Chapter 307 You Stay Here, Don't Move

Seeing the legendary wizard hugging his wife, Anglis had a very strange expression on his face. It was a kind of awkward posture that was both entangled and helpless, wanting to resist but having some reservations, wanting to complain but worrying about appearing narrow-minded.

"Aunt, pay attention to your image."

Noah looked at his father like this and reminded his adoptive mother.

"You know what my image is. There are no foreign dragons here. What is there to pay attention to?"

Selena was carefree, with a wanton and generous attitude. There was no dignity and majesty that a legendary wizard should have.

"Noah is still here!"

Orseya also pushed Serena, and her face also showed helplessness and surprise.

She was surprised at the powerful power that her close friend had at the moment, but she seemed to have no way to resist.

"Noah, it's okay. I also raised this kid since he was young. However, he is too big now and not as fun as when he was young. My Orseya is still the most beautiful."

"I'll go see Tyramus. If it's suitable, I'll bring him back."

Noah saw his adoptive mother appear so timely to help him resolve the crisis. While grateful, he also planned to take the opportunity to bring his youngest son back.

First deal with these two old fathers and mothers who are worried about their descendants. As for the subsequent experience, it can be arranged separately.

As for Iliad, although he is young, if you convert it a little, because of the ancestral dragon bloodline, he may not have left the juvenile dragon stage.

Such a young man, but he can rule a country. Such treatment is definitely not bad for the metal dragon clan. I wonder how many dragons will envy him. That is, his mother doesn't like it, but the dragon father Anglissan is actually quite satisfied.

But the youngest son Tyramus is completely different. No matter which metal dragon sees the experience he has experienced, it will explode.

Noah guessed that this was also the reason why his adoptive mother would jump out now. After all, it was she who gave this bad idea. Noah thought it was good and then executed it.

"Go!"

Selina waved her hand, and Noah disappeared into the palace without waiting for his mother to speak.

Noah went directly to the northern ice field and came to the entrance of the cemetery. Then he notified his nephew,

"Open the door for me."

"?"

"I'm outside the cemetery."

"..."

Not long after, Wayne, who was just wearing a black robe, saw a golden dragon more than one meter long. Noah was too lazy to use the transformation technique, but just reduced his size by a hundred times. This was more convenient and faster, and it was more in line with his usual preferences.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

As the devil, Wayne was obviously not used to Noah's sudden visit. Even if he tried his best to cover it up, Noah could feel the resistance of this little guy. He didn't want to see his arrival.

But it's normal. He is the king of billions of undead in the northern ice field. In this area, his will is absolute. But Noah's arrival has turned him into a dragon. It's strange that he can be in high spirits.

"Let me see my son's current state. If he performs well, he can relax for a while. He can't always be in such a high-pressure environment."

"I'm afraid his current state will be a little beyond your expectations. You must be prepared."

"Hmm? It seems that you have prepared another surprise for me."

Noah grinned and couldn't help laughing.

"No, it's because your child is too good that his talent can't be hidden."

"You are much more mature than you were back then."

Hearing such flattering and flattering words, Noah looked at the black-robed young man in front of him with a majestic face, and couldn't help but sigh,

"In that case, take me down to see."

After that, Noah didn't wait for the nephew to refuse, and jumped forward, coiled on the head of the demon king, and used him as a mount.

Wayne felt his head sink slightly, and felt the heavy weight coming from his head. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

The other person's strength and seniority are there, what's the point of him resisting? It will only make himself more embarrassed, and this is at the gate of his old nest.

If this fight breaks out, he will definitely be the one who loses face in the end. It is better to treat this ancestral dragon as a living dragon crown. Thinking of this, he feels much better.

How many beings in this world can wear an ancestral dragon on their heads?

In today's world, there is only one person.

With the protection of the Demon King himself, Noah's entry into the cemetery this time is naturally smoother than the last time. He soon came to the level where Teramus lived.

Although in name, Teramus, who was captured by the Demon King himself, is a prisoner of the cemetery, but in fact, the residence of this son of the Holy Dragon in the cemetery is quite luxurious.

Even if Noah came, he couldn't find anything wrong, because the specifications arranged by Wayne, even if it was for an adult dragon to live in, there was nothing wrong. It was just that the environment was a little gloomy and not suitable for living creatures.

"I'll go in and take a look myself, you don't have to accompany me!"

Feeling the breath of his own cub, Noah signaled that the mount under him could go and do what he needed to do.

"You can contact me directly if you have any needs. As long as it is within my ability, I will do my best to meet them."

"Yes!"

Noah raised his dragon claw and waved it indifferently, and then walked into the dragon's nest with confidence under the slightly worried eyes of the young man.

Swish~

Swish~

As soon as Noah stepped into the dragon's nest, the knife light dense enough to cut anything into fine pieces came from the shadows, and before Noah could crush the knife light in front of him, a series of shrill howls that penetrated the soul sounded beside his ears.

"Interesting!"

Noah looked at the empty dark corridor in front of him. If he looked at it from the perspective of a mortal, there was no living thing in this wide and long corridor. He didn't even know where the attack came from, and he would be chopped into pieces of meat and bones.

However, the ancestral golden dragon could see the skeleton warriors walking in the shadows, the ghosts lurking in the darkness, and some more strange undead creatures waiting for an opportunity to attack.

"I've never seen a dead spirit before. Did you do all this?"

Noah looked at the golden dragon shadow that appeared at the end of the corridor. The owner of this dragon's nest had sensed his arrival and was coming to greet him.

"Father."

Although Noah's current size was very different from the past, Tyramus recognized Noah at a glance. After all, this was the biological father who gave him everything he had now.

"You really are a little beyond my expectations!"

Noah looked at his offspring who came to greet him, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

The ancestral bloodline passed down from him can naturally protect his offspring, and even in the cemetery full of dead spirits, it is not eroded by negative energy.

But perhaps because he has lived in the cemetery for too long, as a golden dragon, Tyramus's scales are bright, but not as shining as Noah's.

Therefore, there are still large shadows under his body, even on his limbs, dragon wings, and even in the gaps between his scales. In these shadows, Noah saw an incredible number of dead spirits lurking.

This guy carries a legion of undead shadows with him. He seems to be alone, but in fact, as long as he wants, he can summon an elite legion of undead from the shadows at any time.

This is probably because since his last visit, he asked Wayne to increase his efforts and strive to clear the undead around Tyramus in every attack, and his son took preventive measures against this.

He no longer puts his troops in the open, but hides in the shadows. Although Noah can see all the details of his son, how many people have his vision.

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Shadow shuttle is a signature ability of the assassin profession. Even if it is a legend, let alone a melee profession, even if it is a spellcaster, if you don’t learn and master targeted prevention and detection spells, you will still be hit.

Therefore, Tyramus was able to effectively preserve his troops under the increasingly harsh training in the cemetery, and would not be exhausted every time and have to start all over again.

However, what surprised Noah the most was how this little guy managed to give every undead he created the ability to shuttle through shadows.

The employment range of the undead race covers almost all professions, and assassins are naturally included in it. However, assassin-type undead who can master shadow shuttles are undoubtedly intelligent species. This is definitely the treasure of every high-level undead, and will definitely be cultivated as a direct line and trump card.

But this little guy in front of him created a bunch of elite undead by himself. Such an ability would amaze even the demigod lich.

"Unexpectedly? Didn't you arrange all this? Wasn't it within your estimation that I could create shadow guards? Have your expectations of me been so low?"

There are very complex and strong emotions in Tyramus' words.

As a young dragon, he was suddenly thrown into a maze full of undead without any notice or preparation.

Although he quickly deduced from the various situations he had experienced that this was just a training for him, was such a training too harsh for a metal young dragon?

Why did he have to go through such a thing? As a pure-blooded metal dragon, shouldn't he stay in a safe dragon's nest, enjoy the care of his parents, grow up healthily, and then learn spells when he was old enough?

Why did his father throw him into the underground maze? Intentionally train his combat and war command capabilities? Could it be that his father was not surprised by his birth, or even disappointed, and felt that his performance did not meet expectations, so he trained him cruelly when he was still young?

Tyramus thought a lot during the eleven years he was trapped in the maze, and he hypothesized no less than a hundred reasons why his father threw him here, and he didn't know which one was the real reason.

But according to his speculation, his birth may have failed his father's original expectations. He was a child who was not valued, so he was treated like this.

"Shadow Guard? Is this the reason why the undead you created now can hide in the shadows?"

"When you gave me the Black Book of the Dead, didn't you take a look at it yourself?"

Talramus' tone was a bit sarcastic. Which golden dragon in the world would learn and master the necromancy? Probably only him.

Although the knowledge of the dead souls he was involved in was completely different from that of most necromancers, it even implied several paths to becoming a god.

But what does this mean? Is this his father's expectation for him? He hopes that he can become the dragon god of death?

This is the best idea of ​​Teramus. His father has a wish for him to become a god, but now it seems that his father knows nothing about the contents of the Black Book of the Dead Souls. In other words, his father has no expectations for him.

"Black Book of the Dead Souls?"

Noah nodded and turned away.

"I will bring you a junior. You stay here and don't move."

"Junior?"

Teramus, who originally looked a bit bitter and resentful, suddenly showed confusion.

However, Teramus saw his father, who had grown a little bigger, dragging a guy with a helpless face, who was constantly explaining and muttering "I didn't mean it" and "I just wanted to give a little gift" over.

"Take a look, do you know this guy?"

Noah pushed Wayne, who had given up any resistance, in front of his cub, and Tyramus frowned, looking at the creature in front of him with an unusually vigorous blood, and then shook his head in confusion,

"I don't know him."

"Then I will introduce him to you now. He is your eldest nephew. He is the fourth-generation descendant of the Augustus family and the only one in the fourth generation who has awakened the Titan bloodline."

"So, he is my nephew."

Tyramus' tone was a little surprised. He knew his father's generation in the Augustus family.

In other words, this extremely powerful creature in front of him was his junior. When he saw him, he had to call him Uncle Tyramus.

"Yes, he is your nephew. He is also the King of the Undead, the Lord of the Great Cemetery, and the Demon King!"

"Is he the master here? Or the King of the Undead? He is not a living creature, not even a dead spirit!"

Talramus subconsciously questioned, because this was too counterintuitive. The King of the Undead was not a dead spirit. Who would believe such a thing?

"Who said that only dead spirits can become the King of the Undead? When did the material world have such a rule?"

Noah asked back when he saw his child making a fuss.

"Ah, this..."

"I have already asked about the Black Scripture of the Dead that you just mentioned. It was thrown to you by him. This is his nephew's filial piety to you, his elder!"

Noah pointed to Wayne, who looked numb, and explained the misunderstanding just now.