Emerald Palace.
Garcia Yufeng, who had been kidnapped, was treated harshly and rudely by the Dark Dragon. She was casually thrown onto the floor of the Emerald Palace by Caesar. She did not have any manners to speak of. Her hair was messy, her clothes were torn, and her fair and slender legs were covered in blood.
The moment she touched the ground, Garcia couldn't help but let out a painful groan. But the groan disappeared in a flash, and she stopped talking. There was no anger or hatred in her eyes, and her expression was calm.
This was because she knew that strong emotional fluctuations would not be of any use. It was completely unnecessary. How the Black Dragon wanted to treat her would not change based on her will or performance.
It was only then that one could see the difference in the young Elven Queen.
Ordinary female humanoid creatures of the Good Faction would either cry out in despair or fight to the death in a frenzy once they were captured by the Pentashade Dragons and met with such a tragic fate.
But Garcia did not. When she was held in the Black Dragon's claws and swept across the sky, she knew that the duration of her Divine Power was too short, and she could not use it again in a short period of time. If she used it and the Dragon King kept his attention on her, her chances of escaping were close to zero.
Therefore, she simply gave up on this thought and waited quietly.
According to the age concept of the Tiya Elves, this young Elven Queen had just reached adulthood and was at the age where she was curious about the world. So Garcia had some hope: she still wanted to live.
Of course, if the Dragon King wanted to use her to threaten the Elven Forest, she would not hesitate to die.
Garcia was ready to face anything. So in this situation, she did not make a sound after being thrown to the ground. She just tried to sit up with her hands on the ground and tucked her messy hair behind her ears. At the same time, she turned her legs and pulled down the folds of her dress that were already torn, although this could not cover it.
Fortunately, Caesar had an autonomous control unit. If it were any other Pentashade Dragons, they would probably have already pounced on her.
Garcia did not speak, and Caesar did not bother with her for the time being. The Black Dragon groaned as he climbed onto his black-gold throne. It was obvious that after a good fight and snatching Luna back from the Elven Forest, this guy's mood was much better.
There was one thing that Caesar did not notice: his personality was changing subtly.
Originally, the little black cub was always cautious, afraid of attracting the attention of other powerful creatures. It was impossible for him to express any strong or obvious emotions. Even when he first found the Dark Dream Trophy, Caesar did not show too much joy or surprise.
But as his power and influence increased, this guy finally did not have to suppress his emotions. Fortunately, he cried when he should cry, and laughed when he should laugh, and did not care about the gazes of other creatures.
In short, he was inflated.
After a while, a few Battle Lizardmen bowed respectfully and walked in, holding iron chains in their front paws.
Of course, Blackwing's Nest did not come out in full force. Without the authorization of the Black Dragon Lord, even Hogg did not dare to mobilize such a large army. So, there was still a large number of troops left in this place. The Flying Dragon Leader was here, and there were also many Battle Lizardmen and Wyvern descendants.
Under Caesar's command, two Battle Lizardmen easily put shackles on Garcia's neck without any resistance. They then led her away and locked her up in the dungeon of the Treetop Fortress.
At this point, the leader of the Elven Forest, Garcia Whisperwind, was truly a captive of the Black Dragon Lord. In fact, it could be said that she was a female slave.
After Garcia left, Caesar began to treat the wounds on his body.
One against ten thousand might seem impressive, and the Black Dragon had always been tyrannical, forcing the Elven Forest to submit. But in reality, Caesar's injuries were only known to himself. Behind his back, there was a serious strain on his right wing. His lower abdomen had a certain degree of laceration under the repeated attacks of the Chimera, and there were countless abrasions on his body.
Of course, these were all minor injuries. The Black Dragon's strong body could quickly recover in a few days, so they were not serious. Caesar shook his head twice, and the strength in his muscles burst forth, squeezing out many sword fragments and arrow fragments from his body. They fell to the ground with a crisp sound, stained with blood.
The real problem was that bitch Garcia's Radiant Light Sword had cut through the armor of the scales on the Black Dragon's head, opening a hole in his brain.
Although the wounds had stopped bleeding and were slowly healing, there was still a burning pain. It was the divine power of the Moon God Suren that had seeped into his body along with the Radiant Light Sword.
With Caesar's current level, he did not have the ability to quickly digest this power, but there was no need to worry too much. This kind of injury was not fatal, and there would not be any future problems. After a period of time, the divine power that could not be replenished would naturally be exhausted.
But the pain was unavoidable. The Black Dragon would have a headache for a period of time.
"Caesar."
At this time, Luna came out of the armor scales on his chest. She naturally knew that the Black Dragon had captured Her Majesty Whisperwind, and also knew how the Black Dragon treated this new captive.
But little Luna was very obedient and did not make any sound at first.
"Her Majesty Whisperwind is a good person. She is very good to me."
When there was no one around, the little girl slowly told the Black Dragon about the Elven Forest. Then she added, "Caesar, can you not hurt her?"
Luna was very good at remembering the kindness of others, so she remembered that Garcia had brought her the Moonflower Dew, and had also worked hard for her request.
Of course, she also remembered the reason why Caesar did not launch an all-out war against the Elven Forest. She also knew why Caesar was stained with blood. So even though the Black Dragon had caused great damage to the Elven Forest, Luna was still willing to leave with Caesar and stay with the Black Dragon wholeheartedly.
Under normal circumstances, Luna would never interfere with Caesar's decision. But she regarded Garcia as a close and trustworthy friend, so she had to speak up.
Even so, she did not object when the Black Dragon Lord gave the order to the Battle Lizardmen. Only now did she make a soft request.
"So, it's not that she didn't do my request, but that the Elven Forest's efficiency was too low?"
Caesar rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Is this the legendary power struggle and political struggle?
Interesting, in a world like Airadia where the strong preyed on the weak, how did this system survive until now? "
His thoughts drifted far away in an instant.
"Caesar —"
It was not until Luna called him that the Black Dragon came back to his senses and remembered the little girl's request.
"Okay, okay, I know."
Caesar's eyes flashed and he nodded, "Garcia has other uses. She is the leader of the Elven Forest. Even if you didn't say it, I wouldn't kill her, but she will suffer a lot."
As he spoke, the Black Dragon bared his teeth and breathed out two streams of white air from his nostrils. He was ready to hang the Elven Queen upside down for a few days.
"You can't do anything bad." The little girl became alert.
"No!"
"Then … then … you can't force her."
"What are you thinking?"