Black Dragon Code

To be honest, I'm disappointed in you.

In the Emerald Palace, a huge black dragon lay horizontally, its scarlet vertical eyes stared at the blurry bubble in front of it, its voice was low, and the demilich Ren was standing beside him, lowering his head and eyes, providing magic power to support the spell.

Sorry, Father.

On the other side of the bubble, the corpse dragon lowered its head, and the frequency of the soul fire in its eye sockets decreased and collapsed into a little bit of light, which meant that she was depressed now: I am too weak.

Her body was covered with sword scars and burning black marks, leaving fine lines on the corpse dragon's body. During this period, it would end up in person almost every day, attacking the Rock Fortress. New scars will be added.

It's a pity that it has little effect.

Caesar was not angry about this. The Undead Legion could not capture the Rock Fortress. He had expected it. The Black Dragon Lord was not disappointed. What really dissatisfied Caesar was: Angramo, she even worked on intelligence work. Neither can be perfect.

How many troops does Rock Fortress have? Approximately how many spellcasters? What is the highest force?

One question and three questions.

All she could give Caesar was the obvious things like four towers of elements on the front of the Rock Fortress and more than ten war puppets.

So far, Caesar's real purpose of mobilizing the undead army to attack first has not been completed.

How about this.

The black dragon lord thought for a while, made a decision and issued an order: I will send Ren to assist you, prepare well, and then launch the last offensive.

Caesar told Wren,

Be careful in this battle, the demilich also shoulders the task of recording the fighting power shown by the northern countries.

The offensive he was talking about was by no means an ordinary attack. The undead army was going on all the time. What he wanted was a desperate attack. He would go all out to fight to the death and pile up all the middle and high-level forces of the undead army.

If you can't move, just die.

At this time, most of the armed forces of the northern countries are already in place. Caesar wants to rely on the undead army to fight for his life and squeeze out the opponent's real strength. Let's see how much high-end military strength the opponent has and what level it has reached. Can you fight.

To be honest, this guy was a little too cautious this time. It is obviously the best choice under the current situation to combine the Black Wing Clan and the Undead Legion to attack the northern countries.

However, once he was bitten by a snake, he suffered a lot from Roy's hands, which is still fresh in his memory. As a result, this black dragon always adheres to the basic principle of being careful and making no big mistakes, for fear that the northern countries will come up with another similar Green City things come.

Up to now, the undead army has almost been abandoned, and their role has ended here. As long as Caesar judges that it can fight after this battle is over, the Black Wing Clan will take over the overall situation regardless of the victory or defeat.

I understand, father. The blue fire in Angramo's eye sockets flickered, and he nodded.

Oh, but you have to come back, there are things for you to do later.

Caesar added one more sentence: I can't resurrect you again.

--I see.

...

In 1637 of the Third Era of Elradia, the dry season in the north continued, and the scorching sun scorched the creatures as always, but this day is destined to change the fate of many people.

Not only Anglamor and Grand Duke Ryan, but also many other creatures will be involved. This butterfly just started flapping its wings. Will it set off an empty air current or a roaring hurricane?

Nobody knows.

Once the war machine starts running, it is difficult to stop, and the final outcome must be to completely swallow one of the forces. Now, it is time to choose between swallowing and being swallowed.

Under the veil of night, the undead army suddenly stopped advancing, and the 24-hour attack was terminated, allowing the defenders to gain a little respite.

The mid-level and high-level undead scattered in various ministries and regions were summoned and gathered in the center of the legion, while a large number of ordinary skeleton soldiers, enhanced skeleton soldiers, and skeleton archers were transferred to the two sides, leaving enough space for the generals to use .

The phosphorous fire was faint, and the light in the venue was on and off, occasionally reflecting the face of the skeleton and the strange soul fire, which was creepy, and there was a spooky atmosphere in the air.

We waited for a long time, and finally returned to the ground. This is the first battle of the undead army, but it has not been effective so far. You scum, I am very embarrassed in front of the emperor.

The tall body of the corpse dragon occupies the core position, and the voice of the soul wave echoes in the field: Before dawn, we must capture this fortress and kill all the rebels.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a voice of discussion in the venue. The one who stepped forward to speak was a tall skeleton, which was covered in an old armor, carefully reminding: But, Mr. Angramo, the resistance of human beings The power is very strong, we...

It opened its mouth, but suddenly there was no sound from the leaky jaw, because it found that the corpse dragon was staring at it with those dark blue eye sockets, that kind of gaze made the skeleton warlord aware of the danger, and subconsciously shut up.

Going on, I might be crushed and torn by Angramo on the spot. This kind of thing has not happened before.

listen clearly.

Angramo glanced at the two black dragons lying on the ground not far away, turned his head, and said in a deep voice: Your Majesty only gave the undead army one day. After one day, if we still can't take down the rock fortress, we have to go back to the dark In other regions, there will be a new force to replace us.

Who wants to go back? Her eyes scanned all the undead.

All the high-level undead shook their heads.

In fact, the undead also have desires. They desire to kill, desire war, and desire to stay in this colorful world to drink blood. This is also desire.

I know, you've all been locked away in the dull and dead Underdark for countless years, and none of you want to go back, so we must tear the human defenses, smash their armor, and conquer this land in exchange for our own chance .”

Anglamor raised his head and spread his wings slightly: For Targaryen, the undead army must win—

Many undead raised their weapons, and responded in a deep voice: The army of the undead will surely win—

attack!

A soul ripple spread, and the entire sea of ​​skeletons and bones rioted instantly. Anglamor was the first to rise from the darkness with a roar, swept across the sky, and rushed to the human fortress that looked like a giant beast at the other end.

If you don't win, you'd rather die. She said to herself in her heart.

On the other side, the Grand Duke Baelish Lane, who had closed his eyes to meditate, suddenly opened his eyes. Not only him, but also the guards around him and the veterans farther away also clenched their weapons tightly and cocked their crossbows.

Ryan took a few steps forward, leaning on the thorny railing facing outwards and looking down, ferocious monsters surged in the dark night, the earth was in constant turmoil, and countless soul fires swayed and danced in the dark curtain.

As early as when the undead stopped moving, he had said to be careful, the enemy was planning a bigger and fiercer attack.

Now, here they are.

Enemy attack! Enemy attack!

The high-pitched voice of the supervisor resounded through the night sky. At this time, it was necessary to yell. The nerves of the soldiers who had been tense for a long time relaxed when the undead stopped attacking. The corpse was fast asleep.

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