Lord Roar

Chapter 538 Forced irrigation
Knowing that Dina might be in the hands of the Goddess of Ice and Snow, Conslet and the others were in a hurry, otherwise the handsome old man and the old butler wouldn't have ran over recklessly and been cut back.

Seeing Alan coming, a group of old guys didn't care about Menrosa's blockage and wanted to continue copying guys again. Unexpectedly, Alan, who had always been impatient, calmed down first.

"Believe me, this time I will not only save Dina, but I also want to keep Toltai. I want to let the demon plane know that people from our Bloodhoof tribe can't be caught if they want!"

Seeing that Allen said so, the old guys had no choice but to wait patiently.

No matter how much these old guys made trouble for Allen when he was in the camp, as long as he left the tribal camp or in front of outsiders, no matter who it was, no one ever refuted Allen.

Allen is not only waiting for foreign aid, but also making full use of all the resources in the tribe today.

Not only to deal with Toltoy, but also to fight a special war!

Including the remaining common wands and elemental gems, Allen asked the three major designers of the tribe to work overtime for all improvements, and the improvements must be designed according to his intentions.

In addition to these, he also used the Spring of Elements and the Spring of Life that he had just obtained.

"Give me a drink!" Allen was like a king who was holding his wife cheating, with his arms tightly wrapped around Destroyer's neck and pouring the fountain of elements into it!

"Old...boss, we dragons...the dragons are really not monsters. If they want to drink, they have to drink the water of life...spring!" Destroyer was choked and coughed repeatedly, and he couldn't get rid of Alan's strong body no matter how hard he tried arm.

Brad watched from the side shivering, and he found that the boss's strength was getting stronger and stronger.

"You're not a fucking human, what fountain of life do you drink?" Allen was almost strangled to death by Destroyer, but half of the fountain of elements in the crystal jug was poured into Destruction's throat.

Next to Albert and Menrosa were rabbit-like red eyes, all kinds of envy and hatred.

But it's useless no matter how jealous they are, the fountain of elements is for monsters to drink, and it's useless for them to drink it.

Conslet shook his head secretly and couldn't help sighing.

Rough, really rough, a good opportunity to buy people's hearts, Alan did like butchering a pig.

And with these few gallons of elemental springs, Allen and Raging Flame Dragon City can ask for a fifth-order giant dragon to be a thug, and it is too speechless to waste it on two idiot dragons.

The Elemental Fountain can forcibly upgrade the Warcraft, but it is calculated according to the specific level of the used Warcraft. The lower the level, the stronger the innate elemental affinity, and the less the Elemental Fountain will be used.

The same is true for the Fountain of Life, which means that three gallons of the Fountain of Life can advance ten intermediate magicians, but it may not be able to advance a senior magician.

Rooney's cultivation was already very stable before, and his talent was outstanding, so Allen didn't use too many fountains of life to force him to rise to the rank of sub-sage, although it had no actual combat effectiveness.

But Destruction is different. This guy is already a Tier [-] dragon, but strictly speaking, he neither belongs to the ranks of element users, nor does he belong to the category of Warcraft.

Of course, that's what Ruin and Brad himself said.

The proud Dragon Clan will definitely not admit that they evolved from Warcraft!
But in Allen's eyes, as long as they are not human-shaped element users, they are all monsters.

The two dragons were chatting while smoking a big cigar, but Allen suddenly ran over, pinched Destruction's neck and began to pour the fountain of elements.

It's a good thing, but it's not artistic at all to let Allen do it.

Advancement is something that everyone dreams of. If Alan talks to Ruin well, even if the dragon clan is proud, even if Ruin does not admit that he is a monster, under the temptation of advancement, it will eventually come to fruition.

But Allen didn't have that patience, so he dealt with it very roughly.

After drinking the fountain of elements, Destruction wanted to spit it out, but he was afraid of wasting it, so swallow it, which is equivalent to admitting that he is a monster in disguise, so he squatted there in embarrassment, with a dejected expression. The appearance, but the big dripping eyes obviously betrayed him.

It seems that this guy also expects that he can advance through the fountain of elements.

Allen ignored him, and walked towards the shivering Brad with a smirk: "Say, do you drink it yourself or let me drink it for you!"

"Boss, our dragon family is really not a monster..." Brad looked disgusted as if he wanted to refuse.

"Bah, be a bitch and set up a memorial archway!" The handsome old man whispered next to him.

Before Brad could continue pretending to be B, Allen gave Brad a bear hug and pushed him to the ground, and began to use his strength while riding on the other side!

After a burst of mourning for the remarriage of parents and mothers, Allen threw the crystal pot with only a few drops left on the ground, and went about doing other things on his own.

Albert pounced on it like a wild dog, and carefully kicked the crystal jug with a few drops of the fountain of elements into his arms.

Menrosa coughed softly beside him, Albert hesitated for a moment, and then handed the crystal jug to Menrosa with an embarrassing expression.

menrosa is nonchalant and cautious
The fountain of elements is not the same as the fountain of life. It needs to slowly integrate the magic power and vitality in the body, so there will be no results for a while.

Besides, the Tier [-] giant dragon itself is already very powerful, so it may not be enough for the two giant dragon brothers to share half of the few gallons of elemental fountain.

Conslet caught up with Allen and asked, "What about the remaining fountains of life?"

"You and the old butler don't want it. Albert went to go a little before, and now there are less than three gallons left. I put more than half of it in the Magic Tower. You will use it for your apprentices in the future. There is a small half. Prepare to return favors."

The handsome old man nodded, and asked with a half-smile: "Aren't you going to use it yourself? Isn't it your long-cherished wish to be a magician and use magic elements?"

Allen shook his head indifferently.Unusually free and easy said: "Good resources should be used on useful people, I forget it, I don't have this talent!"

The handsome old man smiled gratifiedly.

The Seraphim King of the Demon Race went to St. Cassis Continent to step on the field. For the natives of the mainland, this is both a crisis and an opportunity.

If it is done well, it is equivalent to breaking an arm of the Lich King, and the strategic significance is also great, no less than the panic caused by the demons running to the Saint Cassis Continent to kill a holy-level archmage.

Of course, the premise is to kill the Seraphim and Siren Lord!

If they don't fully understand, the demons will use the extreme north as a bridgehead, pull the mainland's indigenous races into this flesh and blood mill, and then use the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect as their base to open the big rift in time and space. In the next few years, there will be an endless stream of demons. The elite will follow.

Depending on the situation, Seraph Toltoy is also quite helpless. Whether it is a man-made crack or a crack in a stable natural space, the movement is large enough to arouse the awareness of any Bimon priest and the Holy See, so now he showed up generously and brought a team The elite cooperates with the Ice and Snow Goddess Cult to gain time.

However, the other party's attitude also represented confidence, which inevitably made the indigenous races on the low-magic plane a little frustrated.

The meaning expressed by the Seraphim King is very simple: Scumbags, I am so crazy, if I refuse to accept you, come and fuck me!
There are only two things that Allen and a group of bigwigs can be sure of now.

First, this is a trap. From the time of catching Dina, whether Helene Lena or the Demon Race, it has been leading everyone by the nose. Now they are waiting to hit the door. It is unknown what conspiracy will follow. .

Second, knowing that it is a trap, everyone has to copy guys, especially the Bloodhoof tribe. Let alone the six-winged king, even the eighteen-winged and twenty-four-winged king is useless. Helen Lena must die, Di Na must be rescued too!
(End of this chapter)