticores will probably never return to report to the Black Dragon Targaryen."

The green dragon landed in front of Jon Arthur, and even the legendary swordmaster, the master of the other Kohor city-state, his tone was still not polite: "Now, we have more than twenty companions distributed on the border of the Northlands, blocking all reconnaissance spells on the opposite side. ”

"You blocked their borders, how did that black dragon react?" Jon Arthur asked.

"Stand still and wait and see. The alien dragon Targaryen has a fairly high degree of intelligence, and judging from the information we have gathered, he will rarely take the initiative until the dynamics are unknown. ”

The green dragon replied, "But that guy has already sent a large number of scouts to spread around the border, and as time goes on, it won't be long before he learns the truth about us and snatches back his vision one by one." ”

"So?"

"So you have to bypass the Northlands from the rear and attack the Elven Forest, as soon as possible."

The green dragon said in the usual tone of an evil dragon, and then glanced at Jon Arthur's troop allocation: "Your Majesty Tiamat has found out that that place is the hometown of the forest elves, and if there is a crisis, the black dragon lord will most likely go to the rescue." You'll have to force the xenosaurus out of his territory, and it's not hard for you. ”

"Isn't it difficult? It's a self-defeating one. ”

Jon Arthur gripped the hilt of his sword: "The Elven Forest is a colony of good races, and it is not something that can be captured in a short time, and when we are dragged into the quagmire of war, the black dragon will rush from behind us. ”

"I didn't let you capture the Elven Forest, you just need to hurt those cowardly and kind races and lure the alien dragons over."

The green dragon glanced at him: "As long as the Black Dragon Lord is not there, our king can chisel through its so-called empire, and that guy is actually blind and does not have the ability to use teleportation spells, and the speed is not as fast as you think." ”

"It's still not easy."

Jon Arthur pursed his lips, "What we got wasn't enough for my soldiers to take such a risk." ”

"Then you have to ask your God."

The green dragon's message was over, and it was not interested in saying anything more to the pesky humans, flapping its wings and returning to its lair.

Alex's ultimate goal this time is not to defeat and kill the Black Dragon Lord Caesar Targaryen, that is very difficult, and the allomorphic dragon seems to have become stronger again recently, and it can't be done with Alex's current ability alone.

Neither she, nor the followers of the other two gods, were instructed not by the alien black dragon itself, but by Targaryen's territory and dependents, and their gods asked them to find a way to destroy the black dragon's logistical haven so that he would have no place to live in Eladia.

After that, the alien dragon Caesar will usher in the pursuit of the three gods without leaving a breath, and will inevitably be crushed by the endless hunting of the gods, ushering in the end and coming to the end.

This is a powerful enemy, in the main material realm already has a certain ability to resist the suppression of the gods, it is difficult to kill it with one blow, but Tiamat still has a way to deal with it, in fact, many allomorphic dragons were hunted to death by her in this way, and the reason why she wanted to kill that forest fairy to make the black dragon crazy is also the reason.

Because of their own particularity, gods are always invincible in the main material realm unless they die, but the creatures that grow in Si are different, it is difficult for them to break free from this boundary, and the astral realm is even more dangerous.