Thunder, scorched the ground in front of the lord's mansion into char.
The effects of thunder attributes, spread around, continuing to ravage the surrounding undead.
But that man's figure had already disappeared.
Vanished completely within the Dragon Breath.
Beata, along with all the Dragon Clan watching this, were pleased.
The leader was dead, these soulless undead would soon disperse.
But..., the joyful expression did not last long.
For, the surroundings did not change despite the man's death.
Up in the sky, the Bone Dragon was still crazily spewing "black pillars". On the ground, skeletons relentlessly fired bullets and magic missiles into the sky.
How could this be?
"Is this your plan?" Rolana, flapping her wings, approached and looked at her calmly.
"You..." Beata's heart tightened.
Rolana continued, "What if I told you that the person you just killed wasn't the leader here? How would you find him?"
This...
Beata's mind exploded.
Wrong person!