A giant black dragon, two juvenile dragons, and a half-human necromancer, such a combination must be quite a strange sight.

Garon followed the Black Dragon Lord into the desolate dead city without saying a word, but he noticed that the gloomy necromancer kept looking at him and Blackxia, with a strange expression on his face that seemed to be a little troubled.

This detail relieved Garon, it seemed that the necromancer did not know where they were going, and Ortorenzo should not be malicious and did not want to make himself and Blackxia into necromantic dragons.

Yes, after meeting the half-lich Wren, Garon was worried about it all the way, but Blackthea was very broad-hearted and felt that there was no such possibility, and she either complained sullenly along the way, or rubbed it up and got close to Ortorenso, and was not afraid at all.

It's a pity that Caesar has never had a good impression of this female dragon, although according to the aesthetic standards of the black dragon, Blackthea is indeed one of the best beautiful dragons, and it is rare among the black dragons, otherwise it would not have made Garon follow him with all his heart.

However, although Caesar also had their aesthetic standards, such a sharp and craggy black dragon was really unattractive to him.

"Blackthea, I'm ahead of me."

Approaching the dark gate of the abandoned ruins, Caesar suddenly stopped, turned his head, and stared condescendingly at the little dragon next to him: "The days ahead will not be as good as you imagined, and it is still too late to leave." ”

"Uh-huh, I know."

Blackthea nodded hurriedly, seemingly planning to hug her thighs and never let go: "You will always need us, you can see it, I am very obedient." ”

"I hope that the next time we meet, you won't cry to me and complain." Caesar let out a barrage of laughter, stopped talking, and carried them on.

Blackthea was confused, and still didn't know where the big black dragon was going to take her and Garon.

She glanced at her stupid brother, and now the guy made a reassuring expression at her, and didn't ask anything, and followed the Black Dragon Lord with his head down.

Hey, that idiot. She sighed and crawled forward with her head down.

The barren ruins are still the same, surrounded by sparse ruins, and there is no sound of people, only the wind is haunting, rolling up the debris and rubble, and the aftermath is endless.

As you get closer, a sparse number of undead begins to appear around you, and gradually increases.

It was a skeleton with a short blade and a bone shield, and the soul fire in the eye sockets was vigorous, and they were not afraid of death or fear, and when they saw a living thing, they immediately smacked their jaws and rushed forward to attack.

Wren took the initiative to show that as a necromancer, he has a unique way of dealing with these unintelligent skeletons, this guy can enslave some low-level undead, force them to become his minions, and kill the skeleton soldiers who accompany them.

"Your Majesty, this place is infested with shadow elementals."

Wren said, but there was no follow-up to this sentence, it knew that it only needed to remind it, and the black dragon lord had his own judgment.

The shadow elemental is actually necromancy, which can also be seen in some large cemeteries, which is not uncommon, but this place has a little more content.

"Really?"

Caesar glanced around, the corpses of the ruined city were increasing, there were many half-decayed human corpses around, it seemed that this place had welcomed the visits of adventurers from the Northland countries in the past three years: "You will see more." ”

As he spoke, the Black Dragon Lord stretched out his right claw and opened the dark door hidden by the ruins of the rocks.

A dark underground passage appeared in front of them.

The smell of damp earth and the sour smell of rotting leaves immediately permeated the air, but of course, there were other smells such as broken bones and dried blood.

"What is this?"

Wren noticed the anomaly before Garon and Blackthea, and took two steps closer to each other, with a palpitation.

It finally knew where the monsters such as the Dog Demon and the Dark Curtain Manticore under the command of the Blackwing Lair came from, and the Dragon King held a dark region, and this place may be the passage that connects there.

Garon stood still, twitching his nose and sniffing, but made no sound; Blackthea hurried over and looked inwardly curiously.

"Let's go." Caesar was the first to take a downward step, his voice calm and unwavering.

After passing through wide, tight passages and untold magical nodes, they finally reached their destination, a dark realm that had been completely reduced to the realm of the undead.

And at the end of the exit of the wide passage, the blue fire was blazing.

The Corpse Dragon and the Black Knight are waiting here.

Blackthea's body became stiff, this place was far less warm than the earthly world, the cold and the darkness followed, but the mother dragon did not tremble because of this, in fact, the black dragon was very suitable for the environment here, and it was the terrifying corpse dragon that really frightened her.

- There is nothing more terrifying for dragons than this.

The stupid Garon's eyes widened as well.

"Father."

When she heard the skull-dragon call Caesar that, her scalp exploded, her heart palpitated, the blood flow all over her body seemed to stop, her whole body was cold, and her limbs involuntarily retreated, trying to escape.

"Blackthea."

The voice of the Black Dragon Lord, at this moment, sounded like a sin from the abyss of hell: "Where are you going?" ”

The she-dragon stopped in her backward steps and let out a series of dry laughs: "No...... Not. ”

She didn't even dare to ask where the corpse dragon came from, no real dragon could tolerate the existence of a bone dragon, not even the most vicious and violent black dragon, who often surrounded the undead.

But at this moment, Blackthea's originally proud and swollen heart seemed to burrow into a dark hole, she was timid, her words stuck in her throat, and she did not dare to question Caesar in any way.

After more than ten years, the change of the head dragon in the three sons is indescribable, he is no longer the black dragon who led them desperately in the water and the beast herd, she heard Wren call him the king of dragons, and the Black Wing Clan Mountain called him His Majesty, whether it was his power, or the power of the Black Wing's nest and the undead realm, it was an interface that she could not touch.

Blackthea is timid, she shouldn't have come, but is it too late to regret it now?

"Angelamo."

She heard the Black Dragon Lord say, "I've got you two companions. With that, Caesar turned his gaze to the two young dragons and gestured to the corpse dragons.

"They need the right guidance."

The Black Dragon Lord's words were full of deep meaning, but he didn't say much, instead chatting with the corpse dragon: "How is the undead realm lately?" ”

"Very well, father, we are always ready for battle."

As the Black Dragon Lord spoke to the Corpse Dragon, Blackxia shuddered, knowing that Caesar wanted to keep them in this barren dead realm, not the rich and magnificent nest of the Black Wing.

"No!"

Blackthea's emotions became intense, she wailed, rushed up and hugged Caesar's sharp metal scales, interrupting his conversation with the corpse dragon: "Caesar! You can't leave us here and leave us with a dead dragon, I'm going crazy. ”

"Don't, don't. You can let us stay in the Blackwing's Lair, or whatever, I'll listen to you, but don't torture me like that, it's a bone dragon! The little she-dragon couldn't stop begging.

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