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"came back."

The members of the Hell's Disaster Family on the command tower of the Vicious Temple all breathed a sigh of relief, their whispers almost drowning out the whimpering of the cold wind. Everyone's expression was slightly relaxed, but the worry in their eyes had not completely dissipated. After all, what they did was really...

Durias slowly put down the telescope in his hand, his fingers unconsciously clenched the fence, and his eyes followed the formation approaching in the distance.

As one of the planners of the operation, he knew very well that there was a formation when setting out and there was also a formation when returning, and different return formations represented different results.

He knew that the raid had failed, as he had predicted.

"Fortunately, they are all back."

He murmured, looking up at the approaching dragon and raider in the distance. His heart was still beating violently, but the pressure in his chest began to slowly dissipate. The tension in his heart receded like a tide, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little, but there were still residual ripples. He knew that this raid was a political signal, and once the raid began, there would be no turning back.

Although the operation failed, his daughter, his son, his nephew, and other members of his family returned safely.

He closed his eyes, trying to engrave this moment deeply in his memory. He sighed softly, with a mixture of complex emotions in his voice, an emotion that only a veteran of many battles could release, a feeling of relief and deep worry.

"This time, fate is both on our side and not on our side." He whispered, his tone showing both relief and vulnerability. Then, his expression became serious, "Let them fly!"

There were a total of 19 raiding ships, 13 of which were deployed in the first wave of battles, and 6 were used as the second wave. This wave did not refer to the second wave in the raid, but the second largest wave of operations.

In the sailing age, there was a type of ammunition that used an iron chain to link two iron balls together to limit the movement of enemy ships. It was called: chain bullets.

Now, these six raiding ships were lined up on the deck in pairs.

After receiving the order to take action, the two assault ships in the first row connected by iron cables completed the lifting action, that is, they rose into the air. This is the normal way for assault ships to take off, and no slide is required. Duruchi does not have any steam catapult technology.

When the two sorceresses waved the yellow flag indicating that they were ready, the two assault ships completed the ignition almost at the same time, and then flew towards Naggarond like two lovebirds flying together.

Then came the second and third groups.

How many strange tactics can be derived from two assault ships connected by iron chains, such as a suicide attack on the dragon's spine, or ultra-low-altitude flight to restrict the behemoth or harvest the infantry, etc., making full use of the iron chains.

But this time, it was just a routine operation. The iron chain was a normal iron chain, without spikes or razors, but wrapped in a thick curtain.

"Kid, have you made up your mind?" After watching the assault ship disappear into the distant sky, Modax slowly turned his head to look at Malok.

Malok did not hesitate or wander. He just looked at the Dragon Queen with a firm gaze and nodded.

"Then...shall we go?" Modax stared at Malok, with a rare hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"I..." Malok knew what Modax was expressing. It was a protective gesture, an emotion that did not want him to go on alone.

He wanted to refuse, because Modax's behavior made him look like a child, a child thousands of years old, but he didn't refuse in the end. The words on his lips turned into a sigh. He nodded again. He didn't want to reject the feeling of being cared for by his family.

Now he likes this feeling. He is no longer alone and has to face things and bear things alone. When he gets hurt, he has to curl up and lick his wounds by himself. Now he has family, friends and company.

"You stay here." Modax nodded in response to Malok, then looked at the other dragons and gave the order.

"Maybe we should have taken a boat."

“We understand…”

"Don't steal Daxus's limelight? Yes, the limelight!"

Ashdale and Callerdale laughed in response.

Malok walked to the center of the deck, each step was awe-inspiring and steady. When he was in position, his body began to change. The black scales that originally covered his back shone with a strange glow, and then gradually expanded as if burning. His limbs quickly lengthened, his tail became longer, and his scales shone with a steel-like luster.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a huge monster with a total length of nearly eighty meters.

Each of his scales was like an indestructible shield, and his wings spread out, blocking out the sun. He gently flapped his wings, and this movement alone caused a violent storm, blowing up the dust and snow on the deck. The soldiers standing in the distance preparing to board the ship involuntarily stepped back a few steps, their eyes filled with awe and amazement.

He leaned forward slightly, and kicked his legs hard, making a low roar. His huge body instantly soared into the air, and his huge wings spread out, making a deafening explosion in the air. His figure quickly rose into the air, and the sky was distorted because of his takeoff, and even the lead-gray clouds seemed to be torn apart.

Modax watched Malok's figure gradually rise, and a touch of tenderness and determination flashed in her eyes. Then, she walked steadily to the center of the deck and took a deep breath.

Her body shape also began to change.

As her scales changed, they emitted a luster of dark gold and bronze, like an ancient god of war in armor. Her tail swung with a low whistle, and the marble under her feet even groaned under the weight, but her movements were graceful and light.

When the transformation was complete, she turned into a giant dragon that was almost as big as Malok, with her wings spread out, seeming to split the sky above the entire deck in two. She roared, a majestic dragon declaration.

Then, she flapped her wings violently, her body suddenly rose high, following Malok's trajectory, and soared into the sky.

The soldiers and dragons present watched Modax and Malok fly into the sky. The air around them seemed to be vibrating, and everyone felt an indescribable power, a kind of glory and majesty that belonged only to the dragon race.

The assault ships, which did not need to climb, approached the target area at a very fast speed. In a short while, a group of assault ships arrived at the east side of the huge military camp. When they arrived at the designated location, the engines gradually turned off, and the assault ships hovered quietly in the air. The sorceresses began to guide the energy surging in the arcane ball and injected it into the assault ships, forming an invisible force that allowed the assault ships to be firmly fixed in the sky, like a floating fortress.

Then, the assault ship on the left began to maneuver sideways, slowly pulling away from the assault ship in the distance. When the iron chain between the two ships was almost stretched straight, the assault ship stopped moving.

At this moment, this group of assault ships were nearly a hundred meters apart.

The other group of assault ships was still flying to the west of the military camp, but the group of assault ships heading to the city wall of Naggarond had already been deployed.

Malekith, who was standing on the city wall, looked up at the raiding ship that was frozen not far away, and the loyal dignitaries around him also turned their eyes. He stood there and watched quietly, watching the soldiers on the raiding ship move, watching several soldiers pick up the bolt cutters hanging by the fence and aim them at the curtain extension device.

At the same time, the sorceress raised a bright red flag and waved it slowly for final confirmation. The entire group of soldiers on the raider held their breath, waiting for the order to come.

"put!"

As the flag suddenly fell, the teeth of the bolt cutters closed tightly and cut the curtain extension device. The next second, a huge curtain measuring 100 meters by 100 meters unfolded vertically from the side of the raider, like a giant curtain falling from the sky.

However, unlike ordinary curtains, this huge curtain did not flutter in the wind. Instead, it was suspended steadily in the air under a spell, like a huge holographic screen, with a strange luster on its surface, which was particularly conspicuous in the sky, making it difficult for people not to notice it.

When the curtain was fully opened, Malekith, who had been watching all this quietly, could no longer remain silent. The sudden feeling of shame was beyond his tolerance. He was so silent that it was almost terrifying that he could not help but stretch out his iron hand to cover his eyes.

The curtain was a portrait of Malekith. In the painting, he had his upper body exposed and was wearing midnight armor. The dark metal surface emitted a faint luster, as deep and oppressive as the night.

His eyes were burning, emitting faint flames, staring at the crowd below, bringing a strong sense of oppression. They were really burning, and the picture was presented through magic, not superb painting skills.

Even more striking is his gesture. He extends an iron finger and points it straight ahead, as if looking directly at the portrait, or as if silently calling out, with an irresistible force.

The portrait was originally drawn by Renn, based on the classic Uncle Sam. When Darkius showed it to Malekith, he was intrigued and took Darkius's advice and drew it himself with magic, making the painting even more vivid. The Midnight Armor is not only a symbol of strength and authority, but also a manifestation of ruthless determination. Every detail in the painting is portrayed vividly, showing his fearless will and absolute control of power.

There are two more paragraphs written in Drusil below. The first one is: Embrace the new era! The second one is: Join my army!

This painting instantly filled the entire sky with a kind of...funny majesty.

Just like watching TV on the sofa in the living room, Daxus, who happened to see this scene, laughed uncontrollably.

Draka, Kira and Hirsis had seen this painting several years ago, but not directly. At that time, the portrait was only printed on a document that could be held in the hand. Now...

Draka lost control of his expression when he saw this scene. His mouth twitched, and then he clenched his teeth tightly, as if he had used up all his strength to prevent himself from laughing in front of the Witch King. Kira turned his head and pretended to watch the giant dragon flying towards them from a distance, as if the dragon was more worthy of attention than this funny scene. Hirsis covered his face with one hand and his stomach with the other, trying his best to control himself and stop his shoulders from shaking.

Annasara and Newkle stood aside, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

The performances of other dignitaries were even more spectacular.

Some people stood there stiffly, their mouths twitching wildly; some simply lowered their heads and covered their faces with their hands, pretending to cough; others looked at Anasara and her son, their expressions full of admiration...

They knew that in Naggaroth, only Dacus could do this, and only Dacus dared to do this. No matter how imaginative they were, they could not have imagined that Dacus would announce his return in this way.

The position of the assault ship parked above the wall of Naggarond was too good. The huge curtain was like a real sharp blade, piercing the hearts of every soldier on the ground who could see the curtain.

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The commotion in the barracks became more and more obvious, and the soldiers looked up at the scene that could not be ignored. Some high-ranking officers who knew something about the situation turned pale. They knew that they were finished. When this terrifying scene appeared, they completely lost the command of the troops. And more people looked at each other, not knowing what was going on and what to do next.

Malekith lowered his iron hand that was covering his eyes and glanced around coldly, as if winter had arrived. All those who tried to laugh were quickly silenced at this moment. Draka avoided his sight and turned to look at the curtain, Kira continued to look at the sky, and Hirsis instantly put on an expression that said, "I didn't see anything."

However, he was in a very good mood at the moment and ignored the subtle reactions of these dignitaries. His eyes were fixed on the two flying dragons in the east. He watched the dragons fly over the military camp. Their huge bodies brought up fierce air currents, blowing over the unsuspecting soldiers and knocking over the tents of those who stood too straight. The military camp was in chaos for a moment, but the dragons remained unmoved and continued to soar, turning to the west.

His eyes became fiery, staring at the giant dragon completing an elegant turn in the air and flying towards him. As the giant dragon approached, the sense of oppression in the air became stronger, and even the flags on the city wall were fluttering.

At this time, Koulan couldn't help but cast a questioning look at him, but he just waved his hand slightly, signaling Koulan to be patient.

The giant dragon in the front aimed at the city wall, swooped down, and suddenly turned into a human form in the air dozens of meters above the city wall. When he landed, his movements were as smooth as flowing water, and he stood steadily not far away, silent and majestic. Another giant dragon following closely behind also turned into a human form in the same way. With the help of equipment, his posture was upright and imposing, standing shoulder to shoulder with the former.

The two dragons walked slowly towards Malekith, one in front and one behind. Their steps were steady and their movements carried the unique power of dragons.

At this time, Kolan, holding the scarlet halberd tightly, stood in front of Malekith, staring at the two dragons. The dragon in front was nearly two meters and a half tall. Although he was wearing a weird robe, the robe could not hide the explosive muscles behind him. He could feel the terrifying power contained in the dragon, which made him have to be on guard.

Malekith took a step forward and glanced at Kolan. His eyes were full of speechlessness and reproach, as if he was mocking Kolan's excessive nervousness. Kolan hesitated for a moment, but finally lowered his halberd and stepped aside. When Kolan stepped aside, he stepped forward again and stared at the newcomer from a few steps away.

"Skakuzar!"

The sound was loud and deep, like thunder coming from the sky.

The Duruchi nobles, who were shocked and eager, opened their eyes wide when they heard the name. They knew that the dragon was introducing itself, but what surprised them even more was that the dragon actually spoke standard Elsalin, with each word pronounced clearly and accurately, which meant that this dragon was different from a black dragon, but could communicate like the fire dragons of Ulthuan.

And then nothing happened. Even a small number of powerful people with a family background and deep heritage only knew that it was a name, and the specific meaning was unknown.

"Of course, you can also call me Malok," Skakuzar added, with a hint of unquestionable confidence in his tone. He was tall, with metallic scales gleaming in the dim light, and his dragon claws stretched out, exuding an invisible pressure from the thick scales and strong claws.

Annasara and Newkel looked at each other. The Hell Disaster Family was one of the few families with a heritage, and both mother and son knew the meaning of the name Mallock.

Malekith stepped forward without hesitation, stretched out his iron hand, and held Malok's claw together. The huge dragon claw almost wrapped around his arm, but he didn't care, and even a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth behind the mask.

"Malekis!"

He said loudly, with joy in his tone. The handshake was only for a moment. He took a step back and looked up at Malok, his eyes revealing eagerness and respect. He originally wanted to go a step further and give Malok a sincere hug, but looking at Malok's almost sky-blocking body, he quickly gave up the idea.

"Modax." The other dragon who had been standing quietly beside Malok also stepped forward. Her voice was steady and magnetic, with the unique majesty of a dragon.

"Nagaroth welcomes you!"

Malekith said with a loud laugh, his laughter echoing above the city wall. He turned and grabbed Malok's claws, and waved his other iron hand towards Mordax, signaling Mordax to come forward. His voice was loud and full of majesty, as if it could penetrate the clouds.

"It is your honor today. These two are our allies and your new companions! Skakuzar, or you can call him Malok! And Modax! Two great and noble... red dragons!"

The faces of the Duruchi nobles on the city wall were full of complex expressions, shock, curiosity, and even a little fear. The dragon's aura, like a giant between heaven and earth, oppressed their nerves, especially Malok's metallic voice still echoing in their ears. Some of them communicated with their eyes, but most of them were looking at Anasara and her son, and some had stiff expressions, still unable to recover from the shock just now.

"From now on, they will live with us and fight alongside us! Now, let us prove with our actions that we deserve such allies!" Malekith looked around the audience, his tone full of irresistible authority and determination. His figure stood on the city wall, like a beacon in the deep night, and every word seemed to strike the hearts of the dignitaries.

These words made some of the nobles on the wall even more stunned. The impression they had of Malekith, the cold, paranoid, and distrustful Witch King, had changed beyond all recognition and even disappeared without a trace. In his place, there was a brand new Malekith, a Witch King who was willing to describe other creatures as allies and living together.

In the past, Malekith would never say this. He would use such cold words as lizards, reptiles and slaves to describe dragons. Now, such gentle and even generous words, coming out of his mouth, are like a spell, subverting the cognition of the powerful.

Some people couldn't help but wonder: How powerful is Daxus to make Malekith change like this?

The scene on the city wall became cold for a moment, and everyone seemed to be caught up in indescribable complex emotions, but this cold atmosphere only lasted for a moment.

The nobles who reacted burst into enthusiastic responses, applause and cheers rang out, and the sound waves circled above the city wall, as if to break through the lead-gray sky. Some people echoed Malekith's words loudly, some raised their hands to welcome him, and some even raised their arms and shouted excitedly, as if they wanted to integrate themselves into this grand scene.

Their reaction was not pure awe, but a kind of cheering mixed with complex emotions after being shocked by the power of the dragon and the changes of Malekith. They need time to adapt, they know that this is the new chapter of Naggaroth, and an unstoppable new era is coming!

At this time, huge curtains slowly unfolded in the west and east of the military camp. These two curtains did not have the portrait of Malekith, but were more practical and direct connection diagrams.

The connection diagram is based on soldiers, extending from the bottom, with dense lines spreading upward, depicting a detailed promotion route in the Druchi army. The purpose is to let the soldiers see their position and every step of their future development path.

To the left of the soldiers are officers, Black Watch Guards, Edict Knights, and Credan, indicating the various branches they can choose from, and at the top are clearly depicted sufficient and specific promotion directions.

Different from what Draka, Kira and Hirsis had seen a few years ago, this connection map was more detailed and specific. The promotion path of Credan was broken down into five levels, each of which was divided into five sub-levels, just like the divisions of lieutenants and colonels into senior, middle and junior levels. The levels were clear and easy to see at a glance.

In order to take into account the understanding ability of most soldiers, Dacus not only marked the text, but also thoughtfully drew abstract head crowns and horn crowns as visual symbols to represent the meaning of various military ranks. The horn crown is a symbol of status in the Duruchi army. Soldiers may not be able to read, but they can definitely recognize the styles of different horn crowns and the prestige and glory they represent.

In addition, the Sovereigns corresponding to the promotion were also marked on the connection diagram. Taking into account that many soldiers were unfamiliar with words and numbers, Daxus used intuitive images to express the generosity of the rewards: a pile of Sovereign gold coins stacked high, shining brightly next to the promotion route.

The screen is colorful, which can show gold and silver, and the screen is large and clear, and will not drift with the wind and become erratic. Therefore, the screen presents a very impressive image to the soldiers, and the luster of gold and silver is particularly eye-catching on the huge and stable screen.

This connection diagram is like a visual guide, directly conveying the motivation of working hard for glory and getting promoted to gain wealth.

The soldiers present do not need to work hard to decipher the text, nor do they need to understand complicated rules. They just need to calm down and slowly look along the connection diagram to clearly understand their future path and the rewards they will receive.

This huge curtain is like a window of enlightenment, allowing every soldier to find his own possibilities. (End of this chapter)