In the sky, a blurry cloud streak quietly appeared, reflecting a strange metallic cold glow in the morning light.
Immediately after, that cloud streak suddenly elongated, expanded, and its outline became clear!
It transformed into a shadow.
Dense, sky-obscuring shadows surged forth, tearing through the morning light!
A low, rumbling sound approached from afar, initially like distant thunder, then transforming into a tsunami-like roar—the synchronized beating of countless wings!
The sound grew louder and closer, shaking the thin snow from the branches of the coniferous trees, and the earth seemed to tremble with it.
At this moment, the colossal shadow mass finally revealed its terrifying true form.
Flying at the very front was a black dragon!
He spread his wings like a descending curtain, his immense body covered in thick black scales, shimmering with a dark luster in the morning light.
On his terrifying dragon head, curved giant horns pierced the sky, and powerful limbs contained destructive power. Especially those crimson dragon eyes burning with cold wisdom—without any roar, and without needing to exert draconic might, his mere presence made the hearts of onlookers constrict and sent shivers down their spines.
That was a pure-blooded black dragon of unfathomable power.
Following closely behind him was a group of much smaller humanoid creatures, whose appearance was still unclear in their high-speed flight, but it was evident that they all possessed dragon wings and scaled tails.
What suffocated the sentinel even more was their sheer number!
Although their size was similar to adult trolls, their multitude was enough to form a vast and dense flying formation.
As they swept across the sky, their formation was perfectly aligned. With each beat of their wings, the entire sky seemed to be covered by black shadows, and the morning light dimmed.
It was like dark clouds pressing down, obscuring the sky and sun!
Each of them wore heavy armor, and their immense aura was in no way inferior to the terrifying black dragon leading them!
Below the flyers, the entire Pioneer Territory seemed to plunge into an eclipse!
Light was completely swallowed by their bodies and dense formation, and the sky and earth were enveloped by the shadows they cast.
If not for the faint residual morning light vaguely penetrating from high above, the sentinel would have thought the sky had been torn apart, and some ancient, unspeakable, world-ending entity was descending!
The sentinel finally recovered from his shock and fear. Without hesitation, he raised his bone whistle and, with all the strength in his lungs, blew a sharp, piercing alarm!
Whoosh—! Whoosh—! Whoosh—!
But this warning seemed so redundant amidst the whistling of beating wings. The Pioneer Territory had already fallen into chaos due to this apocalyptic sight!
The troll pioneers were terrified, closing their wooden doors tightly according to emergency drills, and dragging their families into deep cellars;
The camp guards were in a panic, most of them running aimlessly, with only a very few of the bravest warriors trembling in despair as they raised their weapons, preparing for the final battle
And in the Proto-Dragon nesting area, deafening roars, full of fear and anger, erupted!
Frost Fang was the first to be stimulated by the intense sense of threat, leaping into the air, his thick leathery wings stirring up a cloud of dust!
The Proto-Dragon horde behind him, driven by instinct, stumbled and shoved each other into the low sky in extreme fear and agitation.
They circled the shrine area at the core of the camp, emitting chaotic and piercing shrieks, trying to counter the overwhelming, despair-inducing shadows with their futile clamor;
On the other side, in front of the druids' vine shelters, Fandal Staghelm had already led all the druids to form a tight defensive formation.
Natural energy surged in the air, condensing into an invisible barrier radiating emerald green light, enveloping the Dekofushir.
Having experienced the tragic betrayal of Deathwing, their eyes were fixed on the leading black dragon, burning with undisguised, bitter hatred;
Toka, leading several clerics, stood ready by the giant rock of the shrine.
His left hand pressed tightly against the divine emblem on his chest, trying to draw strength from his faith, while his right hand, gripping a bone blade, trembled violently from tension and fear.
His gaze darted rapidly between the black dragon and the dragonkin army behind him, his heart pounding like a drum, his blood almost bursting through his head.
Were they the new guard mentioned in the oracle, or the arrival of destruction?
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