Chapter 1137: Lure the Tiger Away From the Mountain

Arkhan's Black Tower, this towering pyramid is the base of Nagash's disciples.

For a long time, even though it was besieged by many Tomb Kings, this Black Tower, which gathered countless masters of black magic, still did not fall.

Thousands of slaves sacrificed their lives to build the Black Tower, which made the Black Tower much safer than Nagashza, which was besieged by ratmen for a long time.

Arkhan's elite legion is also located here. After thousands of years of collection, he has a foundation that is not inferior to any Tomb King and has the confidence to resist invaders.

But even so, he was still very surprised after hearing that Khemri and Caledor had broken down.

Historically, Caledor and Khemri had no contact, and the two sides could not reach a friendly relationship, but at least they would maintain peaceful coexistence.

The Nehekhara people are not interested in the islands, and the elves are also very tired of the desert. There is no interest for each other to compete.

After getting detailed intelligence and hearing that it was the Immortal Emperor who coveted the Holy Flame of Asuryan, Arkhan understood metaphorically that this was an open conspiracy.

For Settra, it was more important to obtain a physical body or to prevent the remains of Nagash from entering the Black Pyramid.

Now, only Arkhan knew what progress Nagash had reached in his resurrection. The Immortal Emperor did not dare to gamble, and Arkhan did not dare to gamble either.

So... when the army of Khemri gathered towards the ocean, Vlad became the gambler. He was sure that he could open the Black Pyramid with the remains of Nagash and seize the legacy of the Lord of the Dead.

Abras looked at the surging army of dead souls behind him, and felt deeply for a long time, and could not help but say to Vlad.

"You are really a gambler. Caledor has promised to transport a large number of corpses soon. Just wait a little time to increase the probability of success."

"We can't wait any longer... Settra can't seize the Platinum Phoenix Flame. As long as the dragon destroys most of the fleet on the sea, he will understand that the island cannot be entered by force.

Once the Khemri Legion returns, it will be difficult for us to find an opportunity to attack the Black Tower again."

"A gamble... I like your courage. Let's go visit Nagash and his disciples..."

The surging army of undeads went straight past Lahmia, passed through the King's Canyon under the extremely hateful eyes of Khalida, and came to the heart of the desert.

At the same time, the army that had been waiting for a long time at the edge of the badlands finally waited for Vlad.

Belegar's eyebrows jumped. He heard that Caledor had encountered some troubles. Because of the relationship of fighting together in the past, he kindly asked the office of Eight Peaks Mountain.

The response he got was that Caledor was trying to annihilate the remaining will of the Lord of the Dead, and needed to cooperate with some undead forces in a limited way.

It is difficult for elves to adapt to the desert environment. If the dwarves are willing to help, the Dragon Court will be very happy.

No dwarf wants to work for the elves, but after hearing the reward given by the Dragon Court, Belegar still took the commission and brought the Karak Eight Peaks Abyss Legion to the Badlands to be responsible for the siege of the Black Tower.

But why didn't they say it was a vampire, or the infamous von Carstein and the blood dragon.

It is true that the Eight Peaks and Caledor have an alliance treaty, but the dwarves also have an alliance treaty with the Empire, and so does Caledor.

Two families that have caused many troubles to the Empire have secretly hooked up with the Dragon Court?

"Damn it, I knew the so-called limited cooperation was a cover, damn Imrick." Belegar muttered a few times, forced himself to suppress his disgust for vampires, and asked the herald to raise the Eight Peaks flag.

"The vampire over there, I am Belegar, Lord of Karak Eight Peaks, who was commissioned by Caledor to assist... Valaya's pigtails, what on earth am I talking about? I should smash the vampire's brain into pieces with a hammer."

Vlad heard Belegar's loud voice. He didn't expect Draknir to be willing to spend a lot of money and put down his face to entrust the dwarf to provide help.

The trouble he encountered in Nagashza last time has made him clearly realize that it is stupid to attack the city with the same undead. The battle between the dead can only see who consumes faster.

Arkhan, with the Black Tower as his base, is undoubtedly the dominant party. When there is a lack of mortal auxiliary troops to provide long-range firepower support, the dwarves are a key point to make up for the lack of projection ability of the vampire army.

"Lord of Karak Eight Peaks, it's an honor to meet you. I am Count Vlad von Carstein of Sylvania..."

"No need to mutter your name. Any longbeard has heard of the name of Count Sylvania... Damn, I regret it a little."

Fortunately, although the cooperation with vampires made the dwarves a little dissatisfied, more bizarre things have happened.

For example, fighting rats and greenskins in the cave with pointed ears, fighting gray pointed ears with white pointed ears on the island, in the past hundred years, the longbeards have seen too many things that their ancestors could not have expected.

The army is divided into areas of the living and the dead. The dwarves do not want to walk with the undead, and the vampires do not want slaves to approach the dwarves.

Once the anti-magic stance of the Son of the Mountains is formed, it will have a very serious impact on the wind of magic. At the least, it will turn into skeletons scattered all over the ground, and at the worst, it will lose control and bite back the master.

After two days of marching around the edge of the Badlands, some Tomb Kings discovered the traces of the vampire army, but as the Blood Dragon Family showed their fangs and crushed any probing skeletons into powder, they headed towards Khemri without any obstacles.

Draknir, who arrived late, led a legion of 4,000 people and immediately asked Belegar, Vlad and Abras to come forward.

In the four-person meeting room, Draknir looked serious and told what had happened recently.

"Settra had a fierce conflict with the fleet of Ulthuan in the Vast Ocean, and was fighting over the Burial Ship Cemetery... If my prediction is correct, Settra may be preparing to awaken the Dread Fleet."

"Dread Fleet?" Belegar asked in confusion, "But didn't you deal with these sea vampires?"

"We dealt with the forces on the surface of the Dread Fleet, but we can't do anything about the dead hiding in the deep sea. Even if Amanar destroys them as much as possible, there are still some residual forces."

"Dread Fleet..." Vlad muttered silently, "It seems that our Immortal Emperor is not as principled as imagined, and he doesn't focus on the hateful vampires."

Aboraash snorted coldly. He was not very interested in naval battles. "Don't tell me that you elves can't even deal with the navy of the dead."

"No, because the Burial Ships Graveyard is too close to Lustria. If necessary, we can immediately destroy Settra's fleet.

The problem lies in my father's tolerance for him. If Settra is defeated immediately, we will face the coalition of the entire Nehekhara, not just Khemri." (End of this chapter)