Chapter 298 The Rescue of the Holy Dragon Father

"Black Book of the Dead?"

Tyramus, who originally wanted to move around and look for resources in the broken wreckage, was completely motionless after discovering the book that suddenly appeared in his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

Tyramus, who was born with a fetish for magic and was extremely obsessed with spells, although he corrected some of his mistakes after being thrown into a large cemetery full of dead spirits, was fascinated again after being exposed to the Black Book of the Dead, which recorded countless profound knowledge.

Although the knowledge recorded in it is all related to the dead, in Tyramus's view, it is also worth learning and mastering. There is no need to have negative emotions of disgust and rejection because it is related to death.

Death always stands on the opposite side of the living. The vast majority of the living are so disgusted and afraid. The very few who can accept it calmly often have extraordinary characteristics.

Even among the group of gods, the gods who can master the power of death are one of the best in the group of gods, and almost no gods are willing to provoke them.

"It's really interesting. It turns out that you can create undead in this way. Now you can try it."

In the underground palace full of undead, it is too easy to obtain undead materials. They are all over the ground. Just pick them up. If you can't do it, you can just pry out the bricks and stones on the corners and floors.

However, before practicing, Teramus had to think about a question, that is, where did the Black Book of the Dead come from?

Why did this holy book of the dead, which records so much secret knowledge, appear in his residence, and scratch him, becoming his property.

Combined with his previous experience, this holy book of the dead was probably given to him deliberately by the owner of this underground maze, otherwise it could be his luck? Did he just pick it up by chance?

Teramus is not that stupid, nor naive. He has found out that the ruler who rules the cemetery does not want to kill him, but does not want him to have an easy life.

If he wants to make himself live more comfortably, he can only work hard on his own, and now the other party has put a road in front of him.

"Father, do you want me to be a master of the dead? Or the god of death?"

The clever descendant of the Holy Dragon accurately locked onto the ultimate culprit. He believed that everything he was experiencing now was arranged by his father.

Otherwise, why would he still stay in this cemetery full of dead spirits? He should have been taken back to the palace full of infinite splendor.

However, even if he guessed the truth, it would be useless. There was no change to his current situation. He could only guess what standard he had to achieve before he could leave this place.

Now, it seems that he can only rely on his own strength to fight out of here, otherwise he can't leave. As long as he leaves the current room, he will encounter irresistible dead spirits before he explores for a long time.

"Where is Terra?"

Compared to the youngest son who was struggling to escape from the cemetery, Noah had to face another problem at this moment, that is, his youngest son's mother had come to him.

As a mother dragon who has lost contact with her offspring for seven years, Agnes is now extremely irritable. She is not afraid even when facing an ancestral golden dragon that is several times larger than her.

"Why don't you let me see him? I am his mother."

"It's not that I don't let you see him, but he is undergoing a training now."

Noah patiently comforted the mother dragon in front of him.

"Training? He is just a youngling now, what kind of training does he need?"

Agnes could not accept Noah's explanation.

"It is precisely because he is a youngling that he needs to be trained. Haven't you heard a saying that education should start from childhood?

I have high hopes for Telramus. I hope he can become a dragon as powerful as me, so even when he is a youngling, he can't slack off."

Noah found a very sufficient reason to explain.

He can understand a mother's love for her only child, but he can imagine how violent such a mother would be when she saw her child trapped in the land of the dead.

Although he was not afraid, he still hoped that the atmosphere in his palace would be relatively warm and harmonious, because the power he held was external, not internal.

"Become a dragon like you? Can he also become an ancestral dragon?"

Agnes, who was a little agitated, suddenly became much quieter after hearing the reason given by Noah, and there was hope in her bright golden eyes.

As a qualified golden dragon mother, Agnes naturally hoped that her offspring could achieve outstanding achievements and have a bright future, preferably like his father.

Cute Agnes also knew that this was impossible, because her child only inherited half of the ancestral bloodline, and under the influence of his mediocre mother, he had even suffered a serious degeneration. Although he was stronger than an ordinary golden dragon, he was also limited.

"I was able to evolve from an ordinary golden dragon to become the current ancestral dragon. My children have a higher and better starting point and foundation than me. Why can't I?"

Noah asked back, although he didn't know how to make his two offspring completely return to their ancestors and have ancestral bloodline.

However, Noah feels that this problem is only temporary, and as his strength continues to increase, there will definitely be a solution.

"Then can I go see him? I miss him so much, Noah, I'm a first-time mother and I really miss him."

Agnes accepted the reasons given by Noah, although her common sense told her that without the favor of the Dragon God or Dragon King, ordinary dragons, no matter how excellent they are, can only become atavistic dragons at best. , and it is impossible to become the ancestral dragon.

But since her husband promised her this, she could trust him for now, but even so, she still wanted to see her child.

"Be patient for a while, and he will soon complete the trial I arranged for him. By then, you can stay with him as long as you want."

"Not now?"

Agnes had a pleading look in her eyes.

"It's best not to meet him. Even if you see him, you probably want to talk to him. Your behavior and actions will shake his will."

"No, it won't. I won't interfere or affect him. Just let me take a look, let me take a look quietly in the dark."

"Three years. After three years, if he has not completed the trial, I will take you over to take a look."

Noah assured.

"good!"

After hearing Noah's guarantee, even if Agnes was unwilling, she had to endure it for the time being. For the Dragon Clan, three years was really not a long time.

After finally appeasing his partner, Noah began to think about whether to change his little son's trial location. The Elf Kingdom seemed to be good too. If the Elf was in charge, he could visit there when the time came. A nice decent place.

"The scenario is bearable, but the risk is somewhat unacceptable."

The Royal Court of Middle-earth among the elves is protected by the elven gods. Although it seems peaceful and peaceful, for the descendants of Noah, that land is far more dangerous than the kingdom of the dead.

"Let me think about it again."

When Noah was thinking about where to move his children, half a year passed in a blink of an eye. The aloof Holy Dragon quickly put this little thing behind him because he had too many things to deal with, even his children. It can't take up too much of his time.

However, when another half a year passed, Noah completely gave up on this matter and no longer had the intention to deal with it because he encountered a more important matter.

A short and thin halfling suddenly appeared in the sky above the Mage City, and the moment his body appeared, he began to fall downwards in a free fall at a very fast speed.

Amidst the fierce screams, a mage who happened to be walking outside and clearing his mind noticed his presence. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his head. An atmospheric hand that was generally transparent, but whose outline could be vaguely seen, grabbed the man. The halfling grabbed it and scooped it up in front of him.

"Where are you from as a halfling? Who gave you the coordinates?"

The inquiring mage looked up again as he spoke, where the halfling with a look of panic and fear on his face appeared in front of him.

Logically speaking, unless permission is obtained, it is not easy for even a legendary mage to appear above the Mage City with teleportation spells.

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"I, the halfling Vig from Helan Continent, am the envoy of His Excellency Angelis, the Guardian of the Golden Dragon Dawn. I want to meet the current head of the Augustus family, Lord Cassius!"

The halfling Vege, who was firmly wrapped in the hand of the atmosphere, quickly replied.

His expression was full of fear, because what he saw now was completely different from the scene described to him by the seriously injured and dying golden dragon. There seems to be a problem with his transmission.

"Cassius, the contemporary head of the Augustus family? This is news from hundreds of years ago."

The mage frowned, then sneered.

However, the way he looked at the halfling in front of him was much calmer. After all, the real controller of the mage city under his feet was the first grandmother of the Augustus family, although he had barely seen her.

"Isn't the head of the Augustus family that Lord Cassius? Then who is the current head of the family? Does he have legendary strength?"

The halfling Vege quickly realized that there was no mistake in the transmission location, and there was no problem with the message he received. It was just out of date. The dragon's sense of time misled him, so he asked very urgently.

"Is there any legend? Are you kidding me? The Augustus family is now the number one royal family in Zealandia!"

If it weren't for the fact that the dwarf in front of him was wrapped with an aura that didn't belong to this world, the mage would have thought that this guy was fooling him. This is common sense.

"As for the Lord Cassius you mentioned, he has been missing for almost a hundred years."

"Excuse me, can you introduce me to the current head of the Augustus family?"

"I don't have this ability. If I could introduce you, I wouldn't stay here now. What on earth do you want? If it's very important, I will report it to you."

"I am the envoy of His Excellency Golden Dragon Anglis. On behalf of His Excellency Anglis and his partner Althea, I request legendary assistance from the Augustus family."

"Angelis? Althea? Never heard of it! Are these the names of two golden dragons? Wait a minute and I'll ask."

The mage thought for a while and had no impression. He had never heard the names of these two golden dragons, but for the sake of the golden dragons, he was willing to ask about them.

As a result, the Mage City, which has become the magical holy land in the east of the mainland, roared with unprecedented vibrations, and dazzling elemental rings appeared on the towers.

"Are you the envoy of the golden dragon Angelis?"

Noah, who walked out of the mountains and landed in the mage city, stared at the trembling halflings below. His adoptive mother Serena was not in the mage city at the moment, so Talling Gugfiel contacted him immediately after receiving the inquiry.

"Yes."

The halfling Wei Ge summoned up the courage and answered with difficulty, because he had never seen such a glorious and majestic golden dragon. The other party stood in front of him like a golden mountain. Although he felt sincere awe, but It also gave him a kind of inner excitement and joy.

"What credentials do you have?"

Noah looked at the halfling thief in front of him. Under the pressure of his dragon power, almost half of his body disappeared into the air.

It must be said that this is a very good thief. Many skills are integrated into his instincts. Even if he is unconscious, he can use muscle memory to perform them.

"This is the dragon scale given to me by His Excellency Anglis. It has a letter left by him personally. He said that as long as I give this dragon scale to the contemporary head of the Augustus family, I will be able to obtain the assistance of a legend. ”

The halfling Vege gingerly took out a palm-sized golden dragon scale from his arms.

"Give it to me. There is no need to give it to the head of the Augustus family. He is busy with work and may not have time to pay attention to you."

"OK."

How could the halfling Vege dare to say no at this time? Compared to the head of the Augustus family who could be praised by the golden dragon, the halfling felt that the golden dragon in front of him was more powerful.

If he was willing to provide assistance to his plane, he felt that he could at least match the role played by five or six legends, maybe more.

"Excuse me, are you the elder of Mr. Angelis?"

After offering up the dragon scales, the halfling Vege couldn't help but ask. He was very curious about the identity of the golden dragon in front of him.

"If this dragon scale comes from the Lord Angelis you mentioned, then I should be his heir."

Noah took the dragon scale, and the information recorded on it flowed through his heart naturally like water. It was a very brief letter asking for help.

In short, a couple of golden dragons who were keen to devote themselves to the war of justice and against evil were trapped. Both dragons of the couple were seriously injured, and they did not even have the strength to conduct a cross-border rescue. They could only entrust a thief to come to find reinforcements.