Angramo was in a bitter battle.

Even though the defeat was already in place, the leader of the undead legion did not retreat, and the roar of the corpse dragon was as thick and low as it had been at the beginning, even though there were fewer and fewer subordinates on his side and more and more enemies, the attack was as fierce and powerful as ever.

In just one hour, Angelamo spewed blue breath countless times to burn the battlefield, burning the souls and lives of the soldiers, and the blood-thirsty flames burned in her heart, vowing to crush the resistance of the fortress and tear it apart.

Victory, or death, Angelamo did not leave himself a third way.

So she was still fighting, and she didn't retreat as soon as she felt threatened, as she usually did—and so did the rest of the High Undead.

"Smash!"

Angelamo roared, fighting the griffins and horned eagle knights in the air, and colliding with the heavily armored soldiers who rushed up, but in the end they were held back by the sword and axe, and then overturned and rolled down by the flame light, and the soul fire in his body further collapsed and dimmed.

The Black Knight Nedro has been killed, and soon, it will be her turn.

However, at this moment, there seemed to be a mental throbbing fluctuation transmitted from a distance, the griffons and horned eagles chirping endlessly, and there were also bursts of commotion among the human army, as if something terrible was approaching quickly.

The waves of fear were like the tides of the sea, and life was coming across the distant sky, and soon, the blinding crimson flame became the only one in the dark curtain.

It seemed to lock on to its target and began to slowly lower its altitude, closing in on the Rock Fortress, its red comet tail following it like a shadow, attracting the attention of countless people.

As the distance got closer, people gradually could get a glimpse of it with the help of light flames, it was a black dragon, although the appearance did not look very similar to the traditional black dragon, but the black scale armor still allowed people to make a definition of it.

It can only be identified by scales, because the muscular body, the huge head that seems to be made of steel, and the hideous barbs all over the body make it so different, not like the black dragon, but people can recognize its identity at a glance.

- "King of the Dragons." ”

The soldier craned his neck and exclaimed, such a posture and aura were by no means comparable to the two young black dragons that appeared on the battlefield before, it was the greatest evil in the entire Northlands, the owner of the nest of black wings, the black dragon Caesar Targaryen.

"It's coming, too."

Grand Duke Ryan clenched his sword, as the guardian and ruler of the former Rhine and the current Southern Rhine, he has long been known for the greatest evil force in the Northlands, and has also collected intelligence information on the Dragon King from various sources.

The face that had gradually relaxed because the battle was about to be won, once again tensed as iron, Ryan's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, the other party was fierce, he couldn't think of any other goals for the Dragon King except for the Rock Fortress.

"Alert! Mage (cast) Fearless Radiance! ”

Suddenly, Berish Lane turned and roared, but immediately turned back and took a deep breath to deal with the incoming man with the most serious vigilance in his life.

There is no doubt that they are going to be in trouble.

The black dragon that approached and arrived quickly made many people subconsciously close their eyes and turn their heads, and in the next second, it arrived, and crashed into the city wall without slowing down.

"Boom-"

Hearing only a muffled thunderous thud, Ryan felt a violent shaking under his feet, and the world became silent, with only a continuous murmur in his ears.

An explosive wave of qi rushed out from under the black dragon.

It was a splash of fragments of the city wall during the violent collision, which at first glance looked like a mass of scattered black flowers, but the lethality was very amazing, although they had avoided it in advance, many soldiers were still injured by the explosion splash.

The black dragon slammed into the Rock Fortress, its forelimbs bracing the broad, heavy walls and its hind legs resting on the sharp, sharp dragon-repellent thorns—steel-forged defensive thorns that didn't work against Caesar, but twisted, snapped, and crumbled beneath his feet.

Caesar took two steps forward, raised his head to look down at the soldiers, and a mouthful of scorching dragon breath erupted from his throat, turning the surroundings into a terrifying hot Jedi.

"Idiot."

Even on all fours, the dragon king, who was still imposing, turned his head sideways and said to the scarred corpse dragon, "Go back." ”

The so-called momentum is like a mountain, that is, it stands there, even if it does not move and does not attack anymore, it still makes people feel irresistible power, as unshakable as a mountain.

"Father!" Angelamo let out a low roar like a struggle, unwilling to give up, and wanted to continue fighting.

"I said, go back, Targaryen."

Caesar spoke to it as if no one was around, and his words could not be questioned.

Since the corpse dragon named herself "Yogo Angramo Targaryen", it has been eight years, and this is the first time Caesar has called her "Targaryen", which can be regarded as an acknowledgment of the identity of the corpse dragon.

She won Caesar's approval by her actions.

Blacksia once said that Caesar tarnished Targaryen's name, but from now on, every minute and every second from now on, Targaryen will be proud of Caesar Ortorenzo.

Hearing this, Angelamo lowered his head and whispered, "Yes." ”

As a member of the Black Wing Clan, the Black Dragon Emperor's orders could not be disobeyed, but Angelamo had a heart that was far more sensitive than that of other high-level undead, and from Caesar's words, she could hear a completely different change from the past.

The corpse dragon spread its wings, barely able to fly, and staggered away, exiting the battlefield.

No one cared about her, people's attention and vigilance were focused on the sudden appearance of the dragon king, and the undead legion had not breached the Rock Fortress for half a month, which was enough to give people a clear idea of her power, but this one was different.

Compared to the undead, the black dragon Caesar is much stronger, it is the source of all the horror stories in the Northland today, and its power can be seen only by the surging dragon might.

Even with the "Dreadnought Radiance" buff, the soldiers can still feel the overwhelming pressure, and people must treat such a powerful ancient dragon with the utmost respect and vigilance, even if it is hostile.

"The owner of the Blackwing's Lair, the legendary Dragon King."

Among the guards of the regiment, Grand Duke Lane was the first to speak, holding the heavy sword in front of him, holding the top of the hilt with both hands, and tilting his head and asking, "Why did you come from?" ”

Although many smart people have analyzed enough information from the brief conversation between the black dragon and the corpse dragon, and the Grand Duke of the Rhine has also guessed that the dragon king may be the mastermind behind the undead legion's attack on the Northland countries, but due to the strong curiosity of human beings, he still wants to ask the origin of the other party's attack on the Northland countries.

In fact, people had already asked when the army of the dead invaded, but Angramo would not give them an answer, perhaps, the black dragon was able to communicate.

Is it for money, or something else?

It's all about talking.

Humans are notoriously fickle in camps, and they can cooperate and negotiate peace with any living being, including the evil five-colored dragons, as long as conditions are acceptable.

"Don't be nervous, human."

Caesar, noticing the interrogator covered in magical equipment, guessed that it might be an aristocratic fellow, grinned, his steely fangs shining, and said, "I have no ill will. ”

Seeing the bewildered and inquiring faces of the soldiers, the black dragon added sincerely, "I just want to rule this place...... I want all the kingdoms of the Northlands. ”

- And so the war broke out again.