It was necessary to get information on his neighbors, but Caesar still needed to think carefully about the final plan to contact the Elven Forest.
Judging from the current situation, he really needed to take that place under his command.
Firstly, the Elven Forest was rich in resources, and there were still mineral veins left. That was very attractive to Caesar. Mining the mineral veins could provide a continuous supply of metal for smelting and the energy consumed by the Black Dragon Lord's Crimson Heart.
Secondly, considering his plan to make money by selling cards in the future, he really needed a group of kind races to help him endorse the cards.
Because of his desire for wealth, Caesar had already put the plan of making cards in Airadia on the agenda a few days ago.
When the time came, the final card would have two emblems drawn on the back. One would be the Blackwing's Nest, and the other would be the Elven Forest or some other famous and kind faction. This way, its target audience would cover all races, preventing the kind races from sweeping it into the trash when they saw that it was something created by an evil dragon. There was a hidden danger.
Of course, Caesar still had to sign his name at the end of the card. He needed reputation to complete the achievement and obtain the trophy, but he did not want to create any big incident that would shock Airadia and attract a crusade. He could only rely on selling cards to maintain the spread of his reputation.
This might seem a little out of place, but it was actually the most important part of the Black Dragon Overlord's plan. In his previous life, there was a saying on Earth that said, "The sum of money earned by all the robbers in the world can't even compare to the annual income of a single monopoly."
The Stone Crow Clan, under the guidance of Caesar, had amassed a fortune that the orcs would never be able to touch in their entire lives. The Stone Crow Clan had amassed a fortune that they would never be able to touch in their entire lives.
However, the Summer Grass was already rampant. There were high-level mages among the humans who broke down every element and finally found the composition of the Summer Grass. After that, the news spread. Now, the entire human world and even other races had a large number of manufacturers selling the Summer Grass beverage.
Therefore, Caesar had to do something about the sales of the cards. He could not waste such a good idea. The reason why the Black Dragon Lord wanted to rule the countries in the North and even the Elven Forest was to pave the way for the promotion of the cards.
After a simple analysis of the information about the Elven Forest, Caesar judged that it would not be a big problem if he really wanted to conquer that place.
Unlike the past, he was no longer the weak and powerless young dragon from seven years ago, and he did not only have the lonely Stone Crow Clan as his subordinates. He was now powerful and had many subordinates. The Black Dragon Lord could totally carry out the horrifying strategy of either surrendering or dying. He could slaughter his way through the Forest of Elves and use the most violent and cruel method to complete his bloody rule.
However, the Elven Forest was Luna's home.
It could be seen that the little one cared a lot about that place. She was born and raised there. According to Luna, her parents and ancestors all lived there. They had a long history. If Caesar used violent methods to burn the Elven Forest to ruins, it was hard to imagine how sad Luna would be. She might even break down.
Caesar did not want her to be sad.
He did not have any big dreams. It was fine as long as he lived a good life. However, if he did that, even if his forces expanded and he obtained all the rewards he wanted, Caesar would not be able to live a good life because of the little one.
If that was the case —
Damn it, forget it!
It would be best if the leader of the Elven Forest, the Elven King named Garcia Whisperwind, was willing to cooperate and form an alliance. However, if that guy was a stubborn old man who held on to the old-fashioned concept of camp or chose to isolate himself from the outside world, then the Black Dragon Lord would not have any better ideas.
At most, at most, he would not touch that place.
Airadia was so big, and there was more than one famous camp in the North. For Luna, Caesar was willing to give in.
Even if this piece of meat was right next to the mouth of Blackwing's Nest and was within reach, Caesar could still choose to avoid it.
As for Chimera Magushir — let it go!
Go wherever you like. Hurry up and get lost. Don't waste food in Blackwing's Nest. We can't afford to raise such a monster.
Of course, if this guy dragged the troops of the Elven Forest to find trouble, then he really deserved a beating.
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Late at night, Luna had already curled up in the thorns on his back and fallen asleep. The Black Dragon Lord lay on the ground and thought for a long time before finally making a series of decisions.
He had completed a change in mentality and completely thought it through.
It was true that the expansion of forces, the collection of resources, and the acquisition of rewards were all important, but the reason why Caesar did all that was to live more comfortably and protect the things that he wanted to protect, instead of neglecting the essentials and becoming a slave in pursuit of those things, turning into an emotionless machine.
After thinking about all this, Caesar's mood became much more relaxed. His eyes were no longer gloomy as before. He yawned and turned his neck 180 degrees to look at the little girl on his back. Then, he closed his eyes and slept peacefully.
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At dawn the next day, Caesar suddenly heard the cry of the wyvern. At first, he thought that the Chimera had found a chance to escape. In the end, he realized that this was not the case. It was Hogg who had returned. However, that guy did not come directly to the treetop fortress. He only sent two Gnolls to report.
This was because the Gnoll leader had brought back a large group of whimpering Gnomes.
This guy was not bad.
Although Caesar was a little annoyed from waiting these days, it was not easy to capture a large group of Gnomes in just a month's time. Looking at it this way, Hogg's efficiency was still quite guaranteed.
With the little girl still sleeping soundly on his back, Caesar climbed out of the treetop fortress and began to fly to the edge of Blackwing's Nest. Like now, without using extreme speed and maintaining a steady pace, the Black Dragon's Crimson Heart could provide him with flight for a very long time.
Gnomes were also a very representative and lowly species. Not only were there many of them in Airadia, but they were also like locusts that covered many outer worlds. They were a very famous, dirty, chaotic, and detestable race.
These guys were covered in a layer of disgusting green skin. They had large heads that were disproportionate to their bodies, sharp and thin ears, and a pair of strong feet with protruding bones.
Most of the Gnomes were lazy, cowardly, and greedy. Most importantly, these guys did not know what fear was.
It was not that they were like the Orcs and did not know fear. On the contrary, these guys were rather cowardly. They had no resistance against powerful creatures and could not wait to bury their heads in their pants. However, as long as those powerful creatures did not appear in their line of sight, these guys would forget the injuries and threats they had suffered before and return to their original nature.
Therefore, if one wanted to order the Gnomes to do things, one had to have a relative holding a butcher's knife and watching over them at all times. Not a second more or less could be missed. One had to be in their line of sight at all times for these guys to remain stable and obedient.
Because of this, the other intelligent creatures in Airadia generally hated this race. They thought that they were scum that was even lower than the Kobolds. Even the Pentashade Dragons' young would not think of ordering them around. They only planned to use these guys to make soup.