Caesar had a friendly discussion with the visiting Elven King, and allowed the elven diplomatic group to stay for a day.
However, in the end, they still took the little fellow away.
This was the request of Luna's parents. Caesar could not stop them, nor did he intend to. At this point, the Black Dragon no longer restricted the little fairy's freedom. If the little fellow wanted to return home for a period of time, she could do so at any time.
Before leaving, Luna stuck close to his scales as usual, chattering endlessly in the Black Dragon's ears for a long time before reluctantly coming down from Caesar's neck. At the same time, she promised him that she would return in a month or two at most.
After all, the little fellow did not stay by the Black Dragon's side for long this time. After she returned the last time, Caesar had entered a three year long slumber midway, so the time they spent together was even less.
"It's fine, go on."
In this regard, Caesar did not feel much sorrow at parting. He could understand the familial feelings of these kind-hearted creatures. Moreover, the Elven Forest was not far from Blackwing's Lair, and the two places could be visited at any time. Luna's mood was a little too heavy.
This time, the Elven King Casia was personally receiving them, so Caesar did not have to worry about the little fellow's safety. He could let her go.
After that, their Emperor Yufeng also came to bid farewell to the Black Dragon Lord. In the short day of meeting, the two sides did not come to any agreement. However, Casia was secretly worried about the powerful Dragon King, so she proposed some conceptual agreements to Caesar, such as harmonious coexistence and equal assistance.
In this regard, the Black Dragon did not care too much, and casually dealt with it, reaching a weak verbal agreement with her.
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Seeing the elven diplomatic group disappear from his sight, Caesar turned his head and said to the Wyvern Dragon Leader, who had been following behind him like a docile kitten, "Husky, go find that mage."
After Luna left, Caesar immediately threw himself into the role of the Black Dragon Lord. With the addition of the Demilich Leon, many of his plans that could not be carried out due to the lack of spellcasters in Blackwing's Nest could now be put on the agenda.
"At your command, Your Majesty." The half-liches quickly arrived and half-knelt in front of the Black Dragon Lord.
In the past few days, it had studied the ecology of the Blackwing Clan and discovered that this place was indeed different from the others. The legendary Dragon King not only had a different appearance from other True Dragons, but also had a different way of thinking.
Any Pentashade dragon species would not be able to implement such strict class control within their own territories. Even if some of them were smart enough to come up with such an idea, they would not be able to truly implement or maintain such a high-pressure standard.
This had to do with their nature. With the lazy nature of the Pentashade dragons, they would never spend so much effort to keep an eye on matters related to dependents.
However, in the Blackwing Clan, the creatures here strictly followed these rules. They were just like humans. This was unbelievable to Ryan.
It could be seen that the Black Dragon Emperor's ambition was beyond imagination.
"Mage."
After the half-liches finished explaining the greeting etiquette, Caesar said, "If a True Dragon's corpse was placed in front of you now, how would you deal with it?"
Ryan was stunned for a moment. He did not know why the Black Dragon Emperor would ask such a question. Could it be that he was interested in necromancy?
Or did he want to consider his own knowledge?
"Necromancy Dragon, Your Majesty."
Although the half-liches did not understand, they still answered, "If it is a True Dragon's corpse that retains the essence of magic, I will turn it into a Necromancy Dragon."
"You have this ability?"
Caesar was slightly surprised. He remembered that the Black Knight had once told him that the Necromancy Dragon was the best way to make use of a True Dragon that had died. Its value was much higher than that of a Corpse Dragon. However, it would require a high-level necromancer to spend a lot of effort to control it. Moreover, it would cause a huge commotion and attract attention.
The commotion mentioned here was not referring to the sound or vision produced when creating the Necromancy Dragon. Instead, it was referring to the fact that such a high-level undead creature would attract the attention of the gods when it was just born. In particular, some of the chaotic gods who had been paying attention to the descendants of the undead would be able to detect it.
"This requires the help of some external objects and offerings, but it is not difficult. I think it is possible," Ryan said.
The half-liches were smart and sensitive. After the Black Dragon asked again, they immediately realized the crux of the problem and became excited.
The Dragon King might really have a True Dragon's corpse in his hands!
"No."
The dark red eyes flashed. Caesar considered for a moment and gave up on this plan. Instead, he asked, "Is it possible to use the True Dragon's blood to baptize and give other creatures the Dragon's Bloodline?"
The Necromancy Dragon was indeed powerful. An old Green Dragon like Silvia would not be much weaker than when she was alive once the transformation was successful.
However, putting aside the hidden danger of the enmity of the gods and True Dragons, the current Black Wing's Nest did not need to be supplemented with top-notch combat power. One Caesar was enough.
Its shortcoming was its own mid-level strength.
As time passed, regardless of whether it was Gall, Hogg or Nero, they were gradually unable to keep up with the needs of the expansion of their forces. In the situation where the Skeleton Dragon Angramo was alone on the other side, these loyal clan leaders were the true mainstays of Black Wing's Nest.
After all, Caesar couldn't do everything by himself. He wanted to raise the middle and upper echelons of the Blackwing Clan.
"Yes."
The half-liches considered for a moment and nodded. Then, they added, "However, there are many restrictions. First, we have to look at the power of the True Dragon's blood in the dead dragon's body. We also have to consider the ability of the person to be bestowed. The more powerful the person to be bestowed, the higher the requirement for the quality of the True Dragon's blood."
"Have you seen the Demon Dog Leader?" Caesar mentioned a clan leader that was more representative.
"Yes."
"What kind of Dragon's Blood does it need?"
"Demon Dog Descendants. They already have the Purgatory Bloodline. If we want to bestow them with the Dragon Bloodline."
Rennes thought for a moment and said earnestly, "Then we need the True Blood of at least a mature dragon. If it's the Red Dragon, it might be more compatible with them."
"Is that so?"
Caesar grinned and said, "I am very satisfied with your answer, Mage."
The Black Dragon was originally a little worried that Silvia's True Blood would not be enough, but now it seemed that it was more than enough.
He did not think that an old dragon was already very rare and powerful in Airadia.
"It is my honor to serve you, Your Majesty," Rennes said humbly.
Rennes humbly said. The longer he interacted with the Black Dragon Emperor, the more he could feel how powerful it was. This made the Demilich even more cautious.
"Follow me, Mage." Caesar turned his head and his tail turned in an arc. He began to walk back.
The Black Dragon Treasury was in the deepest part of the Emerald Palace, and the passage was abnormally wide.
The translucent walls reflected the enormous Black Dragon and the insignificant Mage. On the left and right were pairs of stone pillars that extended all the way into the depths of the palace.
Unlike the scorching heat of the Northern Lands, the Emerald Palace was always cold. The Black Dragon Emperor did not speak along the way, and Rennes did not ask either. He silently followed behind until the end.
"Creak —" Caesar opened the door to the treasury.
This place was actually not much smaller than the main hall of the Emerald Palace. It was filled with mountains of gold, silver, and gems. There were also magical items placed on crystal decorations, as well as some spread out murals and handicrafts. They also looked expensive and were made by famous masters.
"Don't look, Rennes Shamir."
Rennes warned himself and forcefully suppressed the fluctuations of his Soul Fire. He lowered his eyes and did not look at the dazzling array of valuable items.
It should be noted that all the realms, all the realms, and all the realms, no matter what kind of True Dragon they were, regarded their treasures as their exclusive property. A single glance from any True Dragon could lead to a thunderous fury and an extremely tragic end.
Rennes had no choice but to be cautious.
Caesar turned around and glanced at the half-liches. His dark red vertical eyes were shining, and he was expressionless. He repeated, "Mage, follow me." The Black Dragon Emperor continued to walk deeper into the treasury.