Luna looked up at the Black Dragon's big head that was sticking close to her. Her face was slightly pale because she was using all her strength to shake Caesar's tail. There was a cute blush on her face.
She was just throwing a tantrum, but when she saw the serious look in the Black Dragon's eyes, she choked and said softly, "Caesar, that person …"
Coincidentally, many Battle Lizardmen had entered the lair. As the sky was getting dark, these loyal dragon servants who were not good with words came to add torches to the Black Dragon's lair. This distracted the attention of the Calamity Wyrm and the Black Knight so much that they did not hear what the Northern Lord was saying to the little thing behind him.
In the end, Caesar nodded slightly, turned his head, and glanced at the cautious Battle Lizardmen. These guys were even more reserved than usual, and were intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the half-elf beauty in the lair.
Caesar paused for a moment, looking thoughtful.
When the Calamity Wyrm saw the little thing that suddenly appeared behind the Black Dragon's back, her long and narrow eyebrows furrowed. But soon, before the Northern Lord turned his head, her face quickly returned to its usual delicate and beautiful appearance.
"My apologies."
Caesar took the little thing on his back with one claw and pushed her to the front. He smiled and said, "Please allow me to introduce her to everyone. This is Luna, the Child of the Forest from the surface world."
Angora was stunned by the Northern Lord's way of doing things. He then squeezed out a smile and did not say anything, quietly sizing up the huge Black Dragon.
From this action alone, it could be seen that this was a Black Dragon that did not play by the rules. In a meeting of this level, under normal circumstances, it was absolutely impossible for outsiders to interrupt. That would be a great provocation to the Northern Lord's dignity.
This was even more so in the eyes of the violent Pentashade Dragons. Once they were angered, it would lead to terrible consequences.
However, not only was the Northern Lord not angry, he even held the frail Forest Fairy in the palm of his hand, taking advantage of the opportunity to introduce her to the visitors. He appeared to be amiable and didn't care about the opinions of these visitors at all.
It was a sign of extreme confidence. Even if his tone was gentle, Angora knew that the northern liege had firmly held the initiative from the moment they entered. Though his words were harmonious and his tone was calm, he was completely acting as if he was in a superior position.
This was a sign of extreme confidence.
The Calamity Dragon hesitated. Although the Black Dragon was strong enough to move her heart, she didn't feel any fluctuations of magic power from this True Dragon, so she couldn't determine just how strong he was. But how did Black Dragon determine who was stronger and who was weaker?
Why was it so confident?
While he pondered, he suddenly realized that the northern lord had been staring at him for some time. His bright red eyes made Angora's hair stand on end, and he could not sit still.
Had he been discovered?
He glanced at the smiling Black Dragon and asked bitterly, "I wonder … when do you plan to leave the Dark Zone?"
After thinking about it again and again, the Calamity Dragon didn't reveal his true identity in the end.
Angora was well versed in the essence of transformation magic. In terms of this magic ability, this adult Calamity Dragon was probably more powerful than some old dragons. Not only could she do it perfectly without any flaws, but the suppression of her own strength after casting it wasn't as exaggerated as that of ordinary dragons. She still had eighty percent of the ability of her original form, which was a sign of extremely high attainment.
Therefore, Angora was confident that there was no possibility of his disguise being seen through.
The other party was testing him.
Angora thought that the Black Dragon must have noticed some unusual details and became suspicious of his identity, but he didn't have any proof, so he could only use some indirect methods to test him and observe his reaction.
With that thought, the Calamity Dragon's uneasy thoughts gradually calmed down, and she looked calm.
Before the northern liege could answer, the Black Knight Negendro who had been silent all this time suddenly interrupted.
"Please forgive me, True Dragon."
The undead bowed and said dryly, "Since I've decided to leave with you, I must first return to inform my followers. Although the power of liches and wraiths is weak, they can still play a big role in the future."
Caesar glanced at them. Although the undead knights led by Negendro were all huge in size, most of their bodies were hollow and had no flesh. They wore heavy black armor and relied on soul energy to move.
This meant that they weren't afraid of physical pain and torture, and were very fearless warriors.
"Go." Caesar told the Black Knight. The other party bowed again and looked at Angora.
"You can go."
The half-elf beauty repeated the northern liege's words and stood beside the huge Black Dragon, saying, "I want to stay here."
The flames in the Black Knight's eye sockets flickered, but he didn't say anything. He nodded, summoned the skeleton horse, and led the undead knights away.
"They are true warriors."
Angora said after the undead disappeared from sight. "You shouldn't have let them go. The undead aren't afraid of the True Dragon's majesty. After confirming the identity of the enemy, they will soon come back and start a war."
This was a reminder.
"Is that so?"
Caesar didn't bat an eyelid. Instead, he looked at the half-elf curiously. "I feel sorry for your companions. They were betrayed just like that."
"There is no comparison between the undead and the True Dragon."
The northern liege's sarcastic words didn't provoke Angora. The half-elf's face didn't show any shame, and he said frankly, "When faced with a choice, all living beings will choose the one that benefits them."
"In comparison, I think you should pay more attention to the undead army that is about to attack. Negendro has been entrenched in the south for many years, and his forces are powerful." The Calamity Dragon continued.
Caesar didn't say anything. Instead, he stared at the half-elf until Angora felt goosebumps all over his body. Only then did he chuckle. "I'll wait. Those little ones can't wait any longer. They need a war too much."
For a True Dragon that was almost thirteen meters long and twice the size of an ordinary Red Dragon, those minions were probably just little ones to it.
Angra the Dragon of Calamity thought.
After saying that, the Black Dragon began to move his body. He slowly stood up from his half-crouched position. The friction between his cuticles and scales made a clanging sound. His eyes had already drifted out of the nest, and he muttered in a low voice, "The undead aren't creatures that can't be killed."
…
After watching the half-elf's graceful figure disappear from sight, Luna shouted to Caesar, "Caesar, you've changed!
You weren't like this before. She lied to you, and you actually let her go. Tell me, do you like this female dragon? "
Caesar responded with a "yes", and then he realized what Luna had said. He turned around and glared at the little one. "What nonsense are you talking about? That's a True Dragon with magical abilities. Wouldn't it be better if she could join the army?"
"So let's wait and see first …"
Caesar didn't know the purpose of the dragon's identity. He was giving the dragon a chance. However, if the dragon thought that he was so easy to fool and wanted to fool him, something that no one wanted to see would happen in the end.