The most annoying thing in the world was to think that you were a chess player, only to realize that you were a chess piece that had been kicked out of the game. Caesar and Quelquizzad were the same. Neither of them were the main characters of this game — Tiamat was.
As long as they did not descend personally, the gods would always be invincible in the Main Material Plane. However, this did not mean that they did not suffer any losses. Fighting through the descent of the apostles was not as powerful as fighting in the God's Kingdom, and the consumption was also many times greater. Under this premise, Quelquizzad became the final target of the dragon queen.
It was true that the Variant Dragon Caesar Targaryen could become a great enemy in the future, but even if she went to great lengths to kill him now, Tiamat would not be able to gain anything other than venting her anger and spreading her name.
Tiamat, who had lived for countless years, did not need any more brilliant battle results to increase her reputation. Compared to benefits, reputation was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the dragon queen. What she wanted was the divinity and authority of the God of War. If she could take over Quelquizzad's Kingdom when he was weak, the power of the Evil Dragon Mother would rise to another level.
In fact, long before this, Tiamat had already found the location of the God of War's Kingdom. Countless powerful ancestral dragons were ready to attack. Now, the war between the gods had begun, and Malar wanted to join in to get a share of the action.
Caesar did not know about the magnificent story that happened in the Astral Plane. He was still in the Main Material Plane. In this short and hasty battle command, the Pentashade dragons seemed to have received the news and retreated. After losing the support of Alex and the Evil Dragon Mother, the scattered dragons could not fight against the large number of Blackwing family members. Retreating was the best choice now.
On the other hand, due to time constraints, the Hound Demon Nero didn't manage to complete its mission. It only managed to hunt three Legendary skulls because the Kholor Army was defeated by the combined attack of the undead and the elves.
The chaos in the north disappeared without a trace in just a short day. The war had come to an end.
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"Interesting …"
The ruler of the Empire on which the sun never sets, Emperor Enryhill, was sitting on a plain chair with a large wine glass in his hand. After taking a sip of sake, he placed the latest intelligence report on the continent on the table and sighed.
Although the Pentashade dragons and Kholor did not want to make it public, the Empire on which the sun never sets still knew everything that happened in the north as they had the strongest intelligence system on the continent.
Although the birth of the otherworldling empire was novel enough, and the story of the evil dragon ruler was full of twists and turns, in front of a behemoth like the empire where the sun never sets, a mutated dragon occupying a remote place was not qualified to enter its sight.
But now, the situation was completely different. The mutated dragon had once fought with the apostle of the three gods. Regardless of whether it won or not, it had retreated in the end.
What did the three gods mean?
The Mother of Evil Dragons, Tiamat. After the Nine-Faced Dragon God Io had disappeared, Tiamat and the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut had become the Supreme Dragon Gods. Her name was spread throughout every world. It could be said that she was an existence that everyone knew and worshipped. Even though Tiamat was not a powerful existence in the main material world of Eladia, every time her name appeared, it was like a calamity that would cause great panic.
The God of War, Quelquzad, was different from Tiamat. In Airadia, where humans held a strong position, Quelquzad's deities could be found in almost every country. The footsteps of his believers could reach every corner. He was the main god of greater divine power and was known to every household.
The God of the Hunt, Malar, was weaker in comparison. He did not have much say in Airadia, but there was no doubt that he was still a true god.
The fact that the three gods could not take down a creature of the main material plane was like a great mockery to the name of the gods. At the same time, it was also a big news that was enough to attract attention and interest.
While the major forces had only received a little news and did not know anything about the matter, Emperor Enrithir had already received all the information, including the origin of the mutated dragon and the three gods, the early preparations of the Pentashade Dragons and Khol, and even the response of the north to the attack of the Elven Forest.
Before this, even the trading city-states in the central region did not have detailed information about the mutated dragon Tangerine. Now, its name had spread directly to the far south. Through the beginning and end of this incident, the Emperor of Evil Dragons, who was only famous in the northern region, became famous all over the world.
Emperor Enrithir put down the internal information of the empire and picked up a civilian newspaper. There was such a thing in the Empire on which the sun never sets, but it was only circulated among the citizens and nobles.
There was also information about the Black Dragon Tangerine in the newspaper, but the information was vague and groundless. There was a line of bold text on the cover, and the headline looked a little sensational: The era of dragon rule is coming again.
Below the headline was a portrait of the Blackwing King Tangerine. Its face was covered by a helmet, and its fangs were protruding out of its mouth. The whole picture looked very fierce. Its eyes were slightly squinted, and its expression was wild and arrogant, as if it was looking down at the people in the portrait with contempt. The most eye-catching part was its chin, which looked like a piece of red-hot iron.
The portrait was very vivid. It was obviously the work of a famous artist, but Enrithir did not like it. He did not like the title either.
He casually threw the newspaper away, and a hand in the shadow picked it up for him. Enrithir withdrew his gaze and continued to sip his wine. Gradually, a fake smile appeared on his face. "Mutated dragon …"
The army of the Empire on which the sun never sets had once entered the deep sea and set foot in the abyss and hell. Now, the country was even more powerful than before. It was not that the country did not have the ability to conquer the central and the north. If the ruler wanted to, the sun never sets could even attempt to unify the continent.
But Enrithir did not intend to do so. The territory of the Empire on which the sun never sets was already vast enough. Expanding the territory would only create a numb and decaying country, which would collapse sooner or later. Therefore, he could tolerate the rise of the trading city-states and the establishment of the Swamp Kingdom. In his view, these were all human beings (in Airadia, dwarves were regarded as a subspecies of human). Only with a fluid and competitive system could the country's vitality be endless.
The only exception was the Deep Sea Kingdom, which repeatedly courted death, could still exist because it was the training ground of the Empire on which the sun never sets. Every ten years, the Empire on which the sun never sets would send troops to the Deep Sea Kingdom. They would destroy the Deep Sea Kingdom without destroying it, and then return. This country needed war to maintain the strength of its army.
However, the North was different. It was too far away, and it would be difficult for the influence of the Empire where the sun never sets to reach that place. Most importantly, it was a country ruled by an evil dragon. The last country ruled by a dragon would have to be searched for in the history of the first era.
A threat, Enrithir thought.
In Airadia, dragons and humans were destined to be enemies. As the king of the continent, the sun never sets would allow another country to try to challenge its supremacy, not to mention that it was an empire of otherworldlings. Not even the slightest sign of it, not even a little bit.