Underdark, Dragon Shadow City.

It is always dark here, and we never know what day is.

The city once ruled by a shadow dragon hangs over a vast abyss, through which the cold winds scream forever.

The city is covered with traces of charring and thick ashes everywhere. These broken walls and ruins quietly record the past of the red dragon's brutal burning of the city and the buried history.

"call--"

The cold wind blew through the cracks in the city, making a shrill scream, as if the remaining souls were wailing.

However, on top of these ruins, a new city was built. The architectural style was simple, majestic and full of power - a clear imperial style.

In this new city built on ruins, common half-dragons, humans, and earth elf soldiers come and go, but the most numerous are unconscious low-level undead skeletons.

There were even some small vendors who appeared in the city, selling lanterns, walking sticks, leather boots and other items commonly used in the dark areas.

"sizzle"

A sound that makes your scalp tingle.

Outside the city, huge skeletons of green-footed dragon snakes were crawling on the ground, like a moat, tearing all invaders into pieces.

Hart stood quietly on the newly built city wall, overlooking the bottomless howling abyss.

"I once had a beating heart, and I once was able to enjoy delicious food and wine."

The corpse demon sighed.

He possesses all of Hart's memories, obsessions and even hatred during his lifetime, but he has lost his living body and his original emotions.

Corpse demons rely on their obsession and hatred from their previous life to awaken their fragmented souls and support their decaying bodies.

Hart's lips trembled, and his two dark eyeballs flickered in the darkness.

"But... this is not bad either. I will be immortal, kill enemies one after another, and conquer the vast underworld for my master."

He is a brand new being.

Different from the original Hart, and also different from an ordinary corpse demon.

Hart opened his pale mouth stiffly, trying hard to smile, but this expression looked particularly strange to Pangren.

"Old General Hart."

A familiar voice came.

"what's up?"

Hart turned around and said calmly.

——That was his colleague, a living person, or more precisely, a half-dragon, and also a follower of His Majesty.

His name is Zaiko Granger, and he is also a veteran member who defected to the Empire during the Burning Embers Lair era. Now he is an Imperial Earl, on the same level as Hart.

But what’s interesting is that he was also one of the original slave traders and was once Hart’s subordinate.

Due to his identity as an undead creature, Hart did not become the Empire's governor in the Underdark. The cabinet ministers wanted a profitable Underdark - not a dead zone of the undead.

If Hart were alive, he would be furious, but Hart, whose heart had already turned cold, did not care about that.

The rear is like this, he only needs to lead the undead army to devote themselves to the battlefield, obey orders, and kill bravely, but the rear personnel have to consider things.
Zaiko flipped through the documents and whispered, "Ms. Ingrid will soon return to the surface. She has helped us dispel the shadow curse of Dragon Shadow City."

"According to the plan given by the Strategic Department, we will build near the Howling Abyss."

Ingrid.

Hart, or rather the corpse demon remembered the name.

He had seen that woman before. She was filled with a nauseating aura of holy light, and her hostile look also made him feel quite uncomfortable.

If Ingrid had not been a special envoy from the Empire, he would have been happy to chop off the priestess's head and hang it on top of the city wall.

At this point, Hart interrupted bluntly. "You know, Zaiko, I don't care and don't need you to tell me this, and I don't want to know the whereabouts of that damn pastor."

"I just need you to tell me one thing - where His Majesty wants me to conquer and where I can kill living creatures at will."

The corpse's dark eyeballs flickered in the darkness, causing even the battle-hardened Zaiko to feel a little terrified.

"what"

His lips moved slightly, but he still didn't say anything.

Hart was certainly cruel and selfish, but to those former slave traders who also came from humble origins, Hart played the role of "family" in their minds.

The corpse demon sneered at himself, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Hart has been dead for a long time, at least the Hart you know is like that."

"Now, what appears before you is just an undead monster that craves to kill living things for your majesty."

"."

Zaiko was silent for a long time, then he took out a document and slowly spread it out:

"There is a city called 'Black Wing' near Dragon Shadow City. It is ruled by the descendants of Mortimer, the shadow dragon-born drow elves, the Jazred family."

Motifer, of course he had heard of this name.

It was the legendary "Emperor's Enemy" who had extensive influence in the Underdark and was torn to pieces by His Majesty Cassius in 1785 New Calendar.

"After the fall of Dragon Shadow City, the Jezred family, which was once under the control of the Shadow Dragon, began to expand rapidly, taking over the power and trade relations of the original Shadow Dragon. Their scouts even appeared around Dragon Shadow City."

"This is undoubtedly a provocation to the empire and an insult to His Majesty Cassius."

Zaiko closed the document and spoke solemnly.

This was a declaration of war—even though he knew the scout had been captured hundreds of miles away.

The Burning Empire just wanted to find an excuse to show its existence to the Underdark, and by the way, to eradicate the descendants of Mortimer to prevent future troubles.

Zaiko said, "General Hart, you should know what to do."

The corpse demon simply turned around, stared at the other party with its dark eyes, and asked casually: "Can we massacre the city?"

Zaiko did not answer directly, but introduced: "'Black Wing' is the base camp of the Shadow Dragonborn Drow. Sixty percent of the population are Shadow Dragonborn Drow."

He took out a brand new letter with the stamp "Top Secret Document" from his pocket and handed it to the corpse demon.

Hart opened the envelope and saw the words inside at a glance.

[Concession Order]

[We hereby approve a thorough elimination operation against the Shadow Dragonborn Drow. We must do it cleanly. - Chief Minister, Trump]
"Good, I understand."

Hart's bloodless lips curled up slightly, and his dark eyes curved slightly, forming a strange arc.

He drew out the bone scepter from his waist, walked to the top of the city wall, and raised it high.

In an instant, hundreds of green-footed dragon and snake skeletons and tens of thousands of undead skeletons wandering outside the city gathered together, forming a dark white torrent.

Those old bones rubbed against each other, making a crisp "crackling" sound, which was creepy.

Hart leaped down from the city wall and into the sea of ​​bones. He rode on the head of the largest green-footed dragon-snake skeleton and waved the skeleton scepter.

"Long"

Hundreds of skeletons of green-footed dragon snakes emerged at the same time, crawling and wandering on the ground.

The ground in the underdark was shaking, the dark sky seemed to be wailing, and the white torrent was particularly conspicuous on the black ground.

"Come on, Undead Army"

"Kill all the living creatures that dare to stand in the way of the empire's expansion."

The corpse demon said so. (End of this chapter)