Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 309: 307 Getting Impatient with the Waiting_1

Translator: 549690339

Meteor showers, ice storms, infernal lightning

A variety of spells with a wide range and powerful forces gushes out from the magic cannon’s barrel.

From afar, the cannon fire targets the approaching undead army. The spells’ various attributes unleash a wave of devastation.

Of course, the primary targets are the intangible spectral ghosts or wraiths in the air, who have high resistance to ordinary physical attacks.

The warriors had been fighting tirelessly in Har City and had not expected Taram to suddenly pull out so many magic cannons. Naturally, Catherine, who was commanding the undead attack, couldn’t have anticipated this either.

Watching a large number of ghosts or wraiths wailing and falling from the sky, the soul fire burning in her empty eye sockets intensifies.

She is currently filled with extreme rage

However, she quickly suppresses her emotions. Casting advanced spells with magic cannons consumes an immense amount of magic crystals.

She wants to see how rich the bastards’ reserves are, and whether they can continuously replace magic crystals to attack the undead army.

She isn’t concerned about losses; after all, she has no shortage of undead soldiers.

Quietly, she summons lower-ranking undead to fill their ranks.

Although the undead are abundant, cultivating mid-tier undead takes much more time than creating low-tier ones.

The quantity of magic cannons and their attack coverage are quite good. For a time, the undead army struggles to break through the barrage of high-level magic spells.

Even when one or two lucky ones escape the chaotic bombardment, they are taken down by precise archer shots.

War is a horrifying crucible that quickly consumes resources, money, or manpower, regardless of the race or faction involved.

In a short amount of time, the magic cannons have consumed enough resources to buy a piece of borderland in both the Eastern and Western Empires. There’s no doubt that the cost is high enough to crown themselves as a Duke.

Now, the cycle of consumption begins.

Undead soldiers continuously replenish their ranks, while magic apprentices replace magic crystals in the cannons atop Har City.

However, the quality of the newly summoned undead is declining, and the magic crystals used by Taram’s apprentices are also worsening.

It’s clear that this situation might not last much longer.

Taram is here on behalf of the Stania Floating City. At most, he is just showing some support and not fully backing the defense against the undead in Har City.

To garner a good reputation, they only provide limited support. If they genuinely wanted to fight the undead, they would have brought their entire floating city.

The Death Lord still knows far too little about the whole continent.

The balance of power here is more complicated than he imagines. If the starting point of his arrival on the continent hadn’t been the Dragon Bone Wasteland but instead the two great empires, the outcome might have been very different.

At this time, hidden under the boulders, Otto gazes at the magic cannons atop Har City with envy.

He drools at the sight of them, wishing he could grab one and take a bite to taste the power.

He also considers that the Stania Floating City must belong to the Eastern Felkorde Empire, an essential part of the national defense force.

Among the three floating cities, one belongs to the Western Castilla Empire, and the last one belongs to the elves of Dawn Forest.

Supposedly, the technology of floating cities was first invented by the elves of Dawn Forest.

At the time, they’d freely shared their technology with the Felkorde Empire, then a unified entity, to fight against the invading demons.

The elves had even contributed resources and manpower to help the Felkorde Empire build two floating cities without asking for anything in return.

When Otto learned about the elves’ contributions, he could only describe them as foolish or generous.

Next to him, the Fire of the Crimson Lotus marvels, “The three floating cities truly live up to their reputation. If they weren’t so tough to crack, I would have raided them with my followers long ago!”

“You’d die horribly  ”

Otto remains unyielding in his response.

Stania’s ability to send hundreds of magic cannons to Har City with ease indicates a substantial reserve of more formidable resources.

Moreover, the city has always been a gathering place for skilled spellcasters. Walking down its streets, one might inadvertently encounter a renowned archmage or even a legendary mage.

Those who dare to raid the city like the Fire of the Crimson Lotus would likely be pummeled by a barrage of spells before even glimpsing Stania’s shadow.

Apparently, the Fire of the Crimson Lotus is well aware of this; she scratches her cheek awkwardly and admits, “I only said that in passing, but there was actually a fellow who once attempted it  ”

“Seriously?”

Otto looks at the Fire of the Crimson Lotus in disbelief, while the latter embarrassingly responds, “He was my kin, extremely arrogant. Upon becoming a legend, he believed himself unbeatable.

When he learned how wealthy the three floating cities were, he flew alone, without bringing any of his followers, in an attempt to seize their riches.”

“And then?”

Otto watches the Fire of the Crimson Lotus with interest, and she spreads her hands nonchalantly saying, “He targeted the floating city in the Western Castilla Empire, and the last I heard, his head was still hanging as decoration on the gates of the Crimson Empress’s palace!”

Hearing this, Otto mocks the stupidity of the Red Dragon while lamenting that the era of dragons has passed.

Even the Metal Dragons, who don’t get along with the Color Dragons, would feel outraged to see a Red Dragon’s head used as a decorative trophy in a human palace.

However, in reality, despite their anger, the dragons on the continent can’t do anything against the Western Castilla Empire.

It’s said that the Crimson Empress had once single-handedly killed a dragon, and in the Western Empire, there are multiple elite teams of legendary dragon slayers.

Not to mention their elite armies and various terrifying weapons of war; just the floating cities alone are enough to give the dragons a headache.

The era has changed; now, the rulers of the world are humans, inheritors of a race with an immensely high potential

As Otto is lost in thought, a chorus of dragon roars emerges from the undead formation. One after another, Undead Dragons soar into the sky.

The Death Lord seems to be growing impatient.

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