Hogg did have a long story, and Caesar was interested in listening to it, and he was meticulous in some details, asking questions from time to time, and the jackal, although fluent, took a long time to tell his background.

The successive victories in the Colosseum, which earned his master a great fortune, began to value the gnoll cub.

For a long time after that, in order to show that he had been domesticated, Hogg was like a dog, really a dog, a domestic dog, and even imitated his habits perfectly, very well-behaved, even if his master asked him to harm himself, Hogg did not hesitate.

Moreover, this guy has known how to speak, but he has never opened his mouth, and behaves like a degraded and mentally retarded stupid beast, only barking at dogs, howling wolves, and wagging tails stupidly.

To show off his taming skills, his master had removed Hogg's collar in public on more than one occasion, but the gnoll was clever enough to expose him to his short moments of freedom, even when he took off the chains that were used for restraint.

The image of a loyal dog, Hogg has maintained for six years.

Six years is enough to grind a person's vigilance to the ground, and six years have made even Hogg himself begin to doubt whether he has really been domesticated.

But at the critical moment, he still made a choice that belonged to the jackals.

During a wild hunt, this much stronger than the average gnoll pet devoured its owner, killed all its companions, and regained its freedom and began to escape.

He had ruled over more than one group of gnolls, but all of them had been torn apart and wounded in battles with other beasts and monsters, and had been exiled all the way to the wilderness.

If it weren't for the encounter with the black dragon, Hogg might have been a real character.

Of course, it is still now.

At this time, it was already very late, the voices on the battlefield gradually stopped, and only the troops in charge of the follow-up work in the underground clan continued to wander on the battlefield - cleaning the battlefield is not a small errand, although it is not dangerous, but it is also a big project, and it is estimated that it will last a day or two.

The other clans, on the other hand, had already gathered together to celebrate and cheer, and this was the first victory of the underground clan in Eladya itself, and it was certainly worth remembering, they fed on meat and blood for wine, and they formed groups with each other, boasting and roaring one after another.

"Okay, I got it." Caesar said to the leader of the gnolls, "Go down and rest, for your wolf cubs are waiting for you." ”

"Let me leave, Your Majesty."

After careful thinking and consideration, Caesar finally gave up his plan to transform the green dragon into a corpse dragon, first, the undead shadow pool has limited ability and cannot be transformed; Second, even if he can be perfectly transformed, he may not be able to afford the consequences of doing so.

Killing the true dragon of the same camp, violating the rules, at most being excluded and hostile, meeting and fighting; And playing with the dead is equivalent to breaking through the bottom line, which is the enemy of the entire dragon clan, and will be jointly killed.

Moreover, there is also a hidden consideration that the green dragon is different from the calamity dragon, the god of the calamity dragon is the night dragon Farrazul, while the god of the green dragon is the dragon queen Tiamat. That is the common main god of the five-colored dragons, and I have to worry that Caesar is afraid that he may have to deal with that one in the future, so it is better to be more restrained.

In fact, he himself really wants to have another daughter, and when the time comes, he will be raised underground, and he feels beautiful when he thinks about it.

Never mind!

***

The black dragon opened its mouth, and the ice breath poured out again, completely freezing the dead Mother of Poison, creating a magnificent but terrifying ice sculpture, this guy didn't think of a way to deal with the dragon corpse, and decided to refrigerate it for the time being.

In fact, he didn't have to do this, because all magical creatures, before the elemental energy in the body escaped, their corpses are difficult to decay, and the real dragon is not an undead knight, they have a flesh body, and while the energy ensures that the skin and flesh are not decayed, the skin and flesh can in turn lock the energy well.

It's a virtuous circle.

Of course, none of these Caesars understood that this Eladia was blind from another world, and some of the cognitive concepts were ingrained, believing that ice could better preserve dead things, and he did.

This is a bitter orc who is responsible for helping him carry the dragon corpse, the frozen green dragon is thirty percent larger than the original, and these guys live in the scorching north, and their resistance to cold and temperature is quite low.

In the end, this coolie can only be handed over to the undead knights, and somehow, these bone racks and frost, wind and snow, are inexplicably compatible.

The Mother of Poison has returned to the Green Capital, to the Emerald Palace, and at the same time, she has brought a new owner here.

Caesar began to take over the forces of the Green Capital in an all-round way.

The bipedal wyverns, who are the Green Dragon's Guard, are the first to declare their submission, and as dragonborns, they are rightfully subject to the more powerful true dragons, even if they were once Sylvia's henchmen, a nature that cannot be changed.

"We're glad to be of your service, my lord, and it's a pleasure to do so."

The dragon leader prostrated in front of Caesar, and Sylvia's death didn't cause the slightest emotional turmoil to these guys, but the wyverns still maintained a steady aura, even before the Mother of Poison fell into eternal sleep, they swore to fight to the death for her.

The head of these creatures resembles that of a black dragon (not Caesar's, of course, but a normal black dragon), but it is smaller and sharper, it has only two hind legs, hooked toes like enlarged chicken claws, and its forelimbs are like wings like most birds, covered with small, mottled and ugly scales and feathers, and its tail is snake-shaped.

They are said to be a hybrid of a true dragon and a griffin, with sharp teeth, and some of them are gifted with the ability to breathe acid, such as the leader of the wyvern in front of them, which Caesar noticed during the war.

"Very good, your name will be Erha in the future." The leader of the lizardmen has been killed in battle, and the name has been given to a new candidate.

Caesar, in order to avoid some possible incidents, decided to organize these dragonborns together as an independent army, and did not intersect with other underground clans.

He had already thought about it, and in the future, the dragon leader in the Black Dragon Legion would be named Erha, which was a title, a glory, a history, and a lineage.

The black dragon was satisfied with this.

"Thank you for your kindness." The leader of the wyvern hunched his back and gladly accepted it.

In addition to the bipedal wyvern, Caesar also ordered his dependents to capture the fleeing thorny beasts, those monsters are also very strong, especially in positional warfare and defensive warfare, causing a lot of losses to the Black Dragon Legion, he has no intention of letting them go.

The main reason for summoning the flying dragon is to do something important enough.

"You've been by the side of the green dragon for so long, you should know where Sylvia's treasure trove is, take me there." Caesar gave an order to the leader of the dragons.

Even though the dragons are so powerful and cruel, there are still countless people in Eladea who flock to them, including a few truly good people, but most of them are just under the slogan of "justice", coveting the rich treasures that the dragons have burned and looted.

The death of every dragon is a carnival of warriors.

Of course, this is a normal ecology. Even Caesar didn't feel anything wrong with being a five-colored dragon, and besides, it was the time for the Black Dragon Legion to revel.

The abundant wealth of the Green Capital, along with the eternal sleep of the Mother of Poison, will all belong to him.

However, the leader of the Wyvern gave him an unexpected reply: "I beg your pardon, my master. The word treasure is taboo, and the green dragon is not allowed to mention it. ”

"Even I don't know where the Mother of Poison's treasures are hidden."

These words made Caesar turn his head, and his red eyes stared at the leader of the flying dragons again, and this guy also had a premonition that something was wrong, and then added: "But, my master. ”

"I know that the Mother of Poison does not allow anyone to set foot in the Emerald Palace, and behind the main hall, it is an absolute forbidden place that no one dares to set foot in. Except for the Mother of Poison, no one knows what exactly is there. ”

What else could there be? Except that she regards it as a treasure of life.