[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-112":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Black Dragon Necromancer",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2312872,4521,"Chapter 112","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>Wind whipped up sulfur-scented dust over the cliff. Vylanser’s massive thorn-deer form stood still beside it, her magma-like eyes watching the legion’s smoke fade into the rugged horizon, her giant thorned antlers slightly turning toward the black dragon beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sakavi,” her voice was low as the friction of ancient root systems, carrying concern for life and balance, “the northern ruins… that land holds more than just broken stones and bones; it was once a hub port connecting the seas, its underground structures as complex as a labyrinth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, letting her worry grow more tangible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The demons occupying it are no mere pests—they’ve built a tightly woven nest system from ancient fortifications. Gisk only took three legions there… isn’t that too dangerous? I detected no follow-up supply columns you arranged for him. That’s not like your usual style.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her head slightly, her magma gaze locking directly onto Sakavi’s dragon pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you truly planning? Or… have you already marked him and those three legions as some kind of ‘bait’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi’s vertical pupils fixed on the direction where the legions vanished, his voice cold and almost cruel in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vylanser, if I sent him a vast supply convoy followed by two full legions as reinforcements…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, guttural chuckle rumbled in his throat, “then he and his three legions would become the most conspicuous flagpole planted on the Kanar Corridor—every faction would instantly know those ruins are ours to claim.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head slightly, his molten-gold pupils reflecting the thorn-deer’s silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The only path to that place is the Kanar Corridor, a narrow throat, requiring a crossing of the Mu River. Any large-scale supply escort is equivalent to broadcasting our route and strategic focus across the entire plane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more guards you send, the faster the eyes accumulate—ambushes from other plunderers, tripwires from “allies” within the alliance, and even targeted counterattacks from the Abyss will all follow in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dragon tail swept slowly along the cliff’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Without obvious supply lines, without follow-up heavy forces, to the onlookers, Gisk’s move looks like a probing sweep—worth watching, but not worth immediate full response. That gives him the most crucial thing: time without concentrated siege.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi finally withdrew his gaze and looked at Vylanser.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His maximum supply is his own battlefield instinct and those three legions. I want him to find his own way to survive and take root there. It’s cruel—but it’s the only choice that won’t get him torn apart by every faction immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for support…” the black dragon’s pupils narrowed slightly, “when he truly secures his foothold in the north, when everyone believes he’s merely an insignificant pawn, true support will emerge from the most unexpected direction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right now, letting him appear as a ‘discarded piece’ is his greatest protection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then where is your cover for him? The Mu River Plain? That alluvial plain formed by the river’s bend is indeed a good spot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your judgment is sharp, Vylanser. The demon legions occupying the Mu River Plain are indeed more troublesome than those in the northern ruins, and the powers coveting that fertile land are far more complex than those Gisk faces.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of gravity passed through Sakavi’s dragon eyes, then vanished, replaced by resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely because of this, I need you to personally oversee it. I’ll assign you the ‘Iron Wall’ and ‘Deep Roots’ two fully organized legions—they excel at fortifying lines and prolonged warfare.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused slightly, as if tallying a vast resource, “Three hundred thousand pig-headed peasant women will accompany the army; they are not merely logistical support, but the core force for reclaiming the plain and establishing settlements. Once you clear a region, they can make the land yield food immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dragon tail swayed gently, as if weighing pros and cons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you feel you need more hands to accelerate progress… I can also deploy four hundred thousand goblin laborers. Yes, they’re noisy, disorganized, and occasionally cause ‘accidents’—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, almost weary exhale rumbled in Sakavi’s throat, “but digging canals, felling trees, hauling stone, even planting fast-growing crops under supervision—they can handle these rough tasks, and they’re efficient. Provided you implement a solid management system.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vylanser raised her massive thorn-deer head, her magma eyes flashing with fierce heat; her low voice carried unmistakable sarcasm and skepticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So? You send that young pup Gisk with elite troops to ‘clear’ the ruins, yet you make this old hag lead so-called ‘legions’ alongside hundreds of thousands of noisy farmers and thieves to chew on the Mu River Plain—a bone even the alliance finds too hard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped forward, her hooves leaving deep marks on the rocky ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“While you and your dragon legions stand atop this high cliff… just ‘watching the show,’ is that it? How remarkably fair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A blade always sheathed is far more terrifying than one swung openly—no one knows where it will ultimately strike.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow of his wings rippled slightly with his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The might of dragons has never been limited to claws and fangs. Wings high above mean we can appear at the zenith of any battlefield—and most have no defense against it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his dragon head slightly, the low rumble in his throat making the air tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely because of this, we must not move lightly. Once dragon wings truly blot out the sky over a battlefield, all calculations, all balances, all ‘accidents’ find their definitive answers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The hyenas hiding in shadows will instantly turn their fangs, the alliance’s gaze will shift from ‘caution’ to ‘targeting,’ and the fragile order you build on the plain… will instantly become the target of all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi’s dragon tail swept the rocky ground like a steady pendulum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want the demons of the Mu River Plain, the plunderers of the ruins, even the cunning minds within the alliance—every dawn—to wonder: where will Sakavi’s dragon horde appear today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as that question has no answer, you and your ‘rabble’… will forever hold a trump card they dare not flip.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sakavi, do you know? Your storytelling has improved vastly since childhood—I almost believed your lies. Are you planning to make me trudge through sand all the way? Norasien Port isn’t built yet, and we have no ocean-going ships—how do you plan to transport supplies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The alliance’s transport fleet isn’t lacking. Our surplus grain can become the most suitable ticket.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi’s voice, low and steady, carried the weight of careful deliberation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will negotiate with the alliance’s logistics department, offering a batch of grain as ‘frontline support.’ In return, I’ll ask them to transport our personnel and initial construction materials along their route to Rift Cape Port.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That abandoned pirate smuggling den is hidden, with complex waterways—perfect as our springboard into the Mu River Plain. As for the remnants occupying it… I’ll send Irogr to ‘clean’ it thoroughly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thus, we bypass Norasien Port’s bottleneck, leverage the alliance’s existing transport capacity, and plant a silent pawn on the Mu River Plain’s flank before the alliance even notices.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sakavi, your plan is excellent—but I need you to send me a few people. I have no patience to manage those goblins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Send me your precious daughter, Tali, along with her harpy subordinates. And Morghan the lizardman—he’s a master-level sorcerer; we’re short on druids, so he’ll have to fill in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Do as you please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi’s dragon wings folded slightly, his voice carrying the quiet calm of entrusting his rear entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll handle negotiations with the alliance. You decide troop deployments. I only remind you: there are barely any living souls left in the domain. Don’t hollow out the nest entirely—leave me a few to guard it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused briefly, a flicker of calculation in his molten-gold pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for those boys from Agrik Academy… take them along. Spellbook incantations only ring true in the wind of battle—especially the druid apprentices.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low rumble echoed in Sakavi’s throat, “We lack true Ancient Tree Spirits here to guide them; their progress has been stuck at the threshold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This time, train them hard in real combat. Those who survive will become the pillars holding up this land; those who can’t endure are better off than dying in a greenhouse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vylanser let out a deep, resonant laugh, its echo rolling through the cliff wind like ancient trees swaying in the breeze; her magma eyes gleamed with memory and mischief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha… Sakavi, you’re awfully ‘thoughtful’ with these children.” She tilted her head slightly, her thorn-wreathed antlers catching the dim light, “But tell me—when you curled up in my home back then, did I ever let you sniff the Abyss’s wind so soon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice carried unmasked, ancient mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were barely scaled. If I hadn’t woven you a cradle from thorn-vines and draped you in moon-moss blankets, if I hadn’t brewed herbs daily to purge your frail body, that little black dragon now causing havoc… wouldn’t have survived your first winter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped forward, the rock beneath her hooves cracking faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And now? You’ve become a lord and toss your apprentices onto the hardest rocks? Tsk… isn’t this forgetting who fed you dew when you were small?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi’s dragon pupils contracted slightly, molten gold sinking into a near-black depth. He did not smile; his dragon muzzle remained rigid, his voice low and hard as cooled magma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct. How I climbed from that infant who choked on his own breath to where I stand today—I know better than anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wings folded tightly against his body, as if suppressing some distant memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely because I know how many cliffs nearly shattered me, how many eyes waited for me to fall so they could feast on my bones, I will never allow any of my subordinates to walk the same path again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His claws dug deep into the rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Especially Irogr and the others…” Sakavi’s pupils turned toward the distant caves where the dragons slept, “raising more like them is digging your own grave. In the order I build, there is no such word as ‘uncontrollable’—whether for young students or ancient kin.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1674,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0e88124050e5be020064ac77385521814d085197e76439e131875ef7dd299bcd","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-113","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-111",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]