Back at the Dark Court, Lacas received an edict from the Witch King before he could rest, and Malekith ordered him to lead the Thousand Devourers south to Nagaris to support Loxia.

But the problem is that the main island of Obien has not yet been brought under Duruzi's rule, and once the troops are withdrawn, the previous achievements will be lost.

The northern Yankees will inevitably strengthen their defenses again, and if they want to occupy the island again, they are afraid that they will have to wipe out all their own resources.

Once again, Lacas was in a dilemma.

In the court, the blood-red glow of the cursed talisman shimmered with a hazy glow, and the walls were covered with tapestries woven from bloody hair. The jagged eyes of the jagged portrait of the cruel god on the buttress glowed in the darkness and peered down at Lacas, pacing back and forth.

After thinking about it, Lacas still felt the need to go to Osune.

After all, the Witch King's orders must be followed, not to mention that he may be able to go to Osune Island to find some dragon eggs to hatch.

Just as he was making up his mind, the herald brought Lacas's good and bad news.

Lustria's mighty spirit, flesh and blood of the jungle, the legendary ancient monitor lizard Nakai, who has survived for countless years, led a massive army of lizardmen to land on the northern coastline of Osune.

There was a fierce battle with the patrolling Yankees.

The arrival of Nakai has created a three-way counterbalance on Obien Island for a short time.

The biggest risk, the biggest benefit.

Determined to take the plunge and leave only part of his army on the Isle of the Dead, Lakas led the main army of the Thousand Devourers south to Nagaris aboard the Doom.

If he can rush back to the Corpse Island before Nakai and the North are decided, then he will be the biggest beneficiary.

Without waiting for me, Lacas quickly gathered his forces and stepped onto the Black Ark, heading towards the Maelstrom.

At the same time, Malekis also summoned the Black Dragon Legion under his command, and dozens of Black Dragon Knights were ready to fly straight to the Western Ocean.

The wasteland outside the city of Tal Droder.

At the beginning of dawn, the sky was still a fish belly white, the dim starry sky had not yet faded, and the huge auspicious moon was like a white eyeball, staring at the barren land with a solemn atmosphere.

In a short time, the morning tranquility was shattered by the uplifting cries of harmony one after another.

The combined armies of the Cult of Pleasure and the Nico Exiles flocked to Drodr, and as far as the eye could see, the invading army of the Dark Elves and the Nehekhara Undead was endless. The steel walls of heavily armoured dreadspearmen and gloomy swordsmen pushed through the ragged, haggard-faced slaves; Dressed in pitch-black armor, the Halgonsi Executioners strode forward with their terrifying knives, accompanied by stalwart skeletal warriors and Ushabits. The Graveyard Knights roam at the forefront of the group on serpentine mounts made of magic, bone, and steel, roaring under a storm of magic that is about to take shape.

The army's rear-square-shaped massive structures moved slowly, holding giant archbone giants alongside the Holy Titans, their size comparable to the war hydra on the side.

Behind the many constructs are the larger, more formidable Sphinx, carrying the most elite Tomb Knights, their heads protected by armor made of metal plates.

The majestic King Sehelek stood on his throne, his sharp gaze swept straight to the other side of the battlefield.

Even in Nehekhara, constructs were rare, so seeing so many constructs at once shocked the High Elves defending the city.

On the walls of Zoder, the ballistae that had been transported to the minaret by hinges were in motion, and the defenders of the walls were lined with spears, halberds, and swords, and the Shadow King Aris watched as the army of the Dark Elves gradually drove through the open area in front of the walls.

Even after many bloody battles, Morath still had an advantage over the defenders in the number of troops he could use.

That's why Aris, who has always liked to take the initiative, agreed to Tyrion's order to defend the city first.

Soon, the Elion cavalry, outflanked from the Griffon's Gate, will join the defenders in encircling the Dark Elves.

Realizing that Morath's charge was nothing more than a crossbow struggle before the end of the apocalypse, Aris sneered disdainfully, and ordered the Semen guards to diffuse, and then thousands of arrows were fired in a volley of Eagle Claw ballistas, falling into the Cult of Pleasure in a volley.

There are so many targets that you can shoot without aiming at all. A large number of slave armies fell in their path, their bodies full of silver feathered arrows. However, this loss was not enough to stop the charge or scatter the slaves. Because behind them, there are more repeaters aimed at their vital points.

The second wave of crossbow bolts still killed a lot, but it still had little effect, and it didn't even affect the regular troops in the rear.

The undead warriors rushed behind the slave army with long siege ladders, and under the influence of the magic of the funeral rites, even if they were shot, they would immediately continue to get up and charge like no one else.

The Tomb King faction's battlefield talent is the realm of the revenant, which is very different from the killing attainments that the Dark Elves actively activate by slaughtering lives.

As soon as your casualties reach a limit, the Revenant Realm will activate your allies.

The more undead you have, the more powerful the remaining undead will be. Therefore, the Tomb King faction has always been not afraid of exchanging war losses.

The flashes of light in the sky were traces of magic, and the few mages of the High Elves were battling the overwhelming Harpy. Bright flames and light and shadow bloomed in the air, and then it rained in the sky, but the raindrops were not water but broken corpses.

After a large number of slaves were filled, Nehekhara's vanguard carried the bottom of the siege ladder, and they marched through the piles of corpses, quickly closing the distance between the walls, and finally set up the engineering ladder in the gap between the battlements in the dense rain of arrows.

Several silverlight guards knocked the siege ladders off the walls, but more were hung up, each decorated with skinned human heads, in an attempt to intimidate the defenders.

From the moment the siege ladder was mounted, the bloody siege battle began.

A halberd-wielding tomb guard was the first to climb to the top of the ladder and raised his weapon, ready to cut down all the flesh and blood in the vicinity, but the next moment he couldn't take a step forward.

Aris smashed the skeleton frame with a precise arrow. The tomb guard fell from the ladder and was swallowed up by the high splash of ground flames in the trench along with the other Pioneers, leaving no chance of resurrection.

Hundreds of Talon ballistas shoot bolts under the control of the operator, piercing the dreary air. Nearly six feet long, the bolt flew across the battlefield like a javelin, hitting its target.

The Sphinx, on which King Sehelek was riding, were protected by a powerful metal shell from the ballistas, but on the other side, a skull giant was shot in the face by a ballista, and staggered backwards without falling until it was shot by three other ballistas. The tower-like bone giant finally fell like a tree, and when it fell, it killed a dozen Black Ark pirates.

Many died in the siege, their bodies fell in flames, and the air was filled with a foul smell of burnt and blood.

On a high slope overlooking the battlefield, Morath looked out at the fierce battlefield and the strong walls of Droder, and his mood sank a little.

In the rear, news came from Calvesis that the Kingdom of Arion in the inner ring of Osune had broken through the siege of Griffon's Gate, and that the world-famous cavalry was galloping towards this side.

If you can't take the city of Zroder today, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Despite knowing that the odds of success on this trip to Osune are slim, failure is always frustrating. Morath was unwilling to accept defeat and chose to take a desperate gamble.

Whether or not they can break through the defense line of the High Elves and continue to advance towards the Temple of Kane depends on this battle.

Just as Moras's thoughts were turning, she heard Saga behind her respectfully: "Lord Locxia. ”

"If we continue to fight, I'm afraid the sailors of the Divine Blessing Fleet will all die on land."

Lockia casually walked to Morath's side and stood about three meters away, keeping a safe enough distance from the madwoman.

"Are you scared?"

Morath's voice was calm, but there was a sense of threat that had never been felt before.

At this time, the Divine Blessing Evil Party must not withdraw its troops, and must stand firmly on the same front as her.

"Not really." Loxia shrugged, the blood-colored pupils on the Kraken troll's mask showing a hint of helplessness, "I just think it's better to do something more meaningful than wasting the boys' lives here." ”

Morath laughed mockingly, "What about the people who die more?" Their lives were mine. Die for me, die as you deserve. ”

"Hmm. Reasonable. ”

Locsia nodded, and continued, "Kane's sword is indeed very good, but it is a fiery horse, coveted by thousands of people, and can be harnessed. Then his gaze fell on the blood-soaked walls of Droder, and he said tentatively, "At least for now, you and I are not qualified to be special, don't you think?" ”

"Huh, qualifications?" Morath exuded a huge aura all over his body, and the chaos magic substantially hovered above everyone's heads, and a storm was coming.

"Qualifications are nothing more than an excuse for the weak to get what they want, and to be cowardly. I can do whatever I want. ”

Loxia pouted.

It seems that she can't convince this crazy woman.

However, he was not afraid of Moras, and simply prepared to take the army away.

"Okay. You're in for a treat. I..."

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Locsia's words froze.

He and Morath raised their heads at the same time, looking up at the haze of the sky.

Dozens of black dragons pierced through the sky from the sky, stirring up strong winds and instantly appeared on the battlefield.

The wings of dozens of black dragons covered the sky and attracted countless pairs of eyes.

At the forefront of the Black Dragon Legion, the powerful black dragon in the lead is so eye-catching, and what is even more frightening is the strong man standing on the dragon's head.

Malekis stood tall above Seraphim's head, a pair of grim eyes looking down at the fierce battlefield in the helmet large enough to enclose a giant's head, revealing deep disdain.

No one expected that the Witch King, who was far away in Nagarond, would suddenly descend on the battlefield.