Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 297: The Undead Mage, Tyramus
"It really makes Long worry!"

Noah sighed unconsciously that his eldest son was thrown to another continent when he was still a teenager and was asked to expand the territory and become the ruler of a country without any soldiers.

No matter which branch of the metal dragon clan's upbringing standards are used, Noah's current behavior can be considered as a bastard, because any slightly responsible color dragon will raise its offspring into young dragons before expelling them from the dragon's nest.

However, Noah did not think that there was anything wrong with his behavior. He had rewarded his son with a piece of land. When it comes to generosity, there are few dragons in the world who can compare to him. Even the Dragon God pales in comparison to him.

After seeing his eldest son, Noah was ready to take a look at his youngest son to see how his life was going in the Demon King's City, whether he had adapted to the environment of the Demon King's City, and whether he had corrected his completely unnecessary problem of magic addiction.

Noah could sense the location of his youngest son, but he did not choose to go there directly like he did to his eldest son. After all, his youngest son was in the cemetery, which was not a simple location and could still pose some threat to him. Moreover, if he ran there for no reason, it would bring a lot of trouble to his eldest nephew.

"granduncle!"

However, when we contacted our eldest nephew Wayne, his expression looked a little unnatural, as if he had encountered something unspeakable.

"What happened?"

Noah looked calm and spoke in a steady tone, because in his perception, his youngest son, Teramus, was in good condition and his vital signs were normal. Since it was not a matter of life or death, then other things were minor issues.

“There were some little surprises that I didn’t expect.”

The demon king who ruled over billions of undead souls tried hard to control his expression, and kept recalling the countermeasures that he had spent a long time thinking of.

Although this was not a job he took on his own initiative, but was forced upon him by his great uncle, it is a fact that he took it and did not do it well.

He had not expected things to develop to this point, but no matter who was in charge, they could not have predicted such a thing. Who could have thought that a pure-blooded golden dragon would take the initiative to learn necromancy.

"So, you want to tell me that my offspring learned and mastered necromancy without any instruction and became a necromancer?"

After hearing his good nephew evasively talk about Teramus' experience in the cemetery during this period, Noah still accurately extracted the content and then asked back very naturally.

This is indeed something that ordinary people cannot imagine. Not to mention the Metal Dragon Clan, even among the Color Dragon Clan, they all despise the Black Dragon that would learn and master necromancy and even transform into a lich form. Even the White Dragon dares to mock the Undead Black Dragon.

If you tell others that a dignified golden dragon would actually learn necromancy, it would be considered a joke and no one would believe it. But this thing actually happened at this moment.

"As much as I want to deny it, I feel there is no point in hiding it."

Wayne's face showed helplessness.
"I have tried to correct it with violence and destroy all the undead he enslaved, but it is useless. This is a cemetery. He can create more undead at any time if he wants."

"Let me see his current condition!"

Noah was not as furious as his eldest nephew had expected. He did not even show the slightest bit of anger or annoyance. Instead, he seemed quite curious and looked very interested.

Then, Noah, the holy dragon known as the Golden Sun, saw the current appearance of his own son, a young golden dragon guarded by dozens of undead lords and hundreds of beautiful high-level ghosts.

Even with such a young form, it cannot conceal the indifference, solemnity, and the kingly demeanor of having everything under control that this young dragon has acquired through countless battles.

The young dragon was perched on a dragon bed made of a pile of dead bones, commanding his enslaved undead lords and ghosts to methodically kill the low-level undead that kept emerging. He was coiled on the skeletal dragon bed, carefully flipping through pages of books, calm and selfless.

"..."

Noah was originally a little worried that his little son would not be able to get used to living in the underground cemetery for a long time, but looking at the boy's current attitude, he must be living a very comfortable life.

However, according to Noah's observation, the kid was not really in a state of trance. He was fully aware of everything that happened in his room.

For example, he would accurately select individuals with excellent quality from the undead that kept pouring in from all directions and trying to harass him, and then forcibly plunder them and gain control of them.

Noah watched helplessly as the kid picked out three beautiful female ghosts from the surging ghost group in a very short time, and then added them to his own ghost maid group, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"What's going on? Don't you have a decent necromancer under your command? How did he take it so easily?"

In this situation, Noah couldn't help but look at his eldest nephew and began to hold him accountable.

This brat is so naughty at such a young age. He is still a young dragon, but he has already formed such a large-scale ghost maid group. It is outrageous.

He isn't even a father. As a holy dragon, he only has a few thousand great goblins and hundreds of dragon goblins serving him.

“Uncle, your child’s soul essence is too high, and he has already discovered it, so we dare not really hurt him.

Therefore, every time there was a fight, the mages under my command did not dare to compete with him, but would just give in after a slight struggle."

Wayne had to explain the reason. He did not intentionally lead Uncle Long to the evil path of the undead, but this Uncle Long was too good at figuring out the rules and could find loopholes in the rules.

After discovering that he would not suffer fatal harm in this cemetery full of undead, and that even if he walked out of the room he would only be beaten up at most, Tyramus became more and more courageous, and acted more and more arrogantly and unscrupulously, which led to the current situation.

The pure-blooded golden dragon that inherited the blood of his ancestors actually began to study undead magic and even formed an undead army with average strength to defend himself against small-scale undead invasions and gain time to study magic.

I have to say, if we put aside the issue of race, Uncle Long's talent, or his way of thinking, is truly extraordinary.

"Where did he get the book of necromancy spells in his hand?"

Noah asked a question that went straight to the point. A spell, even if it was just a zero-level trick, might just amuse children and ignorant girls, but it was also a sedimentation of the wisdom of a race and civilization.

Noah didn't believe that his child could create a spell that could manipulate the undead and fight for control of the undead out of nothing. If Teramus had such qualifications, the legendary wizard Selina would not be able to compare with him. Since he didn't create it himself, someone must have taught him voluntarily.

"He found it himself. There are undead inheritances in many hidden corners of the cemetery. I don't know exactly how many there are, so I have no way to stop him. The most important thing is that I didn't expect that he would be interested in undead magic."

Wayne immediately distanced himself from the matter. He didn't want to be guilty of teaching a noble golden dragon to learn necromancy. This was a real disaster for him.

"Is that so?"

Noah nodded.

"Uncle, since this has happened, do you think we should take him back?"

Wayne asked bluntly, he still maintained respect for his great uncle, but he really didn't like the feeling of having another ancestor above his head.

Although he didn't have to serve personally, the demon king felt a little sad when he thought that there was such a person in his territory, someone he could neither provoke nor touch, much less offend, and who he had to take great care of.

"Why do you want to take him back? Isn't he doing well here?"

Noah asked, rather confused.

"But if he masters more necromancy, then he will eventually..."

"Didn't you also become the king of the undead? But you didn't fall into the dead, did you? My offspring just learned some necromancy, it's good to broaden your horizons.

Besides, he learned these spells to adapt to local conditions and the environment, so there is nothing wrong with that. I would be disappointed if he defended the so-called glory of his racial bloodline and was inflexible.

Now, he knows to abandon these false things that have no practical meaning and integrate into the environment, which makes me very happy, so I think you are doing a good job.

However, that is not enough. You need to put more pressure on him. Since he already has his own undead army, you should send your subordinates to attack him.

It would be best if every attack could wipe out all the undead he enslaved, leaving only himself. I am looking forward to seeing what kind of potential he can unleash under such oppression!"

Perhaps Telramus's addiction to magic has not been eliminated, but every spell he learns now is undoubtedly to fight for his own survival space, and is mainly practical.

"Since this is your request, I will naturally satisfy it all!"

Wayne's expression remained unchanged, but he was deeply disappointed. It seemed that his plan to take the opportunity to send this ancestor away had failed. This uncle was determined to use this place as a training ground to cultivate his offspring.

"My request is not high, as long as he can walk out of here alive."

Noah said with a smile, but the demon king who ruled the cemetery had a blank expression on his face. It seemed like a simple request, but who knows how many mysteries were hidden in it.

Wayne didn't forget the request his great uncle made when he contacted him last time, asking him to personally participate and let Uncle Long practice his skills to the highest level before leaving the cemetery. But now he approves of Uncle Long's behavior of learning magic. Does this mean he has to hone his skills to the highest level here? It's simply endless.

Unfortunately, the Undead King, who rules over billions of undead souls, has no confidence to refuse. Although this request is indeed excessive, it is not impossible to satisfy it.

"Both skills are excellent, uncle, you really have high hopes for your offspring!"

After finishing his communication with the Holy Dragon Grandfather, the Demon King sat on the throne of bones and tapped the side of the armrest gently. A skull with a cracked top and red light flashing in the depths of its dark and deep pupils.

"Since you don't mind your child learning necromancy, then I will lend a helping hand to your offspring!"

The demon king who had completely taken control of the cemetery stretched out his hand and a book that was more than half a person's height and had a cover that shone with a dark metallic luster appeared in his hand.

On the cover of this thick book, there are seven completely different forms of the Grim Reaper. The image of the Grim Reaper wearing a gray robe and holding a scythe is just one of them, and he is at the very end.

Surrounding these seven gods of death are undead of all shapes and sizes. Apart from a few common species, there are also many nameless but terrifying species. Even Wayne, the king of the undead, finds some of them unfamiliar.

Black Book of the Dead
It was one of the treasures in the treasury of the first Immortal King, and also one of the treasures he valued most. However, with the fall of the Immortal King, most of the treasures were basically taken away by Wayne.

As a living person, Wayne has never considered transforming into a dead spirit, so he doesn't care about the Black Book of the Dead in his hand, which is valued by the Immortal King.

Even though it contains a lot of forbidden knowledge that can drive high-level undead crazy, such as how to advance, break through the shackles of the soul, how to reincarnate from death, and reverse resurrection, the most important knowledge in the Black Book of the Dead is the path to the immortal gods, which contains knowledge describing the realm of [Death].

Unfortunately, this knowledge, which would drive even demigod liches crazy, is worthless in Wayne's eyes. Now, he is planning to throw this black scripture, which is, to some extent, more valuable than a divine weapon, to an elder.

Because he had realized that if he didn't spend some blood, he would have no chance of getting rid of Uncle Long. The uncle didn't arrange his offspring to live with him on a whim, but had planned it long ago.

So, after Noah saw this, the great undead wizard Tyramus suddenly felt that the difficulty of survival had increased more than tenfold. He tried his best to command his undead army to resist the continuous attack of the undead tide. After fighting to the last member, he finally fell under the siege of a group of dark knights.

"I want to form a group of black knights too!"

The golden dragon, whose body was almost buried by broken bones and ashes and covered with scars, recalled the might of the group of undead knights charging just now and secretly made up his mind.

Tear ~

As he fell, the swarming undead retreated like a tide. Tyramus, exhausted, suddenly felt a sharp tearing pain coming from the tip of his tail. At the same time, a black light also merged into his body...

(End of this chapter)