Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

The smoke and dust soared upwards with the roar of giant beasts, and humanized fear appeared in the eyeballs of those predators of life, dragging their bloodstains all over their bodies, driving their stumps to flee to the depths of the dark jungle.

The flames are like fresh blood, rushing towards the face with a clamor of death, like a hungry glutton eating the forest.The water vapor was evaporated by the high temperature, and the rising smell of blood was like an appetizer.Crouching on the plaster, the giant beast formed by the flames is sprinkling its "saliva" everywhere.

This forest is obviously unusual. The plants that should have been weak in fire resisted the fire. The water-soaked vines, the solid wood thorns, and the aerial roots that constantly sprayed water vapor. The fire-fighting measures of these plants are better than anyone else. Life The survival instinct is so great.

The arsonist mob crushes greatness in an instant.The ancient human beings stepped on the grass blades with their feet, cut off the vines, shirtless, and looked at the billowing flames as nothingness. They took out half-burned wood from the fire site and threw them into the depths of the green shade that was not lit by the fire.The battle cries of the burning men were rampant, and the tribe continued to strangle the land and the other life on it.

Born to be a member of Sahazahn's natural support, ancient human beings did not shy away from flames, but instead became expulsors of flames, persecuting other beings.

The black dragon Alcalon vibrated his wings to shake off the dust, and the suspended matter in the air made his nasal cavity uncomfortable and thirsty.

What a wonderful scene of hell.

"It would be better if it wasn't in my own house."

He gracefully landed on Shifeng, put his front paws on the edge of the cliff, and his lower body caused a slight vibration when he landed. He moved his neck and looked around. The whole Sahazan was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames. blooming flowers.

He was very excited. The beastly desire to destroy the fighting dragon was forcibly suppressed by the villain's restraint. Alcaron looked at the old man beside him with some complaints. The black dragon priest Ormhaide stayed here longer than him.

"Is this fortifying the wall and clearing the field?"

The old man in black didn't reply, and seemed to think that such an obvious question didn't need to be answered.

Arcalon didn't ask any more questions, and stood beside the old man, looking at the death and fire, silent as a stone sculpture.

"...Bai Long and Princess, are you feeling better?"

There was a little smugness on the dragon's face, hidden behind the scales.

"The old man controlled Boer's evil deification, you should really see how he manipulates those bone spurs to explode from the flesh..."

"Poldris has become a ragged pocket full of holes, and Immelt is using the flame of life to recast him. The white dragon priest became even crazier, and was still screaming when he was controlled by Morroki He intends to kill the evil god, and now he is guarding the mermaid ice sculpture mountain."

"The old man drove us back. He said that the enemy is coming, and the sleeper's servant army will invade our territory. My most respected teacher, you seem to know our enemy very well."

Ormhaide, the black dragon priest, the master of expression management.The black dragon knew that this little old man-like dragon priest could transform into a giant dragon just like himself, but with his camouflaged form, his facial features looked like a wrinkled old face twisted into a ball, Alcaron would never be able to get out of the dough. Recognize expressions in the same folds.

Just like at this moment, when he heard the sound, the black dragon could only see a slight vibration on his face.

"In the last battle of the gods, our tribe suffered heavy losses because of them. The enemy was worms. Yemotar the Devourer climbed onto the land and evolved into the ruler of the land before Father Dragon. The last era of the age of dragons was the era of swarms."

The black dragon bared its teeth, full of curiosity about its past enemies.

"Are they simply wiped out by the sleepers?"

"It may be difficult for you to understand. Zerg, because of their unique social structure and hierarchical thinking level, Zerg is a race with a relatively solid thinking model. The dragon father is originally a fragment representing a betrayed god, and the dragons he bred are all There is a certain degree of 'freedom' of thought. And the ant queen civilization of Zerg makes them spontaneously worship and love higher superiors."

"Before they thought independently, they accepted the assimilation of the creator sleeper. God worship is the final product of the queen ant structure."

The Black Dragon Priest's introduction to the swarm civilization came to an abrupt end. It is not difficult to see that the previous science popularization was also based on the scriptures. No one knows how hard he spent memorizing these.For these wisdoms about social construction and mental education, the black dragon forces have reached a high degree of aversion.

"So, who are the enemies we should fight against, what are their capabilities, and how to defeat them."

"Mind flayers, a specialized swarm."

"That's the name? Oh, its parents must not love it very much." Alcaron panted deliberately in an exaggerated tone, and his enemy, the eldest son of war, was aggressive in every way.

"...The swarms are soldiers, and they are better at accepting missions than accepting names. Mind flayers are swarms with specialized parasitic abilities. They can parasitize in the living body through a secret medium, and control the host to launch an offensive. The last war In the war, almost all of our tribal warriors died under the sharp axes of their companions. It was not the bloodshed and sacrifice that made ancient humans fearful, but the swords and axes of the people close to them. Our war is not a bloody conflict, but a battle to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. ...a spy war."

Alcalon narrowed his eyes, and his bright eyes showed a bit of killing intent aroused by threats. He liked challenging opponents.The mind flayer's targeting of powerful ancient humans was visible to the naked eye, and being deliberately targeted felt like a wooden thorn stuck in a fingernail. Just at this moment, the black dragon's anger condensed into a violent volcano.

"This reminds me of Lyall, that damn breeder who used to scare me with nightmares..."

"The advantage of the swarm lies in its reproductive ability and large base. It is due to the powerful mutation ability obtained by the evil gods. They can evolve at will and select restrained arms for any force. You are right, the servant army of the swarm is exactly aimed at every dragon. The strengths and weaknesses of the Familia. If you want to defeat the swarm, you must first overcome your weaknesses."

"Dancing on the enemy's weakness, hahaha, I almost can't tell which side is the primitive group eliminated by history." Alcalon laughed loudly, the smoke inhaled into his mouth did not cause the black dragon any discomfort, and the smoke leaked from the corner of his mouth The black mist, coupled with that gloomy gaze, made him look like a treacherous poisonous dragon.

Obviously the content of the conversation is not good for the tribe, both the black dragon and the dragon priest are calm, looking at the fire in the sky, silently lost in thought.A representative of flesh and strength, standing in the ashes, full of conceit.

Alcalon was still a little younger, he took the lead in lowering his head, lying on the ground like a viper, spitting out venom.

"That's why you agreed to let him intervene..."

In that voice was the pride of seeing through the truth, as well as the annoyance of being profaned.

"Use evil gods to deal with evil gods... You understand that the weakness of the family members cannot be changed in a short period of time, so you use Lyle to interfere with everyone. His characteristics as an evil god can form a certain degree of cognitive bias for all contacts. Only he can, in a short period of time, transform us into a different kind of 'crazy' and overcome obvious weaknesses."

"So you are really brave, crazy dragon priests...you have turned the dragon and the group into the evil god's plaything."

Alcaron really had the intention to kill his own people, and the cunning operation he thought was hidden behind the scenes seemed to be guided by some cryptic instructions.

"Let the evil god contact my father, corrupt the dragon, and then let him take over and corrupt his own group. In a way that we can accept and feel normal, turn everyone...into another evil god's alternative servant army... "

Ormhead said coldly: "God's erosion is inevitable and irresistible. This is not determined by someone's will or even a certain concept. If you feel that everything is beyond your control, you can fabricate an invisible force called [Fate] to comfort you." Own."

As if to comfort the black dragon who fell into some kind of hysteria, the dragon priest added another sentence.

"Come on, you also accepted this result, why are you hypocritical, the eldest son of the war."

Alcalon bared his teeth, and the berserker's nameless rage came as he said it.

"Expressing dissatisfaction is the power given to me by [Fate], and I will trample those bugs to death."