Only then did Caesar heave a heavy sigh of relief.
He knew very well that killing the True Dragon Nosa Silvia Rambolafa was not a wise move. The other party was not Angra, nor was she a young dragon who had just reached adulthood and stayed in the Underdark. She was a True Dragon who had lived in Airadia for more than four hundred years.
Who knew if this dragon had a mate or a relative? Killing her and ignoring the rules would mean that Caesar would face even more ferocious and powerful revenge in the future.
If emotional factors aside, the best choice for the Black Dragon would be to control her.
But Caesar could not do that.
He was not Roy, and did not have the ability to control creatures like Roy did. (He still had not figured out what Roy's method was.)
The old Green Dragon's magic was beyond his imagination, and was not something that Caesar could hope to match. She was stronger than him in the first place. If not for the loss in the Dustless Land, Caesar would not have the ability to suppress such an old True Dragon under normal circumstances.
Surrender?
Just like that?
Caesar did not believe it.
There was no way an old True Dragon, as well as the ambitious ruler of the Green Capital, would willingly submit to him. The Mother of Poisons had only been forced to do so because of the claws on her neck. If the Mother of Poisons were allowed to recover, the situation would be completely different.
Leaving her alive would cause endless trouble.
Once the Green Dragon betrayed him, Caesar would have all his trump cards exposed, and Silvia's revenge would render him powerless. It would be fine if the forces that he had painstakingly built up were burned to the ground, but once he was caught, even if the Green Dragon did not kill him, she would use magic to pin him under her claws, and he would not be able to rise again for the rest of his life.
This was something that Caesar could not accept.
Moreover, as a Green Dragon, Silvia's nature was not to be taken away. This dragon wanted to eat Luna.
So she had to die.
This was not a decision made on the spur of the moment, but a choice made after careful consideration.
There would be gold, and there would be female dragons, but not now.
Caesar said to himself. He let go of the lifeless dragon corpse and turned his gaze to the battlefield.
His subordinates had taken drugs, so the Green Capital Army was no match for the underground clans. They were already retreating, and after the Mother of Poison fell into eternal slumber, these chaotic fellows were completely defeated.
The wyverns declared their allegiance, while the Blood Bats and Thorn Beasts fled in all directions. Only the Ogres were still stubbornly resisting. However, they were not doing this for the Green Capital, but for the dead Chieftain Duoga. They wanted revenge.
It was a pity that the ogres' path of vengeance only ended in death. They howled and fought, and then were harvested one by one by the Undead Knights.
The war ended.
The Wild Boar People, Ankhegs, and Shapeshifters finally entered the area. They were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield, counting the casualties, collecting the weapons, and storing the corpses of the monsters as food …
This was not something that Caesar needed to care about. The Wild Boar people worked in an orderly and meticulous manner. Their leader, Parful, was also very easy to deal with. Caesar did not need to worry about him. What Caesar should be thinking about now was how to deal with the dragon corpse.
"Can it be turned into a Skeletal Dragon?" Caesar asked without turning his head.
After the war ended, he let the Black Knight, Negendro, and the other leaders come to his side. They looked at the huge Green Dragon corpse together, admiring the biggest harvest of this war.
"This … I think it should be possible."
Negendro's voice was a little hoarse. He really did not expect that the Black Dragon Lord was planning to use the same trick again and create another Skeletal Dragon.
Among the True Dragons, this should be the type with a twisted personality, right?
Even an Undead like him thought so.
"It's just that, my lord.
The Shadow Energy in the First Burial Ground has been completely extracted by the previous Skeletal Dragon. It will take at least two hundred years for it to recover naturally. "
"As for the other two Shadow Pools, they were formed in the last few hundred years. They are not even half as rich as the First Burial Ground. The effect is worrying. I really don't recommend you do this."
It was obvious that Negendro was very afraid of being blamed. He always made a statement in advance and clearly explained the worst possible outcome.
After all, turning into a Skeletal Dragon was the worst way to use it. It was a waste of the True Dragon's corpse. Now, on top of this foundation, half of it would be wasted.
This was no different from wasting God's gift.
"Forgive me for being presumptuous, Your Majesty."
At this time, Hogg also interrupted. He had not recovered from the wound on his stomach after being chiseled by the ogre chief. He also had a few new injuries on the battlefield, but he was still full of energy. "I agree with the Black Knight. I don't recommend you turn this dragon into a Skeletal Dragon."
"What do you mean?"
Caesar turned his gaze to the Gnoll leader. He was a bit confused. He was not worried about Hogg's loyalty. It was just that when he first turned into a Calamity Dragon, this guy was in favor of it. Why did he change his mind now?
Could it be that even the Gnolls had a double standard now?
"Please allow me to remind you, Your Majesty.
The Green Dragon is not a Calamity Dragon. It is a True Dragon native to Airadia and grew up on this land. "
Hogg slightly bent his waist. "When I was very young, even in a foreign country, I also heard the name 'Green Capital Jade'."
(Before entering old age and winning the war with the Northern countries, Silvia's title was still "Green Capital Jade" and not "Mother of Poison".)
"In Airadia, it's not that there are no stories of dragons killing each other. In fact, for those who break the rules, the True Dragons don't deliberately look for offenders to punish (this is inseparable from the laziness of the Chromatic Dragons). Most of the time, they just happen to meet and fight."
Hogg explained in a low voice. He was very smart. In fact, he had already noticed the difference between Caesar and the True Dragons, but he never mentioned it to anyone. He only talked about it as it was: "However, turning into a Skeletal Dragon has touched the bottom line of the True Dragons."
"Your Majesty, you know, the rules and the bottom line are completely different.
In the eyes of the True Dragons, this is equivalent to playing with the dead. The Green Dragon is not like the Calamity Dragon that no one cares about, the news will spread easily. "
"But in Airadia, magic can make everything visible.
As long as the True Dragons want to inquire about the status of the Green Dragon, even if it is hidden in the Underdark, Your Majesty, you will not be able to hide from those eyes. "
After saying that, Hogg lowered his head in silence. He had said enough.
This guy, is he really a Gnoll?
These words made Caesar's mind move away from the Green Dragon's corpse. He stared at the leader who had followed him for seven years, just like when he first accepted the Gnoll's loyalty.
Even if the Gnoll Hogg was smart and strong, it was impossible for him to obtain such knowledge. Even Caesar knew nothing about this, so how could this guy know so much?
"How do you know?"
Caesar stared at the Gnoll leader. He had long felt that this guy had a story, but he never asked or paid attention to it. But now, he couldn't help but be suspicious.
"This is a difficult story to tell, Your Majesty." Hogg still lowered his head.
"You can tell me quietly."
Caesar raised his chin, indicating that the Black Knight and the Battle Lizardman should leave for the time being.
"You may know that the newborn Gnoll cubs are not much different from the cubs of ordinary Wargs."
Hogg watched them leave, blinked his eyes, and said: "Less than an hour after I was born, my parents were all killed, and I became the pet of a human noble mage, the kind of pet that was chained and locked in a cage."
"I heard a lot of things from the conversations between the noble and other humans. Although a long time has passed and the faces are blurred, I remember everything they said, word for word."
"Later, when I grew up and could stand on my feet, I was sent to the arena to fight with the Taurens, Goatmen, and even some Dragonmen …"