Through the misty gray mist, Rennes Shamir carefully and cautiously observed the interior of the Tuhala Desert with the eyes of a wizard.

Of course, Caesar would not wait for the god of hunting to invade his territory, passive defense is not the style of the Black Wing's Lair, and he could not accept the loss of a war in the Northlands, so the Black Dragon sent the half-lich to take charge of the reconnaissance work, intending to directly rush into Marat's territory to fight, and the goal was to clear the entire Tuhara Desert.

Through the Wizard's Eye, Wren tried to discern the distribution of the Hunting God's forces, and the other party was clearly on guard, and the gray mist was used by the caster to shield the peep.

However, as a half-lich who has survived several lives, reconnaissance is an essential skill, and it is also an ability that Wren is quite good at, so he has the means to use spells to pierce the gray fog and monitor most of the Tuhala Desert with a modified wizard's eye.

Those wearing robes and cuffs embroidered with bloody claws were undoubtedly the followers, fanatics, and apostles of the Black Blood Beast, and this was the group that the half-lich could see the most.

The second most is the blue dragon dragon beast, there are several elderly species with a body length of more than twenty meters, but more are in the prime of life and adult species, if these are real dragons, of course it is a terrifying combat power, but now ......

Wren sneered in his heart, these beasts with low intelligence would rather join the camp of the big cat than inhabit the more blood-related Black Dragon Emperor.

Finally, there are the sheer number of bandits and ferocious beasts, for whom the Half-Lich has no emotional turmoil, and the Blackwing Clan has no trouble dealing with them, the cavalry orcs and gray centaurs alone are enough to crush them back and forth to smithereens.

Under the premise that the subconscious thinks that the Black Emperor will personally deal with Marat's apostles, the most critical thing in this war is those black-blooded believers and blue dragon dragon beasts, of course, that is also Marat's core strength, and it is indeed a very difficult enemy.

The cutting-edge power of the Black Wing's Lair, although the leaders of Nero, Erha, and Hogg have all undergone the baptism of the dragon vein, and are undoubtedly powerful, their races, whether they are the Dog Demon Clan or the Flying Dragon Clan, are by no means the opponents of the Black Blood Believers and the Blue Dragon Dragon Beast when they fight alone.

What is His Majesty the Emperor going to do?

"How?"

Hearing Luna's innocent question, Caesar bared his teeth and said to the little guy with a smile: "War is not a duel, why should the Blackwing Clan fight alone with the minions of the hunting god, the army of the Blackwing Nest has a numerical advantage, and one bipedal wyvern is not the opponent of the Blue Dragon Dragon, five?" What about ten? ”

Since the black dragon entered the dark region and held power, it has been timid, stuffy and stuffy for nearly fifteen years, and fifteen years of precipitation and accumulation are waiting for this moment.

A beast god who is not welcomed in Eladia, if he does not come in person, but wants to fight with Caesar for the army and heritage, sorry, for the black dragon lord, it can only be regarded as mediocre.

Caesar Targaryen is no longer the little black dragon who only had a stone crow clan in his hand and is in camp step by step, but now he has a lot of cards available in his hand, and he can not be as careful as before, facing the stupid beep horse, just push it flat.

That's it.

The black dragon does not guarantee that the Northland countries will not have Marat's eyeliner, but this has no effect on the war, and the so-called god of hunting will either fight or roll.

Three days later –

According to the sky, there will be a heavy rain at night.

The Kaki border is densely packed with the clans of the Blackwing Clan, and under the constraints of their respective leaders, they have put a pill in their mouths and held it between their teeth.

It was a berserk drug researched and manufactured by the Boar People in the secret base of the Blackwing's Lair in the Dark Regions, for which Angramo had sought a cultivation base many years ago.

Although the berserk drug has never been revealed, it has never stopped being shipped, and the huge inventory is enough to supply every Blackwing Hive clan.

A black figure like a mountain gradually appeared in view, and the huge black dragon lord slowly climbed the city wall, and this terrifying, nearly twenty-five-meter legendary dragon raised its head and looked down on its own army.

At the bottom, there were nearly 50,000 beast troops, but they were all silent.

Halfway through, Caesar tilted his head slightly and ordered, "Barrett, put up the banner of the Blackwing Empire." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Beside the black dragon, the insignificant, trembling bard answered (it would be more appropriate to call him the Minister of Propaganda now), and Barrett fled for his life and ran towards the black-shirted troops below him: "Your Majesty orders, raise the flag." ”

Caesar turned his head and saw the flagpoles being raised, the black flags unfurled in the wind, and the dark gold pattern looked majestic, it was his miniature abstract painting, hand-painted by Luna, and the rock-solid walls were burning at the feet of the black dragon, indicating that all enemies would be doomed.

"This war will be the beginning of the Black Wing Empire." He said to himself.

Originally, in Caesar's plan, the integration of the northern kingdoms was a long-term project, but many things were reflected in the imminent war, and the support of the people gave him confidence, and the prevarication of the ruler gave him many excuses.

When this war is over, Caesar will be able to settle accounts, hang all those old nobles alive, and then forcibly build the Black Wing Empire, which is not a big problem.

The main battle force of the Blackwing Clan had arrived at the Kaki border three days ago, and now after three days of repair, the monsters were well fed and ready to attack.

In between, Caesar glanced at the Northland army in the corner.

Although the black-winged nobles who relied on the Black Emperor were actively preparing for war and were enthusiastic, after all, they were all new nobles who had just obtained fiefdoms and had no background at all, so they could only provide some temporarily formed militias, while the old nobles were perfunctory and unwilling to hand over the remaining army to others, so they squeezed some old, weak, sick and disabled people.

Sparse and unpleasant.

Caesar only glanced at it cursoryly, and then stopped paying attention, he didn't expect anything from these guys anyway, just let the Northland army put on a posture to show its presence and give the people some comfort, the Blackwing Clan is the main force to deal with the hunting gods.

After leaving the commander of the Northland army to watch for himself, Caesar stopped talking and waited quietly for nightfall.

The sun turned from a blazing gold to a turbid yellow, and finally sank into the vast sea to the west, leaving the whole of the northern land to the domination of night, and the layers of clouds quickly pressed down, and occasionally flashed a brilliant arc.

But a much wider cloud was rapidly rising, manticores and dragons obscured the sky, and the residents of Kaki who had been resettled had almost all stepped out of their houses and looked up at the familiar sight.

The army surged in Kakiling and left the border.

The last time they saw this scene, the people all gritted their teeth, hoping that the Black Wing Clan would be defeated and the Black Dragon's head would be cut off and nailed to the copper pillar, but this time, they vaguely hoped that the Black Wing Clan would win.

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