Chapter 1129 Calderilla

Legendary Star Dragon Calderilla...

Draknir put away the dragon horn. The souls of some powerful dragons can still maintain some clarity after death, and are not washed into madness by the chaotic energy.

Calderilla was a Star Dragon who died during the Chaos Invasion. His merits were only slightly inferior to those of Indragunir. When Imrik arrived at the Dragonbone Wasteland, it was this Star Dragon that told the bloodline of Caledor about the suffering he had endured for thousands of years...

The young prince let out a long breath. He did not relax, but felt sad.

As long as there is chaotic energy in the world, the curse of the Dragonbone Wasteland cannot be eradicated...

Edtalis stepped forward and asked, "What method did you use?"

"The soul of Calderilla will destroy the walls of Nagashza."

Calderilla...Edtalis, who knew this great name, remained silent. He pondered for a long time, looked in the direction of the Dragonbone Wasteland, and murmured.

"We are still squandering the legacy of our ancestors..."

On the huge altar in the Dragon Bone Wasteland, the priests are rushing to purify the remains of the giant dragons. According to the indicators issued by the Phoenix King, no matter what method is used, at least ten giant dragon remains must be purified every year.

This is not a simple performance evaluation, but a sacred ritual.

Many old dragon princes who are unable to participate in the revival of the kingdom have taken off their civilian jobs in the army, voluntarily joined the Dragon Tomb Order, put on red robes and came to this barren land.

They gave up the honor and respect they deserved, and were willing to dedicate their lives to the kingdom and continue to dedicate themselves to the giant dragons.

The leading priest looked a little nervous. With the gift of Imrick, he gained the ability to vaguely sense the soul of the giant dragon.

He looked at the towering dragon remains on the altar and shouted to his colleagues,

"Caldrila is angry, we must find a way to calm him down!"

In the purification rituals over the past few decades, there have been many cases of angry dragons attacking elves. The long-term madness has made the noble beasts no longer know friends and enemies, and they are still dreaming extremely terrifying dreams.

And Caldrila, the priests never want to be the soul of a legendary shining star dragon in front of them.

The sound of the earth shaking the mountains let the priests know that it was too late. An illusory dragon as big as the mountain emerged from the red ground, staring at the insect-like elves below with scarlet eyes.

In the world of souls, matter can no longer restrict its growth. Thousands of years of suffering have made Caldrila's soul stronger than when the chaos invaded... and more crazy.

The leader immediately prepared to activate the backup plan. This was not a simple accident. Except for Minasnir, he had never seen such a huge dragon in his life.

He hurriedly picked up the magic stone and looked at the temple...

Caldrila looked down thoughtfully, looking at the extremely nervous elves, and quickly looked for some familiar faces among them.

When the dragon saw the elf holding up the magic stone, a thunderous voice suddenly blasted out.

"Are you a descendant of Contril?"

The dragon did not go crazy, which made the priest stunned. He slowly put down the magic stone and nodded hesitantly.

"I am a descendant of the Contril family. My ancestors had the honor to fight with you, Mr. Caldrila."

"Very good... It seems that his bloodline has not been cut off, and it can be regarded as fulfilling his wish." Caldrila nodded silently, and after asking the identities of the priests present one by one, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The dragon actually knew which family the elves were from, and many of the priests' ancestors fought side by side with him.

The dragon in the soul state laughed. He had a brief exchange with Imrick before, and mistakenly thought that those words were used to comfort himself.

I didn't expect these little guys to follow the ancient covenant of sharing life and death with the dragon and voluntarily abandon their identities to come to the Dragonbone Wasteland.

"I am very happy, happier than hearing that idiot Aenarion killed the four chief demons, and happier than Minasnir is not dead..."

"Sir Calderilla, why do you appear in this form?" Contril already knew that the dragon was awake, but it was the first time that the soul could clearly emerge in the material world.

"Me?" Calderilla looked around his body, and endless anger circulated in his illusory soul. He needed an outlet.

Whether it was the Chaos Dwarves in the north, the Ogres in the east, or the Undead in the south, it was all fine...

But why couldn't they all be taken?

"The Son of the Dragon is calling me, and I should abide by the sacred covenant."

His Highness Draknir... Contril quickly understood.

He nodded, then ordered the priests to stop the purification ceremony, changed his tone, and sang the ancient ballads to Calderilla.

"Under the mountains...ashes are rising..."

The dragon's smile became more intense. He spread his illusory wings, covering the altar built for them, engraved with the great temple of the Dragon Father, flying over the wasteland that still buried countless compatriots, and arrived at the corner of the steep mountain range on the edge of the world...

A soul dragon suddenly appeared, making Arkhan and Vlad look up at the sky together, and Nagash's disciple said it was impossible.

Anyone who studies the magic of the dead will inevitably covet the dragon, but even as powerful as Nagash, it is impossible for the dragon to emerge in the world as a soul after getting rid of the body.

This violates the basic rules of the wind of magic. Energy needs a carrier, and the soul is the most complex soul.

But the undead may never have thought that the carrier of the soul may not necessarily be material, but also will and emotion.

Calderilla's deep eyes swept around and soon found the Tomb King's forces pointed out by Draknir. He had some impression of Arkhan, after all, he often passed by his head...

The dragon's limbs pressed on the city wall, and the shadow of its wings seemed to cover most of Nagash.

Calderilla's roar showed the suffering it had endured for thousands of years.

"Nagash's followers, Caledor Dragon brings greetings."

The roar had obvious ripples. The undead centered on the dragon endured an unstoppable soul impact. After the soul fire in their eye sockets became more and more illusory, they turned into skeletons and fell down.

"Shut him up!"

The person who spoke was not Arkhan, but Vlad.

When it comes to the study of the soul, vampires are far inferior to the Tomb King. The roar of this dragon is indiscriminate, and the aftermath alone turns the zombies that serve as cannon fodder into soft meat.

Vlad's fear of this is also rooted in his fear of the dragon.

If this dragon can appear at will, it means that Caledor already has a special attack method against the undead. If it appears on a large scale, the Phoenix King can try to grab the title of Lord of the Undead. (End of this chapter)