Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"Yes, I gave you the Black Book of Necromancy. This is one of the collections I acquired. Because this book is of little use to me, and I saw that you are interested in necromancy, so I gave it to you. It’s given to you.”

Under Noah's gaze, Wayne admitted what he had done, but Tyramus looked dubious, obviously still extremely confused about Wayne's identity as the King of the Undead.

"Are you really the devil?"

"Yes."

Wayne, who had already been interviewed by Noah once, in order to dispel the doubts of the young boy in front of him, took the initiative to propose,

"If you don't believe me, I can show you around my kingdom."

"good."

Tyramus didn't know the meaning of humility at all, so he agreed directly. He wanted to see with his own eyes how a living creature became the king of billions of undead.

"Father, is it okay?"

After agreeing, Tyramus saw Noah again and immediately asked.

"Go and watch it if you want, but after watching it, you have to say goodbye to your nephew."

"Are you here to take me away?"

"Yeah, it's time for you to rest for a while."

As a result, Tyrams, who had been happily following his nephew around the necropolis, became a little absent-minded, even though this time, it was different from any of his previous explorations.

Because this time, no undead attacked him anymore, and many legendary undead appeared to pay tribute to him. To be more precise, they offered their surrender to the nephew in front of him.

"You are really the King of the Undead. It's unbelievable. How did you do it?"

When the absent-minded Xiaolong saw more and more legendary undead appearing, and even saw the Grand Duke of the Vampire Race kneeling and prostrate in front of his nephew, his attention was finally drawn back and he felt very surprised. This was what he wanted. There are no similar records in the Dragon Clan inheritance that I learned about.

"Of course it's because of your father. Without your father, I wouldn't be where I am now."

"It has something to do with my father?"

"Yes, this is a very long story. Are you interested in hearing it?"

"If you would tell me, of course I would."

"But your father is still waiting for you."

"I've been waiting for him for eleven years."

Tyramus responded.

"Haha, let me tell you how I became the King of the Undead."

After meeting Noah, Wayne, who had eaten turtles several times in succession, couldn't help laughing, and then told the story of his step-by-step journey to becoming the King of the Undead in a very happy mood.

His mood has not been so cheerful for a long time, and more importantly, it has been a long time since he has met someone who can talk to him as an equal, and the little dragon next to him happens to be like this. He does not have to maintain the majesty of the king. .

"You are actually able to integrate into the City of the Undead with your own abilities."

After learning about Wayne's rise to power, Tyrams couldn't help but marvel,

"You are so awesome, nephew!"

Originally, Wayne was quite pleased to hear the heir of his great-uncle praise him so much, but when he heard the other party call him nephew, the smile that had just appeared on Wayne's face suddenly disappeared.

"...With the fall of the Immortal King, I became the most powerful being in this cemetery. It can be said that the reason why I am able to reach this point is inseparable from your father. If your father If you don’t intervene and help me, it will still be the era of the Immortal King.”

"But you work hard enough, and you are also very good!"

Even though he knew that the source of his suffering in the past eleven years was the junior in front of him, Tyramus knew that all this was ordered by his father, and he could not blame this nephew. He appreciated and admired what this nephew had done. .

"You are also very good, and you have begun to master the knowledge of the Black Book of the Dead. You are actually more suitable to be the king of the undead than me. How about it? Are you interested in succeeding me?"

"Don't you want to go down now?"

Tyrams felt a little confused, because according to his understanding, the Kingdom of the Dead was the polar overlord in the north, and even the Elven Court in Middle-earth was extremely afraid of it. How could anyone be willing to let go of such a force?

"Did you think you were the only one who wanted to leave this cemetery?"

Wayne stopped and looked at the young dragon behind him.

"You have only stayed here for eleven years, but I have been here for more than half a century, and I don't know how long I will stay in the future. It is far away and I don't know the end. This cemetery, to me, is a huge... Cage."

"But aren't you the king of the undead? There shouldn't be any undead in the cemetery that can restrain you. You can leave at any time if you want."

Tyramus had already seen the power that his nephew had in this city of the undead. The other party dared to take him around blatantly. Even the legendary undead cast a strange look, but not even one of them dared to ask None of them.

"I can indeed leave, but what happens after I leave? Without my restraint, the undead natural disaster will break out again. I can't sit back and watch such a tragedy happen because of me."

"No wonder my father chose you to be the King of the Undead."

"So, you want to take over from me?"

"I am still too young. I cannot make decisions for my future self now, so when I am qualified to succeed you, you can ask your future self."

The Lord of Billions of Undeads sounds like a tempting position, but for Tyramus, the son of the Holy Dragon, it is not too tempting. He chooses to leave this multiple-choice question to his future self to answer.

"Okay, I will ask you the answer when you are an adult."

Wayne was surprised by the answer of the uncle in front of him, but he also added,

"If I haven't found the successor by then."

"Okay, but I want to go back now."

When Noah saw his cub again, his cub's interest seemed much higher, and he seemed to get along very well with his great nephew.

"Father, can we go home now?"

"Of course."

Just like when Noah came, Noah, who led his cub up, also had a smooth journey.

"By the way, I want to tell you something."

When they arrived on the ground, a polar storm happened to be howling and sweeping in. In the snow, Noah looked at Tyramus, who was not very adaptable to the extreme cold environment, with a serious expression.

"What's the matter?"

The young dragon subconsciously retracted its wings to cover its curled-up body and resist the severe cold of the storm.

"Not long ago, I provided cross-dimensional support to your grandfather and grandmother. At that time, they were participating in a difficult war. In order to persuade them to return, I told them about you and your brother's existence."

"So, your grandfather and grandmother wanted to see me and my brother, so you brought me out of the underground maze?"

"Well, it is undeniable that this is one reason. On the other hand, your mother and I missed you a little."

Noah snorted and defended himself.

"I believe my mother will miss me, but do you really miss me? I haven't seen you in the past eleven years before today."

"You haven't seen me, but how do you know I haven't come to see you?"

"Father."

Tyramus was startled, but the chick did not give the reaction Noah expected, but showed a look of sudden enlightenment,

"So every time I feel that the difficulty of survival is getting bigger, it's because you, father, have come to see me?"

"Well, we should set off to go home now. Your grandfather and grandmother are injured now, so they are not in a good condition. What to say and what not to say, I think you should know in your heart with your intelligence, so I don't need to remind you too much, right?"

Noah changed the subject directly and did not answer.

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"Father, you haven't answered me yet."

Facing this chattering kid, Noah's response was simple. He tore open the space and threw the kid who was still trying to find the root of the matter into it.

When Tyramus fell dizzily from the space crack and returned to the material world, he was so dizzy that he didn't even want to talk.

Ugh~

The young dragon retched several times in a row, but he couldn't even spit out anything, because for eleven consecutive years, he hadn't even eaten a proper meal of meat, and basically lived on gems.

"Adjust your state, I will take you to visit your grandfather and grandmother later."

Noah appeared behind the little kid who was tossed around and reminded him,

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that sending you to the dead kingdom for training was a suggestion given by one of my elders. She will be there at that time, so you should be careful about what you say."

"Who is it?"

After retching several times, the relaxed young dragon subconsciously asked.

"You'll know when the time comes."

It is undeniable that Tyramus did have some thoughts of complaining. After all, who would suffer such a crime when their young children are being taken care of by their parents?

The only thing that made him better than those abandoned chromatic dragons was that his life was guaranteed. Apart from that, his living environment was so bad that even the dog-headed people would not look down on him.

However, when Tyramus followed his father into the palace where many blood relatives gathered, the smart young dragon quickly gave up the idea of ​​complaining.

Because the situation at the scene was clear at a glance, apart from his mother and grandparents, there were two golden dragons that looked not in good condition, and their strength, not to mention compared with his father, could not even be compared with the only human wizard present.

It was clear at a glance who the elders his father was referring to were, that is, the strongest man and dragon in this palace had joined forces to cause his tragic childhood experience, and the person he wanted to appeal to, in fact, was completely incapable of redressing his grievances.

"Mother, I'm back!"

When his biological mother Agnes came to greet him, Teramus had already made up his mind to hide all his experiences in the Underworld.

Even if he told the story, it would not only fail to solve the problem, but would also add troubles to the elders who really cared about him. Most importantly, his life in the future would probably not be too easy.

As a dragon, you can't just focus on the present life, you have to consider the future.

"Your father said you went to receive a special training. Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere? Let me see!"

Agnes, who is already an adult dragon, checked every inch of her offspring's body up and down. She could actually detect something wrong, but even if she opposed it, what would it do? She didn't have the strength to refute the decision of her partner.

"How can he be injured? Look, there isn't even a broken scale on him."

Noah spoke at the right moment.

It has to be said that the dragon that grew up eating gems is different. Although the scales are darker in color, they have a texture that is not found in ordinary golden dragon scales.

"Is this our grandson?"

"Yes, come on, Terra, come quickly and meet your grandfather and grandmother."

Agnes, who found no problem, led her children to meet the elders.

"grandmother!"

"grandfather!"

"Good boy, you must have had a very hard time during this time!"

As a mature dragon who had been active on the battlefield for a long time, Althea saw the problem in his grandson at a glance. It was a fierce temperament that only a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles could develop.

"grandmother!"

The sudden concern made Tyramus's nose sore. Looking at the kind-faced young human woman in front of him, a kind of warmth welled up in his heart. At this moment, he truly felt the affection of family.

However, it is precisely because of this that Tyrams chose to quibble,

"I'm having a good time."

"It's just a good life in some aspects. For example, in terms of food and accommodation, you have very good treatment, but in other aspects it is extremely poor."

As a golden dragon, Althea obviously understands the golden dragon's talent of telling only part of the truth.

"Apart from the fact that you are still a young dragon in terms of age and size, your temperament is nothing like it. You are more like a warrior and a commander. What have you experienced? To be able to develop such a momentum?"

"I have already said that I arranged for him to be trained in a secret place. If he is still like those young children who are pampered all day long, wouldn't it be in vain?"

Noah interrupted again.

"Good boy, ignore your father. Come on, tell your grandma, what have you been through during this time?"

Althea glared at Noah, and then comforted the grandson in front of her. She really wanted to know what kind of bastard things her son had done to cultivate a commander-in-chief temperament in such a young dragon.

"That's right, you don't have to worry about it if you tell us."

"I have experienced many battles, and during the battles, I began to use spells to enslave the opponent's soldiers, and then in turn, fight against the invading enemies..."

Tyramus glanced at his father, who was already looking up to admire the murals on the dome, and then began to recount his experience, but it was a simplified version and did not mention the undead.