[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-79":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},2312839,4521,"Chapter 79","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-79",79,"\u003Cp>“Tali, your Aunt Virenth is coming soon; you’re in charge of hosting her. If she asks for me, say I’m patrolling the territory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reminding Grap to take care of himself, Sakavi hurried away. He and Virenth had once fought bitterly—truly a betrayal of kindness. Though such clashes were routine among the Five-Colored Dragons, avoiding her this time was best, to prevent another unpleasant scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, a hoarse voice came: “Old friend… it’s good to hear your breath again. We’re both old now, yet fate still grants us this reunion—as a final comfort.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognizing the voice as that of the old Lizardman chieftain Loen, Grap’s cloudy eyes strained toward the door. As the wooden door swung fully open, a towering silhouette filled the entire frame—it was his teacher, Virenth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was an enormous Thornstag, once glossy and noble, now with fur turned gray and dry as if frosted with frost. Her massive antlers, once intricate as a crown, now dimmed, weighed down by the burden of too many years. She lowered her head slightly to fit through the doorway, her great hooves striking the stone slabs with heavy, slow thuds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her walked two Lizardmen. On the left, scales dulled to a dull stony gray, he wore a slightly loose chieftain’s robe and gripped a polished wooden cane tightly, each step slow and cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the right, far younger, clad in form-fitting tanned leather armor, his long tail flicked alertly behind him. His bright eyes swept the room swiftly, brimming with untested sharpness, starkly contrasting the old Lizardman’s twilight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher… look, I haven’t disappointed you.” His gaze swept over the vitality beyond the window, tinged with pride. “The entire Black Dragon territory has thrived under my efforts. My master… he was wrong, but not evil by nature—only lost his way in the pursuit of power. Please… stop hating him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve seen it. On my way here, I saw your work. This place is more orderly than our homeland. Your ability far surpasses mine. Following Sakavi was the right choice. You should rest now. Loen heard you’re still alive and came too. Though you used to bully him, today it’s time to make peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! Old friend, didn’t see that coming, did you?” Loen’s eyes sparkled mischievously, voice hoarse. “I’ve kept a careful tally of every time you tricked me into running errands or taking the blame for you! Now it’s time to pay back—every copper, with interest! Just beg for mercy, and I’ll spare you! Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground split open. Thick vines erupted like giant serpents, instantly wrapping Loen in unyielding coils, pinning him fast. Grap’s withered face twisted into a dangerous smile; his voice, though weak, carried a bone-chilling chill: “My hearing’s poor… who just shouted they were going to punish me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old mud-eel, I’m nearly dead, not dead yet. Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to provoke a Druid?” He coughed weakly twice, yet his eyes gleamed with eerie light. “Since you’ve come… my grave is spacious enough. Mind sharing half? Let’s squeeze in together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Virenth nearly raised her hoof to her forehead, sighing. “You’re barely breathing and still causing trouble! Release those vines and lie still! Loen’s old bones won’t last much longer—do you really want to kill him right here so you’ll have company on your journey?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t get too cheerful yet.” Grap forced a weak smile, his breath ragged but his gaze stubborn. “I haven’t seen Suleid and Inolin married… I won’t die until I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Virenth, his final plea in his eyes. “Teacher, you’ve come just in time. The young people of our duchy are still too young—they need an elder to preside over this wedding. I can only trouble you once more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! Since you asked, I, Virenth, promise to do it!” She patted her chest, though a sly glint flashed in her eyes. “I’ll go drag Sakavi back right away! But all I’ve prepared for you is funeral gear—there’s no time for wedding decorations. Just dye your funeral robes a festive color. You don’t mind, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Funeral… I won’t see it anyway. What does it matter?” He struggled into a faint smile, his gaze clear. “But the wedding… I’ll witness it with my own eyes. Use it as is—I don’t care about such things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You stay and prepare. I’ll go bring Sakavi back.” Her voice softened. “Our misunderstandings have lingered too long. After all these years… I’ve suddenly realized I miss that stubborn, troublemaking cub who always made me angry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twilight draped the bustling harbor in a gauze of dark gold. Distant ship silhouettes and gull cries sank into misty haze. Sakavi stood alone on the cliff, his dragon’s vertical pupils reflecting the scattered lights below—as if inspecting, or lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The salty sea breeze, like an old friend, swept against his face, yet carried none of its former ease. Deep within Sakavi’s pupils mirrored the miracle below: the glittering harbor, the forest of masts, the curling smoke rising from winding alleyways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every brick, every tile soaked in his sweat. Every shipping route extended his ambition. Now, the shadow of war pressed from beyond the horizon, ready to crush thirty years of labor to dust, to return this prosperity to ruin—and he could not stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange stillness crept through the wind. Virenth’s footsteps were lighter than falling leaves. Her massive form seemed to peel from the mountain’s shadow, ancient Druidic power swirling around her antlers. No words. No warning. Only a faint tremor in the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, tough thorns burst from the ground—like awakened serpents, like servants bound by ancient pact. They coiled upward, slow, relentless, inescapable, locking Sakavi’s limbs and torso. The thorns did not pierce deeply, only pressed tightly against his scales, transmitting a cold warning and absolute control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! Sakavi, I’ve finally caught you! Any last words? I won’t grant them, hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your favorite pupil is nearly dead—why are you here, playing around?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Came for the breeze, and to see a thoroughly rotten fellow. Sakavi, you’ve grown.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Time changes many things,” Sakavi gazed into the distance. “Back then I was too impatient. Got beaten often—learned caution naturally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Virenth gently interrupted, a faint smile in her eyes. “I mean your body has grown.” She elegantly lifted her hoof, tracing a small length in the air. “Remember? You were this tiny once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t believe you!” Sakavi tilted his head, stretching his words. “You’re probably lying—your ‘tiny’ was bigger than a newborn White Dragon! Don’t take advantage of my never looking in mirrors!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not just avoiding mirrors?” Virenth let out a low, delighted laugh, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I seem to recall a certain mischievous little Black Dragon who used to run around naked. Need me to remind you of more such memories? Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi deliberately shuddered his scales, emitting a low chuckle: “Ha! I, the Black Dragon Lord, never wear clothes! Tell me—what dragon needs clothes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—!” Virenth drew out the word, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now you mention it, I remember. Wasn’t it you who saw me standing at your cave entrance and bolted in panic? Didn’t look where you were going—*thud!*—smashed straight into an ancient tree. That scene… unforgettable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, never bring up those old stories again—I’ll be utterly humiliated!” Sakavi hurried to stop her, voice tinged with helpless pleading. Then he shifted tone. “You’ve come just in time. One of my key subordinates is about to marry, and I’ve been searching for someone worthy to preside. Your arrival is perfect. Stay a few days—host the celebration.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came for exactly that. The wedding preparations are underway. Grap said he won’t pass until he attends. We’re just waiting for you, the boss, to return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wedding ceremony took place beneath an ancient oak on the outskirts of Agrik. Thick branches hung with natural lanterns of fireflies, glowing in harmony with embedded moonstones, casting soft light upon the altar below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Virenth, the towering Deer Druid, stood silently before the altar. Her aged fur shimmered faintly silver in the dim light; her ancient antlers entwined with fresh green vines and luminous blossoms, symbols of life and reincarnation. She herself was the most solemn witness of this wedding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the guests fell silent, every gaze—from the dragon’s vertical pupils to the beastfolk’s curious eyes—turned toward the end of the petal-strewn path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The groom arrived first. He was very young, tall and straight as a drawn blade. Most striking was his naturally white hair—like woven moonlight silk, stirring in the breeze—contrasting sharply with his youthful, sharply defined face, creating a striking beauty. He wore a perfectly tailored black formal suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him walked his bride, the half-elf, her arm linked with his. She wore a gown flowing with starlight, perfect harmony of elven grace and human warmth. They walked side by side—like a brief, blazing meteor and eternal, serene moonlight, meeting at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today, we gather to witness an ancient vow—two independent souls choosing to weave their fates into one. Here, with sky as dome, earth as foundation, and the will of every soul present as witness—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to the groom:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young ranger, do you vow to be her shield and sword, sharing your courage, guarding her smile, whether the path ahead stretches as long as an elf’s song or burns as briefly as a human’s flame?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The groom looked up at Virenth, silver-white hair catching the light, his gaze as firm as steel, voice clear and strong:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I do. My life now exists for her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to the bride:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daughter of Nature, do you vow to be his harbor and starlight, sharing your wisdom, illuminating his journey, accepting his entire being—the unusual silver hair and the fierce soul burning within?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bride’s eyes shimmered with happy tears, her grip tightening on the groom’s hand: “I do. My now and eternity are bound to him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then,” Virenth’s voice rose, her antlers’ vines and luminous flowers resonating, glowing brighter, “exchange your tokens—this pledge, sealed as an eternal covenant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the shower of soft light and the breathless gaze of all races, the young silver-haired human and the beautiful half-elf placed rings upon each other’s fingers—the symbols of their vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Virenth finally lifted her head, solemnly declaring, her voice echoing across the entire grounds:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By life, by nature, by the stars—I declare these two now bound as one inseparable soul! Let this land and all living beings here bear witness!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, compared to the solemn romance of the wedding, the dragon guests clearly anticipated the next part with purer eagerness. No sooner had Virenth spoken “The ceremony is complete” than the echo had barely faded from the valley before the dragon-beasts acted, embodying “no delay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if at a silent command, the hillside erupted in astonishing chaos. The previously quiet Five-Colored and Metallic Dragons, now ignoring dignity and lineage, became streaks of vivid lightning, racing headlong toward the massive banquet table already prepared—a mountain of food.\u003C\u002Fp>",1830,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dec84136c90cf6fd7fba3b64bfb5e4c9d37da4482951730301cf57a3c0654327","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-80","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-78",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]