Of course not.
The truth was that Angramo and the other High Undead were trying their best to restrain the unintelligent skeletons. The Undead Army would only use the cruelest means against those who resisted, but they did not wield their blades against the commoners, craftsmen, women and other obedient people.
This came from the orders of the Black Dragon Lord. Caesar was not a madman who wanted to destroy the world, and he did not want a slaughtered graveyard. If that was the case, it would be better not to fight this war. After all, after the war, it would be no different from the Underdark.
What the Black Dragon wanted was a northern country full of vitality, with the survival of humans, and even after the war was over, order could be restored and he could rule over it.
So under the stern warning of the Black Dragon Lord, the Undead Army was not as terrifying as the rumors said. Everywhere they passed, it became a wasteland. On the contrary, most of the areas in North Rhine still maintained the scene before the Undead Invasion.
It was just that within South Rhine, the people in various places either submitted to the Brendel Family or were captured and restricted. The rest hid everywhere, and no one dared to show their faces openly.
Of course, this was something that the northern countries did not know.
In fact, even if they knew, the King, Grand Dukes and other rulers would block this news. In order to protect their own notice, they would wantonly spread the horror of corpses everywhere the Undead Army passed, cutting off all means of retreat and burning the boats, so that the people would be completely desperate and join the army to fight to the death.
In fact, South Rhine led the way and several neighboring countries were already doing this.
In fact, on the battlefield, Angramo was not a good commander. She was a strict and cruel Undead Queen, but she did not know how to fight. The Black Knight Negendro was the same. These undead commanders were all unqualified.
Perhaps Black Dragon and Garen had some talent, but the Skeletal Dragon followed his father's orders, and the Black Dragon Emperor did not allow them to touch any power.
So now, even though the undead army far outnumbered the Firmrock Fortress, they were still unable to gain the upper hand in the battle. The undead army was battered and bruised under the combined attacks of magic, crossbows, and kerosene. The ratio of casualties was as high as 20 to 50. In other words, the death of 50 undead soldiers in exchange for the death of one human soldier.
This was something that even the high-level undead couldn't tolerate. For this reason, the Skeletal Dragon Angramo had been mobilized several times, bringing along two Black Dragons. However, their strength was limited, and they weren't able to gain the upper hand in the battle against the high-level warriors and mages of the Firmrock Fortress. Among them, the more violent Blackshia was even severely injured and had to return in defeat.
It was just two young Black Dragon. No matter how talented they were, it was still very difficult for them to be fierce against the defenders of the Firmrock Stronghold.
On the other hand, Grand Duke Lionheart also couldn't push the battle line forward. Once they left the Firmrock Stronghold and lost their defensive fortifications, the casualty ratio would immediately rise to another number. Exchanging lives with the undead was unacceptable to all humans, so he still maintained a defensive posture, allowing the undead army to block the entrance of the Firmrock Stronghold.
However, this seemingly balanced battle situation was about to be reversed as time passed. A small number of high-level mages had already arrived at the battlefield through teleportation, and more armies from various countries were also on their way, constantly replenishing the strength of the Firmrock Stronghold.
In the constant battle of attack and defense, Blackshia and Garen finally gained some fame. Unfortunately, the two young dragons had found the wrong opponent. The first time they entered the world, they had to face the entire army of the northern countries, so the two of them didn't have any achievements to be proud of, nor was there anything worth praising or praising.
Under such circumstances, in order to distinguish themselves from the other dragons, the humans patted their heads and casually gave them the title of "Dark Twin Stars".
Regarding this, Garen was quite happy. After all, it was his first title, and the feeling of obtaining it brought him a great sense of accomplishment. However, Blackshia was so angry that she was trembling. "I don't want to work together with you anymore!" She roared at Garen.
At the same time, this battle attracted the attention of many gods, most of which were weak gods (powerful gods wouldn't pay attention to a battle of this scale). They all had their own thoughts. The gods of the evil camp were trying to get in touch with the Skeletal Dragon, trying to obtain the faith of Angramo, while the good gods issued a decree, calling their believers from all over to the Firmrock Stronghold to resist the army of the undead.
If this situation continued, the undead army, which didn't have any real power, would really be piled up here as time passed.
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Elven Forest.
This place didn't receive the decree of the Moon God, so the war of the northern countries had no effect on them. As for the war between the humans and the undead, the Tia Elves didn't even notice.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I don't understand you."
Caleb knelt on one knee, his expression full of confusion. He said, "You mean, we still have to contact the Black Dragon, and establish a friendly relationship with Blackwing's Nest?
However, no matter which angle you look at it from, Blackwing's Nest is a thoroughly evil force. The Black Dragon has massacred our clansmen. It is our enemy through and through. It deserves to die and go to hell. "
"Perhaps he does deserve to die."
Casia's back was facing him, so Caleb could only hear his voice, but he couldn't see the expression on King Windwhisper's face. "However, in Airadia, many living evil creatures deserve to die, but many dead creatures deserve to live.
Caleb, even if the Black Dragon dies, can he return his life to our people?
Can they awaken again? "
"If he can't, then let's not be full of resentment and curse the Black Dragon to go to hell. Even the extremely intelligent Moon Goddess can't set the final destination for all things."
At this time, Casia turned her head, the smile on her face as usual, but the black gold crown on her head was shining brightly, making Caleb's eyes hurt. "In fact, the Black Dragon isn't purely evil. Although the Dragon King kidnapped and imprisoned me, he also treated me kindly from the bottom of his heart.
I know this very well, Caleb. "
Caleb bit his lips. He vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the Queen's words, but he couldn't find any fault with it. He could only change the topic. "The elders won't agree to contact the evil dragon, Your Majesty."
"Yes, the elders won't agree. Their stubbornness will lead the Elven Forest to destruction," Casia said.
She had already blamed all the suffering and bloodshed caused by the Black Dragons' attack on the Elven Forest on the elders. "The sighs of my dead clansmen constantly remind me of this."
"Your Majesty, you want to …?"
"The Elven Forest shouldn't be like this. I want to lead my people to open a new path and live a peaceful and safe life. This is a reform, and it will hurt the power of the few who are conservative."
Casia bent down and helped the Elven ambassador up, smiling at him. "Caleb, are you willing to help me?"
This smile made him feel dazzled, and he didn't know what to do. Caleb's face immediately turned red, and he nodded heavily. "I'm willing to die for you, Your Majesty."
After that, Caleb couldn't remember what Queen Yufeng said or told him. His mind was filled with the radiance of the Queen's face. Her voice was pleasant and varied, making him feel like he was dreaming.
The Queen's supporters were determined to carry out her orders meticulously.
After the Elven guards left and there was no one around, Casia bent her knees and sat down, facing the quiet Elven Lake alone. She took off the black gold crown on her head, stared at it for a while, and then held it in her arms in a daze.