Black Dragon Code

The black dragon curled up in a ball, its wings and tail were tightly drawn, but its eyes were not asleep, and its scarlet vertical eyes, like the night, shone brightly in the dark.

Caesar is very clear that a high-level undead like Nagendro has abandoned the emotional cognition of living creatures, so it is impossible for him to swear allegiance just by meeting and saying a few words, even if allegiance is nothing more than A lie, they have to be truly subdued.

A war is inevitable.

And this is what Caesar is happy to see.

For the current Black Dragon, the source of soldiers is no longer a problem, the focus is on how to tame these evil clans into a whole and integrate them into a real legion.

The method used by humans to train the army in the previous life will not work here. The biggest characteristic of the evil race is disorganization and discipline. Maybe they will restrain themselves in front of the black dragon lord, but whenever Caesar leaves, these guys It will immediately return to its original shape.

Even killing them is useless, the chaotic attribute has been implanted in the bone marrow when they were created. There is a common slang in the above-ground world-"nature is invincible", which is applicable to all races in Elradia.

So Caesar thought about it, but he couldn't find a good solution to this problem. He could only let these guys go through the baptism of war, and in the forging of blood and death, he would forge the scattered iron into a complete Weapons, let them be twisted into a rope to form a real combat power.

This is why Caesar still chose to let the black knight Nagendro leave after guessing what the undead might do. It is impossible for him to bring such a group of monsters to attack the green dragon Sylvia. With the Green Capital Legion, which has experienced many battles, doing so is tantamount to going to die.

Desperately attacking Ludu, once he fails, the enemy will not give him a third chance to come back.

So before that, Caesar must choose a less powerful opponent to use as a whetstone to hone his army, let them try their hands, and know what a real large-scale war is and how to deal with it.

Only in this way, his monster soldiers will have a chance to compete with the Green City Legion in the future.

...

As expected, the army of undead arrived as scheduled.

It was an overwhelming body of corpses, stretching into a boundless sea of ​​bones. The turbulent ignorant skeletons became the main force of the undead tide, among which were dotted with Liches, Wraiths, Gargoyles and even Death Knights.

They came to the edge of the northern domain, but did not launch an attack immediately, but gathered in the distance. The black knights stood still, as if holding back and waiting for something.

The scout gnolls had reported the situation, but Caesar wanted to see for himself, so Hogg and Gall followed him through the blackbough grove and up a sandstone slope.

The strong black dragon half stood up, looking down at the nearly endless sea of ​​bones, he knew how to accurately estimate the number of people.

"More than ten thousand."

After observing for a while, Caesar said that most of them were ignorant skeletons with low combat effectiveness, but there were also many powerful undead mixed among them, and there were also spellcasters.

"I think so too, Your Majesty."

Hogg said while pointing: "The forwards are strengthened skeleton soldiers, equipped with long swords and bone shields, and equipped with bone arrows for long-range strikes. The right wing is a corpse witch, and the left wing is a wraith. Most of them know some subtle spells, and the number varies. two thousand."

"The undead are twice as numerous as the evil race."

Caesar said that from a distance, those high-level undead are no different from humans, wearing steel-cast helmets, and there are blood marks on the damaged cloak.

"Indeed, but the fighting power of the undead is generally low, and it cannot be compared with the evil family members of the adults. The superiority in numbers cannot help them win a victory."

Gal smacked his lips and said that after seeing the even more frightening Green City Legion, the orcs were not timid in the face of this kind of battle.

"What do you say? Can you defeat the undead army?"

"easy.

’ replied the orc leader.

"But it also takes blood."

Hogg added: "But I guess, this is exactly what you want, Your Majesty. Only after the underground race has been forged and tested in this war can they have the ability to fight back to Elradia."

It was almost dawn when the black dragon returned to the lair, and the light in the Underdark reappeared, but it was still gray, and a wind was blowing from the north.

The ditch surrounding the family camp has been half dug, and the forest is full of wild boars, who are cutting branches from the black branch tree and cutting them into pickets to stand outside the ditch.

In Caesar's view, such fortifications are unnecessary. They are not fighting humans, but the undead who are not afraid of pain and threats. The value of these things is very little.

However, the wild boars, being strange creatures of the Underdark, are very different from other clans in their diligence and prudence. They will not stop and rest in undefended camps. All the wild boars insist on this without exception and must build fortifications.

The black dragon lord let them go.

They are not strong in combat, but may have untapped engineering talents.

Caesar thought, and then said to the quilboar leader: "Pavel, let your people rest, the undead are ready to fight."

"Yes, Your Majesty, warriors thirst for blood."

So far, the performance of the wild boar clan is not bad. Pavel has a higher status in the heart of the black dragon than the leaders of powerful clans such as manticores and barrogs. The wild boars respond quickly, tirelessly, and tirelessly pay attention to all details. Maybe it can be of great use.

Soon, Caesar gathered his family members. He remembered the names of the leaders of every clan under his command—after the evil race joined Caesar, the leader had to go to the Black Dragon’s Lair every three days to report the clan’s recent situation. Report the details one by one, and submit to the Lord of the Black Dragon to know.

Since he often went to inspect the habitats of different clans, Caesar was generally able to know the specific situations of these guys.

The monsters quickly gathered, and the clan leaders arrived at the black dragon's lair, all kneeling before their master.

"The undead want war, we give them war."

When everyone was present, the terrifyingly strong black dragon who was hidden in the darkness slowly said: "Actively attack, I want you to launch an attack tonight, under the cover of night."

"But they have skeleton dogs and spellcasters to scout, sire."

"Oh?"

Caesar stared at the many clan leaders under his command, his scarlet eyes swimming among them: "Are you afraid?"

"My king."

The leader of the troglodytes stood up and said, "Let's deal with those outer whistles. They are not scouts, but a pile of barely moving bones."

"We can do it too." The twisted-looking burrower interrupted.

"that's it."

The black dragon agreed: "You attack from three sides, the troglodytes and the diggers are the forwards, and the manticores and gray horses are dispatched from the left and right."

"Bargod tribe, you claim to be the strongest, well, the most difficult task will be entrusted to you."

Caesar glanced at the clan leaders and began to assign tasks: "I want you to form a wedge formation and forcefully break through the middle."

...

"Go, let me see if you are as fearless and powerful as you boasted when you joined the Black Dragon Legion."

Next, Caesar watched these clan leaders spend an hour finalizing all the details, agreeing with each other on a joint response strategy, arranging mutual assistance and support, and how to deal with emergencies.

During this process, the black dragon remained silent throughout the whole process. He wanted to see how far these guys could go in the face of war with the wisdom of these guys.

Finally, the clan leaders left with orders, waiting for the dark curtain to fall.