032 Undead Conference_1

Before the Thorn Legion completely withdrew, Cassiopeia had already flown toward the Thorn Nest ahead of them.

She needed to return to the Thorn Nest as soon as possible to heal her injuries.

Watching the Green Dragon's gradually disappearing figure, Otto breathed a sigh of relief. But before leaving, Cassiopeia left a remark.

"Our cooperation continues; I hope that next time we meet, you can come up with a satisfying answer for me …"

The Thorn Legion left this place, but the Lizardman Clan was left behind.

Corrupted Elves replaced Cassiopeia in commanding the Thorn Legion's movements, forbidding the Lizardmen from acting together with the Thorn Legion.

Feeling uneasy, the Lizardmen stayed in place. Most of them were not aware of their relationship with Otto; only Saru understood everything.

The way the Corrupted Elves looked at the Lizardmen was familiar; it was the same gaze they used when shooting monsters from the Flame Legion.

It was a gaze directed at enemies, and he knew the secret was out.

According to Cassiopeia's plan, she had intended to get rid of the Lizardman Clan after the battle, but Otto's appearance disrupted her plan.

To fulfill the promise she made to Otto, she used Communication Magic to notify her Elf pet, changing her order.

Of course, there were some other arrangements as well.

Finally, the massive monster battle came to an end.

But nobody noticed that as the monster army withdrew, some strange Skeleton Soldiers also fell to the ground one by one.

As the eerie flames in their skull slowly went out, the undead beings turned into ordinary skeletons.

Otto's immense size dropped before the Lizardman Clan's formation, the resulting gale forcing the Lizardmen in the front row to narrow their eyes.

Saru stepped forward respectfully, bowing to the ground. He had noticed Otto from the beginning, and now that everything was exposed, the Lizardmen needed to cling tightly to Otto's thighs.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing this situation, even though the Lizardmen weren't particularly intelligent, they generally understood what was happening: they had a new master.

Otto nodded at Saru, "You've done well, but Cassiopeia knows about our affair. Therefore, some things need to be addressed sooner…"

He now urgently wanted to possess his own monster legion. It went without saying that having two adult dragons and their vast retinue as possible threats was very powerful.

Saru also understood that the Lizardman Clan alone wouldn't be enough for Otto.

Although increasing the number of followers accompanying Otto might affect the Lizardmen's status in Otto's heart, this was undoubtedly an inevitable choice.

Before that, he needed to lead the Lizardmen back to their territory. Only the elderly and weak remained there, and they needed to return to protect their homes as soon as possible.

Even though Cassiopeia promised to spare the Lizardmen, one couldn't completely trust a Green Dragon's promise.

Otto flew to the Lizardman's territory first, as he was somewhat worried about Sofia; he always felt that the girl wouldn't obediently listen and stay with the remaining Lizardmen.

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In a dark corner somewhere, several mysterious blue-green flames appeared with a snap of a finger.

The faint light allowed people to vaguely see the situation here.

This seemed to be a forgotten underground room, dark and damp, with the surrounding walls covered in stains, mold, and dark red bloodstains.

In the center of the room, there was a square table pieced together from various creatures' remains.

Around this horrifying object, there were four similarly dressed black-robed men.

They sat motionless on their horrific seats made from assorted remains, their desiccated figures resembling mummies.

In fact, they had already stopped breathing, and occasionally, maggots could be seen crawling between their rotting flesh.

These were Witch Demons, eternally living, sinister and tricky undead beings that hardly anyone liked.A peculiar crystal ball was carefully placed on a skeletal table, with a slightly moldy red cloth under it.

The scene in the crystal ball was frozen on the battlefield between the Thorn Legion and the Flame Legion.

The Witch Demon sitting at the head of the table let out a hoarse voice.

"As you can see, our plan has failed..."

"It's just a tiny accident..."

Another Witch Demon voiced his opinion, which soon led to an argument.

"What matters is the outcome, not the process..."

"The result is that after all our hard work and planning, it's all gone to waste!"

"It's just a matter of extending the timeline of the plan..."

"You're always like this! Do you know what we're about to face?"

"I think we should focus on that sudden Silver Dragon, perhaps we can get an extra piece of work from it."

"A mere impure-blooded young dragon, not even qualified for conversion."

"Do you know how precious the material is?"

"Time is running out!"

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"Bang!"

The first Witch Demon, who had spoken earlier, slammed the table, stopping the ongoing argument.

"Enough! I didn't summon you all here to listen to your complaints and arguments. Instead, I wanted to see if our plan could still continue. The intentions of the Death Lord are becoming clearer and clearer..."

After a moment of silence, one Witch Demon suggested, "Continue sending new followers to the Red Dragon and urge him to rekindle the war as soon as possible."

"He's injured. He wouldn't want to do that in a short amount of time..."

"Send some Svirfneblin and new monster clans to join the Red Dragon's army, and leave magic items in the cave where he rests if necessary."

Someone protested, "Like the ring previously given to the Green Dragon? I think I need to remind you that it's precious and will affect the final product quality!"

"Can't we wait a little longer?"

"We do have almost infinite time, but the Death Lord won't wait for us to arrange everything before starting the war!"

"Yes, he will tear your bones apart and swallow the soul fire within you!"

"Time has become the scarcest thing for the Undead. How ironic..."

"I still think that the strange Silver Dragon could also become our spoils of war."

"An impure-blooded Silver Dragon? Do you need a reminder of how difficult it is to collect the necessary materials?"

"Of course not, I'm well aware of what you know!"

Seeing the argument resurface, the first Witch Demon who spoke slammed the table again.

Looking at his thin and withered arm, one couldn't help but worry that it would break from the force.

"Enough. It's settled. No matter how precious the material is, it can be recollected, but if we fail, we lose everything, including our souls. Unfortunately, the Life Box is useless against the Death Lord."

Seeing that the other Witch Demons no longer opposed, he stood up and said, "I'll arrange everything..."

He left the dark, damp secret chamber, while the remaining Witch Demons bowed their heads motionlessly, like soulless husks.