Chapter 262: Flag (1) (1/2)
Three hundred and several decades ago.
Ancient Black Dragon Malekith led the Dragonflights under his command and began a war of conquest.
In a continent where the ancient elves and ancient dwarves that built powerful civilizations in the ancient times had disappeared, no one could stop Malekith’s Dragonflights.
The southern region was instantly devastated, and Malekith’s forces did not only include Dragonflights as a huge army composed of orcs, goblins, fallen Lycanthropes, and so on in the tens of thousands also joined the war.
In normal wars of conquest, the conquerors tended to refrain from killing, burning, and looting to some extent because their purpose was to rule over the land and not to destroy it. But Malekith’s legion did not do that at all.
Because Malekith’s war of conquest differed from a normal war of conquest.
“To begin with, there are too many humans.”
Malekith had no desire to occupy a continent full of humans.
No, it wasn’t just the humans.
There were too many inferior races that were like bugs in his eyes.
The whole continent seemed to be a nest of bugs.
“So let’s clean it up.”
Clean the place he lived in.
That was the reason why he inducted orcs and goblins too.
Let the barbarians fight it out among themselves.
Get rid of bugs by using other bugs.
If the orcs and goblins fought with humans and killed each other in the battlefield, the continent would be clean enough.
Therefore, Malekith’s legion was ruthless.
They did not hesitate to slaughter the humans in their occupied territories as they ruthlessly destroyed towns and cities.
Malekith became a symbol of fear.
He and his Dragonflights caused immense fear and terror.
And ironically, that was how the south united. Their fear of Malekith and the Dragonflights was the catalyst for unity.
The great hero Carlos and his seven knights from the south rose against the oppressors.
The demigod Lion D. Sälen who was known for his courage in the center of the continent also joined the war with the knights under his leadership. The Guardians of the Holy Cross that had been defending mankind from the demons were also added to the forces, declaring Malekith and his Dragonflights to be a horde of demons.
Humans, elves, and dwarves.
Different races united under the prominent heroes, Carlos and Lion, bringing about disastrous losses to Malekith and his Dragonflights who had been boasting of their invincibility.
“I… shall definitely return.”
Malekith was fatally wounded and fell due to the sacrifice of the great hero Carlos, falling into a deep sleep after leaving behind those words. And the half-destroyed Dragonflights fled to the far seas that were out of the humans’ reach in order to protect their defenseless ruler.
More than three hundred years later.
Malekith’s resurrection was nearing now.
Necromancer Sicilia, Malekith’s lover and one of the Three Knights, gazed nervously towards the north.
Because something impossible had happened.
“The fleet is gone.”
The southern army that had gathered at Argon Port suddenly disappeared without a trace.
It did not scatter to the surrounding ports, nor did it sail out the sea.
It literally disappeared.
“Calm down, Sicilia.”
Dragon General Orga was also puzzled, but he tried to maintain his composure.
“No matter where they disappeared to, they will all end up in this place. No, there’s no guarantee that they know of the location of this place to begin with.”
Orga paused for a moment and caught his breath.
He continued his words as if he was talking to himself.
“Time is on our side. All we have to do is hang in there until my father wakes up. So we block the sea. We just need to thoroughly monitor the sea around the island.”
Wherever they would be coming from, their destination was obvious.
If that was the case, it would be better for Orga’s side to strengthen their defense rather than getting caught up by their enemy’s tactics.
“Is that so?”
Having regained her composure to some extent, Sicilia awkwardly smiled before asking, and Orga nodded to her.
“It is. After all, the only thing they can use is a ship. It’s possible for them to fly in the sky, but it will be too much for them to transport a huge army with that. Moreover, we are the rulers of the sky and can easily take them down there.”
The more that he talked, the more that her anxious mind calmed down.
Because it was true that they only needed to closely monitor the sea around the island.
“Include some of the Dragonflights into the troops monitoring the surrounding waters. Even if those humans hide their appearance with illusion magic, they will be powerless in front of our dragons who can see through such magic.”
“I understand.”
Sicilia was finally relieved and brightly smiled, and Orga seemed to understand why his father made this elf his lover.
‘I want her.’
Orga was someone who strongly inherited Malekith’s blood.
No one in the Dragonflights was greedier than him.
But Orga restrained himself. He knew very well that his father was the greediest.
His future would only be death by his father’s hands if he rashly touched his father’s possessions, even if he was the child with the strongest blood or the leader of the Dragonflights.
“General Orga?”
“How much time do we have left?”
Orga changed the subject by asking a question, and Sicilia smiled again before replying.
“Not much time is left. Lord Malekith will wake up in three or more days at the most.”
Sicilia had been waiting for Malekith to wake up again for three hundred years.
What she desired was the complete destruction of the Forest of Eternity and the high elf royal family.
Malekith was the only one who could achieve this.
“I see, not much time is left.”
Only three more days or so.
Their time of hiding in this small island would soon be over.
Not much time was left before Malekith returns and conquers the continent.
And a day passed.
The second day passed.
The human fleet did not appear.
The wyverns under the Dragonflights led by the dragons took turns in monitoring the entire sea, but they could not find even a single boat.
But Orga remained vigilant.
As the time of Malekith’s resurrection approached, he had the sea monitored more thoroughly.
And another day passed.
The morning the day before Malekith’s resurrection.
Orga had mingled all night with his own sisters in order to increase the number of Dragonflights, and he stood by the window as he watched the rising morning sun.
The buildings on the island which the goblin slaves used were generally low, and the tallest was only three stories high.
Malekith was sleeping deep in the island’s underground, so there was no need for such tall and huge buildings in the first place.
“One more day now.”
Orga faced the morning sun and stepped forward.
It was to shift back from his human form to his dragon form and fly high into the sky.
For him, it was very much pleasurable to look down on the ground from a high place.
But at that very moment.
The moment when he was about to kick the ground and fly to the air.
Kabooooooooooom!
A loud explosion was heard.
The whole island shook as if an earthquake had struck, and explosions resounded one after another.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It wasn’t an earthquake. It was evidently a manmade explosion.
“Sicilia!”
Orga shouted with Magic Words as he kicked the ground. After transforming into his dragon form, he flapped his wings and flew away in order to view the entire island.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the midst of that, the explosions continued.
Orga looked down the ground.
Explosions occurred in the buildings where the slaves lived. Fires were raging in all directions, and the incredibly frightened wyverns and slaves were scrambling to put out the fires.
“Catch them! They’re here!”
“Capture them! Capture them!”
Voices echoed from everywhere.
Women with reddish-pink hair and dressed in black were running around the ground and causing chaos.
Their numbers seemed to be in the dozens.
‘No! Those are illusions!’
The eyes of a dragon could see through magic.
Those women were all just illusions.
Then where was the real person?
“General Orga! Dragonflights!”
A few elves who were Sicilia’s servants shouted from the ground.
Because in their eyes that couldn’t see through illusions with a single glance like Orga, they thought that they were being attacked by the enemy.
‘No, we’re under a surprise attack.’
The exact number of their enemies was not known, but explosions continued to occur in all directions.
It seemed like the humans had sent an elite few.
“General Orga!”
Orga didn’t respond immediately to them.
Instead of trampling the elves who dared to urge him, he focused his attention to a certain place.
He sensed a gaze staring at him from someone standing on the edge of the island.
A human being.