Trosa, the adjutant of the legion, looked at the battlefield in the distance. He had just received a secret mission from Rhodes.
In order to carry out this mission, Trotha passed through the front lines of the roaring battlefield, where undead legions and alien armies fought each other, destructive spells and weird sorcery flew across the sky, clouds of death rolled past, and lasers swept across.
, mountains of corpses piled up along the way.
The smell of putrefaction spreads, which is the favorite smell of undead creatures. Even the most ferocious vultures dare not come here to forage. If there is any left, contaminated with the blood of the alien species, their whole bodies will be waiting for them.
Alienation, there is no hope of leaving this battlefield.
There is still a long way to go from the dragon's nest. Countless new types of alien species emerge from the ground, and traces of them appear from time to time even behind the legions. The alien legions risk their lives to block the advance of the undead army.
Underground passages were dug one by one, and the corpse witches poured clouds of death into them, which overflowed from other passages. The entire land seemed to be cursed.
Under the continuous bombardment of the flames of hell, even the magic of firebending could not completely protect him. Trossa's originally thick brown beard was now burnt a lot, and he looked disgraced. Fortunately, he finally arrived at the front of the battlefield.
And found the right angle.
He took out a fully assembled magic ballista from the space ring. It was undoubtedly a stupid thing to put a war device like the ballista that needed protection on the front line. As an adjutant, Trosa understood it deeply.
This, but he still did it.
With the sound of the machine gun, driven by the magic ritual, the crossbow arrows flew out like lightning. The speed was so fast that only a series of afterimages could be seen clearly. They were the research results of the Magic Academy and were enough to threaten legendary creatures.
, even the protection of dragon scales will be penetrated by this magic crossbow arrow.
Outside the dragon's lair, the warlock guard who was closely watching every move on the battlefield suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Before he could react, a crisp sound came from his ears along with the strong wind.
The magic guard looked sideways in confusion, and the crossbow arrow shot with lightning speed pierced the city wall less than a finger away from his ear. Even though it spanned half of the battlefield, the power of the crossbow arrow remained unabated, and half of the arrow did not penetrate the city wall.
Inside, if his aim had been a little more accurate, he would have been directly crucified here.
The guard swallowed subconsciously. The enemy had already approached to such an extent that it was probably only a matter of time before they reached the dragon's lair. At this moment, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of his eye, a crossbow bolt nailed into the city wall.
Above, a parchment roll is tied up.
The guard was stunned and looked towards the position where the crossbow arrow was fired. Trossa had already put the crossbow back into the space ring and left towards the rear.
Seeing a message from the enemy, the guard did not dare to neglect it. If the fighter plane was delayed because of him, his end might be tragic.
After taking off the sheepskin scroll, a ghastly and terrifying aura swept over him. After feeling this evil aura, the guard was so cold that he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and could not move. It took him a while to recover. He looked at the sheepskin.
The horror in Juan's eyes was even greater. Such a terrifying aura of death could only be released by the true commander of the undead, Rhodes, who was in charge of death.
This parchment was most likely sent by the enemy's commander himself. After realizing this, the guard quickly reported the matter, and soon, the parchment appeared in front of Moriel intact.
"What is this?" Feeling the breath of death attached to the parchment, Moriel let out a disdainful snort.
"A letter sent by the enemy." The magic magnate Seferos answered the big red dragon's doubts, "Maybe this is a trap, please let me check it for you..."
"No need, a trap of this level can't hurt me." The big red dragon refused the proposal without thinking, then stretched out its claws and lightly scratched the parchment, and the sealed parchment slowly opened.
Turn on.
The subordinates who came after hearing the news looked at the parchment with some confusion, wondering what the enemy meant by sending the parchment at this time. Moriel, who was browsing the contents of the parchment, frowned slightly.
Never say a word.
The magicians in the field looked at each other in confusion, and finally Senior Advisor Sandro asked: "Lord Moriel, what is written on this?"
A blue minotaur interrupted his inquiry: "Is there any need to think about this? It must be that Rhodes who realized Lord Moriel's power, and he was so afraid that he planned to surrender. Huh, if he surrenders to Moriel as soon as possible
Sir, there may be a chance of survival, but it's too late now!"
"Rhodes will not surrender so easily." Ajit, who controlled the evil eye, disagreed with the Minotaur's statement. "At least from the frontal battlefield, I saw no signs of the undead creatures stopping. They didn't look like they were planning to do anything."
A look of surrender. I prefer to believe that this letter has other meanings."
"Do you think Sir Moriel is inferior to Rhodes? You bastard who can only spy on the enemy, why didn't I see your evil eye when you went out to fight?" Seeing Ajit contradicting himself, the Minotaur said angrily.
Ajit glared at him angrily. He was about to say something, but when he heard the big red dragon speak, he had no choice but to shut his mouth angrily.
"Quiet. This is not a surrender letter sent by Rhodes, but a marriage contract... It says that Rhodes is willing to return the Dragon Blood Bottle and the Dragon King's divine power, and on this condition, he will marry me and conclude the strongest alliance.
In the future, we will share the world together..."
Listening to Moriel's narration, all the magicians were stunned. They never imagined that what was mentioned in the parchment turned out to be this kind of content. That Rhodes was simply audacious.
Among all the subordinates, the one who reacted the most violently was Kilger. Even the steel claws appeared: "I think that Rhodes was simply frightened by you for making such a ridiculous request. We should give him the harshest punishment."
Fight back and let him understand how powerful you are. Only a great warrior like me is qualified to marry you, not that cunning and cunning necromancer who dares not even show his shadow."
Kilger's words aroused the ruthless ridicule of the sorcery magnates: "You should take care of yourself first, why do you want to marry Lord Moriel? I don't think you know what happened in the Crulod Wasteland.
What."
"What are you talking about? You'd better explain clearly!" Kilger looked stunned, then pointed the steel claw at the magic magnate and questioned what she just said.
The magic magnate was also unwilling to be outdone. She was not afraid of this barbarian lord. She had long been dissatisfied with the barbarian's rude behavior, so she immediately prepared to cast a spell. Under the dissuasion of other magicians in the field, the two of them glared at each other.