Black Dragon Code

Leon knew he could be found at the White Tower.

Over the years, the emperor has become more and more fond of going to the White Tower, repelling the attendants and guards, standing alone on the highest point of the tower and looking out, looking over the pale golden gate of dawn, overlooking the imperial capital known as the City of Ten Thousand Cities.

Zion, this ancient name, represents the center of the world and the absolute ruler of power. The ancestors of mankind started from this remote land and continued to expand outwards, building an epic empire in iron and fire. It has firmly grasped the hegemony of the mainland for more than 1,700 years, leaving behind countless glorious histories and legends.

Along the wide stone steps from bottom to top, Leon climbed all the way to the top, and before he had time to bow, the emperor turned around.

His expression was as indifferent as a bottomless deep pool, but his eyes were piercing, and his voice was calm: Are you ready?

According to your order, I have assembled the elite troops of the Dawn Legion and are ready to leave at any time. Leon reported.

Okay. The emperor nodded, without saying anything, and turned back to look at his own city.

Is this really necessary?

Leon came closer, stood beside the emperor, and said softly: Those alien races may not have plans for peace talks. Maybe we can try to communicate with the black dragon and end this war in a peaceful way.

Are you saying such naive words to comfort me, Your Excellency the General?

The emperor shook his head: You and I both know that the ultimate goal of the black dragon is to become the ruler of Elradia, and it will not give up until it achieves this goal; and the peace talks you talked about are actually surrender, and the sun never sets when you give up. Sovereignty and dignity, become a vassal of the Black Dragon, like the Central Trade Federation.

The general was silent.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the bright moon ring appeared above the King City of Zion. Its carrier was destroyed in the Central War, but the legendary mages of the royal court quickly reconstructed it to create a more magnificent sky city. , Emperor Enrithil personally named it Imola, which is similar to the divine name Temora of the Goddess of Hope, and the hidden symbols and meanings are self-evident.

'Imola' is about to leave, isn't His Majesty planning to meet his children? the general asked.

The words that should be said have been repeated many times. There is no need to hold back at this time. The journey of drifting in the astral world may not be more comfortable than living in the shadow of the black dragon.

Enrithil glanced at him: Didn't you say goodbye to your relatives, friends and heirs?

I think the same as the emperor. General Leon said relaxedly.

The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

Lyon, how long have I been emperor? Enrichel asked suddenly.

So far, it has been two hundred and sixty years.

You have also been the head of the Dawn Legion for two hundred and sixty years.

yes.

Two hundred and sixty years ago, when we together expelled the previous emperor who had gone astray, Aglaron Ramorahan, the Lich King, bleeding all day long, Zion was almost turned into a city of bones. The city, the scene of that year is still vivid when I think about it now.”

Enrithil said softly: My father must have been killed, otherwise the dragon would not be able to grasp the clues of the Eye of Gruumsh and lift the blood curse on the orc.

Is it because of this that the emperor hates the black dragon?

That's not true. Aglalon has walked the path of the undead, and he can no longer be called a human being. Of course, I will no longer regard him as my father.

To die is to die, there is nothing to say.

Enrithil sneered: It's just that for so many years, I have been conceited of wisdom and bravery, and I have always wanted to fight for greater hegemony for the empire on which the sun never sets, but I didn't realize until today that during the two hundred years that Emperor Enrithil was in power, Buluo has neither broken through the boundaries of the gods nor resisted the invasion of alien races, everything I have done is not even as good as Aglalon, which is really ridiculous.

We have defeated the lords in the abyss, and we have also captured the king of the sea clan, the aboleth. Under your rule, the military power and civilization of the empire on which the sun never sets has been rising. If there are another one or two hundred years, the Bright Moon Circle may It can really deconstruct the rules of the gods. No one will laugh at such a feat.

Leon shook his head: It's just that the black dragon bears the will of Elradia, and even the gods can't predict its rise and cannot compete with it. All our efforts will of course have no effect. .”

I'm really not reconciled, the sun never sets.

Enrithil stretched out his hand towards the King City of Zion below, as if he wanted to hold everything in front of him: The ancestors of mankind used countless blood and wisdom to create this empire and make it the overlord of the world. In seventeen hundred years, How much thought, wealth, knowledge and technology it has bred, but now it is like a ripe fruit, waiting to be picked by foreigners.

Leon clenched his sword tightly.

Now there is only one thing left for us to do, which is to gamble everything and kill the black dragon, or be killed by the black dragon.

Enrithil looked up at the sky, and there was a colorful rainbow under the dome, which was the bubble formed by Imola breaking through the boundary wall: If you can do everything possible to kill the black dragon, that would be the best, and the Black Wing Empire will immediately Falling apart, we have plenty of time to regroup and deal with the coming demons.

It would be good if I were killed by the black dragon, and the people on 'Imola' would see that the Emperor would rather die than bow his head to a foreign race, and it would give them courage Survive the world drifting, and one day, the descendants of the sun never sets will come back to this land and take back their own hometown.

Enrithil whispered, and suddenly turned his head to look at Leon, his voice was like thunder: Are your soldiers really ready? I mean—ready to die!

The general grinned: The soldiers of the Dawn Legion will naturally not lack the courage to fight to the death.

Enrithil turned around suddenly, and went down the steps, shaking off his expensive fur robe, and his crimson armor was cold and stern.

Under the White Pagoda, there are people in armor everywhere. The armor is like water, and the spears are like forest.

Elradia At the end of 1782, the Emperor on which the sun never sets led 30,000 soldiers from the Dawn Legion to launch a surprise attack on the black dragon Caesar who inhabited the Gobi Desert in the middle of Erwen. The Lord of the Hell was burned to ashes.

In the era when the sun never sets and the black wings stand side by side, Enrithil put forward the theory of alien threat, and regarded the northern clans as the greatest threat to mankind. When he died, he had never seen the legendary Black Winged King with his own eyes.

Weak people, even if you do everything, it will be a dead end.

Azriel taunted the defeated with a tone almost contemptuous.

After a long time, the Black Emperor woke up from his deep sleep. Seeing the wreckage and flames covering the battlefield, he was silent for a long time, sighed softly, and ordered to his family members: I appreciate the last rise of these people, and I will leave them in history. Write down their names.

Three days later, the Black Dragon Emperor came to Zion.

The wheel of history rolls forward, and the fourth era of Elradia begins.