Before the Legion of Thorns completely evacuated, Cassiopeia had already flown to the Nest of Thorns first.

She needs to return to the Nest of Thorns as soon as possible to treat her injuries.

Watching the green dragon's disappearing back, Otto breathed a sigh of relief, but before leaving, Cassiopeia left a message.

"Our cooperation continues. I hope you can come up with a satisfactory answer to me next time we meet..."

The Thorn Legion left here, but the Lizardmen clan was left behind.

The corrupted elves replaced Cassiopeia in directing the operation of the Thorn Legion, and they prohibited the lizardmen from accompanying the Thorn Legion.

The lizard people stayed where they were uneasily. Most of them still didn't know the relationship between the clan and Otto. Only Shashalu understood all this.

The eyes of the corrupted elves looking at the lizardmen were very familiar. They looked like this when they shot the monsters belonging to the Legion of Flame.

This was the look he looked at his enemy, and he knew that the matter had been exposed.

According to Cassiopeia's plan, she was originally going to kill the lizardman clan after the battle, but Otto's appearance disrupted her plan.

In order to fulfill her previous promise to Otto, she used communication magic to notify her elf pet and changed the order.

Of course, there are some other arrangements.

This huge monster battle is finally over.

But no one noticed that as the monster army withdrew, some strange skeleton soldiers also fell to the ground one by one.

As the strange flames in the skull slowly extinguished, these undead souls turned into ordinary skeletons.

Otto's huge body landed in front of the battle line of the Lizardmen clan. The strong wind caused by the landing made the Lizardmen in the front row narrow their eyes.

Shashalu respectfully stepped forward and knelt on the ground. He had discovered Otto from the beginning. Now that the matter had been exposed, the lizard man needed to hold Otto's thigh tightly.

"His Majesty!"

Seeing this situation, even if the lizard people are not smart, they generally understand what happened. They have a new master.

Otto nodded to Shashalu and said: "You have done a good job, but Cassiopeia knows about our affairs, so some things should be brought up as soon as possible..."

He now desperately wants to have his own monster legion. Needless to say, the two adult dragons, and their huge dependents are even more powerful threats.

Shasharu also knew very well that for Otto, only the monster clan of lizardmen was not enough.

Although increasing the number of followers following Otto may affect the status of the lizardmen in Otto's heart, it is undoubtedly an inevitable choice.

Before that, he needs to lead the lizardmen back to his clan's territory. The only ones left there are the old and the weak, and they need to return to defend their homeland as soon as possible.

Although Cassiopeia promised to spare the lizard people, the promise of a green dragon cannot be completely believed.

Otto took the lead to fly to the lizard people's territory. He was a little worried about Sophia. He always felt that this little girl would not be obedient and accompany the lizard people who stayed behind.

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In an unknown dark corner, with a snap of fingers, several strange blue-green flames appeared out of thin air.

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

It was like a forgotten basement, dark and damp, with stains, mildew and dark red bloodstains covering the surrounding walls.

In the center of the room, there was a square table made of the bones of various creatures.

Surrounding this horrifying object were four similarly dressed men in black robes.

They were sitting on the terrifying seats that were also composed of the bones of various creatures, their bodies motionless, and their skinny bodies looked like mummies.

In fact, they had stopped breathing long ago, and maggots crawling among the rotten flesh could occasionally be seen on their shriveled faces.

This is a group of lichs with eternal life and insidiousness. Almost no one will like such undead creatures.

A strange crystal ball was carefully placed on the table of skeletons, with a somewhat moldy red cloth underneath.

The picture on the crystal ball was fixed on the battlefield between the Legion of Thorns and the Legion of Flame.

The lich sitting at the top made a hoarse voice.

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

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

Another lich put forward his own opinion, but soon a quarrel broke out.

"The important thing is the result, the process is not important..."

"The result is that we have worked hard for so long, but it has been in vain!"

"It's nothing more than extending the planned time..."

"You are always like this, do you know what we are about to face?"

"I think we should focus on the silver dragon that suddenly appeared at the end. Maybe there can be one more work."

"It's just a young dragon with impure blood. It's not even qualified to be transformed."

"Do you know how precious the material is?"

"time is limited!"

…

…

"boom!"

The quarrel continued, and the lich who spoke first slammed the table and finally blocked the mouths of these guys.

"Okay, I summoned you not to listen to your complaints and quarrels, but to consider whether the plan can continue to run. The Death Lord's intention is becoming more and more obvious..."

After a moment of silence, a lich suggested: "Continue to send new dependents to that red dragon, and urge him to restart the war as soon as possible."

"He is injured, and he probably won't be willing to do this in a short time..."

"Send some underground gnomes and new monster clans to join the red dragon's legion. If necessary, leave magic props in the cave where the red dragon rests."

Someone protested: "For example, the ring I gave to the green dragon before? I think I need to remind you that it is very precious and will affect the quality of the final product!"

"Can't you wait any longer?"

"We do have almost unlimited time, but the Death Lord will not wait for us to arrange everything before launching a war!"

"Yes, he will tear off your bones and swallow the fire of your soul!"

"Time has become the most lacking thing for the undead. It's really ironic..."

"I still think that weird silver dragon can also be our trophy."

"A silver dragon with impure blood? Do you need me to remind you how difficult it is to collect the materials that need to be prepared?"

"Of course not. Of course I also know what you know!"

Seeing the quarrel reappear, the first lich to speak out slammed the table again.

Looking at his slender and dry arms, one really worries whether they will be broken.

"Okay, that's it. No matter how precious the materials are, we can collect them again, but if we fail, there will be nothing, including our souls. Unfortunately, the phylactery is useless against the Death Lord.

.”

Seeing that the lichs around him no longer objected, he stood up and said, "I will arrange all this..."
Chapter completed!