Caesar negotiated with the visiting elven king and allowed the elven envoy to stay for a day.

But in the end, they picked up the little one.

This is the request of Luna's parents, Caesar is not good at blocking it, and he has no intention of blocking it, by this time, the black dragon has no longer restricted the freedom of the little goblin, if the little one wants to go home for a while, he can do it at any time.

Before leaving, Luna clung to his scales as always, shattered in the black dragon's ear, and whispered for a long time before reluctantly coming off Caesar's neck, assuring him that she would be back in a month or two at most.

After all, the little guy didn't stay with the black dragon for a short time, and after her last return, Caesar had entered a three-year slumber halfway through, and even less time to spend with each other.

"It's okay, let's go."

In this regard, Caesar did not have much parting sorrow, and was able to understand the family feelings of these kind creatures, and besides, the Elven Forest was not far from the nest of the Black Wings, and the two places could travel at any time, Luna's little emotions were a little too heavy.

This time, the elven king Garcia personally answered, so Caesar didn't have to worry about the safety of the little one, and he could let her go.

After that, their Imperial Wind Majesty also came to say goodbye to the Black Dragon Lord, and in just one day of meeting, the two sides did not agree on anything, but Garcia had hidden concerns about the powerful Dragon King, so he proposed some conceptual agreements to Caesar similar to harmonious coexistence, equality and mutual assistance.

In this regard, the black dragon didn't pay too much attention to it, and dealt with it casually, and reached a weak verbal agreement with her.

……

Seeing the elven envoy disappear from view, Caesar turned his head sideways and said to the leader of the flying dragon, who had been following him as docile as a kitten, "Erha, go and find that mage." ”

When Luna left, Caesar immediately took on the role of Black Dragon Lord, and thanks to the addition of the half-lich Wren, many of his previous plans that could not be implemented due to the lack of spellcasters in the Blackwing's lair were now on the agenda.

"At your disposal, Your Majesty." The half-lich soon arrived, kneeling before the Black Dragon Lord.

These days, it has studied the ecology of the Blackwing Clan and found that this place is indeed different, and the legendary Dragon King is not only very different from other real dragons in appearance, but also in mind.

But all the five-colored dragons can't implement such strict class control in their own territory, and even if some of them have this idea, they can't really implement and maintain high-pressure standards.

This has to do with their nature, with the laziness of the five-colored dragon, they will never bother to keep an eye on matters related to their dependents.

But in the Blackwing Clan, the creatures here strictly follow these systems, almost like humans, which is incredible to Wren.

It can be seen that the Black Dragon Emperor's ambition is beyond imagination.

"Mage."

It wasn't until the half-lich had finished explaining the etiquette of the meeting that Caesar said, "If the corpse of a real dragon is placed in front of you now, what are you going to do with it?" ”

Wren was stunned for a moment, he didn't know how the Black Dragon Emperor could ask such a question, could it be that he was interested in necromancy? Or do you want to consider your own knowledge?

"Necromantic Dragon, Your Majesty."

Though he didn't understand, the half-lich replied, "If it were a dragon corpse that had retained the essence of magic, I would transform it into a necromantic dragon." ”

"You have what it takes?"

Caesar was slightly surprised, he remembered that the Black Knight had told him that the Necromantic Dragon was the best use of the dead True Dragon, and its value was much higher than that of the Corpse Dragon, but it required the painstaking manipulation of the high-level necromancer, and the movement was large and eye-catching.

The movement here does not refer to the sounds or visions produced when the necromantic dragon is created, but to say that a high-level undead creature like this may attract the attention of the gods when it is first born, especially some chaotic gods who keep an eye on the undead are quite likely to be perceived.

"It requires a few foreign objects, some sacrifices, but it's not difficult, I think it's okay." Wren said that the half-lich was intelligent and sensitive, and when the black dragon asked again, it immediately realized the problem and became excited.

In the hands of the Dragon King, it is very likely that he really holds a dragon corpse!

"Nope."

Crimson eyes sparkled, Caesar thought for a moment, but still gave up this plan, and asked instead: "Can you use the dragon blood baptism of the dead true dragon to give dragon veins to other creatures?" ”

The Necromantic Dragon is indeed powerful, and an elderly green dragon like Sylvia, once it is successfully replaced, it may not be much weaker than when it was alive.

But putting aside the hidden danger of hostility from gods and true dragons, the current Black Wing Nest does not need the supplement of cutting-edge combat power, and one Caesar is enough.

Its shortcomings lie in its own middle-level strength.

Over time, both Gary, Hogg, and Nero have gradually become unable to keep up with the needs of expanding their power, and with the corpse dragon Angramo alone on the other side, these loyal clan leaders are the true mainstay of the Blackwing Lair.

Caesar can't do everything himself, he wants to raise the middle and high-level power of the entire Blackwing Clan.

"Yes."

The half-lich pondered for a moment, still nodded, and then added: "But there are many limitations, first of all, it depends on the power of the true blood in the body of the dead dragon, and also considers the ability of the endowed, the more powerful the recipient is selected, the higher the requirements for the quality of the true dragon's blood." ”

"Leader of the Dog Demon, have you seen it?" Caesar mentioned a more representative clan leader.

"Yes."

"What kind of dragon blood does it need?"

"Dog Demon Descendants, they themselves have purgatory blood, if you want to give them dragon veins."

Wren thought for a moment and said earnestly: "That requires at least the true blood of a prime-age dragon, if it is a red dragon, it may be more compatible with them." ”

"Really?"

Caesar grinned, "Looks like your answer is enough to satisfy me, mage. "The black dragon was originally a little worried, for fear that Sylvia's true blood would not be enough to supply, but now it seems that it is more than enough.

He also didn't want to think that an elderly dragon was already very rare and powerful in Eladia.

"It is my pleasure to serve you, Your Majesty."

Wren humbly said that the longer he spent with the Black Dragon Emperor, the more he could feel his strength, which made the half-lich more cautious.

"Follow me, mage." Caesar turned his head, his tail turned in an arc, and he began to walk back.

The Black Dragon Treasury is in the deepest part of the Emerald Palace, and the passage is unusually wide.

The light and shadow lurked, and the translucent masonry walls reflected the huge black dragon and the small mage, and the left and right were lined with pairs of continuous stone pillars, which stretched to the depths of the palace.

Unlike the scorching heat of the Northland, it was always cold in the Emerald Palace, and on the way, the Black Dragon Emperor did not speak, and Wren did not ask, silently following him until the end.

"Squeak—" Caesar opened the door to the treasury.

The place was not much smaller than the halls of the Emerald Palace, filled with piles of gold, silver, and precious stones, as well as magical artifacts on crystal containers, as well as some frescoes and artefacts spread out, all of which seemed to be of great value.

"Don't look, Wren Shamir."

Wren admonished himself, forcibly holding back the mood swings of the soul fire, lowering his eyebrows, and not looking at the dazzling array of valuables.

You must know that all planes, all realms, no matter what kind of true dragons, are obsessed with their treasures, and any peeping glance can lead to their thunderous rage, which will lead to an extremely tragic end.

Wren had to be cautious.

Caesar glanced back at the half-lich, his crimson eyes shining and expressionless, and repeated, "Mage, follow me." The black dragon continued to walk deeper into the treasury.