In the snow, the skeletons around him gathered more and more.

Saga flicked his tail, and in a dense click, a dozen skeletons in a circle nearby shattered into broken bones and limbs.

But as long as the skull is not shattered and the soul fire is not extinguished, for these undead creatures, it is not considered death.

The axe-wielding skeleton that had just been stunned broke into two.

Its severed arm was tossed aside, now holding the broken sword it had snatched from the other skeletons.

Saga paused, turning his head to look at the half-cut skeleton.

Under the curious gaze of the little young dragon, only the upper half of the skeleton was holding a broken sword that looked like a small dagger, and after crawling over, it pulled Sagar's scale armor with its stingers.

Saga felt itchy.

It's quite comfortable.

For the little dragon, these skeletons hit with just the right amount of force, and the feeling they gave him was as comfortable as a massage.

"The skeleton technician service is good, I'll try it again next time."

Saga muttered quietly.

"But I have something to do now, so I won't play with you little skeletons."

As soon as the thought moved, the hypergravity field burst out with Sachar as the center.

In a flash.

The skeletons that had gathered in the hundreds, as if they were being pressed down by an invisible hand, cutting wheat, fell in unison, and the sound of crackling bones was incessant.

It is centered on a small dragon standing tall.

Around the corner, all the skeletons fell to the ground, and not a single one could stand.

Click........... The little skeleton that flew away from the broken sword for a while, clenched its fists, raised its bony hands tremblingly and with great difficulty, and crawled on the ground with perseverance, wanting to knock Zachar's head.

It is a stubborn skeleton.

Retracting his gaze, Saga ignored the half-cut skeleton and walked away.

At this time, Saga didn't know that this was his first encounter with the core dependents who would follow him in the future, king-level cadres.

One of the four kings of the emperor: Bone King Wu Ergong!

Without further ado, it wasn't until the young dragon stepped over a step engraved with necromantic runes and entered deeper into the ruins of the undead that the skeletons stopped and stopped.

After stepping over the steps, Saga felt that the temperature around him was significantly lower.

A thick smell of decay poured into his nostrils, a natural breeding smell after the death aura had become strong enough to a certain extent, coupled with the breath of the undead creatures around him.

Continue forward after a few minutes.

A beleaguer-shaped building, missing half of its dome, looked tattered and devastated in Zachar's field of vision.

The black-gray aura of death was like a haze that enveloped the mutilated obelisk, releasing an aura of decay, ominousness, and evil.

Meanwhile.

As Saga approached the obelisk building, clusters of faint blue flames lit up out of thin air in the black-gray aura haze.

As Zachar approached, the flames grew brighter.

The temperature around him seemed to become even lower, and some suppressed gasps, low roars, accompanied by various silhouettes that gradually appeared, appeared here.

After the figure became clear.

Saga could see that the ghostly fires were burning quietly and dancing in the eyes of the undead creatures.

Greedy, hungry, bloodthirsty............ All kinds of eyes were focused on the little dragon's body.

The master of these gazes.

Gargoyles, Undead Knights, Corpse Witches, Heavily Armored Skeletons, Ghosts............ Faintly showing a tendency to encircle, Zaga was surrounded.

Unlike the unintelligent skeletons encountered on the outskirts of the ruins of the undead, the undead creatures here are of a higher level and all have a certain amount of intelligence, and some of them are even far more intelligent than ordinary humans.

Saga stopped at the same time.

Surrounded by the undead, the little dragon is untimid.

In the cold and dead silence, Saga raised his chin and said, "Alfred, keep these undead stinking pieces away from me, and then stare at me, and dismantle all your bones for the Dragonblood Hound to use as a teething stick." ”

This has been going on for almost two years.

The range of the baby dragon has expanded to the entire Thorn Island, and from time to time it soars over the Isle of Thorns, so all the creatures living on the Isle of Thorns are aware of Sagar's existence and the identity of the Empress Dragonson.

Each dragon represents endless wealth.

Dragon scales, dragon teeth, dragon meat, dragon blood, dragon horns............. They are all precious magical materials that are hard to find, and if a low-level adventurer can capture a young dragon and have no ideals, he can have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

However, even if the little dragon at this time did not have the ability to protect his precious dragon body, no intelligent creature dared to attack him on Thorn Island.

None of them.

In the previous three battles to seize the island, the power of the empress has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

With the strength of the legendary dragon, the Empress can be anywhere on Thorn Island and turn the little insects who dare to do something to her dragon into ashes.

After a brief silence.

A tall, burly undead dressed in heavy black armor stepped out of the obelisk.

Death Knight Alfred.

Every time the death knight stepped down, the hideous iron boots made of steel came into contact with the ground, the ground trembled slightly, and the surrounding death aura also vibrate, and when he moved, the rough sound of steel rubbing against bones sounded from the death knight's body, with a strange oppressive force.

When it appears, the surrounding undead creatures automatically retreat to the sides, making way for them, and bow their heads at the same time, in submission to the Death Knight.

Soon.

The Death Knight walked up to Zagar.

Up close, Saga took a closer look at the Death Knight.

The three-meter-tall body was much taller than the little dragon that landed on all fours at this time.

At the same time, a thick aura of death surrounded its body, tumbling endlessly, and the hideous black heavy armor enveloped its whole body, and even its face was hidden under the steel armor, revealing only a pair of deep, soul-burning eyes on its body.

"Your Highness, welcome to the death knight Alfred."

Facing the young dragon, the tall and burly Alfred beat his chest with one hand, making a sonorous sound.

It was a formal knightly ritual to Zachar as an expression of respect.

The Death Knight understands that the most proud, arrogant, and proudest true dragon of all known dragons is none other than the red dragon, the head of the five-colored dragons.

And what Sachar has received is the Red Dragon Inheritance.

[We are born kings, we are born lords, and we are the ultimate rulers]

[The whole world should sink in the shadow of the true dragon's wings]

[The only meaning of the existence of all races is to be enslaved by the true dragon, otherwise, they should not exist]

…………

Whether Saga wants to admit it or not, these ideas derived from the Red Dragon Inheritance have been quietly rooted in his heart, lingering like a shadow.

And Sachar has never refused to reject his current identity and those inheritance ideas.

After all, he didn't become some inferior creature like a slime jackal, but a dragon, the top magical creature in the endless world plane of the multiverse.

Straight to the point.

The death knight's solemn treatment gave the little dragon respect and face.

Saga grinned, revealing his still immature dragon teeth.

"Good, I see your respect for the real dragon."

After a pause, Saga raised a claw and continued, "I can call the shots and let you pay one copper coin less for your taxes this year. ”