So, very strangely, the three parties, as if by agreent, send out teams of dozens or hundreds to test each other every few days, leaving behind a few corpses before retreating in understanding.
Sotis there are no casualties at all. Two teams yell at each other from a few hundred ters or even further, and when alti cos, they each go ho for dinner.
anwhile, in the central region of the continent, since the Red Robe Mage Association occupied part of the southern territory of the Ryan Empire, they have been in a state of "closed borders." It’s very difficult for outside spies to enter, and no one knows what sches they are plotting.
Their three neighbors are the most alert to this, sending increasingly nurous spies to gather information, but few return.
"Could they be conducting so kind of evil sacrifices communicating with the Abyss?"
The leaders of the Dwarf Iron Castle, Beastman Clans, and Nax Kingdom began to feel unsettled, unable to help their growing worries.
They are eager to explore the secrets within but fear it’s a trap, and entering the Red Robe Mage Association’s territory might lead to being captured completely.
In such anxiety, ti passed, and more than a year quickly went by.
During this ti, the continent remained largely stable, with no major events occurring.
To the south of the continent, within the Dark Forest.
In a secluded corner of the Mountain Stream Dragon Nest, a majestic and solemn black castle sits here, backed by mountains reaching thousands of ters high, overlooking the surrounding land and mountains.
This castle, reaching a height of five hundred ters, with just its main structure occupying an area of over twenty square kiloters, and if including the Dragon Pool, plaza, Dragon Nest Guard residence, and other scattered buildings, has a total area of an exaggerated fifty square kiloters... On this day, it was successfully constructed!
This exaggerated workload that rivals building an entire town from scratch was completed in just over a year.
Of course, if it was just pure construction, it wouldn’t have taken over a year. The reason for the ’lengthy’ ti was the construction of the spell matrices. Covering such a large area with spell matrices is clearly impossible due to the cost, so for now, the spell matrices are only inscribed on the castle walls. But this is still an astonishing amount of work, and the Dragon Vein Mages exhausted their magic power hundreds of tis to barely complete the task.
Udi awoke from slumber, gazing at his Dragon Castle, satisfaction apparent in his eyes.
Excellent.
Absolutely excellent!
"Master, please na the Dragon Castle." Shiji saw the unabashed satisfaction in Udi’s large dragon eyes and relaxed, a smile spreading on his face as he respectfully inquired.
It was noon, with the sun high, and under the scorching sun, faint golden hues flowed over the surface of the pitch-black castle, regal amidst its grandeur.
"From now on, this castle shall be known as... Black Castle."
The black giant dragon, over thirty-four ters long with exaggerated muscle girth, stood atop the Dragon Castle, its abyss-like mighty jaws opened, its voice like rolling thunder echoed across the plains.
On the wide plaza of the Black Castle, mbers of the Black Blood, Green Forest, Bonebreak, and Wild Clans, the Higlind family, dragon-blooded maids, griffins, white cranes, and various monsters and demons lowered their heads, offering their humble allegiance to the Black Dragon King.
At this mont, these creatures who witnessed Udi’s majestic presence firsthand genuinely felt their own insignificance and humility.
"Is this... the Black Dragon King...?"
Wilson knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold hard black gold stone surface, his mind recalling that terrifying black giant dragon.
The imposing black shadow etched deeply into Wilson’s mind.
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