Inside the dark tunnels of the Azerlisia Mountains, there were two giant dragons walking. One was pure dark as the abyss of the Great Rift, and the other one was a crimson scaled dragon that looked like it had erupted out from the lava's of a volcano.
These two dragons were the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord Zigur and the Volcanic Dragon Lord Mordo.
The Supreme Overlord has given them an order to put the Azerlisia Mountains under the control of the Nazarick Kingdom. The Sorcerer King had deployed an army of 200,000 Death Warriors and Undead Berserkers to make sure they invade every nation and tribe that exist inside the mountain.
"Everything is going as expected, right?"
"Mhm, it's thanks to you that the dwarves accepted our lord as their king." said Mordo.
Zigur knew the Dwarf Kingdom had been in a conflict with the Quagoa tribes for a long time. The army had sent wraiths to spy if they were still fighting or had been wiped out completely from the long war.
Lucky for them, the dwarves were still there and almost being invaded by the armies of Quagoa. That was the best moment for the Sorcerer Kingdom to intervene in the middle of the battle.
The demihumans were attacked in surprise by the Dragon Lords at the beginning and the final blow was given by the immortal army.
The dwarves were really afraid of the undead and the dragons at first and the city was in chaos by the appearance of the new enemy. Zigur met the Commander-in-Chief that was the head of the dwarven military and told him, they were here to help the dwarves.
The Commander-in-Chief remembered the dark dragon that drove away the Quagoa from years ago and never thought that he would see him again.
Later he met with all the members of the Regency Council and talked about joining the Nazarick Kingdom. They were not sure about joining with the undead but the benefits from it were eye shocking.
Being protected by powerful undead warriors and using undead workers inside the mines was very profitable because the undead do not tire and the dangerous monsters will be afraid to approach, so no dwarf will die horribly.
But the soldiers of Nazarick Kingdom brought something the dwarves couldn't resist. Countless alcohol bottles for each dwarf arrived inside the city of Feo Jera. It was impossible to resist it. The alcohol was way too delicious. Zigur told Mordo that this was the funniest conquest they had ever done.
The dwarves of the Azerlisia Mountains were more friendly than the dark dwarves. Their Kingdom was located in a mountain called Zhavor in Abelion Hills. They had hundreds of slaves like goblins, hob goblins, armat, humans, dark elves that were brought by demihumans in exchange for weapons.
In the end, the Dwarf Kingdom united with Nazarick like many demihuman tribes that lived in the Azerlisia Mountains. In the far north of the mountains, was discovered the infamous Valley of the Shadows that spawned countless of wraiths, ghosts and other undead beings that had astral bodies
The elder lichs that have lived there from the day that the Valley of the Shadows was created joined immediately with the Nazarick Kingdom. The reason this land had turned like this, was because of a demon goddess called Tunrida Görög from 200 years ago.
She had slaughtered thousands of demihuman tribes that caused the land to turn into a spawning point for the undead. But when the 13 heroes arrived to slay the demoness for her crimes, she escaped to the frozen lands of the north that lies beyond the dead sea.
There, Tunrida Görög rules as a demon queen the frozen lands with an iron fist. It was the first nation ruled by a demon, but nobody had information that existed, because the frozen lands are surrounded by high mountains and a cold permanent fog.
This is the story the elder lich's told to the generals of the Nazarick Kingdom. This raises more questions and curiosity about the demon queen and the frozen northern lands. One day, the Sorcerer Kingdom will clash with this demonic kingdom and take over the north.
"Now, only one place is left to be invaded."
"Yeah, can't wait to see this guy."
The two armored Dragon Lords were heading to Feo Berkana, the ancient capital of the Dwarf Kingdom that was abandoned during the attack of the Demon Gods two hundred years ago.
The city was ruled by a family of Frost Dragons and Quagoa tribes. The White Dragon Lord took the Royal Palace as his home and the Quagoa resided far away from the draconic family.
But the Quagoa were not a problem anymore. They had brought their entire army to exterminate the dwarves once and for all, and the one who was leading them was Pe Riyuro, the great king of the Quagoa.
They stopped the siege when the dragons and the undead army appeared and it turned into a one-sided massacre. Seeing his people getting crushed like ants, Pe Riyuro surrendered and prostrated himself in front of the dragons and begged them for mercy and spare his people.
Pe Riyuro was lucky that Zigur acknowledged his bravery and love for his people and was spared. They will be kept as prisoners for some time and later will be released to work or join the Nazar Forces.
After a long walk, the two armored dragons arrived at the ancient capital. Now they just have to reach the Royal Palace. The dragon used their wings this time and arrived at the entrance of the palace.
They got inside and went straight to the throne room where the White Dragon Lord lies.
The White Dragon Lord Olasird'arc Haylilyal, slowly opened his golden eyes. He noose twitched as he sensed something in the air. A few seconds later, he heard sounds of some steps. They did not sound like the little Quagoa at all, but like giant feets stepping on the floor. Even his three wives, had woken up from their slumber.
Olasird'arc rose on his feet and waited for the person that was about to come inside the throne room. He growled and opened his wings to show his might.
"Whoever you are, better come to light! I the White Dragon Lord demande you!" shouted with authority, Olasird'arc. He wives stood on their places and waited with their heads high.
The throne room was bright because of the continual light spell, but the entrance was dark and nothing could be seen.
Suddenly, from the dark, a giant being showed up, and there was another one that came after him. The sudden surprise captured the White Dragon Lord and his wives. There were two dragons at the entrance, and their bodies were larger than Olasird'arc.
The frost dragon looked like a large reptile with wings, but these guys were way too different then him. The strangest thing was that both of them wore dark armor. Why should a dragon wear armor when they have scales that can be stronger than some material created by lower life forms.
"Who are you?!" demanded the White Dragon Lord.
Olasird'arc was not looking at the scary dark dragon, but at the other one. Those crimson scales told him one thing.
Fire Dragon.
His racial weakness was a fire attack by beings like this dragon. But he can use his 3rd-tier flame resistance spell, so there won't be a problem. His wives can overwhelm the dark dragon, and he will deal with crimson dragon.
"Greetings Olasird'arc, I am the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord, Zigur Errë Siros."
"I am the Volcanic Dragon Lord, Mordo Flakë Zell."
Strange... he had never heard about these dragons before, and they know who he is.
"You know my name, but I have never heard about your titles."
"Eh, how old are you?" asked the crimson drong.
"That's none of your business!" shouted Olasird'arc as he growled.
Maybe Mord was not a very well known Dragon Lord by the others and he knew that very well, but Zigur had marked his name and title in history, so even the young dragons should know his name and fear him.
"All right Olasird'arc, do you want to know the reason why we have come here?"
"I was about to ask that!" he shouted again.
"What is wrong with you? We are trying to be polite and you keep shouting like a spoiled child."
"What did you say?!"
The Volcanic Dragon Lord was getting on his nerves. It looked like Mordo was trying to mock and making him mad and yeah, he was succeeding.
"Mordo, stop that." said Zigur.
"Ok."
Zigur did not speak for a moment, so the frost dragon could calm his rage.
"Now Olasird'arc, we have been ordered by our lord to conquer the Azerlisia Mountains and we propose you to join us."
"Are you telling me to follow orders like a good little soldier?!" he shouted as he hit the floor with his fist, cracking it.
"Hey Olasird'arc, relax. I have 5,000 sons and nephews, and we live a better life than before. If you join us, your family will prosper. You just have to swear loyalty before our lord-"
"I REFUSE!
His might voice echoed inside the halls of the Royal Palace.
"I Olasird'arc Haylilyal, bowing my head in front of a nobody? Me, following orders like a dog? Do you really think I will do that?"
"You are making things worse, you know." said Zigur with a serious voice.
He was acting like a diplomat a moment ago, but the frost dragon wont stop his arrogance. It was leaving him no other choice.
"Last chance lizard. Join us… or die."
"YOU DIE! RAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
Olasird'arc lose from the ground and went straight at Zigur for the kill like a crazy monster in rampage.
As he was about to attack the dark dragon with his claws, Zigur raised his arm and smashed the head of the White Dragon Lord on the floor. His head exploded and blood spread a waterfall.
The wives that were about to move and help him, had stopped and were looking at the dead body of Olasird'arc with shocked eyes.
The White Dragon Lord was dead…
"Pathetic."
Zigur removed his claws from the crushed head. He left the dead body of the frost dragon and was approaching his wives. The three of them were shivering from fear. His hand was covered with the blood of their husband, now it will be their turn to get crushed.
"Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, Zigur calm. It's over now. You see them?" Mordo had put his claw on Zigur's shoulder.
The three dragon females had lowered their heads for mercy and Zigur still wanted to kill them, but Mordo was not good with it. Mordo was against killing women. For him, they were innocent and it will be sad to see them getting brutally murdered by Zigur.
"All right, "White Knight"." Zigur calmed and started to clean his claws from the blood of Olasird'arc.
"Women!"
It was Mordo who spoke this time. As he approached, the frost dragon females, kept their heads low, waiting for what the new masters had to demande.
"You three will be my new wives and the rest of you children will become dragons of the Sorcerer Kingdom of Nazarick."
"We accept, my Lord!"
"We will bear your children!"
"We will fight for the Kingdom!"
The dragon females thought that they would be enslaved, but becoming his wives was a better fate than being used as a donkey like the Frost Giants did with the captured Frost Dragons.
"Very good, now go and call all the frost dragons that live here."
"Yes."
The three of them went in different directions to bring their children in front of their new father. They will not run away, because if they are captured, there will be no mercy for them.
"Congratulations Mordo, you have three more wives." said Zigur with a tired expression.
"Hey, just imagine what a half fire dragon and frost dragon would look like. I think his Majesty will like this idea, just like those half humans and demons. I'm really excited about this."
"Well, if our Lord likes it, I have nothing to say, but I still dislike this idea. The dragon might come out deformed."
"How do you know that?"
"I don't know, I'm just saying."
"You really need a woman Zigur."
"Ahhh, shut up!"
Zigur turned his head in annoyance. In his mind, having a wife was a waste of time. He was dedicated to work for his lord and not going with women and breeding them like a rabbit.
Zigur was looking at the treasury around to forget all the bullshit Mordo said. His noose twitched from the sea of gold. Truly Olasird'arc deserved the title "King of the Frost Dragons".
Zrigur had a grin on his face. All this wealth now belongs to his master. No, all the treasures of the world belong to him. He imagined the world as a box of jewels that was upon the palm of his master.
His thoughts were interrupted by the frost dragons that arrived inside the throne room. Zigur observed them. There were sixteen young dragons here, but his eyes noticed someone that he had seen before.
"Oi you, haven't I seen you somewhere?"
The weird frost dragon called Hejinmal, was shivering in fear. With all that fat body of his, it would certainly be eye catching. He saw the dark armored dragon that had killed his father, it was exactly the dragon he saw years ago that was playing in the snow.
"N-No, I-I don't th-think so." Hejinmal hoped that Zigur would not remember him.
"... Whatever, you lot listen up. You are dragons of Nazarick Kingdom and you all will work with us. I am the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord, the one who killed your father. If someone wants to take revenge, come forward and fight me."
Nobody dared to move a muscle. The dark dragon was too large and powerful for them to fight. The only way was to bow their heads in servitude for their new King.
"No one? Very good then.
"Welcome into the brotherhood of the Guardians of the Sky."