Only then did Caesar breathe a sigh of relief.
He knew very well that it was not wise to kill the real dragon NOSA Sylvia ramborafa. To be honest, the other party was not Angela, not a little dragon who had just grown up and stayed in the dark area, but a real dragon who had lived in the land of ayladia for more than 400 years.
God knows if this guy will have any friends and relatives, kill her and ignore the rules. Caesar may suffer more fierce and powerful revenge in the future.
If you can put aside emotional factors, the best solution that black dragon should choose is to control it.
But Caesar couldn''t.
He is not Roy and has no means to forcibly control creatures like Roy (he is still thinking about what Roy''s method is).
The magic attainments of the old green dragon are beyond his imagination. It is not within Caesar''s reach at all. It is stronger than him. Under normal circumstances, Caesar would not be able to suppress such an old real dragon if he did not suffer the loss of a clean place.
Surrender? Surrender?
Caesar didn''t believe it.
How can an old real dragon, who is also the ambitious leader of the green city, be willing to obey himself and pat his tail? It is just forced by the situation that his claws are pinched on his neck. If he really makes the highly toxic mother slow down, I''m afraid it will be another scene.
Leaving her will bring endless trouble.
Once the green dragon turns against the water and Caesar reveals his cards, Sylvia''s revenge will make him have no power to fight back, and his painstaking forces will be burned. Fortunately, once he is caught, the green dragon will use magic to press himself under his claws, even if he doesn''t kill himself.
This is unacceptable to Caesar.
Moreover, as a green dragon, Sylvia''s nature is invincible. This guy wants to eat Luna.
So she must die.
This is not a decision made by the brain to vent its anger, but a choice made after careful consideration.
There will be gold, and so will the mother dragon, but not now.
Caesar said to himself, let go of the lifeless dragon corpse under him and turned his eyes to the battlefield.
His family members took drugs, so the green capital Legion was not the opponent of the underground clan at all. It was already losing ground. After the highly toxic mother slept forever, these guys with chaotic nature were completely defeated.
The two legged flying dragon announced its surrender, while the blood bats and thorn beasts fled in all directions. Only the ogres still fought tenaciously, but they didn''t do it for Lvdu, but for the dead chief doga, who wanted revenge.
Unfortunately, the end of the ogre''s revenge is death. They howl and fight, and then they are harvested by the dead knight.
The war ended.
As logistics subordinates, boar people, ground diggers and deformation monsters finally enter this area. They are responsible for cleaning the battlefield, counting war damage, collecting weapons, and storing monster bodies as food
This is not what Caesar needs to care about. The boar people''s work is orderly and meticulous. Their leader Pavel is also very worry-free. There is no need to worry about it. Caesar should think about the disposal of dragon corpses now.
"Can it be transformed into a dragon?" Caesar asked without turning his head.
At the end of the war, he asked the Black Knight negendro and other leaders to come to his side, look at the huge green dragon body together, and enjoy the greatest harvest of the war.
"This... I think it should be OK."
Negendro''s voice was a little astringent. He didn''t expect that the Black Dragon Lord planned to recreate his old skill and create the skeleton dragon again.
This should belong to the type of personality distortion in the real dragon?
Even the undead thinks so.
"It''s just, my Lord. The shadow energy originally buried in the bone has been squeezed by the last skeleton dragon. It will take at least 200 years to wait for it to recover naturally."
"The other two shadow pools have only been formed in recent hundreds of years. Their wealth is less than half that of the original buried bone. The effect is worrying. I really don''t suggest you do so."
It can be seen that negendro is very afraid of carrying the pot. He declares everything in advance and clearly explains the worst result.
You know, transforming corpse dragons is the most inferior means of utilization. It is a waste of dead real dragons. On this basis, we have to waste another half.
It''s no different from a monster.
"With all due respect, your majesty."
At this time, Hogg also interrupted. He had been chiseled by the ogre chief before. 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. I don''t suggest you turn this dragon into a skeleton Dragon."
"What do you say?"
Caesar turned his eyes to the Jackal leader, which was a little strange. He didn''t worry about Hogg''s loyalty, but when he transformed the disaster karma dragon, this guy raised his hands in favor. Why has he changed his divination now.
Is it difficult that even jackals have double standards now?
"Please allow me to remind you, your majesty. The green dragon is not a disaster dragon. It is a real dragon native to ayladia. It grew up on this land."
Hogg stooped slightly: "when I was very young, even in a foreign country, I also heard the name of ''green capital emerald''."
(before entering old age, going to war with the northern countries and winning, Sylvia was still called "green capital Emerald", not "mother of poison".)
"In Aladia, there is no story of dragons killing each other. In fact, for those who violate the regulations, the real dragons will not deliberately look for the punishment of the offender (which has something to do with the laziness of the five color dragon). Most of them will go to war only after they happen to meet."
Hogg whispered that he was very smart. In fact, he had already seen the difference between Caesar and the real dragon, but he never mentioned it to anyone. He just talked about it as it was: "however, the transformation of the skeleton dragon touched the bottom line of the real dragons."
"Your Majesty, you know, the established rules and the bottom line are completely different. In the view of the real dragon, this is equivalent to playing with the dead. The green dragon is not as unpopular as the disaster industry dragon, and the news will easily spread."
"In aladdia, magic can make everything invisible. As long as the real dragons want to inquire about the status of the green dragon, even if they hide it in the dark area, your majesty, you can''t avoid those eyes."
With that, Hogg bowed his head and remained silent. He had said enough.
This guy is really a jackal?
These words made Caesar''s mind move away from the green dragon''s body and focus on the leader who had been with him for seven years, as if he had accepted the loyalty of the Jackal for the first time.
Hogg the jackal, no matter how smart and strong he is, he can''t get such knowledge. You know, even Caesar knows nothing about it. How can this guy know so much?
"Why do you know?"
Caesar stared at the Jackal leader. He thought there was a story about this guy, but he didn''t ask or pay attention, but he couldn''t help it and his suspicion soared.
"It''s an unspeakable story, your majesty." Hogg still lowered his head.
"You can tell me quietly."
Caesar raised his chin and signaled the black knight and the war lizard to leave first.
"You may know that there is little difference between the newborn cubs of jackals and those of ordinary wolves."
Hogg watched them leave, blinked and said, "less than an hour after I was born, all my parents were killed, and I became a pet of a human noble mage, a pet locked in a cage."
"I heard a lot of things when the noble talked with other humans. Although the time has passed for a long time and those faces have been blurred, I remember what they said, not a word."
"Later, when I grew up and could stand on both feet, I was sent to the arena to fight with tauren, sheep and even some dragon people..."