After several rounds and a crappy dirt road through sand, mudflats, and weeds and shrubs, the troops stopped again in the black cedar forest.

Count Brando and Roy were already waiting to greet them.

Through the small window, he looked left and right, and found no trace of the camping place, which was sparsely populated, harsh, and full of poisons, and it was hard to imagine that a lord and nobleman should stay in a place.

And there are very few attendant guards beside the other party, only a few dozen, but all of them are very capable, and they seem to be cronies selected from the die-hard troops.

Caesar got out of the car.

"Welcome."

Count Brando was still the same as before, his eyebrows and eyes were still in his clothes, but in the verification device, the ability value displayed was only five, which was much lower than that of his retinue.

It's a real person this time, right? Caesar thought.

Without much politeness, the Brandos led him to sit down in a makeshift hut, and began to sign a contract and become allies in a humble environment.

The contents of the treaty had been drawn up long beforehand, and the Count had written down the name of "Tyne Brando", and it was only for the Targaryen to be handed to him directly.

Caesar took it, glanced at it, placed it on the low table, and wrote "Garon Targaryen" again, then put the pencil aside and stared at the reaction of the Brando.

The contract is still not in force.

The Count paused, a hint of surprise and annoyance flashed in his eyes, and then he was well disguised, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency Targaryen, Brando has shown full sincerity. Now, it's your turn. ”

"Nope."

He said, "Now it's your turn." ”

Bonfires were blazing, and a few rays of lightning swept across the gloomy sky.

Roy slowly got up, not even knowing why he had to take two steps back. He stared at the forest elf with a weak presence and had been silent, his brow furrowed.

What's going on? Suspicion took over his chest, and the inexplicable words of the Earl of Targaryen unnerved him.

We confirmed.

Roy tried to reassure himself, don't be like this, and listen to what the noble lord is going to say next.

"What are you talking about? I have signed my name to the god of liberty, and now it is your turn, please sign your real name, Your Excellency. The Count was slightly annoyed, but explained anyway.

"My real name is Caesar Ortorenzo Targaryen. Maybe you've never heard the name, but this voice, Roy—"

Count Targaryen kept a gentle smile all along, but in the course of these words, his voice gradually changed, from the elegant tone of an ordinary southern nobleman, to a deep and hoarse voice: "-I think you should remember. ”

The crackling of the campfire echoed through the camp as if the stones were echoing each other, and Roy shuddered as he grasped the hilt of his sword at his waist.

Black Dragon.

"Bang."

Count Brando also noticed the problem, and quickly overturned the low table in the grass shed, and the knights of his cronies immediately reacted and immediately swarmed up.

"Send us away!" The Count shouted.

At the same time, the spellcaster who had been standing silently behind him raised his staff, and there was no one in this pro-guard force who was not unpleasant.

And yet—

A dust-free place.

The illusory ripples not only made the caster's spells invisible, but also made all the magical items crumble and crack, and in the incredible gaze of the people, the giant claws poked out of the smoke screen, and the huge black dragon stood tall, occupying all their vision.

The first to die was the spellcaster, the archmage whose mana was blocked, was as fragile as tissue paper in front of the black dragon, and was smashed into a mess of mud by sharp claws, and the flesh and blood were mixed with the pitch-black robes, and there was no distinction between them.

Count Brando, trying to escape, took a step, but came to a halt, his defenses already ineffective, and endless flames rushed in, and when his head was poured down, his cry was drowned out by the sound of the flames.

In the next second, the Count's clothes and skin began to evaporate, and Tyne Brando fell, instantly reduced to charcoal.

In the rear, the shapeshifter minions showed their claws and fought with the knights, and some tried to flee and shouted for reinforcements, but they were immediately hit hard and consumed by the flames.

"Whoosh."

One, two, and three, a total of three poisonous arrows were fired at the black dragon's mouth, eyes, and ear holes, but they did not work, either they were swept by the flame in the air, or they were blocked by hard eye membranes, or they did not enter the ear holes and did not make waves.

At this time, only Roy could barely keep his composure, he did not escape, knowing that no one could be faster than the black dragon.

The second son of the earl clenched the hilt of his bronze sword, glanced at his brother, who was already too frightened to move, and decided to take the risk.

He didn't retreat, but rushed towards the forest fairy who had been staying by the black dragon's side.

The blazing heat burned Roy's back like a blazing fire, and he began to run, knowing that if there was anything that could keep him alive and find a way out, it would be the forest elf.

I'm going to have to threaten the Black Dragon with it.

This was Roy's only thought, and the knight next to him used his long sword to deal a hard blow to the shapeshifter in front of him, but before he could find the next opponent, he was swept by the flames and rolled on the ground wailing.

Fire, fire everywhere, like a hell.

As you run, the distance is rapidly decreasing.

However, just as he thought he was about to come into contact with the forest elves, the Flame of Destruction swept in front of him, leaving a wide scorch mark on the ground; Hope is like a candle in the wind, annihilated without a trace.

"I surrender."

There was no way, Roy decisively threw down his weapon, showed it to the enemy with his free hands, he glanced at his brother, who was uncared for, raised his head and said: "I surrender on behalf of the Brando family, let me live, and everything in Kaki will be yours from now on." ”

Caesar looked down on this weak but astonishingly capable human, greedily enjoying the surging pleasure of controlling life.

"I can do things for you, and with a little support, I can control the entire Rhine and give you all the help."

Roy felt the smell of blood in his mouth, and the smell of cooked meat and ash in the air, and said, "I can swear to all the gods that I will always be loyal to you, and I will never take revenge or betray you." ”

He waited for the black dragon to reply.

However, there was no reply.

The huge black claw grabbed Roy's body, pinched, twisted, twisted twice, and the blood and bone stubble overflowed from the cracks in the claws, leaving behind with gravity.

Before, Caesar had a brief hesitation, not thinking about whether to spare Roy's life, but thinking about whether he should pry out the secret of the method that can force others to swear allegiance from this guy's mouth.

In the end, the black dragon still gave up this plan.

Nothing is unreasonable, if you want to obtain unimaginable abilities, you have to pay unimaginable costs, and there are some things beyond cognition, so it's better not to be contaminated.

Since he doesn't even know about it, he naturally won't find him if there's anything.

Discarding the flesh and blood residues that could no longer be seen in human form, the black dragon opened its mouth and roared silently, killing all the humans in this area in an instant, not a single fish escaped the net, and no one was left alive.

Immediately afterward, the morphers who had settled down began to disguise themselves again, taking on the form of members of the Brandor family and knightly squires.

"Leave, I'm going to burn this place and destroy these traces."

Caesar stared around twice, then said to the leader of the shapeshifters, "Kaki's human affairs will be left to you for the time being, do what I command, and don't let me down." ”

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty."

The clan leader disguised as Count Brando knelt in front of him and kissed the black dragon's toes: "Everything we have, you own." ”

The flames were surging, like a volcanic eruption, and the land was completely swept away by the flames, and the black dragon's breath burned everything.

It was a long time before Caesar spread his wings and returned to his territory with the little guy behind his neck.

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Volume I, end.