Angramo was caught in a tough battle.
Even though she had already lost, the leader of the undead army did not retreat. The roars of the Skeletal Dragon were just as deep and heavy as before. Even though there were fewer subordinates and more enemies around her, her attacks were still as fierce and powerful as ever.
In this short hour, Angramo had spat out countless blue breaths to burn the battlefield, burning the souls and lives of the soldiers to nothing. The flames of thirst for blood burned fiercely in her heart, and she swore to crush the resistance of this fortress and tear it apart.
Victory or death, Angramo did not leave a third choice for herself.
That was why she was still fighting and did not retreat as soon as she felt threatened like she usually did. The other high undead were the same.
"Shatter!"
Angramo roared, tangling with the griffin and hippogryph knights in the air and colliding with the heavily-armored soldiers that swarmed up. However, in the end, she was still blocked by swords, axes, and hammers. She was then overturned by the flames of the Holy Light and rolled down. The soulfire in her body was further weakened and dimmed.
The Black Knight Negendro had already died in battle. Soon, it would be her turn.
However, at this moment, there seemed to be spiritual fluctuations transmitted from afar. The griffin and hippogryph screeched incessantly, and there were also sounds of chaos in the human army, as if something terrifying was approaching quickly.
The fluctuations of fear were like the tide, and there was life coming from the distant horizon. Soon, the glaring crimson flames became the only thing in the dark.
It seemed to have locked on to its target and began to slowly descend, approaching the Firmrock Fortress. The red comet tail followed like a shadow, attracting the attention of countless people.
As it got closer, people could gradually see its full appearance with the help of the flames. It was a Black Dragon. Although it did not look like a traditional Black Dragon, the pitch-black scales on its body were still enough for people to define it.
They could only rely on its scales to identify it. That was because its muscular body, its gigantic head that seemed to be forged from steel, and its entire body was covered in ferocious barbs. All of these made it stand out from the masses. It didn't look like a black dragon, but people could recognize it at first glance.
— "King of Dragons."
The soldier raised his head and gasped in amazement. Such a posture and aura was definitely not something that the two young Black Dragons that had appeared on the battlefield could compare to. This was the greatest evil in the entire Northlands, the master of Blackwing's Nest, the Black Dragon Caesar Tangerine.
"It's here too."
Grand Duke Lionheart gripped his heavy sword tightly. As the protector and ruler of the former Rhine Kingdom and the current South Rhine Kingdom, he had long heard of the greatest evil force in the Northern Lands. He had also collected information about the Dragon King through various channels.
Leon's face, which had gradually relaxed because of the imminent victory, was once again as tense as iron. His forehead was covered in sweat. The other side was so aggressive that he couldn't think of any other target besides Firmrock Stronghold.
"Alert!
Mage (cast) Fearless Radiance! "
Suddenly, Baelish Ryan turned around and roared, but he immediately turned back, took a deep breath, and faced the person with the most serious and vigilant attitude he had ever shown in his life.
There was no doubt that they were in trouble.
The rapidly approaching Black Dragon made many people subconsciously close their eyes and tilt their heads. In the next second, it arrived and crashed into the wall without slowing down.
"Boom —"
With a thunderous roar, Lionheart felt a violent shaking under his feet. The world became quiet, and there was only a continuous whisper in his ears.
An explosive wave of air rushed out from under the Black Dragon's body.
Those were the fragments of the city wall that had been sent flying by the intense collision. At first glance, it looked like a mass of scattered black flowers, but its lethality was extremely shocking. Although they had dodged in advance, many soldiers were still injured by the splashes of the explosion.
The Black Dragon crashed into Firmrock Stronghold, its forelimbs supporting the wide and thick wall, and its hind legs stepping on the sharp Dragon Repellent Spikes. These defensive spikes made of steel did not have any effect on Caesar. Instead, they twisted, broke, and flew away under his feet.
Caesar crawled forward two steps, raised his head and looked down at these soldiers. Then, a scorching dragon's breath gushed out from his throat, turning the surroundings into a terrifyingly high temperature.
"Idiot."
Even if it was on all fours, the Dragon King, who was still as imposing as a mountain, spoke in human language. He turned his head and said to the wounded Skeletal Dragon, "Go back."
The so-called imposing as a mountain meant that even if it stood there motionless and did not attack, it still made people feel that it was irresistible, as if it was an unshakable mountain.
"Father!" Angramo let out a struggling growl. It was unwilling to give up and wanted to continue fighting.
"I said, go back, Tangerine."
Caesar talked to it as if there was no one around, and his words were indisputable.
Since the Skeletal Dragon named itself "Yogg Angramo Tangerine", it had been eight years. This was the first time Caesar called her "Tangerine", and it was considered as acknowledging the identity of the Skeletal Dragon.
She had won Caesar's approval with her actions.
Blakesia once said that Caesar had tarnished the name of Tangerine, but from this moment on, every minute and every second in the future, Tangerine would be proud of Caesar Ortoronzo.
Hearing this, Angramo lowered her head and whispered, "Yes."
As a member of the Blackwing clan, the Black Dragon's orders could not be disobeyed. However, Angramo had a heart that was far more sensitive than other high undead. From Caesar's words, she could hear that there was a completely different change compared to the past.
The Skeletal Dragon spread her wings and could barely fly. She staggered away and left the battlefield.
No one cared about her. People's attention and vigilance were focused on the sudden appearance of the Dragon King. The undead army had not been able to break through the Rock Fortress for half a month, which was enough to let people have a clear understanding of her strength. But this one was different.
Compared to the undead, the Black Dragon Caesar was much, much stronger. It was the source of all the horror stories in the north. Its strength could be seen from its surging dragon power.
Even with the "Fearless Brilliance" buff, the soldiers could still feel the heavy pressure. For such a powerful ancient dragon, even if it was an enemy, people had to give it the greatest degree of respect and vigilance.
"Master of the Blackwing's Nest, the legendary Dragon King."
Surrounded by guards, Grand Duke Lionheart was the first to speak. He held his heavy sword in front of him and held the top of the hilt with both hands. He raised his head and asked, "Why have you come?"
Although many smart people had analyzed enough information from the short conversation between the Black Dragon and the Skeletal Dragon, Grand Duke Lionheart had also guessed that the Dragon King might be the mastermind behind the undead army's attack on the northern countries, but due to the exuberant curiosity of human beings, he still wanted to ask about the origin of the attack on the northern countries.
In fact, as early as the invasion of the undead army, people had already asked, but Angramo would not give them an answer. Perhaps the Black Dragon could communicate.
Was it for money, or something else?
They could talk about it.
Humans were famous for their changeable camps. As long as the conditions were acceptable, they could cooperate and negotiate with any creature, including the evil five-colored dragons.
"Don't be nervous, human."
Caesar noticed that the person who asked the question was covered in magic equipment and guessed that it might be a nobleman. He grinned, showing his steel-like fangs, and said, "I mean no harm."
Seeing the puzzled faces of the soldiers, the Black Dragon added with sincerity, "I just want to rule this place … The northern countries, I want them all."
And so the war broke out again.