A vigorous figure flew across the sky to the east of the fortress, casting a perfect silhouette in the sun.
Dragon~!
Legend has it that they are the most powerful intelligent race in the world. They have powerful magical abilities, long lifespans and superb wisdom. They are a symbol of power and wealth.
From chivalric novels to flags and coats of arms, dragons can be seen everywhere.
Every child's bedtime story is always inseparable from the dragon and the princess, or the brave man and the dragon's cave filled with gold and gems.
They are powerful, beautiful, either greedy or wise, good or evil, sometimes good and sometimes evil, and at the same time full of mystery, which fascinates people.
Everyone can clearly tell the appearance of a dragon, but almost everyone has never seen a dragon.
At this moment, seeing a giant dragon flying above them with their own eyes, all the soldiers were stunned in surprise. They raised their heads and stared at the dragon flying in the sky without blinking.
The giant dragon spreads a pair of wide wings and glides freely in the sky. In the middle of the wings is a streamlined and beautiful figure, and in front of the slender neck is a majestic dragon head.
The silver-white scales on his body sparkled under the sunlight, as if they were studded with gems.
This body contains the power to destroy heaven and earth.
In the midst of everyone's attention, the silver dragon suddenly turned sideways nimbly, flapped its wings, and flew towards the fortress in an elegant manner.
The coalition soldiers jumped up from the ground, stared at the dragon approaching the fortress with wide eyes, and couldn't help but open their mouths and let out disbelieving exclamations.
He really came to me~!
But what surprised them even more was what came next. After the silver dragon, several more dragons of different colors appeared. They slowly flapped their wings and circled around the fortress.
Although there were only a few giant dragons, when they flew together, they gave everyone an overwhelming feeling, as if the sky could not hold so many dragons. The majesty they exuded was enough for them to worship.
No one has ever seen so many giant dragons appear at the same time. Even in historical legends, there have never been multiple dragons appearing together in the sky. They have always been loners.
Today is destined to be a legendary day recorded in history.
First, there was a forbidden spell that covered the entire battlefield, completely wiping out the enemy. Then, several giant dragons appeared in the sky above the battlefield for the first time, flying over the heads of the coalition forces.
The giant dragon flew slowly around Fortress No. 2. The bright eyes on the dragon's head looked directly at the soldiers on the ground, as if enjoying the reverence and cheers of the soldiers on the ground.
Every coalition soldier inside and outside the fortress could feel that the giant dragon flying in the sky glanced at them.
The War Fortress and Eagle fighter jets flying in the sky were chasing the dragons excitedly, wanting to observe the most powerful intelligent race in the world from the nearest distance.
But when they increased their speed to the highest level, they couldn't even catch up with others' tail.
The dragon's flight looks very gentle and slow, but it is actually very fast.
A total of nine giant dragons flew around Fortress No. 2 at a height of 300 meters above the ground. The leading silver dragon made a clear cry, then turned around nimbly, flapped its wings, and headed south.
Fly away.
The other giant dragons followed him and quickly disappeared into the southern sky.
At this moment, the coalition soldiers' eyes were still following the direction in which the dragon disappeared, fascinated.
They didn't even notice that a war fortress with a standard undead appearance had landed next to the fortress.
Lord Lorraine walked out of the war fortress and looked up to the south. There was no trace of the dragon clan there. He curled his lips and muttered: "These stinky guys."
Vera smiled proudly, held Lorraine's arm and walked out of the war fortress.
Lord Lorraine knew that Morehouse, Solas and the others chose to appear in front of everyone in such a grand, glorious and dazzling way, even violating the dragon clan's tradition of seclusion, in order to let humans remember their contributions and thank the dragon clan.
Dedication and effort.
People don't do good deeds for free. After putting in so much effort, humans must accept this favor. At least they must remember that in the war against the High Priest of the Undead, the dragon people made a huge contribution.
The war has been won, and as a completely victorious party, to put it nicely, we are ready to enjoy the joy of victory.
To put it bluntly, they are all sharpening their knives, preparing to seize the fruits of victory, distribute benefits, and redefine the post-war sphere of influence.
As the deputy commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, Lord Lorraine is already thinking about how to distribute the interests of many parties after victory.
For the multinational force of the coalition, military expenses are shared equally by all countries. This victory not only belongs to the Ruman Empire and the Ruman people, but also belongs to the United Nations and the countries on the mainland.
The Semitic Republican Government and its subordinate Caribbean Division played a huge role in the final decisive battle. They must be fully recognized and given certain rewards.
Entering the post-war era, how should the coalition forces, totaling up to 500,000 people, safely withdraw to the human continent and return to their respective hometowns? How should the large amount of war materials be properly handled?
Meritorious officers and soldiers in the coalition forces also need to be rewarded...
The final decisive battle was won, but for Lord Lorraine, the war was not over yet.
Compared with these, the requirements of the Dragon Clan are the simplest. They only ask humans to remember their contributions and express due gratitude, and this is only verbal and written.
In terms of the goal of participating in the war, the dragon clan may be the most noble. They are for world peace. They do not ask for gold or land in return.
Compared with the contributions that the Dragon Clan has made to mankind, this gratitude is understandable.
However, the appearance of these guys in such a domineering manner completely stole Lord Lorraine's limelight.
After the dragons disappeared, everyone discovered that there was suddenly a war fortress, and Marshal Lorraine also took off his shining armor and appeared in the camp.
Next to him, Oshed was competing with Lester and White, and they were red-faced and arguing over whether he could be judged for the title of Forbidden Curse Magister.
Lester partially supported Oshed, while White firmly opposed it. The three old men were fighting like children, their faces red and their necks thick.
The staff officer sent the radio microphone in the fortress and handed it to Lord Lorraine respectfully, but Lorraine pushed the microphone to Lester.
The old man followed the dragon clan and bravely went deep into the lair of the undead and faced the high priest of the undead. He was also very courageous.
In a battle at that level, if an accident occurs, the Dragon Clan member may not be able to escape even though he can.
Lester looked at the phone but shook his head, did not accept it, pushed it back to Lorraine, twirled his beard and said with a smile: "This belongs to you, boy."
Lord Lorraine nodded slightly, raised his hand with a bone staff in his right hand, and spoke loudly into the microphone: "Soldiers of the coalition forces."
The loud voice resounded throughout the fortress, and the soldiers who had been immersed in the shock of seeing the dragons woke up and stared at Marshal Lorraine in the center of the camp.
"What I hold in my hand is the staff of the High Priest of the Undead."
The sound came from the loudspeaker, and for a moment there was silence inside and outside the fortress. Everyone looked at Lord Lorraine in the center of the fortress and the simple gray-white staff in his hands, revealing a look that was even brighter than the dragon they just saw.
Incredible expression.
Marshal Lorraine is holding the staff of the High Priest of the Undead, doesn't that mean...
"With the help of the Dragon Clan, we eliminated the High Priest of the Undead. The war is over and we have won~!"
There was silence in the fortress for a few seconds, and then violent cheers broke out.
Everyone was celebrating crazily, hugging the people around them, shouting, jumping and shouting without emotion.
Originally, the coalition soldiers thought this was just a staged victory. After destroying the death knell beetles, they would continue to go deep into the north to eliminate all the undead and the high priest of the undead. There would be more difficult battles waiting for them later.
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Now that I suddenly heard the news that the war had ended victoriously, the first thing that all the soldiers thought of was: they can go home~!
The expedition against the Semites began in October 1836, and the coalition troops embarked on a slow journey across the ocean.
It is now January 1838, a period of sixteen months.
They have left their hometown and been fighting abroad for more than a year.
With the belief of completely eradicating the undead and the high priest of the undead, the coalition soldiers from the human continent suppressed their homesickness, fought hard for the victory of the war, and traveled around.
Now that they had finally won, the soldiers could no longer suppress their homesickness and wished they could pack their bags and embark on the road home.
At the same time, the rhythmic clicking sound of the electric keys in the fortress's communication room transmitted the news of victory through radio waves to the Sailfish Fortress behind.
Then it was sent out from the Sailfish Fortress, contacted the air-flying relay war fortress, and was transmitted to the islands in the ocean, and then all the way back to Ryder, Maple Leaf Danlin, and Ruman City...
At the same time, it is transmitted to every node covering the mainland telegraph network.
In Ruman City, the bells suddenly rang throughout the city. The big bell, which only rang on New Year's Day and major festivals, emitted a long and loud singing sound.
When the confused citizens of Ruman looked up at the palace, the soldiers of the Royal Guards rode fast horses and galloped through the streets of Ruman City, shouting loudly: "The High Priest of the Undead is dead, we have won.
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"We won~!"
"..."
Cheers immediately resounded throughout the city. The siege two years ago was something the Ruman people remembered deeply. Now mankind has finally gotten rid of this shadow that has been hovering above their heads for two thousand years.
No one will bring evil undead creatures with them anymore, trying to kill them all and ruin their beautiful lives.
Entire barrels of wine were brought to the streets, and people drank happily and danced excitedly to the lively music.
Deep inside the palace, Emperor Rudrun stood in front of the window, listening to the cheers coming from the city, and happily shouted to the beauty behind him: "Lucy, did you hear it? The whole city is cheering. I
It has been decided that it will start tonight and the whole city will celebrate it for ten days."
Lady Lucrezia, who was wearing a plain dress, showed a gentle smile and said softly: "It's time to make everyone happy. We have all suffered from the war in the past few years.
Don’t forget to reply and thank Julius and that little guy Lorraine.”
Emperor Rudelun gave a long laugh and said: "Even they themselves said that the success should be attributed to me first."
Lady Lucrezia smiled slightly as if looking at a big child.
Emperor Rudelun raised the telegram and read loudly: "Under your wise support and guidance, Your Majesty, look, it's me you're talking about.
In the joint efforts of our colleagues in the United Nations, huh, there is nothing wrong with the United Nations. Those group of worms who only waste public funds,
Our coalition forces fought bravely, and finally today, we successfully eliminated the high priest of the undead and completely defeated the enemy. Thanks to the God of Light, long live the Ruman Empire~!"
After excitedly shouting the last slogan at the end of the telegram, Emperor Rudrun suddenly covered his mouth and coughed hard.
Madam Lucrezia stepped forward and gently slapped his back, scolding: "The doctor told you not to get too excited."
Emperor Rudrun waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. He listened carefully to the shouts of long live that resounded throughout the city. Suddenly he held Lady Lucrezia's hand tightly and said, "I want to make you queen."
"Ah?" Mrs. Lucrezia was stunned for a moment and said urgently: "No~!"
"No," Emperor Rudelun waved his hand excitedly and said loudly: "I..."
But he coughed violently again, bent down in pain, supported the table with his arms, and a bright red blood stain appeared in the palm of his hand covering his mouth. (To be continued.)