It was only then that Caesar breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew very well that it was not wise to kill the true dragon Nosa Sylvia Ramborafa, to be honest, the other party was not Angela, not a young dragon who had just come of age and stayed in the dark region and no one cared about, but a real dragon who had lived in Eladya for more than four hundred years.

God knows if this guy will have some companion relatives who kill her and ignore the rules, Caesar may be subject to more ferocious and powerful revenge in the future.

Emotions aside, the best solution that the black dragon should choose is to control it.

But Caesar couldn't.

He's not Roy, and he doesn't have the means to enforce control over creatures like Roy (he's still thinking about it, and he doesn't know what Roy's methods are).

The old green dragon's magical attainments were beyond his imagination, it was not beyond Caesar's ability at all, it was stronger than him, if it weren't for the loss of the Dustless Land, under normal circumstances, Caesar would not be able to suppress such an old true dragon at all.

Surrender? Surrender to this?

Caesar didn't believe it.

How could an elderly true dragon and at the same time an ambitious lord of the green capital be willing to obey him and pat his tail, but he was forced by the situation of pinching his claws on his neck, if he really let the mother of poison slow down, I am afraid it will be a different scene.

Leave her behind, and there will be endless troubles.

Once the green dragon turns back and Caesar is fully exposed, Sylvia's revenge will make him powerless, and the forces that have been painstakingly managed are burned to the ground, so it is good to say that once he is caught, even if the green dragon does not kill himself, he will use magic to press himself under his claws, and he will not be able to turn over for the rest of his life.

This was unacceptable to Caesar.

Moreover, Sylvia, as a green dragon, has an invincible nature, and this guy wants to eat Luna.

So she had to die.

This is not a decision made in the heat of the moment, but a deliberate choice.

There will be gold, and there will be a mother dragon, but not now.

Caesar said to himself, letting go of the lifeless dragon corpse beneath him, and turning his gaze to the battlefield.

His dependents were drugged, so the Green Capital Legion was no match for the underground clan at all, and they were already losing and retreating, and after the Mother of Poison slept forever, these chaotic creatures were completely defeated.

The Wyvern surrendered, while the Blood Bat and the Thorny Beast scattered, only the ogre still resisted, but they were not for the Green Capital, but for the dead chief Doga, who wanted revenge.

Unfortunately, the ogre's path to revenge ends only in death, howling and fighting, and then being harvested by the undead knights one by one.

The war ended.

Boar people, digging insects, and shapeshifters are logistics subordinates, and they finally enter this area at this time, and they are responsible for cleaning the battlefield, counting battle damage, collecting weapons, and storing monster corpses as food storage......

This was not something Caesar needed to care about, the boar people were well organized and meticulous in their work, and their leader Pavre was very easy to worry about, Caesar should now ponder the issue of disposing of the dragon's corpse.

"Can you transform into a corpse dragon?" Caesar asked, without turning his head.

At the end of the war, he asked the Black Knight Naldero and other leaders to come to his side to look at the huge corpse of the green dragon and appreciate the greatest gain of the war.

"This ...... I think it should be. ”

Naydrow's voice was a little astringent, he really didn't expect that the Black Dragon Lord actually planned to repeat his old tricks and create a corpse dragon again.

In the real dragon, this should belong to the personality distortion type, right?

Even he, the undead, thought so.

"Just, my lord. The shadow energy of the original burial ground has been squeezed by the previous corpse dragon, and it will take at least two hundred years for it to recover naturally. ”

"The other two shadow pools have only been formed in the last few hundred years, and they are less than half as rich as the original burial ground, and the effect is worrying, so I really don't recommend you to do this."

It can be seen that this guy is very afraid of taking the blame, and he declares everything in advance and makes the worst result clear.

You must know that the transformation of the corpse dragon is the most inferior means of utilization, and it is itself a waste of the dead true dragon, and as a result, on this basis, it will now be wasted by half.

It's no different from a tyrannical thing.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of it, Your Majesty."

At this time, Hogg also interjected, he had been chiseled by the ogre chief before, and the wound on his stomach was not healed, and he added several new injuries on the battlefield, but his energy was still strong: "I agree with the Black Knight's statement, I don't recommend that you transform this dragon into a corpse dragon." ”

"How?"

Caesar turned his gaze to the leader of the gnolls, a little strange, he wasn't worried about Hogg's loyalty, but when he first transformed the Calamity Dragon, this guy raised his hands in favor, why has he changed now.

Could it be that now even the jackals have double standards?

"May I remind you, Your Majesty. The Green Dragon is not a Calamity Dragon, it is a true dragon native to Elradia that grew up in this land. ”

Hogg bowed slightly: "When I was very young, even if I was in a foreign country, I also heard the name of 'Green Capital Jade'. ”

(Until she reached old age and went to war with the Northlands and won, Sylvia was still known as the "Emerald of the Green Capital" rather than the "Mother of Poisons.") ）

"In Eladia, it's not that there are no stories of dragons killing each other, in fact, for those who break the rules, the real dragons will not go out of their way to find the offender to punish (this is inseparable from the laziness of the five-colored dragons), most of them will only start a war after a chance encounter."

Hogg whispered that he was very smart, and in fact, he had already seen the difference between Caesar and the real dragon, but he never mentioned it to anyone, just on the matter: "However, the transformation of the corpse dragon has touched the bottom line of the real dragons. ”

"Your Majesty, you know that the rules and bottom lines are completely different. In the eyes of the real dragon, this is equivalent to playing with the dead, and the green dragon is not as unattended as the disaster dragon, and the news can easily get out. ”

"And in Eladia, magic can make it impossible to hide. As long as the true dragons are interested in inquiring about the status of the green dragon, even if it hides it in the dark region, Your Majesty, you will not be able to avoid those eyes. ”

After saying that, Hogg lowered his head and was silent, he had said enough.

This guy, what a jackal?

These words caused Caesar to take his mind off the corpse of the green dragon and focus on the leader who had been with him for seven years, as if he had first accepted the allegiance of the gnolls.

Hogg the Gnoll, no matter how smart and strong he is, there is no way to obtain such knowledge, you must know that even Caesar knows nothing about it, how can this guy know so much?

"Why do you know?"

Caesar stared at the leader of the gnolls, he had already thought that there was a story about this guy, but he didn't ask or pay attention to it, but at this time, he couldn't help it, and his suspicion skyrocketed.

"This is an unspeakable story, Your Majesty." Hogg still had his head down.

"You can tell me quietly."

Caesar raised his chin and motioned for the Black Knight and the Lizardmen to leave first.

"As you may know, the newborn cubs of the gnolls are not much different from the cubs of the common coupon."

Hogg watched them leave, his eyes blinking, and he said, "Less than an hour after I was born, my parents were all killed, and I became the pet of a human noble mage, the kind of pet chained to a cage. ”

"A lot of things I heard from the nobleman's conversations with other humans, and although a long time had passed, and those faces had been blurred, I remembered everything they said, word for word."

"Later, when I was older enough to stand on two feet, I was sent to the gladiatorial arena to fight the minotaurs, the sheep men, and even some dragonmen......"