Emperor Dragon

In the flying snow, more and more skeletons were gathering around.

Saga flicked his tail, and in the dense clicking sound, a dozen skeletons in a circle nearby were shattered into pieces, turning into broken bones and limbs on the ground.

But as long as the skull is not broken and the soul fire is not extinguished, it is not considered death to these undead creatures.

The axe-wielding skeleton that had been stunned just now was broken into two pieces.

Its severed arm was thrown aside, and it was now holding up the broken sword it had snatched from the other skeletons.

Saga paused and turned to look at the half-skeleton.

Under the curious gaze of the little dragon, only the upper half of the skeleton was holding a broken sword that looked like a small dagger. After crawling over, the thorns pulled at Saga's scales.

Saga felt itchy.

Quite comfortable.

For the little dragon, the strength of these skeletons was just right, giving him a feeling as comfortable as a massage.

"The service provided by the skeleton technician is good. I will try again next time."

Saga whispered.

"But I have serious things to do now, so I won't play around with you little skeletons."

With a thought, a supergravity field burst out with Saga as the center.

In an instant.

The skeletons that had gathered into the hundreds fell down as if they were being cut by an invisible hand, and the sound of cracking bones could be heard endlessly.

Centered on the young dragon standing tall.

In a circle, all the skeletons fell to the ground, and no one could stand.

Click, click, click. The broken sword suddenly flew away from the little skeleton. He clenched his fist, raised his skeletal hand with trembling difficulty, and crawled on the ground with perseverance, trying to knock Saga on the head.

It is a stubborn skeleton.

Withdrawing his gaze, Saga ignored the half-shaped little skeleton and walked away directly.

It wasn't until the young dragon stepped over a step engraved with undead runes and entered deeper into the undead ruins that the skeletons stopped and stopped moving forward.

After stepping on the steps, Saga felt that the surrounding temperature was obviously lower.

A thick smell of decay poured into his nostrils. This was the smell that naturally arose when the aura of death was strong to a certain extent, coupled with the breath of the surrounding undead creatures.

After a few minutes of moving forward.

An obelisk-shaped building that was missing half of its dome and looked dilapidated and devastated appeared in Saga's field of vision.

The black-gray death aura is like a haze, surrounding the incomplete obelisk, releasing an aura of decay, ominousness, and evil.

at the same time.

When Saga approached the obelisk building, clusters of faint blue flames lit up out of thin air in the black-gray aura haze.

As Saga approached, the ghost fire became brighter and brighter.

The surrounding temperature seemed to have become even lower. Some suppressed gasps and low roars appeared here, accompanied by various silhouettes that gradually appeared.

After the figure becomes clear.

Saga could see that the ghostly fires were burning and dancing quietly in the eyes of each undead creature.

Greed, hunger, bloodthirsty... all eyes were focused on the little dragon.

The owner of these eyes.

Gargoyles, undead knights, corpse witches, heavily armored skeletons, ghosts... showed a faint encirclement, surrounding Saga.

Different from the mindless skeletons encountered outside the undead ruins, the undead creatures here are of a higher level and have a certain degree of intelligence, and some of them are even far smarter than ordinary humans.

Saga stopped walking at the same time and stopped moving forward.

Surrounded by the undead, the little dragon showed no fear.

In the dead silence and cold atmosphere, Saga raised his chin and said: "Alfred, let these bastards with the smell of the undead stay away from me. If you continue to stare at me, I will tear apart all your bones." Use it as a teething stick for dragon blood hounds."

This past two years.

The activity range of the young dragon has expanded to the entire Thorn Island, and it flies freely over the Thorn Island from time to time. Therefore, all creatures living in the Thorn Island know the existence of Saga and the identity of Queen Longzi.

Each dragon represents endless wealth.

Dragon scales, dragon teeth, dragon meat, dragon blood, and dragon horns are all precious magic materials that are hard to find with huge sums of money. If a low-level adventurer can capture a young dragon, he can live without worries for the rest of his life if he has no ideals.

However, even if the little dragon at this time does not have the ability to protect his precious dragon body, no intelligent creature dares to attack him on Thorn Island.

Nothing else.

In the previous three battles to seize the island, the power of the Queen has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

With the strength of the legendary dragon, the Queen can arrive in an instant from anywhere on Thorn Island and turn Xiaoxiao Chongzhi into ashes and dust if she dares to attack her dragon son.

After a brief silence.

A tall and burly undead man wearing heavy black armor walked out of the obelisk.

Death Knight Alfred.

Every time the death knight took a step, the ferocious iron boots made of steel came into contact with the ground. The ground trembled slightly, and the surrounding death aura also vibrated. As he moved, the sound of rough friction between steel and bones sounded from the death knight. The sharp voice was noisy and harsh, with a strange pressure.

When it appears, the surrounding undead creatures automatically retreat to both sides, making way for a path, and lower their heads at the same time, expressing their submission to the death knight.

quickly.

The death knight walked up to Saga.

At close range, Saga looked at the death knight carefully.

The tall body reaching three meters is much taller than the little dragon hatchling that is now lying on all fours.

At the same time, a stream of strong death aura surrounded its body, rolling endlessly. The ferocious black heavy armor covered the whole body, and even the face was hidden under the steel mask. Only a pair of deep, burning souls were exposed all over the body. Eyes of fire.

"Your Highness Saga, Death Knight Alfred welcomes you."

Facing the little dragon hatchling, the tall and burly Alfred beat his chest heavily with one hand, making a clanging sound.

It formally performed a knightly ceremony to show respect to Saga.

The death knight understands that among all the known dragons, the most arrogant, arrogant, and most proud of his bloodline is the red dragon, the leader of the five-color evil dragons.

And what Saga accepted was the Red Dragon inheritance.

[We are born to be kings, born to be lords, and the ultimate ruler]

[The whole world should sink in the shadow of the true dragon's wings]

[The only meaning of the existence of all races is to be enslaved by the true dragon, otherwise, they should not exist]

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Whether Saga is willing to admit it or not, these concepts derived from the Red Dragon inheritance have been quietly rooted in his heart, following him like a shadow and lingering.

And Saga has never refused to reject his current identity and those inherited ideas.

After all, he didn't become an inferior creature like a slime jackal, but became a dragon, the top magical creature in the endless world plane of the multiverse.

Back to business.

The death knight's solemn treatment gave the young dragon respect and face.

Saga grinned, revealing his immature dragon teeth.

"Very good, I see your respect for the true dragon."

The voice paused for a moment, and Saga raised a paw and continued: "I can make the decision to reduce your tax payment by one copper coin this year."