CHAPTER 448: CHAPTER 29: SIEGE_2

"I’m afraid it’s not that simple," another demon casually pointed, and a new, huge image appeared in front of all the demons.

In the image, countless Golden Dragons were flying in the sky.

"What is this?" a demon asked.

"The Golden Dragons are heading towards Dragon’s Peak. Their position is exactly opposite the ancient battlefield, so... at this rate, the Golden Dragons might reach the outskirts of Dragon’s Peak before the Black Dragon Army retreats to Dragon’s Peak..."

Suddenly, all the demons present were stunned, each with wide-open eyes.

Like a black mist, the Demon Lord remained silent throughout.

"We... we must stop them! Without Dragon’s Peak, the Black Dragons would be completely defeated! We must immediately notify the Black Dragons to retreat!" a demon shouted.

...

Soon, the Black Dragon Elder who was confronting Richie slightly widened his eyes, his expression completely blank.

"Oh my God," Richie helplessly held his forehead, "someone informed them again. Was it Heaven or Hell?"

"Informed? What do you mean?" Simon, who was flying beside him on a bone dragon, asked.

"Someone notified them that the Golden Dragons were heading to Dragon’s Peak."

"How do you know someone informed them?"

"Look at their expressions," Richie casually replied.

Sure enough, the Black Dragons quickly began reorganizing their formations. The strongest Black Dragons were sent to the front line, while the slightly weaker ones quietly retreated to the back. Soon after, they began to retreat. Perhaps to guard against the pursuit of the Undead, they retreated slowly rather than quickly.

"Bring the captives!" Richie shouted, then looked at the Black Dragon Elder who was slowly retreating and said, "Don’t you want to see your son? I’ll let you see him!"

A bone dragon appeared in the Black Dragons’ sight, ridden by a Lich and clutching Augustsburg, who had long lost consciousness.

The retreating Black Dragon Elder was instantly stunned, but just for a moment. He quickly continued flapping his wings, retreating.

"Also, whose daughter is this?" Richie shouted.

The black-haired Dragon Clan Girl who had been captured by Richie was tightly bound, hanging from the foot of a bone dragon and brought out.

There seemed to be a stir among the dragon group, with two Black Dragons almost rushing forward, but they were quickly stopped by their companions.

They continued to retreat.

"Do you want to watch me cut pieces of flesh off them?" Richie continued to shout.

This was a provocative move. However, it seemed to be of no use; the Black Dragons continued to retreat bit by bit.

The bone dragons of the Undead Army were not enough to single-handedly intercept the large number of Black Dragons, nor could they prevent their retreat. As for the other undead, they simply couldn’t keep up with the retreating speed of the Black Dragons.

After his provocation failed, Richie could only helplessly watch as the Black Dragons retreated with anger, disappearing into the horizon.

Richie helplessly removed his helmet, quietly standing on the spine of his bone dragon.

A fierce wind blew past him.

All around, the liches were quietly watching him. Or rather, the entire Undead Army was watching him.

After a while, the newly appointed Lich King softly said, "I had planned to resolve them here, but unfortunately, someone betrayed us. It should be Heaven or Hell. It doesn’t matter; we will still achieve victory. No one can stop us. They will only live a few more days. Now, let’s start marching to Dragon’s Peak. Then destroy it. Then, we will obtain their treasured Dragon Language Magic Tomes and countless dragon remains!"

In the next moment, the previously silent Undead Army seemed to explode.

All the undead roared towards the sky, shouting towards the sky. The liches rode bone dragons, flying past with a howl.

Following the direction pointed by Richie, the boundless Undead Army began to march step by step in neat formation. The momentum seemed to engulf the entire world.

Perhaps, that’s exactly what Richie wanted to do.

...

In the dimensional space, Gray was lying on the grass, staring blankly at the sky.

The Black Cat lay beside him, curled up into a "cat loaf."

"We’ve been here for a thousand years already."

"Yes."

"Do we have to stay for another nine thousand years?"

"Yes."

Gray turned over and stared at the Black Cat, saying, "But I kind of miss home, miss Shelley, Richie, and the others. I wonder how they’re doing without me."

The wind gently blew, pressing down the wild grass.

The grass and trees here were exceptionally green, brighter than the greenest grass in the real world by countless times, almost blindingly bright. It was as beautiful as a dream.

The Black Cat opened its eyes and glanced at Gray, lazily yawning.

"We’ve been here for a thousand years, but for them, it’s been just over three months. Very brief. I don’t think you need to worry about them. After all, three months isn’t enough for anything to happen."

"Really? But I’m still a little worried."

"You just purely miss them. Honestly, it’s not a good habit for a Lich. I’ve never heard of any Lich missing anyone. A Lich should be able to stay in one place without moving for tens of thousands of years."

"Maybe, but I might be an exception."

"You should focus on improving your magic skills. This way, when you leave here, everything will be different. Trust me, they will be fine. You have already formed an alliance with the Golden Dragons; the Black Dragons can’t win. At the same time, without you, they can’t win against the Black Dragons either. So, nothing will happen."

"But... but... but..." Gray looked at the sky, and after a while, softly said, "I once hung in Bruto’s study for a hundred and fifty years and didn’t feel it was long. I even felt I could hang there for ten thousand years. But now, it feels too long."

In the distance, Tenidas was lying on the ground, extending his hoof to flip a page of a book, then grinning, "Hiss—! I feel I understand the sacred more deeply."

In front of him, Vivian was looking expressionlessly at this "reading horse."

...

The Undead Army had completely surrounded Dragon’s Peak.

The Golden Dragon Clan occupied a corner of the encirclement, only a corner. They were perched on the top of the mountain, on the cliffs, on the mountainside. Densely packed.

Groups of bone dragons circled the main peak of Dragon’s Peak.

A large number of undead were shouting, pulling, conducting some kind of engineering, seemingly building something.

Richie stood on a cliff top within the encirclement of the undead, quietly observing Dragon’s Peak. One hand on his sword hilt, motionless, like a statue, letting the fierce wind blow past him.

On the other side, the Black Dragon Clan had been driven to extreme anxiety.

Dragon’s Peak appeared to be a huge mountain.

Why did it appear to be a huge mountain, instead of being just a huge mountain?

Because normally, standing on the ground, you can only see its "base" just as a large, unimaginably massive, towering mountain reaching into the clouds.

Actually, if you fly above the cloud layer, you would see countless mountain peaks, like the legendary Nine-headed Evil Dragon. Steep peaks rise from the clouds, like pillars. They were crawling with Black Dragons.

The besieged Black Dragons were in extreme anxiety.

"We must kill him! He must be punished for his crimes!"

"I think he feels the same way..."

"Perhaps we should ambush him, catch him off guard..."

"Thank Heaven, catch the undead off guard? Your imagination is quite something. His eyes haven’t left us for a moment."

"Then what should we do? The traitorous Golden Dragons have joined them!"

"Now, only Heaven and Hell can save us, but we don’t know if they’re willing to help."

At this moment, no Black Dragon felt that their opponent was a "three-year-old child" anymore. They had witnessed the terror of this "three-year-old child."

*Attacking Lich King Gray was a massive mistake. This was almost a consensus among the entire Black Dragon Clan, but no one dared to mention it.*