In the beginning, the Black Dragons were indifferent to Jones’s arrival.
A little vampire, what could he do? Any dragon could easily stomp him to death.
However, they soon realized they were wrong.
One Jones might not mean much, but Jones paired with Richie, or rather, Jones and the Undead Army under Richie’s command, was a different matter.
"If it were only about breaking a fragile magic array, I have a better, faster way."
"Resonance. When dwarves mine, they use explosives. If the explosives aren’t used correctly, collapses occur. The most terrifying thing about a collapse is resonance. It’s a matter of frequency." After a moment’s thought, Jones explained, "In short, it’s a disaster. Our goal now is to create a disaster. We need to create an earthquake and then propagate the earthquake. That’s basically the idea. If it is indeed very fragile, I believe an earthquake could accelerate our progress in breaking it. And in the process of trying this, it would speed up our work overall."
This was a field Richie had never delved into. He was bewildered but ultimately nodded, "Alright, brother, if you think this is the right way, then we’ll do as you say."
"Space portal, and, chickens."
Soon, with the help of the Liches, a gigantic space portal was opened.
A large group of dwarves appeared on the outskirts of the Dragon’s Peak, bringing countless goblins with them.
"What are they doing? Brought a bunch of goblins here?"
"Doesn’t this mean they have no more undead? The undead here are already their limit? I think it must be so, or why would they bring in the goblins? Look, each of those little green guys is shivering. They’re even more fragile than humans."
"I think so too. The Undead Army here is already their limit. As soon as an angel or demon appears, they’ll collapse immediately. And then we’ll be saved."
The Black Dragons discussed among themselves, none of them thinking much of the goblins.
However, soon, they found themselves in a nightmare dominated by goblins.
Under Jones’s command, the frenzied goblin army began to dig furiously.
Honestly, goblins don’t have many advantages. They’re just cannon fodder created by demons. They lack morale, strength, and intelligence—an absolute rabble.
However, when it comes to digging, they’re absolutely experts. They can out-dig humans, out-dig the tireless Undead Army, and when precision isn’t crucial, they can even surpass the mining-renowned dwarves—they originally lived in tunnels, after all.
Richie used the space portal to transport a large quantity of chickens from the south. Thus, the goblins moved into the tunnels and settled down.
A total of one hundred thousand goblins, under the Dragon’s Peak, digging tirelessly, sleeping when tired, eating when hungry, and resuming digging when awake.
The dirt excavated by the undead from the tunnels was the result of their work, making the Black Dragons who initially looked down on them tremble with fear.
Whoever would have thought that goblins could contribute to the great task of eradicating Black Dragons? Or more accurately, give the nearly endangered Black Dragon Clan a final push?
At least the Black Dragons themselves had never considered it. Before this, they had never even given goblins a second glance.
The three powerful races—Liches, Black Dragons, and Gold Dragons—watched in dismay as the weak goblins gnawed on chicken legs, working madly, pushing the battle forward bit by bit.
"At their pace, the most they could do is shorten a year to ten months. No faster than that. In ten months, reinforcements from Heaven and Hell should have arrived. I even guess they’re already gathering their troops." At the beginning, the Black Dragons consoled themselves this way until the goblins exited the tunnels and the dwarves brought out the explosives.
With a rumble, thick smoke billowed out of the tunnels. The entire Dragon’s Peak trembled, and their desperately hoped-for magic array flickered wildly.
The first attempt didn’t succeed, but it was still terrifying. The Black Dragons on the Dragon’s Peak felt like they were going crazy.
"No, we can’t just sit here and wait! We have to save ourselves! We must find a way!"
What did they come up with?
Hmm... I’m not sure how to describe it.
They stood on the Dragon’s Peak and shouted to Jones, "Firstborn of the Lich King! Greetings! Do you truly intend to yield to your younger brother? You are the firstborn, though adopted, yet still the firstborn with inheritance rights! Why should your younger brother inherit the throne of the Lich King? We believe you are the most suitable to inherit the throne! The Black Dragon Clan stands firmly behind you!"
Their attempt to sow discord was so blatant, Jones had never seen anything like it. He didn’t want to pay them any mind and even expedited the work schedule.
The desperate Black Dragons then ran to shout at the Gold Dragons, "The Black Dragons and Gold Dragons share a common heritage. We both originate from the Dragon God, blessed by the Dragon God. We are brothers, and we should stand together in adversity! The undead are deceiving you with their fabricated dream of justice! Their goal is to use your hands to eliminate your brothers and then take over Keltos! Wake up, our brothers! Let us together defeat the vile undead!"