"Yes."

"We'll stay for another nine thousand years?"

"Yes."

Gray flipped over and stared at the black cat and said, "But I'm a little homesick, I miss Shelley, Ritchie, and others. I'm not here, they don't know what's going on."

The wind blew gently, lowering the weeds.

The plants here are extremely green, countless times brighter than the greenest grass in the real world, and even a bit dazzling. They are as beautiful as a dream.

The black cat opened his eyes and glanced at Gray, yawning lazily.

"We spent a thousand years here, but they actually only spent more than three months. It was very short. I don't think you need to worry about them. After all, more than three months, nothing happened."

"Really? But I'm still a little worried."

"You just miss them. To be honest, this is not a good habit for a lich. I have never heard of anyone who would think of. Shouldn't lich be like a lich just find a place to stay motionless for tens of thousands of years?"

"It seems, I might be an exception."

"You should focus on improving your magical attainments. In this way, when you leave here, everything will become different. Believe me, they won't be like that. You have signed an alliance with the Golden Dragon, and the Black Dragon cannot win. At the same time, if you are not here, they cannot win the Black Dragon. So, nothing will happen."

"But...but...but...but..." Gray looked at the sky and said softly for a while: "I used to be hanging in Brutu's study for one hundred and fifty years, but I didn't think it would take long. I even thought I could hang there for ten thousand years. But now, I think it's too long."

In the distance, Tenadas was lying on the ground, stretching out his horse's hooves and gently flipping through the page of the book, then grinned and said, "Hiss! I feel that my understanding of the sacred is deeper."

Right in front of it, Vivian looked at the "reading horse" expressionlessly.

...

The army of undead has completely surrounded the Dragon Top.

The Golden Dragon Clan occupied a corner of the encirclement, just a corner. They were entrenched on the top of the mountain, on the cliff, and on the side of the mountain. They were densely packed.

Groups of bone dragons flew around the main peak of the Dragon Top.

A large number of undead were shouting, pulling, carrying out some kind of project, as if they were building something.

Ritchie stood on the top of a cliff located in the circumference of the dead, quietly staring at the top of the dragon. He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, motionless, like a statue, allowing the strong wind to blow by him.

On the other hand, the Black Dragon Clan, who had already reached the extreme anxiety.

The Dragon's Top looks like a huge mountain.

Why does it look like a huge mountain?

Because under normal circumstances, standing on land, you can only see its "base". The part under the clouds looks just an unimaginable, towering mountain.

In fact, if you fly to the clouds, you will see that it has countless hills, just like the legendary nine-headed evil dragon. Steep peaks stand up from the clouds, like pillars. It is covered with black dragons.

The besieged black dragons are in extreme anxiety.

"We have to kill him! He has to be punished for his mistakes!"

"I think he thinks that too..."

"Maybe we should attack him in surprise, while he is not paying attention..."

"Thank God, while the undead is not paying attention? Your imagination is really good. His eyes never left us for a moment."

"Then what should we do? The traitors of Golden Dragon have joined them!"

"Now only heaven and hell can save us, but I just don't know if they are willing to take action."

At this moment, no black dragon felt that their opponent was a "three-year-old child". Because they had already seen the horror of this "three-year-old child".
Chapter completed!