Chapter 1128: Obeying the Ancient Covenant

The Blood Dragon Ancestor in Nagash's trap, under the protection of his offspring, rushed forward like a killing god, and his greatsword easily tore through the defensive barrier set up by his loyal servants.

After cutting off the head of the Tomb Prince with one blow, Abras shouted to the top of the dark city wall.

"Akhan!"

Akhan and Abras exchanged glances. As expected, after the failure of the Battle of Kislev, the long-hidden Nagash believers were exposed to the world...

Elves and vampires all cast their eyes on the Lord of the Dead. This is not a good sign.

"Abras, I never thought that the proud Nehekhara champion warriors would succumb to the will of the elves. What about your pride as the Blood Dragon Ancestor!"

Akhan's low roar made Abras smile.

The Blood Dragon Ancestor raised his head and looked at Nagash's disciple. He was still so confident that the Lord of the Dead would rule the world and turn the entire mortal world into a silent country.

"My pride? Arkhan, my pride has long gone away with the drinking of the elixir of life. What remains in this body called Abras is the hatred for you playing with Nehekhara!"

The gaze between them was a struggle of wills. Arkhan and Abras, two people who respected each other but had fought each other.

"Keep attacking. We must see the remains of Nagash today!" Abras' roar seemed to be telling the sorrow of thousands of years. The long-term torture made him no longer as honorable as he was in the past.

Being obsessed with fighting is just to find some feeling of being alive in the moment of life and death.

This silent kingdom will make everyone lose the meaning of living.

The blood descendants raised their lances and rushed into Nagashza with the blood ancestors. The defense facilities built long ago collapsed at the first impact. Tens of thousands of elite skeleton soldiers blocked the narrow passage, trying to resist the attack of the terror knights with the wreckage.

But the Blood Knights at this time, after receiving the guidance of the Blood Ancestor after a thousand years, are more terrifying than the rumors in the old world. Only remains are left where the iron hoofs step.

Outside the city wall, Vlad was ordering Carstein to continue the attack. A blood descendant with wounds all over his body walked to the side of the patriarch and covered the huge wound on his abdomen.

"Count, we need to rest. Arkhan's spell has a strong restraining effect on the Midnight Noble. We can't continue to fight for a long time."

At this moment, Vlad no longer looked elegant. He roared and roared at the top of his lungs, and his four fangs seemed to bite the blood descendant's neck to pieces.

"Continue to attack! No matter what the cost, I must occupy Nagashza!"

When the blood descendant wanted to continue to persuade, Vlad's blood-drinking sword had already cut off his head.

The Blood Ancestor looked around and said coldly. "Who else has an idea for the attack?"

A vampire turned into a bat and quickly rushed to the front line. Vlad was very dissatisfied with it. If he wanted to revive Isabella, he had to open the black pyramid and take the power of Nagash for himself.

He was good at power and war, but magic and divine arts...

Vlad couldn't help but miss Manfred. This son might lack a broad mind, but his control over magic was unmatched.

He clenched his palms, looking very unwilling.

Conrad's bravery and force, Manfred's planning and magic, von Carstein had the opportunity to gain eternal power, but because of stupid ideas.

As a result, the head of the family now has to fight with Arkhan in Nagashza, where rat corpses are piled up like a mountain, and with Arkhan, one of the strongest spellcasters in the world!

Damn it!

When a dead sphinx walked out of the tomb, accompanied by a dozen dark purple Ushabit as guards, Vlad knew that he could not hesitate any longer.

The reason why they can now fight to a stalemate with Arkhan is the pressure he and Aboraash put on Nagash's disciples. If all the soldiers are lost, the two blood ancestors will be besieged, leading to everything failing.

Vlad's face gradually deformed, handsome and melancholy turned into terrifying and hideous, and a black shadow flew towards the construct.

Isha, wait for me...

Suddenly there was a sound of collision, and Vlad, who hit the dead sphinx with his flesh and blood, used the blood-drinking sword to attack the sacred creation carved with the faces of the desert gods.

Even if he turned into ashes, he could still remember the throbbing...

On the hilltop in the distance, the dragon was still on standby, and Draknir's eyes were shining with blue light. Nagashza was shrouded in a strong wind of death all year round, and it was difficult for ordinary people to peek into the image.

However, this melee caused some gaps in Arkhan's spells...

The dragon prince who came back from the front reconnaissance kept the dragon in the air and said loudly to the cliff: "Your Highness, the vampires are in a tough battle. It is difficult for the cavalry led by Aboraash to capture Nagashza alone. Vlad is still fighting with the Skeleton Army of the Wrathful Lake!"

After nodding to show that he understood, Draknir asked Edtalis beside him, "Maybe we should stay here and wait for the heroic performance of the two blood ancestors. The performance of their descendants is far from worthy of the confidence of the ancestors."

Edtalis did not comment, but finally shook his head, "This is not a wise choice. Perhaps a loss to both sides is a good result, but we need Vlad to save his strength to enter the Black Pyramid..."

"That's a bit troublesome... I don't want the dragon to intervene in a war that it shouldn't participate in."

"Just smash the city wall, and Vlad will naturally solve the troubles afterwards."

The dragon prince's reminder was recognized by the prince.

Draknir walked to the front of the cliff, holding the long sword and hanging it on the ground.

The Dragonbone Wasteland is not far from here. He can clearly sense the sorrow of countless souls in the holy land. Even after countless prayers and purifications by the priests, the pain and torture hovering in the depths of the earth veins have not decreased at all.

A sad place... Thousands of dragons sleep here. It is difficult for their souls to return to the sky and the sea. They can only wait to be excavated and their bodies purified to enjoy eternal peace.

The blood of Caledor is powerless against such a huge number of painful souls, but the resonance rooted in the soul and blood allows him to guide these anger and release them to the right place.

Draknir raised the dragon horn. Although this artifact forged with the fangs of the shining star dragon is not as useful as the one in his father's hand, it is enough to communicate and guide the soul of the dragon.

The melodious horn sound cut through the mist, the wind of magic, the sky... and slowly arrived in the Dragonbone Wasteland.

"Caldrila, in the name of the descendant of Caledor Dragon Tamer, I call on your soul to awaken..."

"Who are you?" The low and confused voice made Draknir understand that it had taken effect.

"I am the son of the Phoenix King and Dragon Lord Imrik, and now Prince Draknir of Caledor."

"Son of the dragon? I heard Imrik say... You are his proud offspring..." The dragon's voice, with a hint of reminiscence, finally turned into determination.

"In compliance with the ancient contract, the fire dragon clan will still obey the request of the Caledor family even after death... I will use flames and anger to wash away all hatred." (End of this chapter)