Chapter 328 A King Descends from the Sky, Majestic and Magnificent (One exciting chapter, please vote!)

"The number of undead is increasing! They are densely packed, seemingly endless! My lord, the situation is urgent. Please take a look immediately and give us your next instructions."

The communication stone trembled violently, and the scout's slightly shrill voice, tinged with urgency, rang out from within.

At the same time, the surface of the stone emitted a flickering light.

Buzz—!

Rays of light shot out and intertwined from the communication stone, quickly constructing a clear and dynamic three-dimensional projection in mid-air, transmitting in real time the scene witnessed by the distant scouts, showing every detail.

The first thing to come into view was a vast army of low-level undead.

This includes not only skeleton warriors with unusually thick bones and movements far exceeding their kind, but also hordes of walking corpses covered in rusted armor, with stiff gaits but astonishing defense. Among them are undead that retain humanoid forms, as well as a large number of terrifying forms transformed from ferocious beasts or twisted monsters.

They converged, forming a terrifying, gray, lifeless, and endless wave.

Interspersed among these low-level undead, like a tidal wave, are many terrifying high-level undead units.

There are colossal skeletal beasts, as large as hills, forcibly pieced together from the bones of countless different races, whose every step causes the earth to tremble slightly.

There were death knights, their bodies shrouded in heavy black armor, riding nightmare warhorses whose hooves burned with ghostly blue flames, their eyes gleaming with cold, soul-fire light through the gaps in their helmets. Wherever their hooves passed, they left behind strings of ghostly sparks that would never die out.

There are also wailing banshees, their bodies translucent and their forms elusive like wisps of smoke, floating and drifting in the air, their distorted faces frozen with the purest hatred for all living beings.

…………

Charles observed intently for a moment, then turned and looked at the red iron dragon, who was sitting upright in a high-backed chair and appeared in the form of a black cat.

“My lord, the movement of these low-ranking undead exhibits an unusual level of discipline and coordination, clearly indicating that an extremely powerful will is behind them, coordinating and directing the movement.”

"Otherwise, given the chaotic nature of low-level undead, they could never have behaved like this."

Lord Charles, the Flower Lord, said solemnly, “This is by no means a naturally occurring catastrophe of the undead, but a premeditated and organized military attack.”

Although it was daytime, the sky was overcast, thick fog filled the air, and no sunlight shone directly on the earth.

Even so, normal undead creatures still prefer nighttime when negative energy is abundant.

The appearance of such a large and disciplined mass of undead in broad daylight points to only one conclusion: there must be a mastermind behind it all, precisely manipulating and driving it all.

Ughhhhhh!

Just then, countless banshees wailed in unison from the projection, their tangible sound waves spreading out like ripples. The light and sound projected from the communication stone were violently distorted and vibrated, severely interfered with.

However, what we have seen so far is enough to make a judgment.

Galos's voice was calm and unwavering: "Prepare for battle."

Charles nodded emphatically: "Yes, sir! I will personally lead the team to intercept them!"

He quickly donned a set of light armor with simple lines but engraved with enchanted runes, hung his signature cross-shaped knight's sword at his waist, and turned to muster his troops for battle.

"etc."

Galos gracefully flicked its tail and spoke to stop him.

"I did not observe any obvious command nodes in the undead horde. Necromancers or higher-ranking undead commanders who can gather and command such a large undead army would never easily expose themselves."

He spoke slowly, a calm, analytical light flashing in his cat-like eyes.

The strength of undead creatures has always relied on their endless numerical advantage, but their individual combat power is usually weak.

Commanders like high-level undead or necromancers share similar core tactics—using massive numbers of low-level undead to wear down the enemy while concealing themselves within the army formation, waiting for an opportune moment to strike.

This is both for self-protection and for better overall control.

Charles paused, then looked at Garus again.

Galos continued, "The most troublesome thing about the undead legion is that they can constantly turn the dead on the battlefield into new undead, growing stronger with each battle like a snowball. Right now, the dragon horde and the main Ironclad Legion have not yet arrived in Riverwood. If we were to engage them head-on with the territory's existing defenses, we would probably only become food for their legion, helping them to grow stronger."

Iron Dragon Sorog, Red Dragon Samantha, and other young dragons are marching alongside the Iron Legion as a precaution.

Those monster races and tribes with relatively lax discipline cannot carry out large-scale operations without the restraint and coordination of their leaders at all levels. This includes the high-ranking leaders of their subordinates who had previously gone to the border area to attend the banquet. At this moment, they are leading a large legion trekking through the wilderness.

Because of the short time available, they have not yet reached Riverwood Territory.

Charles frowned slightly and asked, "So what do you mean?"

Galos smiled calmly and said, "It's very simple. I will personally take action and use my own strength to break through this undead army, not giving them the opportunity to grow stronger through war."

It must be admitted that this undead army, which appeared out of nowhere, chose a very delicate moment.

On the one hand, the Riverwood Territory is vulnerable and lacks sufficient defenses.

On the other hand, the Iron King himself is currently stationed in Riverwood Territory and has decided to personally intervene.

Whether this timing was brilliant or unfortunate, the undead ruler hidden behind the scenes will soon experience it firsthand.

"After sleeping for more than ten years, I really need a decent battle to awaken the long-dormant power within this body."

Galos's deep voice echoed in the council chamber.

The previous battles with his relatives, blood relatives, and the dragons were ultimately just minor skirmishes that constrained his power, leaving him unsatisfied. As a result, Garus felt an itch in his claws and longed for a cathartic release.

I hope those bones can stay strong and not fall apart too quickly, so that they can at least increase my resistance to negative energy.

Galos thought to himself.

Negative energy is a force that symbolizes death and nothingness.

It sucks life, destroys souls, extinguishes light, and deprives hope... almost the complete opposite of all life phenomena. It is a powerful energy that exists widely in many planes of existence, and in some planes, it is so concentrated that it forms a death kingdom composed entirely of negative energy.

Galos's plan to pursue the path of eternal death includes many powerful skills that are closely related to the control of negative energy.

"Leave the front lines of the battlefield to me."

"Charles, your mission is to hover on the edge of the battlefield and use your abilities to find the hidden commander."

As soon as he finished speaking, Galos, in his black cat form, began to transform.

Rugged dragon horns began to sprout from its small head, and its soft fur was quickly replaced by dense, cold black scales. Its body expanded at a visible speed, and the high-backed chair beneath it creaked under the weight.

Whoosh!

The enormous shadow, gradually unfolding and revealing its true form, suddenly leaped, nimbly yet swiftly crossing the wide window frame and soaring straight into the gloomy sky shrouded in thick fog.

On the street below, some residents looked up in astonishment, only to see the fog churning and a huge shadow tearing through the sky at an incredible speed, instantly disappearing into the clouds, leaving only a faint pressure and buzzing in the air.

Inside the council chamber.

"Support will arrive immediately. Everyone, stay at your posts and don't panic."

Charles put away the communication stone and calmly took a step forward.

With just this seemingly ordinary little step, he seemed to step from one world into another. The moment his foot landed, the space around him rippled like water, and he disappeared without a trace, as if he had never existed.

at the same time.

Eastern part of Creekwood Territory, Third Outpost.

Thick, grayish-white fog, generated by a sharp rise in negative energy, shrouded the entire world in a deathly silence and haze, like a heavy shroud.

The werewolf guard captain, who had just put down the communication stone atop the watchtower, twitched his perked-up ears impatiently.

He strained to see where the undead army was approaching, his expression tense and his Adam's apple bobbing.

This place is about sixty kilometers from the main city of Riverwood, but the gray-white tide of undead gradually washes over the hills, woodlands and rivers just like real ocean waves.

The stark white bones and rotting bodies were faintly visible in the thick fog.

The continuous rustling sounds of countless joints grinding and dragging forward were like the whispers of death, drawing ever closer.

The enemy is too close, and the territory is too far.

In this situation, what kind of support can arrive in time?

Despite his doubts, the werewolf leader followed the Flower Lord's orders and relayed the command to remain at their posts.

However, with only the limited guards of the third outpost facing the boundless sea of ​​the dead that seemed capable of swallowing everything, once they were submerged, their fate was sealed – certain death.

call--!

The werewolf leader took a deep breath of the cold, damp, decaying air, trying to make the muscles on his face appear stiff and expressionless.

He had made up his mind.

If any of the guards shows any sign of panic or desertion, the undead will personally tear out their hearts with its claws, without the undead even lifting a finger.

The following time felt like being tortured on a chopping board, every second felt like an eternity.

As the tide of death drew ever closer, fear, like a cold vine, quietly entwined itself around the hearts of every guard.

However, this suffocating ordeal lasted for less than a minute.

At this moment, even the kobold guard with the worst mental fortitude in the group was only just beginning to feel uneasy and slightly agitated, far from the point of collapsing and running away.

Just then, a fierce gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept through, briefly dispersing the thick fog that filled the sky and earth.

At that very instant, a colossal dragon shadow, resembling a meteorite tearing through the sky, pierced through the clouds at a terrifying speed several times the speed of sound and appeared abruptly above the outpost.

"A dragon... is the Dragon Lord?!"

"The great Lord of Crimson Wings! The Lord of Crimson Wings has descended!"

The guards were initially stunned, but then their eyes blazed with immense awe and ecstasy!

They never expected that the one who came to their aid would be the great Crimson Wing Lord himself!

As the Ironforge tribe grew stronger, most of its lower-ranking members grew up listening to the epic tales and renown of the Crimson Wing Lord, their hearts filled with boundless longing and loyalty. However, only a very few lucky ones were able to witness the true face of the Dragon Lord.

A king descended from the heavens, majestic and awe-inspiring!

The lingering unease and tension in the hearts of all the guards at the third outpost vanished in an instant! In their place came an indescribable excitement and the honor of witnessing the arrival of the Dragon Lord.

(End of this chapter)