A baby dragon has built a nest outside the Novice Village

Chapter 97: The End

"That damn dragon."

Rangnick stood in the center of the village, surrounded by dead silence.

There were no living people left in the village. Lannick bathed in their blood and barely recovered from the injuries from the previous battle.

"I should stop here."

Even after recovering, Rangnick didn't think he could beat Farry. He had seen how he intended to evaporate half of the Death Knight's body.

Lannick looked around and made sure that the dragon had not caught up yet. Then, drops of blood oozed out from his fingertips, fell to the ground, and drew a huge magic circle.

In the center of the magic circle, there was a mountain of corpses. The entire village, regardless of gender or age, had all become the "material" for Lannick's spell.

Under Rangnick's spell, the skin of these materials began to melt, the muscles fell off the bones, and the muscle fibers re-entered. The bones began to melt and reorganize, and the muscle fibers that were entangled with the flesh re-attached to these huge bones after the fusion.

Rangnick watched as a foot made of flesh and blood gradually formed, followed by the calf, thigh, and chest. The bodies of the villagers were also being consumed rapidly.

The bodies of the villagers were consumed, and a giant of flesh and blood appeared in front of Lannick.

The quality of the materials this time cannot be compared with the last time in the town cemetery. The strongest of these corpses is just a second-level militia captain. The only advantage is that there are enough of them.

The creation of most undead requires the flesh and blood of a strong person of a certain level, but the researchers in that laboratory obviously took into account the difficulty for survivors to collect the corpses of high-level strong people after the extinction of the undead civilization, and came up with some compromise creation methods.

For example, downgraded manufacturing.

The level of the flesh and blood giant in front of him barely crossed the threshold of level 10, which was a whole level lower than the standard of the laboratory. Lannick looked at the flesh and blood giant in front of him with some nervousness.

Without the help of his bloodline, he could only create one undead at a time. As the dragon might appear again at any time, his best option now was to gather all the corpses and try to create the strongest undead.

But this option carries considerable risks, as the last flesh and blood giant created collapsed shortly after it was formed.

The flesh and blood giant slowly stood up. This time, the flesh and blood giant was very stable and showed no signs of collapse.

"Owner?"

The flesh giant looked at Rangnick on the ground.

"Go down that path and destroy everything you see."

At the end of the road is the main city of this territory - Jianbi Castle.

"Yes Master."

The flesh and blood giant took a step forward and walked towards the huge city in the distance.

There are many strong men of level 7 or 8 in the Jianbi City. With the assistance of a large number of heavy siege weapons of the city guards, the flesh giant will eventually fall.

But before it falls, it can at least plow an unforgettable trail of death in that city.

The residents of the city will watch in horror as people they know are trampled to death like ants, as strong people who were able to protect them in the past die at the hands of undead monsters, and as their own houses are destroyed.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Rangnick's face.

"Then, many of them will survive, living with the fear of the undead."

Lannick looked up at the sky and saw a giant dragon hovering there, looking at him.

"Dragon, you can't ruin our plan."

A rapier made of blood appeared in Lannick's hand. After the original rapier was broken, he could only use these blood swords as a replacement. Vampires traditionally only use the rapiers they were given when they were granted the title. The weapons of other alien races are not elegant enough for vampires. These ancient nobles would rather die than use these inelegant weapons. "Even if I die, I will stop you here."

Bat wings stretched out from behind Rangnick and flew into the air.

Farry looked at the vampire in front of him in confusion. He seemed to suddenly become excited.

But Fary didn't care whether he had any deep hatred or a tragic life experience. Fary just wanted to get rid of him quickly, handle Reinhardt's request, and then go back to his nest to sleep.

Then, a breath of dragon was sprayed towards Rangnick in the air.

"My lord, the border nobles are not very willing to come into direct conflict with Lania."

In the study room in the royal capital, a servant came to the middle-aged man.

"Because of that Lania guard?"

The middle-aged man did not look back. He was packing up the important documents in the study. The remaining unimportant documents would be taken to the courtyard and burned by the soldiers later.

"Yes, that guard helped them solve a lot of troubles caused by those undead spirits."

The middle-aged man finally stuffed the last document into the box, handed it to a soldier beside him, and asked him to carry it out.

Soon, this document will leave the royal capital along with the carriage, which is located on the path of the Death Knight Legion.

The church's army was still on their way, only that quasi-legend arrived ahead of time.

The undeads really couldn't do anything to him, but their advantage in numbers allowed them to ignore the quasi-legend and flatten the capital.

After all, even if these undead spirits did not resist at all, it would take the quasi-legendary a week or two to eliminate all of them.

"The king is beyond saving."

The middle-aged man was ready to evacuate.

"Tell them that since they don't intend to clash with Lannia's people, they should prepare their troops. Soon they will be able to take over the territories of the old nobles. Those places will soon become ownerless lands."

The purpose of the quasi-legend arriving here was very clear, that was to kill the death knight. After losing their commander, the ordinary undead would scatter blindly and randomly attack the living around them.

The flood of undead will become a pool of stagnant water without a destination, so that other kingdoms on the original path of the undead army will not be affected too much.

However, the territories of the old nobles around the royal capital will suffer.

Of course the middle-aged man would not sympathize with them. If they had taken out a portion of their own property to urgently summon all retired soldiers and adventurers in the country to form a new army and build a defense line at the call of the king, these undead would not have arrived outside the royal capital so easily.

"Sir, the car is ready."

The middle-aged man straightened his clothes and followed the servant through the mansion to the carriage parked on the side of the road.

"It's so quiet, there's not many people on the road."

He took one last look at the surroundings. When he came back next time, there would probably be only ruins left.

"Perhaps His Majesty has already moved all the troops to the direction where the Undead Legion is attacking."

The coachman in front responded casually, the middle-aged man closed the carriage door, and the carriage slowly moved.

(End of this chapter)