"To be honest, I'm disappointed in you."

In the Emerald Palace, the huge black dragon was lying sideways, staring at the hazy and vague bubble in front of him with scarlet vertical eyes, and his voice was low, and the half-lich Wren was standing beside him, lowering his head and providing magical support spells.

"I'm sorry, father."

On the other side of the bubble, the corpse dragon lowered her head, and the soul fire in her eye sockets surged less frequently and collapsed into a little glow, indicating that she was now in a low mood: "It's me who is too weak. ”

Her body was covered in sword scars and scorching black marks, leaving fine lines on the bones of the corpse dragon, and during this time, it would go down in person almost every day to attack the Rock Fortress, and the old wounds would soon add new marks before they healed.

Unfortunately, it had little effect.

Caesar was not angry about this, the undead army could not take the rock fortress, and he expected it, the Black Dragon Lord was not disappointed by this, and what really made Caesar unsatisfied: Angramo, she could not even do her intelligence work perfectly.

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

I don't know.

All she could give back to Caesar was the obvious fact that there were four elemental towers on the front of the Rock Fortress, more than a dozen war golems, and so on.

So much so that until now, Caesar's real purpose of mobilizing the undead legion to attack first has not been accomplished.

"So be it."

The Black Dragon Lord thought for a moment, made a decision and gave an order: "I will send Wren to assist you, prepare well, and then launch the last offensive." ”

Caesar told Wren to be careful in this battle, and the half-lich was also tasked with recording the combat effectiveness of the Northlands.

The offensive he said was by no means an ordinary kind of attack, this undead legion was going on all the time, what he wanted was a desperate kind of attack, going all out to fight to the death, and piling up all the middle and high-level forces of the undead legion.

If you can't fight, you just die.

At this time, most of the forces of the Northland countries were already in place, and Caesar wanted to rely on the undead legion to fight for his life, squeeze out the real strength of the other party, and see how many high-end forces the other party had, what level it reached, and whether it could be fought.

To be honest, this guy was a little too cautious this time, and merging the Blackwing Clan and the Undead Legion to attack the Northland Kingdoms was obviously the best choice in the current situation.

However, once he was bitten by a snake, he suffered a lot of losses at the hands of Roy, and he still remembers it vividly, causing this black dragon to always adhere to the basic principle of being careful and not making a big mistake, for fear that the Northland countries will take out something similar to the "Green Capital".

By now, the undead legions have almost been abandoned, and their role is over, as long as Caesar judges that it can be fought, the Blackwing clan will take over the whole situation, regardless of victory or defeat.

"I see, father." The blue fire in Angramo's eye socket flashed and nodded.

"Oh, but you have to come back, and then there is something for you to do."

Caesar said, "I can't resurrect you again." ”

"—I understand."

……

In the year 1637 of the Tertiary Era, the dry season in the Northland continued, and the sun was scorching as always, but this day was destined to change the fate of many people.

Not only Angelamo and Grand Duke Lane, but many other creatures will be swept up in it, and this butterfly has just begun to flap its wings, will it set off an empty air current, or a roaring hurricane?

Nobody knows.

Once the machine of war is in motion, it is difficult to stop, and the final result must be to completely consume one of these forces, and now is the time to choose to devour and be devoured.

In the darkness of night, the undead abruptly halted their advance, halting the day's assault and giving the defenders a little respite.

The middle and high-ranking undead scattered in various departments and regions were summoned and gathered in the center of the legion, while a large number of ordinary skeleton soldiers, reinforced skeleton soldiers, and skeleton archers were moving to the flanks to leave enough space for the generals to be used.

The phosphorus fire is faint, the light in the field is bright and dark, occasionally reflecting the faces of skeletons and strange soul fires, which is creepy, and the air is filled with a solemn atmosphere.

"We waited a long time and finally got back to the ground. This is the first war of the Undead Legion, but it has not yet achieved results, and you scum make me very embarrassed in front of the emperor. ”

The tall body of the corpse dragon occupies the core position, and the voice of the soul fluctuation echoes in the field: "Before dawn, we must take this fortress and kill all those who resist. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sound of discussion in the room, and it was a tall skeleton that stepped forward to speak, its whole body was shrouded in an old armor, and carefully reminded: "But, Lord Angramo, the resistance of the human race is very strong, and we ...... it."

It opened its mouth, but there was no sound coming from its leaky jaws as it noticed that the corpse dragon was staring at it with its dark blue eye sockets, a gaze that made the Skeleton Overseer sense the danger and subconsciously shut up.

Besides, he may be pinched and torn apart by Angramo on the spot, which has not happened before.

"Hear me clearly."

Angelamo glanced at the two black dragons lying on their stomachs not far away, turned his head, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty has only given the undead legion one day, and after one day, if we still can't take the Rock Fortress, we will have to go back to the dark region, and a new force will replace us." ”

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

All the middle and high-ranking undead shook their heads.

In fact, the undead also have desires, they are eager to kill, they are hungry for war, they are eager to stay in this colorful world and drink blood, which is also desire.

"I know that you have all been locked up in the dull and dead dark lands for countless years, and none of you want to go back, so we must tear through the human defenses, shatter their armor, and conquer this land in exchange for our own chances."

Angelamo raised his head and spread his wings slightly: "For the sake of Targaryen, the undead army will win-"

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

"Attack!"

A soul ripple spread, and the entire sea of skeletons and bones instantly rioted, and Angelamo was the first to roar and rise from the darkness, skimming the sky, and rushing towards the human fortress that looked like a majestic beast on the other side.

"Victory or death." She said to herself in her heart.

On the other side, the Grand Duke Berish Lane, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes, and not only him, but also the surrounding guards and veterans further away also tightened their weapons and wound their crossbows.

Ryan took a few steps forward, leaning on the thorny railing and looking down, the night was full of hideous shadows, the earth was in turmoil, and countless soul fires shook and danced in the dark curtain.

As early as when the undead stopped moving, he had spoken to be careful, the enemy was brewing a bigger and more ferocious attack.

Now, here they are.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

The Overseer's high-pitched voice resounded through the night sky, and the soldiers' long-tense nerves relaxed at the moment when the undead stopped attacking, causing many to fall into a deep sleep at once, leaning against the wall and the corpses.