Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 298 The Rescue of the Holy Dragon Father

"The Black Book of the Dead?"

Tyramus, who originally wanted to move around and look for resources and supplies among the broken wreckage, became completely motionless after he discovered the books suddenly appearing in his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

Born with a magic addiction, Tyramus was already extremely obsessed with spells. Although some of his habits were corrected after being thrown into a cemetery full of undead, he was fascinated again after being exposed to the Black Book of the Dead, which recorded countless profound knowledge.

Although the records therein are all about knowledge related to the undead, in Teramus's opinion, this is also knowledge worth learning and mastering. There is no need to develop negative emotions of disgust and rejection towards it just 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 of it. The very few who can accept it calmly often have extraordinary qualities.

Even among the group of gods, the gods who can control the power of death are among the most powerful ones in the group of gods, and almost no god is willing to provoke them.

"It's really interesting. I didn't know that I could create undead this way. I can try it now."

In an underground palace filled with undead, it is very easy to obtain undead materials. They are everywhere on the ground, so you can just pick them up. If you can't work, you can just pry out the bricks and stones on the floor in the corners and use them.

However, before putting it into practice, 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 recorded so much secret knowledge, appear in his residence and even scratch him, becoming his property?

Combined with his previous experience, this Holy Book of the Dead was probably given to him by the owner of this underground maze on purpose. Otherwise, could it be that he was just lucky? Did he just happen to pick it up?
Telramus was not that stupid, nor was he naive. He had already found out that the ruler who ruled the cemetery did not want to kill him, but did not want him to have an easy life.

If he wants to live a more comfortable life, he can only work hard on his own, and now the other party has put a path in front of him.

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

The clever descendant of the Holy Dragon accurately identified the ultimate culprit, and he believed that everything he was experiencing now was arranged by his father.

Otherwise, why would he still be staying in this cemetery full of undead? He should have been taken back to the palace full of infinite splendor long ago.

However, even if he guessed the truth, it would be useless. It would not change his current situation at all. He could only guess what standards he had to meet before he could leave this place.

Now it seems that he can only rely on his own strength to fight his way out of here, otherwise he will not be able to leave. As long as he leaves the current room, he will encounter irresistible undead pursuit before he has explored for long.

"Where's Terra?"

Compared to his youngest son who was struggling to figure out how to escape from the cemetery, Noah now had to face another problem, that is, his youngest son's mother had come looking for him.

As a mother dragon who had lost contact with her offspring for seven years, Agnes was now extremely irritable. She was not afraid even when facing an ancestral golden dragon that was several times larger than her.
"Why don't you let me see him? I'm his mother."

"It's not that I don't want you to see him, it's just that he is undergoing a training session right now."

Noah patiently comforted the dragon in front of him.

"Training? He's just a chick now, what kind of training does he need?"

Agnes could not accept Noah's explanation.

"It is precisely because he is a young boy that he needs to receive training. Haven't you heard that education should start from childhood?

I have high hopes for Tyramus. I hope he can become as powerful as me, so he must not slack off even when he is a hatchling."

Noah found a very good reason to explain it.

He could understand a mother's love for her only child, but he could also imagine how furious 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 court 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 at first, suddenly became much calmer after hearing the reasons given by Noah, and a hopeful look appeared in her bright golden eyes.

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

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

"I was able to evolve from an ordinary golden dragon all the way back to my ancestral dragon. My children have a higher and better starting point and foundation than me, so why can't they do the same?"

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

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

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

Agnes accepted the reason given by Noah, although her common sense told her that without the favor of the Dragon God or the Dragon King, ordinary dragons, no matter how excellent they were, could only become atavistic dragons at best, and could not become ancestral dragons.

But since her husband assured her so, she could trust him for the time being. However, even so, she still wanted to see her child.

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

"Not now?"

There was a pleading look in Agnes' 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, no, I won't interfere with him. Just let me take a look, let me take a look quietly in the dark."

"Three years. After three years, if he hasn't completed the trial, I'll take you to take a look."

Noah assured.

"it is good!"

After hearing Noah's assurance, even though Agnes was unwilling, she had to endure it for the time being. For the dragon race, three years is really not a long time. After finally pacifying his partner, Noah began to think about whether to change a trial site for his youngest son. The Elf Kingdom seemed to be a good place. If the elves were in charge, he would have a decent place to visit when the time comes.

"The scene is acceptable, but the risk is somewhat unacceptable."

The elven royal court in Middle-earth is protected by the elven gods. Although it seems peaceful and harmonious there, for Noah's descendants, the danger of that land is far greater than that of the kingdom of the dead.

"Let me think about it again."

When Noah was considering where to move his child, half a year had passed in a flash, and the almighty Holy Dragon soon forgot about this little matter, because he had too many things to deal with, and even his offspring could not take up too much of his time.

However, after another half a year, Noah completely put the matter aside and no longer had the energy to deal with it because he encountered something more important.

A short and thin halfling suddenly appeared above the Mage City, and the moment his body appeared, he began to fall rapidly in a state of free fall.

Amid the fierce screams, a wizard who happened to be taking a walk outside with his mind empty noticed his presence. He reached out his hand above his head, and a hand that was mostly transparent but whose outline could be vaguely seen grabbed the halfling and pulled him in front of him.

"Where are you from, Halfling? Who gave you the coordinates?"

The inquiring wizard raised his head and glanced at the location where the halfling in front of him appeared with a look of panic and fear on his face.

Logically speaking, unless permission is obtained, it would not be easy for even a legendary wizard to appear above the Mage City using teleportation spells.

"I am the halfling Vig from the Helan Continent, and I am the messenger of the Golden Dragon Dawn Guardian Angliss. I would like to meet the current head of the Augustus family, Lord Cassius!"

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

His expression was filled with fear, because what he saw now was completely different from what the seriously injured and dying golden dragon had described to him. There seemed to be something wrong with his transmission.

"Cassius, the current head of the Augustus family? This news is hundreds of years old."

The wizard frowned, then sneered.

However, the look in his eyes when he looked at the halfling in front of him was much calmer. After all, the real controller of this wizard city under his feet was the first grandmother of the Augustus family, although he had hardly seen her.

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

The half-orc Vig quickly realized that there was nothing wrong with the teleportation location and the information he received was correct, but it was outdated. The dragon clan's time consciousness misled him, so he asked very urgently.

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

If the mage had not confirmed that the aura surrounding the dwarf in front of him did not belong to this world, he would have thought that this guy was fooling him. This is common knowledge.

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

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

"I don't have that ability. If I could introduce you, I wouldn't be here right now. What do you want? If it's very important, I will report it to you."

"I am the messenger of the Golden Dragon Lord Angelis. On behalf of Lord Angelis and his partner Lord Orthea, I am requesting legendary assistance from the Augustus family."

"Angelis? Orthea? I've never heard of them! Are these the names of the two golden dragons? Wait a minute, I'll go ask."

The wizard thought for a while, but had no impression at all. He had never heard of the names of these two golden dragons. However, for the sake of the golden dragons, he was willing to ask.

Then, the Mage City, which had become the magical holy land of the eastern part of the continent, roared and erupted with unprecedented vibrations. Dazzling elemental rings appeared on the tall towers.

"Are you the messenger of the golden dragon Angris?"

Noah walked out of the mountains and landed in the Mage City, staring at the trembling halflings below. His adoptive mother Selena was not in the Mage City at the moment, so Taling Gugfell contacted him as soon as he received the inquiry.

"Yes."

The halfling Vig mustered up his courage and answered with difficulty, because he had never seen such a brilliant and majestic golden dragon. The other party was like a golden mountain, standing before him. Although it made him feel sincerely in awe, it also made him feel excited and happy from the bottom of his heart.

"What's the proof?"

Noah looked at the half-ling thief in front of him. Under the pressure of his dragon power, almost half of the other's body disappeared into the air.

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

"This is the dragon scale that Lord Angelis gave me. There is a letter he left on it. He said that as long as I give this dragon scale to the current head of the Augustus family, I will be able to get help from a legend."

The halfling Vig timidly took out a palm-sized golden dragon scale from his arms.

"Give it to me. You don't have to give it to the head of Augustus's family. He is very busy and may not have time to pay attention to you."

"Ok."

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

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

"Excuse me, are you the elder of Lord Angliss?"

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

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)