Ancient White Dragon!
Above the Ancient Dragon, there lies an even higher realm.
Noah thought that in the vast icefield spanning tens of thousands of miles, the emergence of a few super Old Deng dragons wouldn’t be surprising.
Of course, those super Old Dengs might not even be awake; even with such a commotion, they might still be deeply sleeping. For dragons, no matter the disaster, a little nap and it’s usually over.
The material world isn’t that easy to collapse. Even if, worst-case scenario, a plane truly collapses, turning into a desolate zone, they can simply find another place to continue their slumber.
Dragons who can live for thousands of years have usually seen through everything. The territories and wealth that ordinary dragons fight over are already considered trivial to them; they can ignore everything except for necessary material needs.
So, those ancient relics of the icefield aren’t in a hurry. What’s a juvenile dragon thousands of miles away worried about?
"Now the ones who should be anxious are those elves, not us!"
Seeing that Sifreya wanted to say something, Noah cut her off before she could speak.
If those ancient relics of the Northern Icefield don’t intervene and allow the undead riding on meteor showers to adapt to the world environment and grow stronger, then when the Undead Army forms, Central Earth would bear the brunt.
Among the several kingdom-level forces in Central Earth, which is closest to the north? The Elf Court!
That’s why Noah couldn’t be bothered. With the elf tribe’s deep foundation, suppressing an undead calamity is nothing, right?
Of course, it’s nothing. They are so illustrious that they can have seven Divine beings descend as incarnations to bless a royal family in a country thousands of miles away. With such deep foundations, they don’t need a Golden Dragon meddling.
Although Noah remained seated on a high platform, watching the turbulent changes after receiving the news, the undead calamity sweeping through the icefield still indirectly affected him three months later.
Mainly, orders for everything related to war in Elisium City surged. However, the biggest rise wasn’t in military orders but in magic items that countered the undead.
The prices of magic goods related to Holy Light and other attributes soared continuously, followed by those with weaker but still present counteracting effects from Fire and Thunder attributes.
It is said that demand drives the market. When there’s enormous demand, the prices of related products naturally rise accordingly.
Merchants frantically pushing product prices would typically face Law Code sanctions. However, upon a brief investigation, it was found that most related orders came from the Elf Court. Hence, a Dragon Fairy serving the Holy Dragon directly stated,
"Why set the price so low? Do you look down on the noble guests from Central Earth? They are not short of money; they don’t need your pity."
As a result, the price of an ordinary Holy Talisman could soar to 20 times what it was before the undead calamity erupted. If it was a spell scroll used for attacks, the price would be even higher.
This was a feast for the merchants, but no matter how much they consumed, they couldn’t eat as much as a certain dragon, for more than seventy percent of the military factories in Elisium City were under its control.
In simple terms, with the outbreak of the undead calamity, Noah, seated in the first city of the Eastern Territory, became filthy rich!
The elves, purchasing military arms and preparing for war across the continent, ground their teeth in hatred but had no choice but to pay dutifully, as there were only a few places on the continent that could meet their needs.
All of Central Earth was preparing for war. Apart from a few small forces looking to make some money, no one would sell to them. The south had long been ravaged and was still recovering. The west had a hundred countries lined up, with none possessing truly strong production capacity, thus unable to meet elf demands.
Therefore, no matter how the east flaunted an arrogant attitude of ’buy it or don’t,’ the elves could only grit their teeth and pay—and mainly through intermediaries, as they themselves wouldn’t show up.
"The Centaur Khanate on the plains seeks to migrate south and pledge allegiance to the Atlas Kingdom."
Although they seized the opportunity to ruthlessly extort the elves, this was trivial compared to the impact of the growing undead calamity on the continent’s situation.
Life will always find a way out. When disaster looms, surrounding life naturally knows to flee.
The north has not only the icefield but also infinite vast grasslands and highlands, inhabited by beastmen, half-orcs, and many Centaur tribes.
Faced with the impending catastrophe in the north, these prairie forces decisively chose to head south, and a full-scale war broke out unexpectedly.
This time, the migrating prairie tribes weren’t just looting; they wanted land. Existing landowners couldn’t possibly agree to that, as this was vital land for survival.
Thus, war flames spread along the northern and Central Earth border, even reaching the Eastern Territory, where a Centaur Khanate tribe sought to enter the Eastern Territory, seeking a place for survival and development.
Faced with the Centaur Khanate proactively seeking allegiance, Monarch Uranos initially planned to accept them, as it wasn’t a big issue for the vast lands of the Eastern Territory to take in a Centaur Khanate of two to three million.
Unfortunately, the migrating Centaur Khanate was no civilized tribe to begin with. After migrating thousands of miles to the Eastern Territory, enduring hunger and cold, they couldn’t resist plundering the wealthy cities and towns they saw, without orders from the Great Khan.
Thus, after Augustus Royals with sealed royal orders arrived at the border, they encountered one city and village after another slaughtered by the Centaurs.
With things having reached this point, naturally, nothing needed to be said. The Augustus family’s lineage was formerly frontier nobility, and they could not tolerate any massacres of the Human Race.
Order of Extermination!
Upon learning that sixteen border cities had been slaughtered and all property stolen by the proclaimed-allegiant Centaur Khanate, Uranos was enraged and immediately ordered the forming of an expedition legion, appointing his eldest son, Alexander, as the Legion Leader, with four Legends accompanying to completely annihilate the Golden Tent Khanate.
Faced with the Atlas Kingdom’s retaliation against their massacres, the Centaur Khanate was baffled.
Their value far outweighed that of the ordinary lowborns they killed. Since King Atlas was prepared to accept them, why couldn’t they simply take initiative to clear out some land?
Unfortunately, no one answered these Centaurs’ questions. Any envoys seeking peace or mercy were executed on the spot. As the Legion Leader, Alexander’s policy was not to see any breathing centaurs.
"In the first battle, we annihilated three hundred thousand enemies, in the second battle one hundred thousand, and in the third fifty thousand. The numbers in the battle reports are getting fewer and fewer; it looks rather unfavorable!"
Looking at the frontline battle reports sent back from the Capital, Noah laughed at Gwen standing beside him, observing the performance of his protégé Augustus on the battlefield.
"That’s because Alexander crushed the Golden Tent Khanate in his first battle. Those Legendary Khans fled in different directions with their tribes."
Gwendolin glanced at the report without being misled by the diminishing numbers; she immediately saw the information contained within.
The war was not unfavorable; rather, the advance of the front lines was so rapid that the centaurs were completely crushed, losing their morale, unable to regroup for battle, breaking instantly upon contact.
Faced with mountains upon mountains of fleeing centaurs, conducting a total annihilation battle is highly challenging.
Because Alexander was not just looking to wipe out an army, but a nation—a nomadic tribe capable of migrating the entire country under extreme circumstances.
"What a pity, this Centaur Khan was still an idiot, incapable of restraining his subordinates. Originally set as a good example, they’ve now set a bad precedent. From now on, the Atlas Kingdom will not accept any tribes from the north."