In the distance, the Lich who was pretending to activate the space gate on the ground could already see the black dragons on the horizon.
They were overwhelming, like a swarm of locusts.
The Undead, hidden in the snow, behind rocks, and lurking in underground spaces, were all ready.
The soul fire in Richie's eye sockets burned wildly.
The Liches floating around Richie all began to quietly gather magic power.
The great battle was imminent, just waiting for the black dragons to get closer. The Undead had to catch them off guard with the first wave and go all out.
The more severely the black dragons were injured, the weaker their defense would be in the subsequent Battle of Dragon's Peak.
Ten kilometers, eight kilometers, six kilometers...
The distance closed in bit by bit, the black dragons charging forward as if they were following a script prewritten by Richie.
