CHAPTER 441: CHAPTER 26: SLAUGHTER

The entire Southern Alliance fell into chaos, perhaps because they had been relaxed for too long. Many people felt that there wouldn’t be any battles immediately.

In the midst of the chaos, Yilin mounted her horse and began to rush towards the direction where Richie was, coincidentally meeting Benedict II who was heading in the same direction.

"What happened? Is it an enemy attack?"

"It’s not an enemy attack, but a lot of black dragons have been discovered, they might take action!"

The whole world was in an uproar.

...

In a dark and quiet room, Richie stood silently, looking through the window towards the direction of Gustav Palace Square.

*His figure, half illuminated by firelight and half immersed in darkness.*

"Is it time to act?" Sarina asked.

"Time to act," Richie answered softly.

*Standing behind him, Sarina retreated little by little until her figure was completely swallowed by the darkness.*

Richie murmured to himself, "Father... The time to avenge you is coming soon. I will bring the head of the Black Dragon Elder back to comfort Mother..."

...

Several kilometers away, Augustsburg was also looking toward Richie’s direction.

Behind him, black and surging magic power was seeping from the ground’s magical array patterns, flying into the sky, gradually gathering together like a black hole. Lightning jumped around the edges, producing bursts of rumbling sounds. The space began to distort.

*The black dragons responsible for casting spells continuously chanted dragon language magic, injecting their magic power little by little into the magical array.*

"They have noticed," the black-haired Dragon Clan Girl said softly.

"If they didn’t make any noise, I would be more worried. It’s normal to be noticed," Augustsburg turned his head and said softly, "I will cover the rear later, you are responsible for leading the people to leave first."

The girl was stunned, silently looking at Augustsburg.

After a pause, Augustsburg continued, "Being forced to retreat, this is due to my strategic mistake; I should be responsible for it. Don’t worry, even if the undead soldiers are strong, they can’t destroy us all at once. Especially when we are already prepared."

"Yes!" the girl answered.

...

A large number of lords and soldiers had rushed to the castle where Richie lived, but they were all blocked by the undead soldiers.

"What do you want?! Get back! Did you hear me, get back!" a figure came out of the castle, it was Stick.

Yes, Stick was not dead, but he had lost a leg. Now he had an iron rod attached to his calf. He walked with a slight limp.

"Gray is back?" Yilin, who was on horseback at the rear, opened her eyes slightly. This was the first time she had seen Stick in a while.

It wasn’t just Stick, there was also Carl. Carl stood silently behind the undead soldiers, watching.

Shouting, Yilin said, "The black dragons hiding in the city have appeared and are performing some kind of ritual! We want to know if Lord of the Lich King has decided anything! Should we attack immediately?"

"Get back!" Stick shouted, raising his war hammer, "Lord of the Lich King will notify you if there is a decision!"

Everyone quieted down but no one left, just standing quietly in front of the castle gate, watching Stick.

All the lords looked at Yilin. Since Yilin didn’t move, they didn’t move either.

From the distant military camp, continuous noises could be heard.

*Both sides continued to confront each other silently. Stick’s beard stood up in anger, but he was helpless.*

After a while, Carl suddenly raised his head, nodded, then said something inaudible, and then looked at the human soldiers blocking the castle gate and said, "Lord of the Lich King orders everyone to attack the black dragons!"

Suddenly, the scene became even more silent.

The lords’ eyes almost fell out.

King Allen Barnett III quickly dismounted and squeezed to the front, stammering, "How to attack?"

"Just charge, haven’t you already known where they are?"

"Just charge? Are you kidding? Many people will die!"

"How do you know many people will die if you don’t charge? Besides, in war, there are always casualties. As long as we win, it doesn’t matter. Are you doubting Lord of the Lich King?"

Barnett III was speechless, not knowing how to respond. He really wanted to say, "Lord of the Lich King never had casualties in previous wars." But obviously, saying that now wouldn’t do.

Everyone was staring blankly at Carl.

"Aren’t you going to say something?" Yilin whispered to Benedict II beside her.

"I thought you would say something." Benedict II whispered back.

"You’re the leader of the Southern Alliance."

"And you are Lord of the Lich King’s oath-taker, aren’t you more important?"

*"I can’t handle this now, at least not now."*

"Then what to do? Let many people die like at the beginning? I never thought this war would be fought like this, I thought... Forget it, never mind what I thought." Saying that, Benedict II turned his horse around and left with his men.

Carl shouted loudly, "This is an order, did you hear me? This is an order! Charge towards the black dragons! Immediately!"

"Yes... Sir!" The lords rushed away in a panic. In an instant, the once crowded castle gate was now empty, leaving only a group of undead soldiers.

Oh, and the group of people led by Yilin. However, Yilin did not say anything, just looked calmly at Stick and Carl, turned her horse around, and left with her people.