"Perhaps you should go and take a look, sir"
The Undead Knights stood in two rows, then knelt down on one knee and remained motionless, as if they were statues cast from black iron.
Caesar was quite concerned about the matter of the Skeletal Dragon, so during this period of time, the Undead had been keeping an eye on the Shadow Pond Burial Ground. He would also fly over from time to time. Recently, the Burial Ground had finally begun to show signs of abnormalities.
Countless bubbles emerged from the bottom of the Shadow Pond. The elemental energy there had been absorbed on a large scale, causing it to drop to a freezing point, and from time to time, a low vibration could be heard.
This was what Negendro had described, which meant that the time had come. The dead Disaster Dragon would become a Corpse Dragon and be reborn in the Shadow Pond.
"I think you need to witness this moment with your own eyes"
The Black Knight had also arrived, standing at the front of the Undead. His soulfire was very calm, without much emotion: "Only a small number of Corpse Dragons can retain their memories from when they were alive, which is extremely rare. Most of the newly born Undead are ignorant, so you should come out and subdue them as soon as possible"
In other words, it was time to harvest the fruit.
Caesar slowly crawled out of the nest.
In the past, the Undead had helped him scour the Disaster Dragon's treasure trove, but as a True Dragon that lived in the Underdark and had never come into contact with the outside world, although the Disaster Dragon had some savings, they were pitifully small.
Most of the things in its nest were gold, silver, copper, and other metals. The only piece of tourmaline that wasn't considered expensive in Airadia was treated as a rare treasure and was hidden in the deepest part of its nest until it was finally dug out by the skeleton soldiers.
How pitiful.
After Caesar found out about this, he couldn't help but sigh. Although he didn't care about these things, from the perspective of a dragon, this Disaster Dragon was really poor, to the point that it couldn't even take care of itself.
Perhaps the greatest torture for the Disaster Dragon in the Underdark was that it couldn't obtain any more treasures — — this was the nature of a True Dragon, so it was truly cruel.
Of course, those things could only be used in Airadia's world, so they weren't important right now. In contrast, Caesar cared more about the Disaster Dragon itself.
He wanted to witness the birth of the Corpse Dragon.
…
The Necromancy Domain was still the same as before. It was deathly still and completely silent, and only the cries of Decaying Crows and the whimpering of ghosts could be heard occasionally, causing it to seem even more horrifying.
Caesar did not change the ecology of the undead. The reason was that for the undead, strength and wisdom were a symbiotic relationship. Apart from the real high-level undead like Negendro, most of the undead did not know what death was. Caesar's methods did not work on the undead at all.
Therefore, the Undead Domain still remained the same, following the usual routine.
This made many northern clans envious. Since there was a truce, many monster clans wanted to come and live here to avoid the Black Dragon's high-pressure policy.
Of course, this was wishful thinking. Not to mention the scarcity of food and the poisoned water in the Undead Domain, the Black Dragon had already given the order that the border between the Undead Domain and the North still existed. The Black Knight's Undead Knights would be stationed there. Apart from the four special clans, the Gnolls, Lizardmen, Beastmen and Boars, no other clans were allowed to cross.
In order to make it easier to manage, Caesar had already designated living areas and hunting grounds for each clan. Now that things had just improved and were gradually getting on the right track, they would not be allowed to be trampled on and destroyed.
The oval-shaped building in the deepest part of the Shadow Pool was located next to the Blackwater Valley, between the Black Knight's Bone Hall and the Graveyard. The Black Dragon spread his wings and flew in the air, while the Undead Knights followed behind him. This time, their speed was much faster than before, and they arrived at their destination in just an hour.
The ancient Roman-style building still stood there.
Caesar did not know whether the shadow elements had become thinner because of the absorption, but he could see that the surrounding temperature had become lower. This place was so cold that the building made of earth and stone was covered with sharp icicles that were half a meter long, hanging down from the edge.
Many skeleton soldiers had a thick layer of frost on their bodies because they had not moved for too long, as if they were wearing heavy ice armor.
The Black Dragon crushed the snow under his feet, his claws sinking into the frozen earth, and came close to the Shadow Pool where the bones were buried.
The cold wind whistled, the hoarse sound of bones, and the strange movements at the bottom of the Shadow Pool were all heard by Caesar.
Indeed, it was almost time. A hundred days had passed, and the dead True Dragon was about to revive.
The Black Dragon's scarlet eyes stared at the dark green Shadow Pool, watching the bubbles that popped, broke, and swelled repeatedly.
This wait lasted for a day.
It was not until the dim light disappeared for the second time and darkness fell that the Shadow Pool became really active.
The blue Soul Fire appeared sporadically. At first, it was just a small trace, but then it spread rapidly from the bottom of the pool along with the rain.
Then, the whole Shadow Pool was ignited in flames.
The ground began to tremble, and the layers of snow were completely overturned. The ice on the walls surrounding the building fell one by one, shattering when they hit the ground. The cold wind rose and died out, and finally became silent.
"It's about to wake up." Negendro stood behind the Black Dragon and whispered.
The first thing that appeared was a huge bone claw with dark green pus flowing on it. It climbed directly to the edge of the Shadow Pool, and with a low whimper, two bare wings appeared. The Corpse Dragon's body was not completely black, but was dark grayish-brown.
In the end, the Corpse Dragon's small eyes were filled with the blue Fire of Soul. It had finally crawled out of the shadow pool. There was not a single scale or flesh on its body, only bare and sharp bones.
The Corpse Dragon looked left and right, then spread its bone-covered dark brown wings, blue flames gushing out of its mouth.
"A creature born after death to kill, the flames of vengeance burn everything."
This was no longer a Disaster Dragon. The Corpse Dragon's voice was completely different, deep and overlapping, like the common language of different creatures: "My name — —"
Saying that, it paused. The Corpse Dragon was not an Undead Dragon, so it could not retain its memories and abilities from when it was alive, so it had forgotten its own name.
"Angramo."
Caesar thought for a bit, then finally decided to give the Corpse Dragon the original name of the Disaster Dragon, only changing one syllable. Caesar whispered in Draconic: "Your name is Angramo."
[Scan analysis result: Energy construct lifeform]
[Comprehensive combat ability verification: 2/10]
The value wasn't high, because the Disaster Dragon's strength wasn't its physical strength. After losing magic, its strength had greatly declined, which wasn't surprising.
But that didn't matter. Although the Corpse Dragon wasn't a top-level undead like the Lich, the Death Knight, or the Undead Dragon, it was still a relatively high-level creature among the undead. It had a very high growth rate, and while it could become stronger through learning, it could also spontaneously awaken necromancy spells.
Perhaps it would become even stronger than the Disaster Dragon's predecessor in the future.
"Who are you?" The Corpse Dragon didn't directly answer, but instead asked in a low voice.
"Grace, the existence that brought you back from the dead. My name is Caesar Ortoronzo Tangerine, your current master."
The Black Dragon raised its head and responded.
The Corpse Dragon's two small eyes flashed with blue flames, stared at him for a while, then glanced at the Undead Knight behind him, bared its teeth, and began to move forward.
Caesar was indifferent. The newborn Corpse Dragon wasn't even a match for Negendro, so it didn't even pose a threat to him.
The Corpse Dragon approached, circled around the Black Dragon, and scanned Caesar from head to toe. Then, the Soul Flame in its nose moved, remembering his smell.
Then, the Corpse Dragon stepped back again, finally nodded, and said gloomily: "Thank you, father."
Before Caesar could respond, the Corpse Dragon spread its wings, flapped its blue flames, and soared into the sky, roaring in a hoarse voice: "My name is Yuge Angramo Tangerine.
Daughter of the True Dragon Caesar Ortoronzo. "
"All the undead shall submit to me!"