[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-3":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},2312763,4521,"Chapter 3","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>One great advantage of dragons is that they don’t need to eat daily; simply put, they eat and then sleep for months or even years. In dreams, they receive the Dragon’s Legacy and grow within dreams; legends say Dragon Gods can even respond to their devotees’ prayers while asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating its fill, Sakavi planned to find a place to bury itself and sleep soundly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent being attacked by beasts while asleep, Sakavi exerted great effort to dig a hole into a massive rock, enlarging it to twice its current size to ensure it wouldn’t wake up trapped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dragon’s body is exceptionally strong; digging through stone isn’t difficult, even for an immature hatchling. After a day of digging, a cave shaped somewhat like a gourd was completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Dragon’s Legacy, a hibernation cave should have multiple exits, so one can escape if enemies block the entrance—after all, dragons have too many enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under current circumstances, a prolonged excavation would draw the attention of beasts. If it were a leopard like yesterday’s, it might be manageable; anything larger, like a bear, would force a retreat—and that’s only for ordinary beasts. If a more dangerous beast appeared, whether it could even escape was uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After roughly finishing the cave, Sakavi crawled inside, dug out a stone slightly smaller than the entrance, and placed it at the mouth to block most beasts while still allowing sufficient airflow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming no signs of intelligent beings existed within several li of the cave, Sakavi entered hibernation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goblins in the tribe lost one or two daily through disappearance or accidental death, so the absence of one or two wouldn’t attract notice. By the time Sakavi awoke, it would be ready to handle an entire goblin hunting party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment its eyes closed, the next, five months had passed. Sakavi wasn’t so much awakened by sleep as by the stench inside the cave—finally, it understood why dragons preferred having goblin-like servitor races clean their lairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it couldn’t sleep anymore, it might as well go for a walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It dug away the stone blocking the entrance, stepped outside, checked its fully healed wings, and flew straight onto a tree. In uncertainty over whether beasts lurked in the sky, sticking its head out recklessly was far too dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, no beast in this forest could threaten Sakavi: ground-dwellers couldn’t fly, and flyers dared not land to fight. It was time to explore the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi returned near the goblin tribe. This time, the target was no longer the children gathering pinecones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goblin hunting party might not know what forces inhabited the forest, but they certainly knew which predators were dangerous. For Sakavi, still blind to everything, they were soft targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goblins assigned to hunting might not be strong, but they were extremely alert. Capturing one alive wouldn’t be easy. But for a dragon who’d endured nine years of compulsory education, that wasn’t a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two consecutive days of stakeout near the goblin tribe, Sakavi finally determined the hunting party’s patrol range and schedule. On a drizzly morning, Sakavi grabbed a monkey lured with wild berries and poked its front paw with a claw, making the monkey shriek in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After about five minutes, a goblin as thin as dried ribs emerged from the fog-drenched underbrush, its disproportionately large pointed ears twitching rapidly, catching the faintest sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its nostrils flared violently, as if tasting the fear in the air. After dozens of breaths, it vanished again into the underbrush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Sakavi not known the goblin patrol route in advance, it would have missed this scout entirely. Sakavi had assumed the overnight rain had washed away its unique scent—but it had underestimated the scout’s alertness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the hunting party’s luck had turned sour from a night without prey, or perhaps the goblin leader believed the threat manageable. Five minutes later, five short, agile figures emerged from the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goblin behind the scout was especially muscular, its rough green skin crisscrossed with countless white scars. Its left eye was a cloudy white orb; its right eye gleamed with pure intelligence and vigilance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It raised its crude longbow, fired an arrow straight at the monkey—and the shrieking stopped. Just as Sakavi marveled at the old hunter’s skill, the goblin leader suddenly signaled downward with a finger, then vanished into the underbrush. The other goblins followed suit, but it was already too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the frantic goblin hunting party flee, Sakavi pushed off the tree trunk and shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. The five goblins scattered like startled groundhogs through the brush—but it was futile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One goblin, clutching a stone spear, sensed something and turned back—only to see a black shadow hurtling down with a piercing shriek. It opened its mouth to scream, but before a sound escaped, its neck was torn clean off, leaving only a strip of skin connecting head and body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi was about to swallow the morsel when sudden pain struck its chest. Looking up, it saw the goblin leader drawing another arrow—already aimed at its face. Sakavi slapped the bone arrow aside and charged straight at the leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps startled by the sudden aggression, or perhaps realizing escape was impossible, the leader froze in place. Maybe the legendary Goblin King Maragros favored this leader—for Sakavi had no intention of killing it immediately. It slammed the leader unconscious with a claw and continued hunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two consecutive kills, the remaining goblins seemed to grow smarter, fleeing toward thicker underbrush—but it made no difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi rose again, then dove. The original scout, relying on beast-like instinct, rolled sideways at the last moment, barely avoiding the lethal claws—but its entire left arm was ripped off. It writhed on the ground, screaming in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi then unleashed its dragon aura upon the remaining two—immediately weakening them, forcing them to their knees. Normally, a hatchling’s dragon aura wouldn’t be this potent—but against weak goblins facing an unknown threat, the effect was devastating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Sakavi prepared to finish the trembling goblins, its head spun with dizziness—the goblin leader had poisoned the arrowheads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too careless. Fighting off the urge to sleep, Sakavi killed the three surviving goblins, then bit off the leader’s hands and feet. Only then did it collapse into unconsciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Sakavi awoke again, golden twilight bathed the forest—suddenly drenching it in cold sweat. It had slept on the ground for a full day. Fortunately, this area was frequented by goblins, with no other large beasts nearby—otherwise, it would never have seen this beautiful world again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toxins from ordinary creatures weren’t lethal to dragons. By the adolescent stage, dragons could ignore all beast toxins—though beast-magic toxins were another matter entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi turned to look at the goblin leader, which glared at it with fierce hatred—clearly resentful at being captured by a mere hatchling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Sakavi pressed its claw onto the leader’s wounded calf, the old hunter’s eyes instantly cleared. He began pleading: “Great Dragon Lord, I am your faithful servant, willing to do anything for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi didn’t believe a word. According to the Dragon’s Legacy, only a goblin broken by force was a good goblin. For races immune to physical coercion, transformation into servitors was the solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi pulled a shed scale, dripped a drop of blood onto it, and pressed it onto the old hunter’s forehead. Watching the convulsing goblin, Sakavi doubted its ancestors were lying—this goblin looked like it was about to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the old hunter had strong constitution—he survived. Panting heavily, Sakavi asked: “Name? Who leads your goblin tribe? How many adult goblins are there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunter gasped: “Respected Master, I am Graybark. Our leader is Grash Darklance. The tribe has about three hundred fighting goblins—but even the leader doesn’t know the exact number.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent. What other forces surround this area? Are there any beast-magics?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After questioning, Sakavi pieced together the surrounding situation: besides solitary beasts, the only threats were the wolf pack to the northwest and the fishfolk tribe to the south. The fishfolk numbered only about a hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumor said a powerful stag dwelled in the eastern forest, capable of manipulating trees—no one dared enter its territory. Sakavi suspected it was a lost druid. It might be worth visiting someday—but druids weren’t friendly toward dragons, so this wasn’t urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having gathered the information, Sakavi cast its strongest known spell: Second-Rank Healing. It healed Graybark’s wounds—its hard-won servitor couldn’t die so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spells were graded by multiple standards. Dragons divided them into twelve ranks, but the mainstream view classified levels 1–3 as Low Rank, 4–6 as Mid Rank, 6–9 as High Rank, and beyond as Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legend spoke of a higher tier: Legendary. But Sakavi found no ancestor in its Dragon’s Legacy who had reached Legendary status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With an “inside man,” hunting would now be far easier. Once it passed the hatchling stage, it wouldn’t need to live so cautiously anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>",1489,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d6344b2de5906f7fd462e02aa0d6124398a7a9dc111a9a3716d532f397061586","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-4","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-2",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]