Chapter 605 Red Dragon on Black Background and Fire Dragon on White
Background The green light of the evil moon once again enveloped the mortal world, the penetrating light reflected on the earth, and the tide of dusk feared by countless people came once again.
The gates of every village were closed, and the militiamen picked up spears and bows, waiting for the inevitable attack by evil creatures.
It was a night of disaster for the orderly race, but it was a carnival for the evil race.
The swamp that was evaporated and cracked by the dragon's flames turned into an empty area, and it was difficult to find even an ant within the area.
Imrik, who was on the back of the lizard, was holding two copper rods and sitting on a special gold rune chair, preparing to play the drum at the best time.
Chakas stood silently beside the golden rune chair, looking at any possible crisis location.
Imrik, who was waiting for the fighter plane, suddenly asked,
"Chakas, what do you think of these young races?"
The temple guards looked around at the dark army below. They were weak, lacked a correct understanding of the world, and stubbornly believed that their own race was the center. .
Countless shortcomings can be found in these young races, the fall into the arms of the enemy, the desire to show off wildly.
But only this time, the lizard warriors seemed to find a glimmer of merit in them,
"They have no fear, and there is still a glimmer of hope."
Imrik laughed, "Courage is the only thing that exists in this dark world. Hope, use the sword to stab, use the knife to cut, and use the soul to sacrifice, this is what a warrior should do." Fine
red lines appear from the bottom of the bronze hammer, showing a three-strand spiral climbing up to the top, which is based on the shape of a lizard. The shaped drum hammer is a bit too huge, weighing hundreds of kilograms.
But only a metal drum hammer of this weight can awaken the power.
A half-human-length metal hammer hits a bronze drum with a radius of two meters. The hollow structure makes the sound extremely dull and penetrating.
"Boom!"
Imrik nodded in appreciation as he tried to hit the war drum. This traditional echo could be heard clearly even from several miles away. In conjunction with the dragon thunder device that was about to be activated, it not only served as a It is a strategic offensive weapon and can also serve as a powerful response to stabilize military morale.
He looked up and looked at the evil moon's green light covering the earth. There seemed to be a few figures hiding in the thin clouds. The unique clicking sound of the undead skeletons in action floated into his ears from a distance.
The overwhelming undead army staggers forward under the command of its master, without consciousness or awareness. The only purpose of existing in this world is to send the living to the cemetery and become members of the Silent Kingdom.
As the backbone of the army, the Tomb Guards walked on the dry ground carrying shields, accompanied by slow-moving corpse trucks.
Twisted alien creatures exist in every corner of the vampire army. The giant bear that has been dead for a long time, the snow leopard known as the spiritual beast, the skeletal giant with only half of its face... As
long as the living life, after death, it is difficult to escape from being restrained. fate.
The Corpse King held high the red dragon Carstein flag with a broken edge on a black background, and led the most trusted legion of the Undead Count on foot. His armor was somewhat dilapidated, but it was obviously different from the plate and chain armor worn by the desolate guards.
Imrik, who was originally sullen, became even more gloomy. The corpse king was wearing dragon armor. From the remaining details, it could be judged that he was a high-ranking noble.
He thought of some rumors about several of his ancestors who went to the Bone Burial Ground with the dying dragon.
The emotional elf chooses to run into the embrace of silence with the dragon that will accompany him throughout his life. Since life has an end, why should he live with regrets.
Maybe if Minas Nir was about to go to the Silent Kingdom, Imrik would have similar thoughts, and he would be able to understand the anger more.
Regardless of any worries, he concentrated all his strength on his eyes, looked around at the undead army under the red dragon flag on a black background, and finally closed them again.
The six ancestors who were supposed to be waiting in the burial ground to be forgotten by time, death did not take away the friendship between them and the dragon, that glory is still engraved in the soul of every blood descendant.
The undead's actions are already disregarding the glory of Caledor and trampling on the ancient kingdom that has been ruled by his family for thousands of years.
The drumming sounded again. Compared with the warning just now, the rapid response of three consecutive sounds proved the conductor's state of mind.
He wanted to let all the undead know the consequences of daring to anger him in this way.
The Patriot Army in the center began to march forward in an orderly manner. The huge dinosaur lizard in front gave them an innumerable sense of security. The experience of the Snake and Rat Holy War told the veterans that this ancient creature with strange light flowing on its scales was enough. The power to dominate the battlefield. The flaming eagle and the black red dragon started a distance confrontation, approaching step by step, and suddenly stopped when they were a thousand meters away from each other.
The Elf Corpse King holding the red dragon flag on a black background shook the thing in his hand, and the endless waves of undead unified and stopped under this command. Vampires take into account the dual characteristics of undead, and fanaticism and silence can perfectly combine at a certain moment.
Under the control of his master, the Corpse King walked forward alone for a hundred meters. Under the gaze of everyone, he planted the Kastein flag on the parched earth and let it sway in the wind.
A showdown of champions that no one expected, unless it was commanded by the Blood Dragon Family, no one expected this to happen to a vampire.
Masnuo, who was on standby with the dragon, secretly thought that it was not good. This was a naked provocation, and he chose the sensitive area that the prince cared about most - the dragon prince and the dragon.
With the prince's temper, it is impossible to refuse any challenge once he goes to the battlefield. This is an extremely obvious trap.
Contacting Imrik through the faith channel, he immediately said, "I will conduct this championship duel." "
No, you do not have the power to execute a dragon prince. He was resurrected by a vampire. It is me, the dragon tamer, who It is the responsibility of the descendants!"
Masnow covered his forehead, knowing that Imrik's pride was beginning to cause trouble, but this was also what convinced the dragon princes that they would never let anyone trample on Caledor's glory.
If you don't care about the cornerstone of your rule, how can you be a qualified leader?
"Bring my flag!"
The champion warrior nodded to the subordinate not far away, asking him to send the fire dragon flag to the front line immediately, thinking about what would happen next, what if the prince was in danger? response.
The white background fire dragon flag was held high in the air. This flag, which carried the thousand-year glory of the dragon tamer family, was sent to the body of the dinosaur lizard under everyone's eyes.
Imric put down the bronze hammer, walked to the edge of the deck and jumped down. He took the object of glory from the retinue who was squatting on the ground holding a flag in both hands, and walked towards the Corpse King on foot.
The closer the fire dragon flag came, the more intense the soul fire in the eyes of the Corpse Demon King became. Several Corpse Demon Kings who were originally in the undead army formation also walked toward the duel.
Some Kislev veterans who thought it was the undead preparing for a sneak attack wanted to immediately step forward to support them regardless of the order, but were stopped by Davian in the blink of an eye.
He stared coldly at the undead walking towards the fire dragon flag, and shouted at the human soldiers trying to support him,
"Stop! This is a battle that belongs to Caledor!"
The six zombie kings stood together under the red dragon flag on a black background. The dragon armor had become mottled and decayed after years of baptism, and the originally handsome face was only left with cracked bones.
The Dragonlance, a symbol of glory, may have long been forgotten, but they still remember that flag.
The leader of the undead elf seemed to have regained some consciousness, or perhaps the person being manipulated deliberately let go of some thoughts.
He opened his mouth, which had lost most of his teeth, and said in Imrik's extremely familiar accent,
"His Royal Highness's blood..."
The rotten body trembled slightly, and his knees were bent in a clear arc, as if he wanted to kneel down on one knee and bow to him. That flag offered loyalty again.
But still unable to resist the will of the crowd.
Imric's vision drifted from the corpse king in front of him to the rear of the undead army shrouded in the light of the evil moon, as if he could see a bald vampire mocking and laughing at this sad scene.
He raised the dragon horn from his waist and sent a dragon cry that had not been heard for thousands of years as an elegy to the dead elves.
This time the echo was no longer a low roar, but a kind of sadness and murmur.
The elegy ended, the fire dragon flag stood on the ground, and Imrik looked up at the sky, speaking his most sincere thoughts to these compatriots who had been dead for a long time.
"If the ancestors find out, I pray that you can let our confused compatriots rest in peace."
(End of this chapter)