Black Dragon Code

Time crawls slowly like a snail, and this Underdark, which connects the Theron Gobi, is engaged in the largest war in history.

The beeping of bones and fire, the long song of knives and swords, the camp of the undead army is located in the shadow plain that divides the north and the south, and at this moment, even the dark curtain can't hide the figures of all shapes and sizes, fierce monsters are fighting undead creatures to the death fight.

"Negandro started to fight back, and the undead have formed a siege."

Angra appeared next to the black dragon lord at some point: "Although the skeleton soldiers are just buzzing like flies, as long as there are enough of them, they can also drown the giants."

"Your family is in danger, sir," she said worriedly.

"Very sensible play."

Caesar, who was watching from the high ground, nodded, and then turned to look at her: "It's just that I don't understand, as a half-elf, how could you appear in the Underdark, and how could you be with those undead creatures?"

"It's a long story, a mighty true dragon."

Angra showed a bitter smile: "If there is a chance, I would like to tell you slowly, but before that, I think you should take action to solve the current threat first."

At this time, there was a commotion in the habitat, and they saw two clans sprang out of it again, the orc and the wolf tribe.

Under the leadership of Garr and Hogg, they were like sharp knives, piercing into the hinterland of the undead army, turning the situation that had gradually become clear into a pool of muddy water.

"It seems that I have enough time to listen to the story." Caesar looked at the half-elf beauty in front of him.

"Then, as you wish."

Angra gave a lady's salute. Her voice was very pleasant, with a touch of sweetness in her coldness: "As you said, I come from the earthly world."

"Thousands of years ago, this Underdark region had not been sealed. Countless monsters poured into Elradia through the magic node, and fought with the orc fortress stationed in the Seron Plain—oh, yes, Your Excellency, May I ask if those orcs still stay in the Sailong Plain?"

"It's gone. After thousands of years, the plain has long been turned into a desert, and that fortress has also been abandoned." Caesar replied blankly.

"Really? That's a pity."

Angela showed a nostalgic look, paused, and continued: "My mother—a pure elf, an archmage, she joined the war to defend the North, and fought side by side with the orcs..."

"However, the orcs betrayed her in the end, threw her into the Underdark together with those monsters, and blocked and covered the diversion exit with magical creations."

"I have been looking for where the exit of the Underdark is, but I have found nothing until your arrival."

"In fact, my mother was already pregnant at that time, but as an elf, it was too difficult to survive surrounded by monsters. She could only seal me until An Ding died many years later. That’s why I chose to give birth to me.”

Angela said that what she said was half-truth and half-false, and secretly changed a few concepts, replacing the disaster dragon with an elf, and saying that being an enemy of the orcs was fighting side by side with the orcs.

Of course, this couldn't scare Caesar, who already knew her true identity. Heilong felt a little regretful when he found out that Ji Yelong hadn't told the truth in the end. He still held some hope for Angela, but the other party didn't sincerely trust him.

Caesar was discouraged, ignored the sincere half-elf, turned his head and looked down.

He knew that the encounter between the two armies did not rely solely on swords and spears, offense and defense, but also the illusory concept of morale, which is precisely the most powerful thing in the undead army. Most undead creatures do not have garbage emotions such as fear and panic. There is no sense of death, so they are always at the peak, always fighting high.

But this is exactly what his dependents lack. They have no organization or discipline, and they don't even know why they are fighting.

He was just fighting with his ferocious instincts and the leader's orders.

If this continues, although the casualties of the monsters are much smaller than that of the undead, as time goes by, they will collapse and flee sooner or later, giving up fighting.

Yes, don't expect too much from these guys, even if they already know that if they fight to the death, they can get the fruits of victory and wipe out all the undead, but they can't hold on until that moment.

Nature is inalienable.

Caesar is already mentally prepared for this. After all, his subordinates are all low-level monsters, not super war weapons like Dragon Tooth Soldiers, Archon Protoss, and Dawn Legion. It is difficult to achieve that level.

(Note: Dawn Legion, the Southern Sunset Empire Legion of Aladea, among which there are real dragons serving, once stepped into the bottomless abyss, and fought in the devil's home field. This deed is engraved in various epic legends, Caesar Also heard about it.)

However, as the bard Schiller said, those who know how to manipulate elite soldiers to fight can only be called officers, while those who know how to manipulate peasants in the countryside can be called lords.

Caesar's subordinates are living creatures, not machines, so it is impossible to be emotionless and fearless of death. In fact, the more intelligent creatures are, the more obvious this emotion will be.

If Roy's army is fighting against the undead at this time, I'm afraid it's time to use the magic war horn.

Caesar didn't have that kind of thing. This horribly poor black dragon didn't even have a single gold coin in his body, let alone more high-end and expensive magic wonders.

So, after thinking about it, he realized that he could only encourage his dependents through other means of encouragement.

"The fire is almost here."

Caesar whispered to himself, everything is too late, his goal has been achieved, if this continues, the monster clans may be defeated and flee in fear, it is time for their master to come out, he has to let them know who he is for Only fight.

The black dragon twisted its neck and began to move its body.

"My lord, do you want to end in person?"

Angra asked abruptly. She is very smart and can guess the other party's plan through a few movements of the black dragon: "Please allow me to follow you. The half-elf knows some humble buff spells. Although they are not useful, they should still be able to have some effect."

"Yeah?"

Caesar smiled, showing his white and strong teeth, stared at her, paused for a while before nodding: "Well, the undead are the most ruthless creatures, you must be careful and consider everything more. Don't put yourself in danger, no one can protect you on the battlefield."

"Please rest assured." Angela also smiled and nodded in response, not understanding the meaning of Caesar's words.

Then, the black dragon spread its wings.