Chapter 101 The Origin of the Holy Dragon Continent

Zhang Xing was not in a hurry to return to the academy. He finally came out, so he took a walk first.

He also knew the intention of Emperor Keith. He just valued his dragon and tied him to the Royal Academy to serve the empire!

As for those magic theory courses, if he studied hard, he could finish them in a few days.

He also wanted to talk to Emperor Keith to see if he could skip classes and ask for a personal leave or sick leave.

"Bauhinia City is not far from here. Let's go and take a look. That is the territory awarded to me by the emperor. I have never been there!"

Zhang Xing muttered to himself and turned to walk in the opposite direction of the imperial capital.

In the Imperial Capital Royal Magic Academy, Emperor Keith was looking for the great magicians who led the team.

"It's been four days. Where is Zhang Xing? Didn't you say he came back first?"

"Go out and find him!"

Emperor Keith sat on an ordinary chair with a gloomy face and a sharp gaze scanning the instructors back and forth.

"Your Majesty, Zhang Xing rode his dragon and ran away when he saw the necromancer appear. We escaped after a bloody battle and several students died."

"He is so abominable. Before that, he also robbed other students' monsters..."

A tutor stood straight, his head slightly tilted forward, and his right hand fingers were pressed together on his chest, respectfully saying things that were inverted.

"Okay, I don't want to hear this. Send someone to find him!"

Emperor Keith interrupted the tutor and waved his hand to drive them all out.

After these people left, Emperor Keith changed to a comfortable sitting position and began to ponder.

"Hey! Zhang Xing..."

"Maybe he is still young and has never seen such a terrifying scene. It is reasonable for him to run away."

"It seems that he will have to teach him strictly in the future and can't be left alone."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Emperor Keith's eyes.

Originally, he didn't believe what these tutors said. When Zhang Xing competed in the Sixth Academy, he performed very bravely.

That resolute face and deep eyes showed that he was not a coward.

But after detailed questioning, his four daughters and all other students said the same thing.

This made him believe it half a point, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

After waiting for another three days, Zhang Xing still didn't come back, and his irritability became more and more intense.

Just when Zhang Xing turned to go to Zijing City, he finally ordered someone to look for him.

Zhang Xing didn't know that these nobles and royal relatives were so shameless.

This was not a good thing to fight for fame and fortune. They were really shameless to the extreme, using every opportunity to attack or belittle him.

Emperor Keith shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off this little thing.

He opened the "Tianxing Empire Historical Records" on the table, which was more than a foot thick, and found the description of the necromancer, and read it carefully.

"The necromancer, also known as the necromancer, the ghost master... summons the souls of the enslaved dead and turns them into undead creatures."

"One thousand two hundred years ago, the evil undead invaded the Holy Dragon Continent..."

"After a hundred years of war, all the necromancers who gained powerful powers by selling their souls were killed!"

"The dead warriors and magicians of various countries became their servants and turned into demons!"

"The war became more and more intense, just when mankind was about to perish!"

"A short-haired, black-eyed young man appeared with his dark blue holy dragon..."

"He saved mankind!"

"In order to thank him, people renamed this continent the Holy Dragon Continent!"

"..."