"His Majesty will lead us to the surface world and to our new home."
This rumor had been circulating among the Black Dragon's kin for many days. This matter was first mentioned by the special clans and revealed by the Jackalans. Then, the Black Dragon's personal guards, the Battle Lizardmen, also talked about it.
Since it was mentioned by Caesar's core kin, the credibility was naturally quite high.
Not long ago, the Wild Boar people began to enter the large clans and were responsible for counting the number of people and the recent status of the tribe. Some of the more sensitive intelligent clans obviously smelled something different and couldn't help but imagine.
Restlessness began to spread, and the monsters began to wait.
And on the last day, the Black Dragon's order finally arrived.
All the clans under the Black Dragon's rule in the Underdark had to bring more than 80% of their strong clans and be led by the new clan leader after the reform to gather in the Black Dragon's Lair.
This was a signal that there was no war in the Underdark, so even the most ignorant clans could realize that they might really be able to leave. The Black Dragon Lord would lead them to the surface world.
The Black Dragon's order made the clans excited.
… …
The weather in the Underdark had not been very good these days. Thunderclouds gathered and scattered, lightning flashed, and cold wind rose and fell in waves. The already dark sky became even darker, and acid rain fell from time to time.
It seemed that this was not a good time to go to war.
However, Caesar couldn't wait any longer. After five years of recuperation, although his subordinates hadn't been forged into an iron plate, they had at least formed a certain level of fighting strength. They could fight against the Green Capital Army.
If he wanted to go to the next level, it would probably take decades of reform and adjustment. Caesar did not have that time. He had waited long enough. He wanted to return.
The bonfire was burning brightly, crackling and exploding.
The Beastman blew a heavy horn made of the horn of a steel bull and the tusk of an elephant. The sound it made was like the whisper of a giant dragon, guiding the monsters to gather.
The Mount Wolves that were born and bred in the Underdark howled with their necks outstretched. Beside each of them stood a warrior of the Stone Crow clan. These Mount Wolves were originally given to the Beastmen to solve their weakness of being slow.
Countless monster clans were pouring in.
Nero led the Demon Hounds as he strolled past, looking around with his scarlet eyes. They were the strongest fighting force under Highlord Black Dragon's command. Their tyrannical bodies and claws were enough to make any creature tremble in fear.
Now, they were shuttling between the various clans, in charge of maintaining order, resolving conflicts, and suppressing riots.
"It seems that the news is true. His Majesty is preparing to take us out of the Underdark. All the clans have come."
The Manticore Leader led its clansmen into the encampment. It looked around and realized that there were many monsters around. If it didn't use its wings to fly, it would be difficult to see the end of the encampment.
"This will be a powerful army, but there are also many cowards hidden within."
Beside it, a Manticore Leader kept looking to the left and said in a low voice, "Ankhegs, those guys are here too."
Before the Black Dragon ruled the Underdark, ankhegs had always been the Manticore Lion's food. However, after Caesar changed the ecology of the Underdark, all his kin were not allowed to kill each other. They could only look for food in the hunting zone.
It hadn't been long since this change, so the Manticore Lions still remembered and could even recall the tender and smooth texture of the ankhegs.
In truth, the Dark Mantle Scorpion Lion Clan was quite resentful. They believed that they were the first clan to pledge their allegiance to the Black Dragon Kaiser. Moreover, they were responsible for spreading the word of the Black Dragon and taking the first contribution.
But in the end, they were not promoted to the ranks of the Privileged Clans. Instead, the Boar Men were first, and the Manticore Lions could only maintain the same status as the ankhegs. This made these intelligent and jealous fellows feel very unbalanced.
"It's only a matter of time before we become Privileged Clans."
The Manticore Leader glanced at his companions. He knew very well what his people were thinking. "As the only clan under His Majesty that can use long-range attacks, as long as …"
"Manticore Clan of the Dark Mantle, your position is over there."
A Boar Man stood on the platform and shouted at the approaching Manticore Lion, causing the Manticore Leader to swallow his words. At the same time, he pointed in the direction of the Manticore Lions.
"I really don't understand why His Majesty values these Boar Men so much."
The Manticore Lion continued to complain in a low voice, "These scum, we only need ten minutes to clean them all up. Not a single one will be left."
"Enough!"
The Manticore Leader reprimanded in a low voice, a little angry. It seemed that if it wasn't for the fact that it was afraid of causing a commotion, he would have slapped the Manticore Lion with his claws. "If we really want to compare strength, do you think we are stronger than the Demon Hounds?
The Demon Hounds are not part of the Privileged Clans.
If you have the time to complain, why don't you help me study what His Majesty cares about the Boar Men. "
… …
After the Dark Mantle Manticore Lion, many other clans arrived one after another. They were ordered to gather here, anxiously and uneasily waiting for Lord Black Dragon to appear.
"The Beastmen have been accounted for. Everything is ready, my king."
A Battle Lizardman ran in to inform him.
Caesar nodded. He had long since grown tired of staying in his nest, so he immediately climbed out of it.
Actually, he didn't want to do this. From Caesar's perspective, deliberately arranging for his subordinates to wait for him for so long was simply asking for trouble. He had nothing better to do. His pride wasn't at the level where he needed to be satisfied with this kind of nonsense.
However, this was Airadia. This was the Underdark. Here, whether it was humans or monsters, they all fell for this. As a True Dragon, he had to maintain his dignity, he had to put on airs, he had to be arrogant and noble.
Hmm … these were Luna's words. He didn't know if they were true or not.
Amidst the low sound of the horn, the Black Dragon slowly climbed out of the nest.
The monsters slowly opened their mouths, and their knees involuntarily trembled. They raised their necks and looked at Lord Black Dragon, who they had to look up at at a ninety-degree angle.
What kind of dragon was this?
It had a sturdy body that was completely different from ordinary True Dragons. It had huge wings that were completely different from others. Its entire body was densely covered in beautiful and shining crystal-like scales. Ferocious barbs decorated the scales. Even from far away, its red eyes could be seen clearly.
It seemed to be glowing.
The noisy gathering point quickly quieted down. Even though Lord Black Dragon hadn't made a sound, it still couldn't be ignored. The gazes of all the creatures involuntarily gathered on Caesar's body.
It couldn't be helped. He could do whatever he wanted just because he looked scary.
It was just a joke. In reality, when Caesar appeared, the pressure of his life force swept across the entire domain without restraint. All the monsters trembled together, and their bodies and souls had a momentary deviation. They were like little birds that had been targeted by a snake.
The vast area suddenly became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.