Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 589 - 589 277 Undead Counterattack Happy New Year_2

589: Chapter 277 Undead Counterattack (Happy New Year)_2 589: Chapter 277 Undead Counterattack (Happy New Year)_2 Dragon Claw Fortress has begun to plan the Spirit Protection Holy Tower from the drawings.

As long as magic lighthouses are quickly established at the kingdom’s border passes to resist the undead invasion, the situation can be stabilized even if the army retreats back into Orland territory.

Lydwen contemplated, turned his Mount Dragon, and urged the Overlord to continue spreading flames to eradicate the gradually dispersing corpse tide below and the scattered Corpse Demons in the sky…

If the experience of the opponent unearthed wasn’t quite convincing, Lydwen would even suspect whether this disaster was a scheme orchestrated by that young Wizard and a possible group of Spellcasters behind him, seeking vengeance on Kantadar?

He shook his head inwardly, temporarily dismissing this essential suspicion, thinking if that young man truly possessed such power, there wouldn’t be any need for such trouble…

What secrets does this young Baron from the Thorny Flower Family hold, and can they be fully utilized for oneself?

It can be investigated slowly after the battle…

Gazing at the battlefield below, already cleaning up the aftermath, with the help of veteran Trosa commanding the overall situation, Lydwen gradually started contemplating how to quickly head south, reunite with that troublesome little daughter, and leverage the so-called Alliance from the Sobonitz Domain to push the undead entirely to the south of Kantadar.

At this moment.

A wave of rather restless emotions suddenly entered his mind.

Feeling the alertness and unease from the dragon beast beneath him, Lydwen III refocused on the sky before him.

The sound of the wind at his ears, the clash below…..

within eyesight, his vision seemed to be stained by an unreal distortion.

Seated on the dragon saddle, he urged the Overlord to return to his own army’s formation above.

As the dragon wings flapped, Lydwen’s gaze swept around, trying to capture the subtle wave that made the Overlord intuitively uneasy.

Just as he flew lower, nearing the Orland Formation, a piercing thunderous sound erupted violently overhead, like the roar of a giant beast shaking every inch of space.

Lydwen suddenly looked up.

In his sight, a seemingly terrifying giant beast pierced through the broken dark clouds, charging straight towards him.

Was that…

an undead flying dragon?!

The skeletal dragon’s body flickered with eerie glimmers, Nether fire danced in its huge skeletal skull, and crimson wings like ghost fire in the dead of night emitted a foreboding mist.

No time to feel angered that a symbol of bloodline was desecrated in such a way, Orland Monarch heard the trembling raspy roar.

“—Lydwen!”

Atop the Corpse Dragon’s saddle, the corpse demon lord with a haggard face had eyes seemingly connected to the abyss, and the undead flying dragon let out a piercing scream.

The experience of aerial warfare cultivated in the civil war drove Lydwen to immediately urge the Overlord to turn towards low altitude.

The swift Nether Dragon trailing ghostly light flapped violent winds, closely pursuing, alongside with it, came countless Corpse Demons and Bat Ghosts.

Whistling cold winds swept over a stern face, Lydwen glanced back at the pursuing undead, discovering in shock that the speed of the Corpse Dragon was unimaginably fast, seemingly indifferent to the resistance of the wind.

No time left to create distance, Lydwen sharply pulled the reins, commanding the Overlord to flap giant wings and rise on the wind, pivoting mid-air, opening its mouth to unleash Dragon Breath.

——Roar!!

A storm-like scorching fire column shot towards the Corpse Dragon through the air.

The skeletal flying dragon almost simultaneously opened its mouth.

A dark green magic flame similarly spewed from the undead flying dragon’s mouth, heading directly toward him.

——Boom!!

One red, one green, two surging elemental energies suddenly collided mid-air, the intertwining flames and Nether fire emitted a dazzling pulse, nearly illuminating the entire semi-light, semi-dark sky.

The convergence of two forces of destruction burned continuously, generating rolling heat waves, the air was thick with the scent of sulfur and the stench of decay, the forces continued to clash.

Finally, the two flying dragons crossed each other, the collision of giant beasts erupted with loud noise.

The Nether Dragon and Fire Dragon entangled together.

Their forms rolled and spun in the air, each clash accompanied by terrifying dragon roars, together plummeting from the sky to the ground.

The rising dust spread, the Forbidden Guards rushed in horror to the battlefield where the King had fallen, yet they noticed the Corpse Ghosts scattered around the mountain stopped retreating into the clouds at some point.

Stagnant undead turned back, facing the pursuing warriors, howled at the sky, and once more charged at the living on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, beyond the distant hill, countless tattered battle flags flapping fiercely entered the sight of the Orland soldiers under the clouds…

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Baldim County.

Eastern Kantadar frontier.

The surging river now serves as the natural border separating Kantadar from Seryan.

Although this once belonged to Seryan territory, it has been occupied by Kantadar people since the war occurred hundreds of years ago.

The Black Steed leisurely paced under the twilight, drinking joyfully at the shore.

Leon sat half-reclined on a large stone by the riverbank, gazing at the dark land across the water.

Behind him stood knights, solemly guarding the Commander of the army.

This place is one of the starting points for Kantadar’s Eastern invasion, but within a year, everything here and across the river has changed.

“We can go home now, but I don’t know, I can’t even imagine, what if our families….”

Lokhak stopped speaking, grasping his friend’s shoulder, looking towards their homeland, heart heavy with sorrow.

“Whatever we see in the end, we must face it.

I promise you, even in the worst situation, I will find a way to bring peace to everyone’s relatives.” Leon patted his brother’s back.

He stood up, whistled, and the Black Steed instantly jumped joyfully, lightly stepping its hooves to return to its master.

Leon mounted his steed, momentarily withdrawing his gaze.

More than half a month of rapid conquest by the Alliance toward south of Kilmerton Pass has finally roughly reclaimed all major towns within Baldim County.

The territory has been pushed to the Kantadar border, Rolannar is already close at hand.

Currently, the army is just over a hundred kilometers away from Holy Land City.

Unfortunately.

Days of continuous battle have left the army fatigued, and the specifics of how to advance into Seryan territory to reclaim Lola’s residence still require reconnaissance, regrouping, and careful planning.

Command the knights to return to the recently seized frontier town.

Walking along the path, Leon noticed Olivia sensitively lift her head.

He habitually followed the trajectory of his biological radar’s gaze.

In the direction of the setting sun, a small black dot was rapidly approaching.

“It’s that Lord Tiger who followed Count Langstone south.” Olivia turned to remind.

Among the alliance, the elderly Lion Scorpion Knight was not unfamiliar to everyone.

It was heard that neither he nor his Lion Scorpion companion had participated in battles for many years due to their age, hence they escaped the fate of joining King Aviut’s East Expedition Army.

Watching the opponent descend into the town, Leon squeezed his horse’s flank, accelerating his pace.

“Let’s go see, I hope Count Langstone isn’t urging me to head south again.” Leon resignedly.

The group swiftly returned to the military camp.

Soon, they saw Kovis with a serious expression urgently sprinting toward them.

Leon felt slightly ominous, dismounted and greeted him.

“What happened?”

“…..My Lord!

Lord Tiger reports that Achelita Town is lost!

The army defending the south suffered a great defeat, Count Langstone died in battle!

Baron Balfe is severely injured!…”