The blue soul fire within the broken skull burned brightly, as if to show its anger to the others.

As a lich who has lived for an unknown number of years, Fresas has no talent, but in the first half of his life, he has never been played by anyone like this!

At the beginning, he did calculate the mistress of the principality together with the Dragon Hunting Order, and everything was going according to plan, and the plan was developing very smoothly, but just when he thought he could harvest nearly half of the life of that principality, the plan suddenly went wrong - that woman actually appeared in front of him!

This kind of thing shouldn't have happened, but it happened.

It was fine if the plan went wrong, but he didn't win the battle...... In the end, the entire plan fell short.

This time he's here for revenge - even if he provoked the people of that principality for no reason, but he lost and lost face, so he had to get that face back!

Of course, he could not take this duchy alone, he had already been defeated by that woman before, not to mention that there was a 'god' in that principality.

So, once again, he joined forces with 'those people'.

"Damn breath of life!"

The lich, sitting on the back of an undead earth dragon, opened its jaws slightly, leaning against the new throne of bones beneath him, his magic shaking the air, and his tone was flat.

The tall Earth Walking Dragon undead stepped into one of its forelimbs, and the flesh on its body was still not rotten, but the scale armor was already a little gray.

The earth trembled slightly with each step taken by the undead of the Earth Walking Dragon, but it did not affect the undead army that slowly passed by.

As far as the eye can see, the endless ocean of undead mixed with white and black and red almost fills this once life-filled grassland, and even if it is close to winter, the green grass that is still as green as new is trampled under the feet of the corpse and quickly withers.

And behind them, the vegetation is decaying, and the land is thousands of miles away.

Clouds cover the sky all the time, and the dark sky can make people feel depressed at a glance.

Sensen's bones swayed up and down, the undead dragging their rotting bodies across mountains and flats, and Fresas rested his elbows on the armrests to the side, his chin propped up.

It's close!

After uniting with the group, he learned something about the principality.

For example, the principality only built a great wall in the north, but did not have any walls that could stop the invasion from the steppe.

There were no forts around the duchy's capital, and to the north there were no towns except for the three forts that were guarded on the border with the Black Forest.

Now as long as he bypassed that fortress, he could step into the land of that principality—even if he might be intercepted afterwards, but what could stand up to an undead legion in a vast grassland?

Thinking of this, Fresas couldn't help but shake his upper and lower jaws again, he hadn't felt this kind of 'happiness' for a long time since he became a lich!

Negative energy not only eats away at his body, but also at his soul, and he hasn't felt this 'positive emotion' for a long time - except when he is engaged in killing.

"The Fragrance of Vengeance......"

Fresas raised his other hand and grabbed it out of thin air in front of him.

He already felt it, and the 'happiness' was just around the corner!

Then, he raised his hand, and the undead legion stopped in an instant, falling silent.

The undead generals guarding his side had a red light in their eyes, and they all set their eyes on the front of the army.

"Ah, you're finally here!"

Ziegler lifted his glasses and looked up from the book with a smile on his face.

He sat in a high-backed chair with a hillside behind him, and over the hill he could almost see a gray-white road leading to Winde City.

As one of several 'Legends' of the Duchy of Sorrow, he has a very heavy task, both leading his team in magical research and protecting the Duchy in times of crisis.

Speaking of which, he himself doesn't know when he joined the principality, but he doesn't feel that it matters, anyway, he is only interested in the endless 'new gadgets' and funds of the principality, and they are mutually beneficial.

Beside him was a small white round table filled with all kinds of delicious food, and the expressionless puppet girl sat on the other side of the small round table, focusing on the food, not even paying attention to the army of the undead.

"Are you...... Red Dragon?" Frezas had a soul fire in his eyes, as if he had seen it in the information that the group had given him.

Ziegler, a madman, a legendary red dragon mage!

Ziegler smiled and lifted his gold-rimmed glasses and nodded slightly, "Yes, I am indeed a red dragon, my name is 'Ziegler', it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

“...... It's not quite what I imagined. Fresas placed his other hand on the armrest on the other side, his index finger tapping lightly on the skull on the armrest, "I thought you'd be more grumpy and crazy, at least that's the case with most of the red dragons I know." ”

"That can only be said that your intelligence is outdated. Ziegler put the books in his storage bag and said loudly, "Our color dragons have been freed from the bloodline influence left by the [Great Mother], and all color dragons are back to normal. Without the influence of blood, the personalities between us are no longer the same, and each has its own personality. ”

"Oh, that's a congratulations......"

Fresas tapped his upper and lower jaws against each other, and after a moment of silence, said, "Get out of the way!"

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. Ziegler smiled and shook his head, "Although I don't know when I integrated into the country, and I don't care much about the lives of mortals...... But it's a task, and I can't help it!"

As he spoke, the red dragon shrugged his shoulders and stretched out his hands to show that he couldn't do it.

"Even if it's a mission to die?" Fresas raised his voice slightly, "even if you are free from the bloodline influence that the dragon queen has set for you, you are still a group of cunning and evil dragons, aren't you?"

Ziegler tilted his head for a moment, then nodded, "That's true." ”

"I'm an army myself, and I'm a 'legend', and you can't beat me. Fresas rubbed the rough skull on the armrest, "I don't want to waste time and strength here, so I think you'd better get out of the way." ”

Hearing this, Ziegler pursed his lips and sighed helplessly: "I say, you are not deaf either...... Oh, you're deaf physically, but you should be able to hear what I'm saying! I said I wouldn't get out of the way, couldn't you understand what I was saying?"

“...... Alright!" After a moment of silence, Fresas raised his hand and pointed.

"Attack!"

Necromancers with ranged attacks were the first to prepare spells, while the other undead began a silent charge.

The earth rumbled, and the tremors came from the soles of Ziegler's feet, but he was still smiling.

He put away the chair under him, and turned to the puppet girl and whispered, "Rena, start the battle, eat it after the fight." ”

The puppet girl glanced at him disapprovingly, jumped out of her chair, clapped her hands, and licked the crumbs from the corners of her mouth.

Surrounded by the legions of the undead, the undead slowly moved forward, while the necromancers standing on the battle platform on the backs of the other undead pack beasts threw out the magic they had brewed.

Faced with this overwhelming amount of negative energy spells, Ziegler just raised his hand, and a barrier appeared in front of him.

"You're still a little too tender!"