"Hold the line! No retreat!! Our reinforcents will arrive soon!"
Bradley the Seventh—Ivan, clad in a full set of top-level magic armor and wielding a legendary greatsword, stood at the forefront of the wall, shouting in anger.
From ti to ti, he swung his greatsword and slashed the Fishman Warriors who charged up the wall into two.
Torrential rain mixed with the Fish People’s blood, flowing down from the armor, Ivan’s mood was extrely oppressive at this mont.
Over these years, he still hadn’t taken the final step.
Out of desperation, he finally endured the pain of spending a huge price to engage the famous Free Forces leader of the ’Winter Snow Adventurer Group’, a legendary Barbarian to make a move.
However, that legendary Barbarian powerhouse actually broke his word. So much ti has passed since the war began, the kingdom’s army suffered seventy-eighty thousand casualties, yet still no sign of him.
This made Ivan sowhat angry, and sowhat desolate.
His ambition to reinvigorate the Yalbit Kingdom ultimately shattered and halted here in the hands of the Sha Hua Fish People.
As for why not sign a contract with that legendary Barbarian powerhouse?
The declining Yalbit Kingdom, does it have the qualification to demand anything from a legendary powerhouse?
Even just accepting is already giving face to the kingdom.
It’s just that, unexpectedly...
"The Winter Snow rcenary Corps...." Ivan’s eyes were blood red, his expression fierce.
In the numbness and rage, Ivan frantically wielded his legendary greatsword, slaughtering one Fishman Warrior after another.
It was unknown how much ti passed before a figure appeared beside him.
"Your Majesty, we should leave." Dakman, clad in a mage robe, sighed.
Ivan stopped swinging his sword and looked at this elderly second seat of the Kingdom Court Mage Team, remained silent for a mont, and finally nodded.
Seeing His Majesty’s nod, Dakman’s thoughts moved, an Any Gate instantly appeared in front of the two, they stepped into it and vanished.
In the pouring rain, several Warriors witnessing this scene were a bit confused and dazed, but before they realized that their king had abandoned them, they were pierced and killed by the weapons of several advanced four-ard Fishman Warriors climbing onto the wall.
The wall’s battle lines officially collapsed.
The kingdom could no longer produce magic scrolls to save the scene.
It wasn’t known whether they had run out, or they realized the situation was irretrievable, and thus chose not to waste precious trump cards.
Babakar watched the collapsing wall battle lines, seeing countless Fishman Warriors rush up and slaughter the Human Warriors with gusto, the kingdom’s side showed no reaction, he suddenly grinned wildly.
"Out of trump cards, eh? Hahahahaha...." Amid wild laughter, Babakar’s figure transford into a blue light, charging into the royal city, preparing to initiate a massacre.
Using the entire royal city, with a million humans as sacrificial offerings for a ceremony, to remove the side effects after his promotion to legendary. If that wasn’t enough, he would continue to slaughter humans in other cities until it sufficed. Without the defense line of the royal city, the remaining territories and cities of the Yalbit Kingdom were like undefended cakes, completely at the rcy of the invaders to devour.
Of course, this was just Babakar’s wishful thinking, but now, in madness, he could only entrust himself to this thod he presud.
anwhile, a super miniaturized little demon dragon, reduced to only a dozen centiters in size, seized the opportunity of the wall’s breach and flew into the royal palace.
The master’s first order was to scavenge the kingdom’s treasury amid the battle between both sides.
The treasures here weren’t just gold, silver, elental crystal stones, magic ores, but most importantly, the knowledge of magic, the knowledge of professions.
This was what Black Wing Nest needed most.
Although almost anything could be bought in the Abyss’s All Realms Comrce Association, the prices were exorbitant, and with Black Wing Nest’s wealth accumulation, it couldn’t buy much.
Earlier, purchasing a small batch of mid-low level magic knowledge consud two-thirds of the wealth accumulated over a dozen years, then buying several blood and qi professions suited for monsters consud quite a bit of wealth too.
Now Black Wing Nest’s remaining wealth was scant—at least from Udi’s perspective it was.
Moreover, buying things was too expensive and slow, how could it compare with looting in terms of cost and speed?
Therefore, upon knowing that Sha Hua Fish People were to launch the final assault on the Yalbit Kingdom, the Black Dragon Lord set his eyes on the kingdom’s millennia-accumulated wealth.
He was determined to obtain these treasures!
The little demon dragon ventured deep into the royal palace, relying on its treasure-seeking instincts, quickly arriving in front of a secret treasury.
A flash of black light, the gate of the treasury was directly broken open.
The little demon dragon flew inside.
Before its eyes was a mountainous pile of silver coins, along with a handful of gold coins.
In a burst of black light, the little demon dragon vanished, replaced by a terrifying demon dragon over forty-seven ters long. The dragon opened its gigantic mouth, unleashing a terrifying suction force, silver coins, gold coins, transford into a sparkling river of silver and gold, flying into its mouth.
The Abyss Demon Dragon Clan, unable to learn caster professions, is born with a special stomach structure within their body, this stomach is akin to a semi-space, able to store large quantities of items.
The semi-space can expand along with the Abyss Demon Dragon’s growing strength.
In just a few seconds, the demon dragon swallowed all treasures, then shrank its form and continued flying towards another treasure location within the royal palace.
"This is so damned embarrassing." Diya Harut thought irritably.
As ti passed, after breaking open nurous secret treasuries and devouring substantial treasure, for quite so ti Diya Harut Dragon couldn’t sense the presence of royal palace treasures or spiritual light, furrowing its brows,
"Sothing’s wrong, how could a kingdom accumulate so little treasure over a thousand years?.....Could it be that the royal family fled with the treasure?"
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