"It's really not good to smell where there is no shadow element."

When Angela stepped into the northern realm, a smell of wet soil came over her. The air around her was peaceful and quiet, and the shadow elements were as weak as a pool of stagnant water, which made her feel uncomfortable all over.

After a long journey, Angela was adapting to the humanoid body. She sniffed and raised her head. Even if the light in the dark area was extremely weak, it made the dragon of disaster karma feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

Soon, she received an interview permit and, under the leadership of the Dark Curtain Scorpion Lion, traveled through countless clan habitats.

Angela keenly discovered that these evil races were obviously not long before they were conquered, and were filled with the breath of chaos and blood.

"It's indeed a red dragon."

The Dragon of Disaster thought that along the way, she found that the other party had many relatives and many powerful subordinates. The other five-colored dragons would never be able to achieve this level in a short period of time.

Even monsters like the dog demon, which are semi-purgatory blood, can be seen under that guy's command.

It can be seen that these evil races voluntarily act as their minions - if they are oppressed, they may have united to resist at this time.

This shows that that guy is not only a red dragon, but may even be the best among the red dragons.

Angela gathered the dragon's power, but at the same time, she did not exude any aura of a real dragon. She looked forward without saying a word in silence.

In the eyes of dragons, emitting dragon power in other real dragons is tantamount to declaring war. The disaster dragon does not want to be misunderstood by the reckless red dragon. She feels that so far, the two sides have not reached the point where they should start a war.

Angela became a human form. In the aesthetic view of dragons, the disaster dragon is too filthy. Apart from the black dragon, there is probably no other real dragon that thinks she is a beautiful dragon. In this way, she might as well choose a humanoid form that she can control. Anyway, dragons have their own unique aesthetics for all living things.

The Black Knight and his Skeleton Knights didn't have so many ideas. They looked around, just to judge the combat ability of the other forces. The undead creatures were burning with flames of hatred at all times. If they hadn't had many enemies and had seen so many living creatures, they would have drawn their swords long ago.

When the Calamity Dragon and the Black Knight were introduced to the Black Dragon Lord's habitat, Caesar was already waiting in the nest.

"Ri'an, outsiders from the south, welcome you, please sit down."

Of course, this is just a polite word, saying it is the Black Dragon's nest, but in fact it is the cave that Caesar dug out on the top of the mountain. There is no place for people to sit here.

"To the clans in the dark area, you are the outsider."

The man was under the eaves, but the black knight Nagendro subconsciously whispered a sarcastic sentence before raising his head.

He first saw the sharp and thick claws, then the strong muscles, shiny scales, and the cuticle as dark as black smoke and as thick as steel, and finally the head full of visual impact.

Is this a dragon?

That terrible body shape is like wearing a layer of armor.

Is this a red dragon in black skin, a black dragon with a long spurt, or some other uncommon dragon species?

Nagendrona had been through hundreds of years of skull, but now he suddenly felt a little pain. He subconsciously twisted his neck and looked at Angela, a complicant.

As a result, the disaster dragon also looked dull.

But after all, she was an adult dragon. The visual impact could not affect Angela's thoughts. She quickly reacted and suppressed all the exclamations that came to her mouth. The half-elf girl just bent forward and gave a lady gift to the other party: "Ri'an, the powerful Northern Lord."

The atmosphere was quite harmonious. Caesar looked at the woman in front of him and glanced at the Black Knight who was igniting the soul fire. The values ​​displayed by the two in the calibration device were about the same, both around 260. He didn't know which one was the real master of the undead realm.

Caesar asked, but felt that doing this was a bit low-level. After thinking about it, the guy simply didn't respond and was so embarrassed, waiting for the other party to speak first.

Anyway, they come to visit themselves, so there is always something to mention, right?

Angela waited for a while and found that the air was getting quieter and quieter. The dragon's eyes were floating, staring at the dome of the nest. It seemed that she was thinking about other things. She felt that she could not continue like this, and said actively: "Northern Lord, we rushed here from the far south, just to ask you the wise, where did you... come from?"

"Oh, there is a magic node in Eladia. I opened the passage and connected the dark area on the ground."

The black dragon smacked his lips and said, "How is it? Do you want to leave? I can take you with you, but only if you must swear allegiance."

"Uh..." Angela and the Black Knight were both choked.

Is this guy really a red dragon in black skin? I think the disaster dragon is probably only the red dragon that is so straightforward and speaks without thinking.

In fact, Caesar cannot be blamed. During this period, he had become accustomed to the routine of shaking the dragon body and turning his head back. At the beginning, Caesar would ask about his origins and ask about his origins. Later, he found out that it was just a waste of time, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Since adjusting his body, the process of gathering his family has become: meeting, clan amazes, questioning, clan loyalty, next...

His previous words were actually a cliché. When the disaster dragon asked, this guy said it straight away.

Angela was stunned for less than two seconds, and her delicate face immediately showed a pitiful expression, and she took two steps forward: "Of course I am willing to be loyal to you, the great dragon. As long as you agree to take me away, I am willing to offer you all my things."

She half-kneeled in front of Caesar, without hiding her delicate figure, and her emerald eyes looked straight at the strong black dragon.

"Including myself."

Intentionally or unintentionally, the disaster dragon added this sentence, and then complained in his heart: "But it does not include my treasure."

After entering the nest, she looked at Caesar immediately and found that the other party was indeed a real dragon. Her eyes immediately floated and she looked around the black dragon's nest.

As a result, Angela was disappointed. She found that the dragon was so poor that it was outrageous, and there was nothing but stones and some ferns.

You should know that in the concept of a real dragon, wealth is more important than strength. A poor and white dragon is extremely despised for any real dragon, not to mention that the other party is already an adult.

"Including yourself?"

Caesar repeated the other person's words with interest, looked up and down at the girl kneeling in front of him, and had to admit that from the perspective of human aesthetics, the other person is indeed a rare beauty, with a very good figure and very seductive.

The black dragon has not strengthened its perception ability, so until now, he has not discovered that the beauty in front of him is actually a dragon. He just feels that the half-elf stands with these undead skeleton knights, with different styles and some incompatible ways.

Before he could ask about the other party's identity, he found something strange on his tail.

The thick and short neck could not restrict his movements. Caesar turned his head, but found that the little fairy Luna was shaking her tail desperately. After finding herself turning her head, she said angrily: "You stinky guy, don't talk to her, don't be allowed..."
Chapter completed!