However, Caesar himself did not care about such a situation.
He completely ignored the gazes of these fellows. Most of the true dragons that appeared on the battlefield were "soldiers" recruited by Bahamut and Tiamat. Among the dragons, those who could be so obedient were rather devout believers, even if they were not fanatics.
These believers were not the kind of people that Caesar wanted to deal with. Previously, just instigating the elven queen, Casia, was enough trouble, and the effect was not as perfect as he had imagined. Even if he wanted to establish the Dragonmaw clan for his own kingdom in the future, his target would not be the believers of the two dragon gods.
Regardless, the addition of Caesar Tangerine had boosted the morale of the metal dragons. They knew why he had come, and after receiving the signal from their leader, the metal dragons rose into the sky, roaring and urging their kin to attack.
Caesar gazed at the vast battlefield that had lasted for nearly four years. At the end of his vision, the rolling hills had disappeared without a trace, replaced by black ground. Both the colorful dragons and the metal dragons had shed blood in this war — of course, the main blood was their kin. Countless orcs, ogres, elves, and half-dragons were fighting on the ground.
He looked past the ugly and dirty barracks of the ogres, circling around the rotten and twisted nest of the colorful dragons in an attempt to search for the blue dragon Alex. According to the number of simple tents, multiplied by a factor, there were only about fifty thousand evil dragon minions in this place. The number of metal dragon minions that were fighting against them was estimated to be more than a hundred thousand. Their numbers were double that of the enemy's.
In addition, Caesar also saw a large number of human soldiers, as well as fellows who emitted various divine radiances. It seemed that the protracted war between the two dragon gods had attracted the attention of other just gods who liked to meddle in other people's business, and had sent priests and paladins to participate in it.
This was indeed the case. The anxious war and the flying shadows of the dragons had become events that could be recorded in the annals of the Airadia Era in the past three years. This was the largest and most widespread war in the north so far.
Although the metal dragons had done an impeccable job of gathering the forces of justice and commanding them, the dragon queen still had a backup plan. This time, not only did the color dragons have Alex, but also a large number of "evil dragon descendants" — magical experimental weapons — had poured in. In Caesar's eyes, he also saw the light of tyranny, plunder, murder, and so on. The evil gods had also joined the war, exerting influence here.
So although they had an obvious advantage in terms of numbers, the metal dragons were still at a disadvantage.
Compared to Alex, the first color dragon that Caesar noticed was Cadoze. The Red Dragon's dragon power was stronger than the other color dragons, so it was easy for Caesar to sense it. Of course, Cadoze noticed the gaze of the Black Dragon Lord. At this time, he could not show his cowardice in public, so Cadoze fiercely and proudly stared back, but it seemed that he was not confident enough …
Caesar rose into the sky and hovered above the clouds overlooking the battlefield. He did not want to fall down just yet. Alex did not enter the battlefield as quickly as he expected. The Black Dragon needed some time to observe the situation and judge the situation.
Below, the battlefield of the good dragon and the evil dragon stretched across the entire hilly area, but the boundary between the two sides was clear. The hills on the good dragon's side were normal, and there was even a trend of evolution like a forest, but most of the evil dragon's side had become a bumpy swamp, dry land, and desert, and there was a mixture of stench mixed with various smells.
Maintaining a flying altitude, Caesar slowly entered the battlefield and began to approach the evil dragon's habitat.
Other than the Draconians, the evil dragon's family structure was similar to Caesar's to a certain extent. Most of the main forces were the green-skinned orcs and gnolls, but their level of elite could not be compared to the Blackwing clan. This group of people held crude metal and stone weapons, and wore the same crude leather and plate armor, shouting and attacking the righteous army.
In addition, there was a small group of clans that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. They came from the Underdark.
From Caesar's point of view, other than the top combat strength of the true dragons, these fellows acted as if they were just doing their job. As a long-lived species, the true dragons did not feel anything, but after such a long war, their family had been penetrated by numbness. Instead of saying that the daily attacks and killings were military operations, it was better to say that it had become a habit.
On the other hand, the righteous army's response plan was also quite simple. When the evil dragons came close to a certain range, spells and arrows would rain down on them, and when they suffered a certain number of casualties, they would be forced to slow down.
Finally, Caesar saw his target. From the largest and most ornately decorated tent, a tall and beautiful woman with long black hair and blue eyes walked out. She stood on the head of another blue dragon's descendant. From this woman, Caesar could see the light of magic, and the aura of a dragon that made him wary.
The commander-in-chief who walked out of the tent seemed to be very dissatisfied with the subordinates below. She raised one hand, and energy gathered in her hand and flashed, turning the fleeing gnolls into dry corpses. Then, she raised a thunderbolt and pierced through the battlefield, tearing apart the magic barrier of the righteous army and completely destroying this simple line of defense.
Under normal circumstances, Alex would not care about these ridiculous reptiles at all. She would only appear when a certain area had suffered a considerable blow. But today was different. The ancestral blue dragon suddenly wanted to show her authority, so the nearest deserters and enemies became her targets. After using a spell to drain the life of the enemy and breaking the enemy's line of defense, Alex looked with satisfaction at the fearful and awe-inspiring gazes around her. The obedience of the evil dragons to her orders had increased by a few percentage points.
At this moment, Alex suddenly sensed something. She narrowed her frightening blue eyes and looked towards the sky.
At the same time, a long and powerful dragon's roar reverberated in the clouds. Although all the creatures on the battlefield were enchanted with the magic to resist the aura of the dragon, almost all of them could not help but stagnate when the aura of the dragon poured down like a landslide. Even some adult dragons could not help but shrink their necks.
Then, a huge figure broke through the clouds and dove down with a burning flame. "Crown." Caesar's powerful command swept across the battlefield below.
With the supplement of his psionic power, Caesar's control of the command had greatly improved. He could now control the range and the strength of the "Crown". This time, of course, it was the "Crown" at its maximum power. The pressure was like a mountain rolling down.