บท 1732: Internal Strife among the Dragon race (3)

"We have been waiting, waiting for our king's return…" The red dragon wept as he spoke. For more than a thousand years, countless dragons had died in battle and they had been chased all these while. Every time they wanted to escape to the North, they would be obstructed by the undead. They had fewer and fewer companions by their side. Now only the two of them were left. They had been worried about what would happen to His Little Highness if they were to die.

Qian Yuan looked up with bloodshot eyes and his lips trembled.

"My king… my king is dead…"

Finally, he revealed the most difficult truth.

The two red dragons' faces were ashen and the last trace of hope in their eyes was extinguished.

"My king is dead… how is that possible? He's so powerful… who can kill him?" Long Huang was the strongest eight-winged golden dragon in their minds. If Long Huang were still alive, it would be hard for Long Yan to defeat them even if he teamed up with the undead.