Amid the singing of the winter wind, ice flowers danced tirelessly in the air, and the pleasant emerald green of the Alazea Plain quickly faded away, replaced by the snow-covered northern scenery. The snow accumulated more and more, absorbing the sound and sunlight, making the world both quiet and cold, but the flames of war underneath were still burning fiercely, as if to swallow everything up.
With the supply cut off, the alliance army had to retreat nearly 500 kilometers in one breath, and morale also fell into a downturn—the soldiers lost their target and could only hide in the castle. And at this moment, the new prophecy of the goddess Luvis came again.
The listener received a clear warning in the dream, and that night he relied on the transfer phalanx to arrive at the station of the alliance's main force. At this moment, in the general's tent, the sage Kadar is having a conversation with the other party alone.
"So, is this the goal of the undead, Lord Loren?" Kadar showed a slightly confused expression.
"Maybe, that's all I can answer. After all, we don't know anything about the undead except for combat." The listener replied with a wry smile, "I'm just a mortal, and I can't see the true meaning of the prophecy. You should be very clear, Goddess Luvis has always just told us what to do, not why we should do it, and it's useless to delve into it."
"You're right." The sage was lost in thought, his eyes wandering around the table.
On the continental map in front of him, the listener has clearly marked the direction of the undead—due west. The route drawn in eye-catching red is narrow and winding, like a thick python. The winding snake body is entrenched on Alazea and Storgard, while the snake head is hidden in the vast western hills .
"Originally, the Hall of the King of Law assumed that the undead invaded the alliance for expansion, and all strategic policies were based on this assumption," Kadar sighed, "but judging from the content of the prophecy, don't they just want to cross the territory of the alliance, not To occupy?"
"You have to ask the goddess of the undead to know?" Loren smiled. "In my opinion, they seem to be opening up a path to a certain place."
"So, now that we know the other party's purpose, what should we do?"
"Do you still need to ask? Quickly establish a defensive zone to prevent the army of undead from further penetrating into the hinterland of the mainland." The listener gave clear instructions.
"If we continue to fight, the casualties of our army will continue to increase, and the alliance will fall into the quagmire of a long-term war. Those undead who do not realize the dangers of war will not stop attacking at all, you should know this." Kadar turned his gaze to Elders around.
"There is no way to do that. Are you planning to negotiate with the undead and ask them to change their route?" Loren's tone gradually mixed with a sense of majesty and oppression, "Also, even if they don't aim at expansion, the other party's gods are already there. I have challenged the authority of Luvis. There cannot be two gods in one world. This is the eternal truth. As believers of Luvis, sooner or later we will have to face the power of other believers, so we might as well say that the other party is not yet full-fledged. Fighting under the circumstances, the odds of winning are even greater.”
"Listener, please allow me to ask a question," Kadar thought for a moment, choosing words carefully, "Is this just Pope Julian's interpretation of this prophecy?"
The listener stared at the other party for a while, and then replied seriously: "This is the meaning of the goddess Luvis herself. In addition to the prophecy, the goddess also clearly pointed out that we, as believers, are required to stop the undead and destroy them."
"I understand." Kadar bowed slightly.
"If there is nothing else, I should go back. The internal affairs of the Holy See have suddenly increased."
"Wait, Lord Loren, what should the people in the occupied area do? Is that the case?"
"According to the report, the undead didn't commit massacres, did they?" Loren paused, but his gaze involuntarily slid aside, "So don't worry about that aspect at the moment, we must focus on the strategic goal." In the first place. After the death knights are completely defeated, the occupied areas will naturally be restored."
"To put it bluntly, is the Hall of the King of Law planning to abandon them?" The sage stared at the other party questioningly, "They are also Lu Weisi's believers, why can't they get shelter at a critical moment?"
"God is not omnipotent, right? Some things are due to helplessness," the listener's voice slowed down, "Julian once said that God and man need each other. Human beings gain prosperity and strength because of God, and God I think it makes sense to say that human beings can influence the world."
"Is that so..." Kadar muttered to himself.
"When we fight for Luvis, we fight for ourselves. That is not a fanatical belief, but because the interests of God are our interests. I believe that Luvis will never abandon her believers, so we just need to follow Just do it according to God's will." Loren patted the young man's shoulder lightly, showing a kind expression.
"Do your part, Kadar."
"Yes, my lord." Kadar bowed deeply.
Under the guidance of the prophecy, the generals of the alliance quickly formulated a new strategic plan, and 400,000 troops were stationed in five cities including Dalanla, the capital of Alazea. The alliance with the advantage of internal combat can quickly mobilize troops to support when the undead attack any city. The geographical location of the city can facilitate the attack and retreat of troops.
The defense line formed by the five cities is like a huge guillotine, cutting off the giant snake of the undead without leaving a single flaw.
"Those dwarves are really in good spirits..." Looking at the scene above, Roland couldn't help frowning, and subconsciously reached for the longbow on the saddle.
Although the heavy snow kept falling, the storm griffins did not stop their usual harassing battles. As the Alliance army retreated, the mages left behind a number of magical hallucinatory traps in which the undead were often left behind, and those left alone would then fall prey to the storm griffins. Since the speed of the skeleton warriors could not coordinate with the undead, Richard had to place them in a cart and be dragged forward by the ghouls. As a result, ghouls with limited mobility bear the brunt of the ax-throwing target.
"Let the gargoyles deal with them," Richard suggested.
"During the day, the gargoyles don't even have the slightest advantage, and because of these large vehicles, the marching speed has been slowed down again." As usual, Alsace continued to analyze, "Don't you think this Does the march plan make us passive?"
"According to reports from the scouts, they have deployed defenses on our way forward," Richard glanced at the two colleagues beside him, "Two of the five cities have a large stockpile of supplies, and they have internal combat forces." Advantages, can completely defend all remaining areas of Alazea."
"It seems that Luvis has figured out where we are going." Roland was still staring at the sky, and the storm griffin was fighting with the gargoyles at the moment.
"It's only a matter of time before we are discovered, but we can't be stopped for that reason." Lich replied calmly, "Soon the legion will reach the predetermined area, where we will build a new magic tower, and then Take all five cities."
"Okay, Captain, where is the first target?" Alsace turned his gaze to Roland.
"Richard, the thing I asked you for..." The other party didn't answer right away.
"There is already a result," the corner of the Lich's mouth slightly raised, "Relying on the insiders placed in the alliance, it can be confirmed that Wendam is still under house arrest in Dalanla's palace, and there is no tendency to transfer. After all , even from the standpoint of the alliance, no one would be willing to fight for him. Moreover, there is another interesting thing."
"What?"
"Windam has a daughter named Katori, she is exactly ten years old this year." Richard paused deliberately, and observed the other party's expression, "It is completely different from the blonde queen with blue eyes, she has a head of night sky. long hair, and emerald eyes."
"That is to say, there is also ancient blood flowing in her body... a product left over from betrayal?" Roland's tone was immediately mixed with ruthless killing intent.
"Very well, now that the information is clear, let's attack Dalanla." Although the death knight's tone was as flat as ever, the water-colored pupils ignited a cold flame in an instant.
Dusk is approaching, and the orange sunlight dyes the flying snowflakes into the color of dead leaves. The whole Dalanla is like a castle in a fairy tale, filled with a quiet and detailed atmosphere. However, under the beautiful scenery dotted with ice crystals, there is a ruthless chill. The news of the imminent attack of the undead and the bad weather reduced the activities of the citizens to a minimum, and even the soldiers who built the fortifications had to change shifts every hour to return to the barracks to warm their frozen limbs.
Only the crimson magic circle still stands in the city, stretching out its guardian arms towards the gray sky.
The magic power in the air is flowing slowly. With the help of the pre-planned engraving track, the magic words engraved on the tower weave the power of the four elements, forming a cobweb-like dense vein, connecting the magic inside and outside the city. Power is completely isolated. Unless there is a powerful force that can rival the crimson circle, otherwise, no matter what kind of magic can break through this invisible but qualitative barrier.
Thanks to this solid defense, the defenders of Dalanla can focus on the fortification of the city wall, instead of setting up a counterattack force in the city to counter the large-scale transfer of the undead like the other four cities.
However, this kind of defense has a fatal weakness: the mages in the city cannot communicate with the outside of the city through the power of magic. If they want to use the transfer phalanx, the only way is to reach the outside of the city through a secret passage, or take a ruthless car. The Storm Griffon flew out of Crimson's range of effect. If the enemy attacked and controlled these two roads, then Dalanla would lose the way to communicate with the outside world.
For this reason, the sage Kadar made a special rule: every morning at 8 o'clock, a messenger from a neighboring city will arrive at Luzhi Temple one mile outside the city through the transfer phalanx, and will not return until 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Once the messenger's activities are suspended, it means that Dharamla is under siege.
"The scout reported that the mage had left." Richard said to his colleagues, "It's time for us to attack, everyone."
Roland and Alsace nodded silently. The atmosphere before the battle was as quiet as usual, but the burning flames of the souls of the deceased had quietly risen, and with the whimpering sound of the wind and snow, they gradually enveloped everything around them. .
The city of Dalanla under the sunlight has entered the scorching sight of the death knights.
"The Alliance has 65,000 troops stationed in Dalanla, plus the 40,000 Holy Sword Knights stationed here, the total is 105,000 troops. The two neighboring cities have 80,000 troops each. , if they come, we have no chance of winning," the Lich explained, "Tomorrow we will kill the visitors of the Luzhi Temple. In this weather, it will take four days for the nearest reinforcements to arrive here. So, a total of five days to attack."
"In five days, we will capture the fortress city with a 100,000-strong army..." Alsace glanced at Roland, "Are you sure it's all right, Captain?"
"I spent most of my life in this city," Roland replied indifferently, "whether it is the streets of Dalanla or the secret passages in the palace, I know everything, even if there are omissions, Richard De's information has also supplemented everything completely, and there will be no mistakes."
"Are you trying to say 'we must attack this time'?" The corners of the other party's mouth twitched.
"Look there." Roland pointed his finger in the direction of the city gate, and his burning pupils became moist in an instant, "Muradin and Astaros died there. No flinching."
"Ishutoli once said that Jiu Yuan and I were destined to meet each other. If it was them, it would be just a coincidence. But these are not important, they are great fighters, even if everything has been forgotten, but At least one person still remembers them." Roland's voice trembled, "No matter what, I will never forget that without their sacrifices, Roland Strife would not have been able to survive."
So, let me come here as an avenger and end everything... No matter what will happen in the end, I must never turn back now~!
"That's why we must attack?" Alsace's eyes became serious, "Will this be your last battle?"
"Until my revenge is achieved," Roland replied word by word, "Nothing can be called 'the last'."
"Hey, there may be a chance for a duel. But don't worry, I will do my job well this time." The fiery red pupils are now shining fiercely, "I will capture Dalanla , Roland."
"It's about to start, everyone, let's fight with all our strength." Lich nodded towards the two of them.
The mournful long cry of the gargoyle pierced the silence of the city. When the storm griffins took off, they suddenly accelerated their flight speed, flying in an arc-shaped trajectory unscrupulously in front of the dwarves as if they were provocative. But compared to the superficial arrogance, this tactic is more cautious than imagined—every gargoyle is careful not to enter the attack range of the throwing axe, and most of them gather around the dragon group, forming a huge wind. The spire of the magic circle circled continuously in the sky. Those undead white dragons that control the air currents, every time they flap their frozen wings, the cold wind in the north will howl.
The sky above Dalanla has been covered with a thick layer of mist. With the arrival of the death knight, the frozen land on the surface is also rapidly advancing towards the foot of the city wall. Ugly ghouls, huge corpse golems, spider warriors with thorny carapaces and weird shadows of the abyss, the army of undead surrounded them from all directions. The overflowing cold made the soft snow condense into a hard ice layer, and the breath of death dyed everything a shocking black.
The dead poured out from four directions, southeast, northwest, and soon surrounded the entire city. The distance between the undead and humans was so close that the soldiers on the high wall could even see the sharp fangs of the ghouls and the venom dripping from the mouths of the spider warriors.
"In the end, did you still choose Dalanla?" Looking down at the restless scene in front of him, Kadar sighed.
Does revenge make people so desperate? That knight with burning eyes... Could it really be Roland's will
"They have rushed to such a short distance~!" The soldiers were discussing one after another, subconsciously clenched their weapons, "The scouts outside the city... have they all been killed?"
"Humans with flesh and blood can't hide themselves in front of death knights. However, even if they can hide from the eyes of the Griffon patrols and suddenly surround the city, it doesn't mean they can take it down," a paladin said calmly. , "Compared with the 100,000 defenders here, their numbers do not have an advantage, and the alliance's reinforcements will arrive soon."
But before the young knight's voice fell, waves surged up on the black ground under his feet, and the rising and falling rays of light were like ripples on the water surface, continuously expanding towards the surroundings. With the fluctuation of magic as the center, the pale color mixed with dark blood stains is spreading radiantly in all directions.
The puppet sword of the undead army-skeleton warrior.
The relatively sluggish puppets are not suitable for sneaking at night, but two hundred miles away, the new magic gathering tower built by the liches makes up for this shortcoming—the power of large-scale transfer of the phalanx is enough to move 40,000 bones. Sent to the front line of the battlefield.
Along with the skeletons appearing in the position, there are hundreds of machines for siege. The huge scooter with sharp horns stretched out is like a monster with teeth and claws. Faced with this shocking formation, even the thick walls of Dalanla paled in comparison.
The soldiers who witnessed all this tightened their hearts at that moment.
It will be an extremely fierce battle, right? Everyone thinks so.
"Are you planning a desperate attack?" Kadar lowered his voice, "But no matter what the reason is, I won't let you step into the city, Roland..."
"Don't worry, we will definitely be able to resist the undead." A warm voice sounded beside him, and Dilicia said with a smile, and gently held her lover's hand, "Let's fight together."
"Do you want to lecture?" Arthas asked.
"If it's helpful for the siege, of course you have to give a lecture." Roland replied slowly, but then, the thoughtful eyes were drowned by the cold flames in an instant.
The 8,000 knights of the Ice Crown Knights were divided into four brigades, each commanding the surrounding legions. The most elite high-level death knights were arranged to attack the main entrance. At this moment, more than two thousand warriors wearing silver armor and holding halberds are charging towards the human position.
Under the icy body, there is a scorching flame; in the flying snowflakes, there is a compelling obsession. The sea of souls is surging with turbulent waves, pushing the fighting spirit of the death knights to a climax with unstoppable power. Even the dull human beings feel a trace of irresistible force under the oppressive will at this moment. asphyxia.
Roland galloped in front of the neat and silent formation, and the fluttering cloak dragged ink blacker than the night behind him. Among all the fires of the soul, the scorching light overflowing from the water-colored pupils is always the brightest.
"Knights of Ishutoli~!" Roland raised his halberd and shouted, the trembling from the depths of his soul spread to every part of the battlefield.
"When we were alive, we lost the favor of fate, and the world left us. However, everything is different now~! Ishutori has endowed us with great power, and now we ourselves are the sharpest swords on the battlefield~ !Under the guidance of obsession, no one can stop our steps~!"
"As long as we can destroy the city in front of us, Ishutori's power will be closer to reality. For us, whether we are the seekers of power or the martyrs of our dreams, all wishes can be fulfilled~ ! Ishutori's will is our will~!" Roland inspected the soldiers with sharp eyes like swords.
The position was still shrouded in silence, but the waves in the eyes of the death knights became more violently turbulent.
"Very good~! Then, take out all your strength and let the weapon in your hand drink the blood of the enemy~!" His words paused, "This time, as the head of the regiment, I will speak to you for the last time. , so the land is where my wish is, as long as Dalanla is captured~! Can you do it~!?"
The persistent dead raised their halberds high, pointing the tip at the white sky. The cold light of the blade made everything around them look pale and powerless. And the silence like a sculpture of ice was instantly shattered by the death knight's eager cry.
"Victory~!"
"Victory~!"
"Victory~!"
The knights shouted, dazzling sparks bloomed in their eyes, and the sound of the clash of halberds was like the roar of raging waves.
"Come on~! Let the living know the power of the death knight~!" Roland turned his horse's head and swung the weapon in his hand vigorously. Countless snowflakes turned into ethereal debris under that slash.
"Charge~!" Accompanied by the crisp command, the undead army launched a general attack, and the black tide roared towards the city wall of Dalanla.
Relying on the condescending advantage, the human archers took the lead in launching the first wave of offensive. A large dense rain of arrows shattered the wind and snow barrier, and sprinkled on the group of ghouls rushing to the forefront of the formation. The black blood splashed out immediately, and under the sharp and screaming bright lines, the limbless undead lost their strength before they could react, and some were even firmly nailed to the ground by the arrows that pierced their bodies.
But the army's charge did not cause any confusion, and the undead quickly launched a counterattack. Before the humans could string the second arrow, the skeleton archer who entered the predetermined position drew the longbow in his hand. The Demon Gathering Tower, which is two hundred kilometers away, is constantly exuding the atmosphere of magic, and these puppets are absorbing the energy they need from that source.
Relying on a steady stream of powerful power, the arrows shot by the skeletons on the city wall not only did not show any signs of decline, but on the contrary easily pierced through the leather armor worn by the soldiers. But when the human arrows rained down, those skeleton warriors remained unmoved, the sharp arrows could not harm them, even if the powerful crossbow bolts broke their skeletons, the effect was minimal—in the case of the bone controller Under the action of the body, the broken bones will condense again, becoming a fearless and tireless warrior again.
When the alliance troops found that the attack was ineffective, they had to temporarily stop the offensive and replaced the archers with trebuchets. When the third counterattack launched, what projected from the city wall was no longer a bright line of metal reflection, but a huge stone bullet. The large white area was immediately sunken into deep marks one after another. This time, the completely shattered bones could no longer be regenerated. And the Lich had to make the skeletons retreat.
But relying on this short gap, the ghoul army had rushed to the foot of the city wall. Dalanla's tall vertical barrier couldn't stop the impact of the Kuroshio at all, almost in the blink of an eye, the surging undead had already climbed to half the height.
"Smash those undead down~!" The knights defending the city roared loudly, and the soldiers immediately rolled down the long-prepared logs from the city wall, while the sharpshooter on one side quickly added a rocket. The heavy logs rolled along the edge of the wall soon caught fire—their surfaces had been heavily oiled before. Under such an attack, the first few rows of ghouls were immediately smashed to pieces and fell down wailing. And the log wrapped in flames, the moment it fell into the black ocean, immediately stirred up waves made of stumps.
The tide of fear and pain did not retreat, still roaring towards the top of the city wall. And the second wave of heavy object offensive of mankind started immediately. The burning logs roared over the city wall again, but this time, they couldn't stop the impact of the black tide—they were stopped halfway.
The halberd in the hands of the death knight stopped the human counterattack. They formed a small team of five, and intercepted the burning logs thrown from the top of the city, and dragged them away from the route of the army's charge. Completely unaffected by gravity, the nimble figure galloping on the city wall, as well as the incredible power, made everyone who witnessed this scene stop thinking at that moment, until the roar of the ghoul reached their ears.
Soon, the ugly face of the ghoul came into the eyes of the defenders, and the biting cold that was different from winter also invaded.
"Will it be the same as that time..." A paladin muttered to himself as he looked at the scene before him in a daze. On his breastplate, the badge of the holy sword was clearly engraved. The young knight immediately shook his head as if awakened, and then gave a loud order: "The archer team continues to shoot~! The swordsman team and the halberd team, prepare for hand-to-hand combat~! Pay attention to saving energy~!"
When the light disappeared on the horizon, the scuffle at the top of the city finally broke out.
The scene of the Fortress of Flame was repeated, and the undead's offensive continued all night. Angry roars and sharp screams, mixed with the crisp sound of sword collisions, plunged the whole city into panic.
However, even though the momentum swept across the city, this time the war of attrition did not open a way forward for the undead. The number of ghoul legions has been reduced by nearly half after several battles, and the skeleton warriors created with magic power cannot climb the city wall at all. On the contrary, the human defenders numbered as many as one hundred thousand. They were divided into several groups and took turns to fight, and successfully resisted the onslaught of the undead. Until the sun rose the next day, the flag of the Holy See on the head of Dalanla City did not waver in the slightest.
The heavy snowfall had stopped at some point, and as the sky gradually brightened, Dilicia climbed to the commanding heights, silently looking down at the scene in front of her. The continuous attack throughout the night caused many ghouls to be seriously injured and unable to support them. At this moment, they were constantly withdrawing from the battlefield to rest, so the morning offensive was even weaker. The noise and agitation gradually subsided, and many soldiers even started to build new fortifications.
Judging from this situation, it is not a problem to defend Dalanla. The female knight thought so.
Suddenly, a huge fireball roared past Dilicia's head. The pungent smell of the flames, mixed with the roar of the gust of wind, once again stirred up the gradually settled chaos. That dazzling light was like a comet, dragging its long burning tail, plowing an ugly deep scar in the human camp. Before the resting soldiers even felt the pain, the god of death had brought them out of this world. The second and third meteors followed one after another, hitting the key point of the city's supply line with the same precision. Blossoming bright red flame flowers bloomed in front of Dilicia's eyes.
Bloody chariot. Co-operated by ten extremely powerful corpse golems, it is a huge machine with refined iron as the skeleton, which throws huge incendiary bombs. Although it hadn't been manufactured when he attacked the Fortress of Flame, Richard had already decided to use such a thing in the battle against the Fortress City. At this moment, the most powerful siege weapon of the undead finally spoke.
The death knights who were originally cruising on the vertical wall also quickly gathered at the same time and launched a fierce attack on the defenders at the top of the city. The paladins and the elite troops immediately went up to meet them, and the battlefield at dawn was full of killing sounds, and everything boiled again.
Never allowing the wounds of the prey to heal, this is the way of the undead on the battlefield.
"How could the loss be so serious~!?" Looking down at the miserable situation in the camp, Kadar's expression was extremely grim, "How is the situation of the three gates?"
"The undead there have also launched a fierce attack, and there are two giant catapults everywhere." The mage in charge of contact replied, "The loss report has not yet come out, but it seems that the condition of the main entrance is the worst."
"The other attacks are just cover-ups, what they want to attack is the main entrance~!" Dilicia judged, "There are six catapults here, and it can be easily judged that those death knights are the most elite troops. We must destroy these siege engines, or we will only be beaten..."
"However, the Storm Griffin Legion doesn't have much combat power," Kadar replied, looking up, the gargoyles and white dragons were fighting with the elite of the dwarves, the hard stone wings, the gray film, And the brown wings, the intertwined colors become a huge net that covers the sky and the sun. From time to time, there would be blurry figures falling straight from the sky to the ground, causing a large cloud of smoke and dust to rise in the city. "Furthermore, in the face of a large number of skeleton archers, air power used to be useless..."
"Then, I will lead the commando, go out through the guillotine on the side, and get rid of those catapults~!" Dilicia replied firmly.
"Dilicia~!" Kadar's face darkened, "You are too impulsive, it doesn't make any sense to do this~! If you go out through the guillotine gate, you will never be able to return to the city~! We must plan better, practical way."
"Kadar," Dilicia sighed, her tone lowered, "I know you're worried about me, but this is the only feasible way, you know that too? The undead's siege machines are too powerful. If this continues, all the soldiers will die. I'm sorry, but I must fight."
"Wait~! Dilicia..." Kadar suddenly held the opponent's wrist tightly, as if afraid that the opponent would suddenly disappear into the air. The sage looked at his lover anxiously and helplessly, his pale lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.
"Sorry, urgent report~!" The urgent voice made the two of them turn their heads at the same time. Looking at the scene in front of them, the mage who came seemed to understand something. He immediately handed the scribbled paper to the sage. "I think before deciding on the tactics, the two adults should read this first, the loss reports of the other three city gate defenders. To be honest, the situation is very strange."
Compared with the main entrance, the losses of the three defense lines in the south, west and north were much less. Although the huge fireballs of the undead were terrifying, most of them could not hit the target. Only the catapult at the main entrance is extremely accurate... If the machine itself is no different, why can only the troops in the main attack direction see through everything
Kadar frowned, thinking hard. And the next moment, as if suddenly enlightened, he raised his head and stared at the sky that had become a noisy battlefield. The undead were wrestling with the storm griffins, the roar of the white dragon, the chirping of the gargoyles, and the sound of throwing axes piercing the air, everything seemed chaotic and noisy.
However, Kadar discovered something, his eyes showed joy, and he ordered the mage loudly: "Go and find Nord immediately~! I found a way to disintegrate the undead offensive~!"
According to the instructions of the sage, Nord is now leading a small group of storm griffins, carefully avoiding the fierce battles everywhere, and flying towards a higher sky. Their target was right there—the figure slowly hovering high in the sky, completely opposite to the full-scale attack of the undead army. When the dwarves estimated the exact location with their excellent eyesight, the twelve elite griffins immediately arranged their formation skillfully and silently, and swooped towards it.
As the distance rapidly narrowed, the outline of the target gradually became clearer. It was an undead dragon. Compared with those fighting below, his size was a whole circle larger. The breath of death enveloped its surroundings, dyeing the surrounding air a strange purple-black. The strange cold made a trail of frost trail behind the giant dragon, and the eyes that overflowed with ice-blue flames would make all creatures close to him feel fear involuntarily.
But even though the target was so dangerous, it was the crystal ball embedded in the dragon's neck that first caught the dwarves' eyes.
Even Nord, who knows nothing about magic, can easily feel the restlessness of magic power. Whenever the purple flame inside the crystal ball shone, this feeling was particularly obvious, as if some kind of creature had stretched out its tentacles to spy.
That is the crystal ball that has the power to pass through the shield of the crimson circle, can reflect the situation of the entire Dalanla, and transmit the information to the other half.
One of the twin Ziyan stones.
And guarding this treasure is the late White Dragon King of the Northland, Klaferig.