"Any dragon willing to do so may serve me for seven days after the war. Listen carefully—it's seven days."
The Fire Dragon Leader continued, "Also, Lord Sithorn has the ability to resurrect the dead. At that time, He will choose some Zombie Dragons to revive. In other words, if you are willing to become Zombie Dragons after death, you may have a chance to be resurrected in the future."
This was not the first time the Fire Dragon Leader had sold himself out. It had done so when building the castle last time, so it was now quite familiar with the process.
"Is it easy for me to do all this for the sake of the race?"
The Fire Dragon Leader sighed emotionally. At the same time, it hated the King of Abilities even more. If not for him, how could it have ended up on this path?
Don't think this was a good thing. Imagine if you were an emperor and had to spend seven days having sex with Ruhua. Could you bear it? The Dragon Clan had aesthetic standards too, okay?
"Serve for seven days?"
All the female dragons' eyes lit up at once. If that was the case, then everything was negotiable. As for resurrection, they did not care much about it. After all, not all of them would be revived, and once they were dead, what was the point of coming back?
In the end, more than seventy percent of the female dragons chose to accept Sithorn's method. The Fire Dragon Leader was delighted, but its face turned a little green. With so many dragons, seven days per dragon—how long would it have to keep busy?
"We'll deal with that later. Besides, once I become a Skyfather, I'll gain the ability to create avatars. By then,