CHAPTER 446: CHAPTER 28: SLAUGHTER (3)_2

"An endless space portal?"

"That’s impossible! There can’t be an endless space portal!"

"So what’s happened to our parents and children?"

The entire Black Dragon Clan erupted in uproar and discussion.

The Black Dragon Elder’s eyes slowly narrowed into slits, "Something’s wrong. They’ve used our space portal."

"We should rescue them immediately!" shouted one of the dragons.

"No! It’s already too late!" The Black Dragon Elder’s voice drowned out everyone else’s, "If something really happened to them, it’s already too late to save them! Until we understand the situation, we cannot act rashly! Right now, we must fortify Dragon’s Peak! Their trick might not just be about distorting the space portal that simply!"

All the dragons stared at the Black Dragon Elder, their eyes wide open in a daze.

Just then, a black dragon descended from the sky, landing in front of the Elder.

"Elder! We’ve spotted the Undead Army!"

One change after another, all the dragons were stunned.

"Where are they?" the Black Dragon Elder asked urgently.

"A little over a hundred kilometers from here, they’re opening a space gate!"

The world fell silent, with only the sound of the wind howling.

"Didn’t they come through a space gate? Why are they opening one after they’ve arrived?"

"They’re at the ancient battlefield." The dragon who reported pointed to a map that appeared on his claw, indicating a bright spot on it.

Instantly, most of the dragons understood.

It wasn’t that the Undead Army appeared quietly a hundred kilometers away, but rather... they had always been there.

Yes, they had always been there. That place is the ancient battlefield where thousands of years ago, the dragons slaughtered countless human armies. Now, those human armies have been re-summoned by the liches.

"These undead are utterly disgusting!" roared one of the dragons.

Yes, the Undead Army was indeed disgusting. Whoever said an army must be transported through a space gate? With enough "raw materials," liches could summon a vast undead army from any corner.

The corners of the Black Dragon Elder’s eyes twitched slightly, "We can’t let them succeed... we must, stop them."

"What should we do?"

"Destroy the portal! They must be planning to use the portal to transport more Undead Army while we’re not noticing!"

Though hundreds of thousands of human undead at the ancient battlefield were threatening, their threat remained limited. If the Undead Army from Black Dragon City arrived, that would become a real nightmare.

Unfurling their wings, the Black Dragon Elder led countless dragons into the sky.

...

In the abyss, the demons watching the scene were all stunned.

"This isn’t a good strategy, really. They should retreat to Dragon’s Peak immediately. With the magic array, they might withstand attacks from both the undead and golden dragons."

"They don’t know that the Black Dragon City’s expeditionary force has been completely annihilated. In fact, we just found out, and we haven’t informed them yet. Should we tell them?"

"No, I think they already know. At least they guessed it. That’s why they’re launching this sudden attack."

"Why?"

One of the demons whispered, "Augustsburg... is the Black Dragon Elder’s only son. I think he’s definitely furious now."

Suddenly, all the demons in the abyss laughed silently.

...

In the Holy Light, those voices remained silent.

...

Avalanche, this was clearly an avalanche. An avalanche of history.

Many times, history is just an avalanche.

At the beginning, although the Gray camp and the Black Dragons had irreconcilable conflicts that could only be resolved through war, logic still dominated both sides.

But what happened when Gray, the father of the current Lich King Richie, was ambushed, and Augustsburg, the Black Dragon Elder’s only son, fell into enemy hands with his fate unknown?

In the Human World, such wars were not uncommon. Due to the high reproduction rate of humans, relationships among individuals were often maintained through blood ties. Wars waged initially for interests turned into wars for hatred when enough people had died. Everyone became bloodthirsty, and everything spiraled out of control.

Among immortal beings, this rarely happened. One reason was their slower reproduction rates compared to humans. Another reason was their strength to protect themselves. "Accidents" were uncommon.

But now, an accident had occurred. And it led to an avalanche similar to human history.

Even wars between eternal enemies like angels and demons had never been this hysterical.

...

The world was an expanse of white, the wind filled with ice crystals swirling madly, sweeping everything in its path.

On a cliff, a lone lich stood, looking into the distance. Watching the large group of dragons flying across the sky.

...

On the ground, a vast Undead Army made up of human skeletons, under the lich’s command, had cleared a large area, drawing a massive space array.

Meanwhile, the lich, floating in the air, began channeling Magic Power into the array, preparing to open the space gate.

...

"The entire Undead Army has left. No one knows where they’ve gone." Abi Robbs said to Yilin, "However, our people discovered something. What they brought back through the space gate earlier wasn’t food. Though everything was packed in sacks like food, stacked neatly."

"What was it?" Yilin turned and asked.

"This." Abi Robbs handed over a small, paper-wrapped object.

"This is..." Opening it, Yilin was momentarily stunned, slowly widening her eyes, "Permafrost?"

...

In the underground space, the open space gate crackled with faint lightning in the air.

In the darkness, countless undead quietly lurked, having long since passed through the space gate. The flickering soul flames turned the entire underground space a ghostly blue.

Perched on the cliff in the underground space was Richie’s bone dragon.

In the eerie silence, the undead lined up, inching forward.

This underground space was clearly dug out, featuring numerous passages leading to the surface. The undead used these passages to move to the surface, not directly appearing above ground but cautiously poking their heads up, then vanishing into the thick snow, blending into the surroundings. Skeleton Soldiers, zombies, Undead Spiders, and Undead Wolf Riders all followed this process.

As for the massive Undead Giant Elephants and bone dragons, they stayed quietly in the underground space, waiting.

The liches stood excitedly beside Richie, cackling.

The Black Dragon expeditionary force was trapped in Black Dragon City. If they tried to open a space gate, they couldn’t avoid the undead discovering it. But the undead weren’t in the same position. Aside from Black Dragon City, the rest of the world was theirs. In the span of a few months, they had the space and time to scheme.

Opening a space gate early beneath the ancient battlefield, even excavating a space large enough to house the entire Undead Army, wasn’t difficult.

Undoubtedly, it was an ambush.

Would the Black Dragons fall into the trap? Not necessarily.

But wasn’t war like this? Much like hunting, setting countless traps and waiting for the prey to stumble into one.

At least, Richie understood war this way. He was an excellent hunter.

The liches could already smell victory. The war Richie commanded differed significantly from the war they fought with the Dragon Clan many years ago.