A baby dragon has built a nest outside the Novice Village

Chapter 73

When Farai returned to Pala, the fighting outside the city had stopped.

According to Lannia, the undead suddenly stopped their attack and retreated back to the town of Hein.

But I think this peace will not last long after the Death Knight is resurrected.

Although the Death Knight has the ability of the twelfth level, this is not his real strength.

His real ability lies in summoning the dead. As long as he is there, the dead around him will not be truly dead. Even if their heads are chopped off, they will connect the heads back to their necks and continue fighting with the living at the call of the Death Knight.

"I want to know what the enemy is,"

Fari was lying on the square in the town of Pala, and the command center moved to the square again to take care of him.

"This is obviously not an ordinary undead disaster."

At first, Fary thought that the so-called Dark Dynasty was just a large role-playing game held by a group of necromancers and undead creatures on the ruins of the kingdom they destroyed.

But these admiring looks were not the only reason why Farui felt uncomfortable. He carefully retracted his tail to avoid accidentally damaging the buildings outside the square.

Lemming began to explain to Fari the enemy they were now facing.

"A large cemetery. You can actually make one."

"No, this is the real cemetery,"

After the last battle, he seemed to have grown in size, and the small square in this town seemed to be too small to accommodate him.

Rangnick lowered his head, looking a little ashamed.

The Death Knight shook his head.

A priest in a white robe spoke. Lanya had introduced him to Fari before. He was the reinforcement of the Sun God Cult this time, High Priest Leming.

"Has it been 1,132 years?"

The high priest had a gentle smile on his face, but his originally handsome face was now adorned with two pimple scars, which were said to be the marks left by a serious illness when he was wandering as a child.

The soldiers around were looking at him in admiration. Most of them had heard of the legend of Farui. This young dragon single-handedly fought off the Death Knight's pursuit. If it weren't for him, probably none of the Shadow Crow mercenaries who took part in this raid would have been able to come back.

Although this kind of thing is rare, it seems to happen once or twice every few hundred years. Generally speaking, this kind of large-scale role-playing game will be completely smashed by the surrounding good god churches before long.

Lai Ming knew very well that no matter what this thing that looked like a baby black dragon was, it could not be an ordinary black dragon. God only knew what the giant dragons on Dragon Island who had lived for who knows how long had come up with.

He bowed respectfully to Fari. In front of him was a being who could use the power of faith. Even the church had to maintain sufficient respect for such a being.

"Unfortunately, even though we invested resources in building it exactly according to the blueprint, it seems that it has not become a real large cemetery in the end. It can only transform the highest level of undead spirits."

A trace of the power of faith penetrated into Fari's body, and Savrina beside him also got some of this power, but obviously, it was much less than what Fari got.

"Let me explain."

He looked at the scene in front of him. The ground of Saget City was rolling, the original buildings were collapsing one after another, and the large cemetery underground was slowly rising.

"The other side looks like the Undead Dynasty that perished 1,132 years ago. No, perhaps we should call it a civilization. They have a unique culture, customs, and monster system."

Fari twisted his body slightly, he was a little uncomfortable now.

In the city of Sarget, the Death Knight Valachi exclaimed.

Black clouds gathered over the cemetery that had broken through the earth, blocking out the sunlight, and soon the city of Sagat was plunged into darkness.

"But the Great Cemetery was once able to transform up to the twelfth level of undead creatures..."

"That was when the dynasty was about to fall. Earlier, as long as there were enough materials, the Great Cemetery could transform into an eighteenth-level undead."

Not paying attention to Lannick's surprised expression, the Death Knight asked casually.

"How much blood magic can you still use?" Lannick's face froze, and after a long while, he shook his head.

"None of them can be used, whether it's the most basic blood arrow or the fifth-level implosion. Two hundred years ago, some of them were still usable..."

"You only have a tenth-level body right now. If we really fight, you won't even be able to defeat a ninth-level 'Shadow' that has well-preserved strange properties."

The Death Knight shifted his gaze away from Lannick and looked at the large cemetery in front of him.

"The age of the undead has ended. This is an irreversible result. Whether it is blood magic or the undead, they will gradually disappear in the long river of history."

He seemed to be reminiscing about the past.

"The Death Knights of the past were but pawns under the command of the Apocalypse Knights. However, our era slowly passed. The Apocalypse Knights degenerated and disappeared one by one, and the Vampire Kings who were once high-ranking legends also disappeared one by one."

The Death Knight looked to Sir Rannick.

"The past is past. The civilization of the dead cannot be restored on its own, unless..."

In the town of Pala, High Priest Leming smiled and described the final chapter of the undead civilization to Fari.

"Finally, the undead gradually weakened and were enslaved. Humans, who were used as raw materials for necromancy and raised like pigs and dogs, began to rebel."

The result of the rebellion is self-evident. Humans have established countless kingdoms, while the undead have long since become rats in the sewers.

"Even if they inherited some of the broken heritage of that dynasty, most of those heritages are probably outdated and cannot be used normally in this era."

Leiming still had that gentle smile on his face, and he didn't seem particularly worried about the remnants of the lost civilization.

Seeing his confident look, Fari also breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be great if the Sun God Cult could quickly get rid of these undead.

It was rare that his goblin servants gradually got on the right track, earning hundreds of gold coins every day, and occasionally some exquisite ornaments.

This income continues to increase with the development of the goblin tribe.

But such a good day was interrupted by the rebellious undead.

Farui now hopes that these undead spirits can be quickly dealt with so that peace and stability can be restored to this area, allowing his goblins to continue doing business in the surrounding area.

He had even figured out what the goblins could do next.

In this war-torn place where everything is in ruins, construction and infrastructure will be big business.

"Then I'll go back and rest first."

Fari was too lazy to say anything else. He flapped his wings and flew high into the sky.

He really needed to rest now. The battle with the Death Knight had greatly stimulated the power in his blood. He needed to have a good sleep and absorb this power.

Savrina also transformed into dragon form again and followed.

Fari glanced at Safrina.

"Forget it, just come."

Fari thought about it and let Safrina follow him.

He slept for a hundred years and missed many opportunities to understand the world.

The high priest had a lot to say, such as why the dynasty declined and why the undead lost their original power. He just glossed over all these things.

But Savrina did not waste a year. She often went to the mainland and spared no effort to learn the knowledge she could access on Dragon Island. Unlike Fari, she was a diligent dragon.

Farui should be able to find out a lot from her.

(End of this chapter)