Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 673 Evil Premise

The black dragon's pupils contracted into vertical lines, and a dangerous light shone through the gaps.His expression was indifferent and quite calm. He grabbed the bones that he had devoured and threw them aside casually. Like a cat, he stretched out his slender tongue to lick the deep purple blood on his paws. As calm and calm.

Lyle felt that it was more like the stiffness of the lost soul.

"Come on, let me show you my homeland and ethnic group." The black dragon turned its huge body, with its dragon wings retracted behind its back, and took the lead in climbing into the rift valley.The pace was not fast, and Lyle caught up with him with ease.

The channel of the rift valley is not too small, and a black dragon without wings can easily pass through it. The upper and middle sides are narrower, and the stone thorns hanging in the air are like the teeth of giant beasts. rustle.

"What is the little favor you asked for my assistance, Alcaron?"

It is difficult for sunlight to penetrate through the towering rift to the bottom, and the naked eye can only see the black dragon's blurry and huge shadow, and the black dragon's footsteps are even and steady.

"My group returned to Sahazann, and they regained their original power. That's good, but it doesn't seem enough now. In my opinion, using the brute force of the body itself to crush the opponent...is very pleasant However, it is of no help to challenge powerful enemies. When strength and magic are equal, personal knowledge and skills will become the key to determining the outcome. I have a deep understanding."

Alcaron turned his head to look back, and Lyall saw a left eye that shone like gold.

"Olmhead is a glorious warrior, and he always berates me for my petty tricks, saying I should show the nobility and generosity of a dragon. He hates sneak attacks, and hates all means except direct confrontation, which he says is wisdom. , It is a betrayal of strength. The stubborn old guy should use whatever means he can to the enemy, kindness is the prerogative of the strong, I am only responsible for letting them die without a whole body, that will make most of the resurrection spells invalid."

Lyle walked beside the black dragon, listening to Alcaron talking about how to destroy corpses and wipe out traces.

"Your Excellency Ormhead said that there is some truth. You are considered strong. The first time I saw you, Al, I thought it would be difficult to have a giant beast surpassing you in this world. You are more powerful than yours. Siblings almost doubled in size, I'm not sure if that's Sahazahn's power, but you're only one size smaller than your daddy now."

"Strong?" The black dragon snorted disdainfully, "I fought with you when I was young, and challenged my father when I was a little older. Now I practice with Ormheide. I never thought I was strong. If I don't fight Do your best to use the means, whether you can crawl normally the next day is a problem."

"I have always been a challenger who has been defeated and defeated. Glory? Dignity? Funny stuff."

The early education of Alcaron has indeed played a role. It is difficult to say whether his character is good or evil, but he will definitely live a long time.Perhaps it was for this reason that neither the black dragon priest nor the dragon father had the intention of correcting his character, and Lyle didn't want to worry about it.And he couldn't beat it.

"So is it related to asking me to help? I feel that my ethnic group is not capable enough to make them stronger. This is very similar to my activities on the dwarf elves, promoting tribal unity and forging ahead together. Yes. , Al, I agree, promoting the growth of young dragons and various ethnic groups is also the duty of the priest of the Dragon King."

"No, no, no," the black dragon's tone obviously contained resistance, and he mercilessly belittled, "I'm not interested in flesh and blood transformation and spiritualism, and I won't let you treat my tribe inhumanely." .To be honest, after thinking about it, I feel that you have no effect on the power of the ancient human race..."

"Then how do you want me to help?"

"There are always candidates who can make the ancient humans stronger, and they are even available at your fingertips. My father, the dragon father Yemotar, the king of melee combat, has the power and martial arts to make my group stronger. Think about it , Let a group of warriors who can carry a tripod learn the skills that have been tempered, and my group will be able to crush everything..."

Lyle interrupted the black dragon's delusion, "It's not everything, you can't stop magic, and, remember, you were weak against mental attacks when you were young, and the power of your soul can easily penetrate your indestructible body." There is no absolute magic in this world. Strength, the extreme tempering of the body made the spirit somewhat lacking. Alcaron was almost frightened when he was a child, and a single fear could make him have three days of nightmares.

"No, you're wrong again." The black dragon shook his head, the gap has been half way through, and it is very close to the glowing exit, the light outlines the outline of the black dragon, and Lyle can see his pride, "Father researched His martial arts are unrivaled, the warrior also has the power to resist magic and spirit, and he has specially tailored a set of powers for me. The warrior's fury."

Those golden eyes slowly turned blood red, and the dangerous aura ready to go made Lyle's hair stand on end, and his anger quickly disappeared.

"Anger, what's the use of this?"

"It can make me angry anytime, anywhere."

"What's the difference between that and a temper tantrum?"

"When I am angry, I will hit anyone. I will not be afraid. I will not show any emotion except anger. Those weak spellcasters who want to invade my mind will have to suffer the backlash of anger."

"Anger is a difficult emotion to control."

"I don't intend to control, as long as I kill the enemy, I won't be angry." Half of the black dragon's body walked out of the rift, exposed to the sun.

Passing through the darkness, a towering mountain came into view. It was located in the center of the basin, and the gentle half was covered by high and low vegetation. Lyle saw the shadow of a bird flying out of it and climbing into the clouds. It might be some kind of Big Bird, or Pterodactyl.The other side of the mountain is steep, as if a large piece has been cut out of thin air. The black cliff is curled up in the shadow of the sun, adding a wild and empty gray to this land of life.

Heat waves blowing in our faces, from the drooping vines, from the howling of wild animals, from the scorching sun.Sweat dripped from Lyle's temples, the chirping of insects and birds was melodious and long, and the lush grass seedlings flooded his knees.The continuous trees formed a wavy sea of ​​trees, occupying most of the field of vision, and Lyle saw a blooming chamomile beside him, its buds were the size of a palm.

Saha Zane, the node of the earth.It welcomes itself and welcomes itself to join this life competition. Every creature here is expressing its vigorous vitality, including taking the vitality of others as its own.

"I still don't know what you want me to do. Your plan doesn't seem to require me."

"Of course I do. Your role is to solve the problem, and I'm going to talk about the problem next."

Arcaron seized Lyle and threw him on his back, ducking his head into the jungle, and then up, the trees on either side snapped and uprooted, and fell on his lucky companion.

"This place will never be able to fix the road. It was burned to ashes by my dragon's breath two days ago."

"Buwu of my whole family is facing a problem, and this problem is Ormhaide. He does not reject martial arts, but he is unwilling to accept the gift of the dragon father. He is still obsessed with the game of the next generation of dragon kings. It’s unfair to ask for help. But you won’t. Your interference with us is approved. You are the priest of the Dragon King and the breeder of young dragons. prove."

Lyle nodded.

"Understood, you are going to use my name to teach martial arts to your ethnic group, right?"

Alcaron had a cold face.

"No, Ormhead is not a fool. Even if we get away with it this time, his old-fashioned warrior glory will restrain me in the future. I want to correct his awkward personality, I heard from my father, Andre Lich They are the most outlaws who can cause trouble and are not afraid of death. And you seem to be the best of them."

The black dragon let out a roar, and drove back the herd of beasts hidden in the grass.These beasts always have no brains, and the bones of the last batch of provocative black dragons are gone.

"Lyle, you can intervene in the management of the ancient human race as the priest of the Dragon King. Kill them, torture them, and use your most evil, depraved, and inhuman skills to make them fear your cultivation and complain , let them hate you to the bone. Then the black dragon priest who loves his own race will also reflect on how ridiculous the so-called glory and rules are. Yes, you have to torture their glory and dignity to nothing. Let them regret it Refute Ormhead's orders and disobey my lead."

"Hehehehe, at this time, I will ride on my face with my father's martial arts flying dragon, and let the ancient human race obey me with tears in their eyes, just like worshiping their savior, their favorite leader, and admiring me as the greatest of this group Guardian dragon, hahaha...hahahaha!!!"

Standing on the back of the black dragon, Lyle watched the mean kid with a distorted smile and trembling all over.

"It's really despicable, Alcaron, the ancient human race will have a bad impression of me."

"It's for my people, Dragon King Priest, big people. And if you don't, they won't have a good impression of you. They don't like 'little' people."

(End of this chapter)