The Black Dragon was hidden in the damp, dark underground. This place did not belong to any of the three branches, but was instead an independent underground lair located at the center of the connecting points between the various camps.
This way, Caesar could guard against the Mother of Poison's sudden attacks. After receiving the Demon Hound's message, he could quickly reinforce the branch army.
Every day, he would summon a clan leader, using this opportunity to understand the situation and discuss strategy. He took turns to summon each clan leader, not showing any personal preference. Whether it was a privileged clan like the Beastmen or a marginalized clan like the Grey Centaurs, they all had the opportunity to express their thoughts to Lord Black Dragon.
Even the Boar Men and Ankhegs in charge of logistics had the opportunity to discuss strategy. Caesar knew that he was not smart. He needed the opinions and suggestions of these clans. Although most of them were not effective, they might provide him with some ideas and open up a new structure.
At the same time, he did need to meet these commanders to understand the deployment of the various branches. Then, based on the actual situation, he would slowly adjust the distribution of forces.
It was a little raw, but Caesar was working hard to learn how to be a qualified lord.
Indeed, although he was much stronger, he still could not break away from the little Black Dragon in many aspects. There was still much to learn.
However, he had to take it step by step.
Ever since the operation against the Green Capital began, there had not been any large scale battles, but small scale battles had occurred. Every day, his clan would encounter the Green Capital's army. Perhaps the Black Dragon's subordinates would ambush the Green Capital's scouts, or perhaps the Green Capital's minions would ambush the Black Dragon's subordinates. Both sides had victories and defeats, and they fought endlessly.
However, Caesar did not make a move from beginning to end, quietly observing the changes. Without seeing the Green Dragon, he would not make a move.
Silvia might know who her enemy was, but she would never guess what the Black Dragon of the past had become or how powerful he had become.
This was his greatest advantage, so Caesar had to wait until the Green Dragon appeared before showing himself. Then, he would take advantage of the Green Dragon's misjudgment of his strength to crush the Green Dragon's throat.
He only had one chance.
The Green Dragon was not an idiotic target. She was an old Dragon, an old Pentashade Dragon who had experienced countless battles. She had both strength and rationality.
Caesar guessed that the Green Dragon would probably run away at all costs if it encountered a fatal threat.
Even the silly and overconfident Red Dragon knew the principle of running away if he couldn't win, let alone the Green Dragon.
Caesar had a strong physique and great strength, but he was no match for the Green Dragon, who knew how to use magic. Once the Green Dragon escaped, it would be difficult for him to catch up.
There was one more thing that should not be forgotten. The old Green Dragon's Energy Assessment was higher than Caesar's, but he just happened to have the means to suppress the other party.
Therefore, Caesar did not plan to fight back and forth with the Green Dragon. If he waited until the other party figured out his strength, he might still be suppressed.
In this situation, Caesar's strategy was to fight to the end once he showed himself. He would use his [Command] ability well and do his best to defeat the Green Dragon in one go.
This was the reason why Caesar, as the Black Dragon Overlord, had never taken the lead and charged forward with an irresistible force.
Moreover, in a situation where the lords of both sides did not show themselves, the Black Dragon's side already had a considerable advantage. There was no need for him to personally take action.
At this stage, the monster clans, under the tactical guidance of the multi-angle harassment and hunting, were constantly reducing the control of the Green Capital, forcing the other party to give up most of their territory.
After receiving the Black Dragon's instructions, these guys from the Underdark did their favorite evil things. They burned the fields dry, poisoned the wells, destroyed the mineral veins, plundered the livestock … They did everything they could. As long as something in the Green Capital fell into their hands, they would first destroy it.
At the same time, these guys also caused unprecedented damage to the rainforest environment, which made the little girl's heart ache when she found out.
By the time Silvia reacted, changed her strategy, and gathered her forces to recover the lost territory, all that was left was broken walls and ruins.
At that time, when the Mother of Poison found out about this, she felt her teeth ache. This result was not a small loss for her, but it was still acceptable.
However, in the many years of war with the other Pentashade Dragons, Silvia had never seen a True Dragon do this.
The True Dragons' greed and stinginess were unparalleled in the world. No matter the size, they were used to treating the things in their hands as their own. They did not care if they needed it or if they could protect it, they just kept it well.
Therefore, in a war between True Dragons, the fixed assets that were seized by the enemy would generally be preserved very well (How could it be destroyed?
That's its own thing, now it's mine!).
The little black cub's brain was wired differently.
Silvia clicked her tongue in wonder. Even at that time, she still regarded the Black Dragon as an ignorant child.
Until something else happened.
The clan leaders worked together and killed the ogre Duoga, then wrapped his body and brought it back to their king.
This was an unexpected surprise. Caesar had seen this three-headed ogre on the ground before (the gnolls had sewn Duoga's arms and head back together). He had seen it seven years ago. It was this guy who had led the ogres out of the Void Portal in the wilderness. Caesar remembered it very clearly.
This guy might be the leader of the ogre tribe, and this was later confirmed by the Battle Lizardmen who were in charge of the surveillance mission.
What kind of position did an ogre leader have in the Green Capital?
After these days of fighting, Caesar understood that in the composition of Silvia's forces, the wyverns were the personal guards, the blood bats were the scouts, the thorny beasts were the long-range troops, the cavemen were in charge of logistics, and the ogre tribe was the real main force under the Green Dragon's command.
Caesar was overjoyed. He hadn't even mobilized the special operations team (the Undead Knights), but his kin had already beheaded the ogre leader and presented his corpse to him.
He didn't know who was the one who had commanded the joint hunt at the last minute. Their performance was good, and they were decisive and achieved remarkable results.
These little guys were quite capable.
However, after a short moment of joy, Caesar quickly realized that the Green Dragon might not be able to sit still. Silvia definitely wouldn't be indifferent to the death of an important kin. She might very well take action.
If he was the Green Dragon, he would definitely use his spellcasting ability to search for a place to hide, find the enemy's camp, and then launch a bloody revenge.
Magic was troublesome in the end, and belonged to the category of unreasonable.
Caesar guessed that the underground camp built by the ankhegs might not be able to hide from the Green Dragon's search.
Thus, he changed his strategy from offense to defense. He ordered the Battle Lizardmen to keep a close eye on the Green Capital's movements while withdrawing a large number of troops from the underground camps and gathering them in his underground lair. He only left some bait, waiting for the Green Dragon to attack and then complete the encirclement.
Of course, if the Green Dragon was lucky enough, it might directly find the underground lair. That would be just what Caesar wanted, and the two of them could fight head-on.