The Red Dragon Duchess was left speechless.
Soren was right. Port Nyanzaru did have ways to accommodate the civilians of the Wind Spear Hills; the only difference was how much it would cost. But she had no choice at all. The Undead Army had already amassed terrifying numbers. At its current pace, over a million undead would launch an all-out assault in three to five days at most. The liches and necromancers were raising more undead, combining them into even more terrifying bone creatures.
With things developing this way, even the city walls would struggle to halt the Undead Army's advance.
"That's impossible."
The Red Dragon Duchess wrestled with herself for a long time before speaking. "My family will never submit to you. At most, I can make some concessions on my own behalf."
The Sorcerer Family had its own heritage.
Her ties to the devils were far too close, leaving her with no real way out. That was why she had been forced to seek help from Soren, once her enemy. But the members of the Sorcerer Family had few dealings with devils. Whether devils or evil gods, they wanted to avoid becoming too deeply involved, because it was rarely possible to extricate themselves unscathed in the end. At the height of the Red Dragon Duchess's power, her family had supported her wholeheartedly. But ever since her first defeat at Soren's hands, divisions had begun to appear within the family.
Some of the sorcerer bloodlines believed her actions were wrong, and a few had simply left the family and moved elsewhere.
There was considerable discord within the family now. Only around forty percent of its members were still willing to swear allegiance to the Red Dragon Duchess. She had no confidence that she could control them. After all, dragonblooded