Make the dragon great again

Chapter 328 Being Too Steady Is Sometimes Not a Good Thing

"Beckett, long time no see."

A strange voice came from beside him. Oppenheimer turned his head and saw a centaur warrior covered in scars.

While turning his head, Oppenheimer quickly read the superficial memory of the centaur named "Beckett" replaced by his own personality through the seal of the servant.

"Long time no see, Tork, the last time was on the North Wind Plain, right?"

"Haha, it's an honor to be remembered by the warriors of Stormrage Tribe."

"I've been looking forward to galloping on the grasslands with you again, warrior of the Zhanbow tribe."

Oppenheimer endured the disgust from his heart, and dealt with the overly familiar guy in front of him based on the information he read from Beckett's shallow memory.

"There will be a day, my friend, after we defeat those damned undead creatures!"

'Beckett' frowned.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Tork patted the back of his braided head and said:

"Those things have died a long time ago, and they can't die again, so they'd better disappear from this world!"

"Oh, you're right."

'Belt' said with a half-smile, he already sentenced this centaur who dared to say such words in front of himself, an undead lich, to eternal slavery!

——After he completes the plan for this trip, all the centaurs in his sight will bear the curse from the undead lich and death walker!

Just let you enjoy a moment of unobstructed time...

"Then Tork, I'll go over there first."

Finding an opportunity, 'Beckett' diverted from Tork's chattering topic and walked aside.

"Have a good rest, my friend."

Still smiling brightly, Tork said a short farewell to his 'friend'.

But after 'Beckett' walked away, the smile on this centaur warrior who had just experienced a life-and-death battle quickly faded away.

It's true that Beckett is a warrior of the Stormrage Tribe, and it's true that Tork met him on the Northwind Plain a year ago, but...

The relationship between the Stormrage tribe and the Warbow tribe is not good, and Belt is not a centaur from the Stormrage tribe, he is the blood of the Warbow tribe, and he is Tork's half-brother!

And the last time the two met was not on the North Wind Plain a year ago, but not long ago, when the [Undead Plague] just broke out!
At that time, the two brothers met for the first time during the war...

"He's not the Beckett I know." Tork said with a serious expression.

Although the two of them did not show that they recognized each other as brothers, since the last time they parted, they had formed a deep friendship. Therefore, when he talked with 'Beckett' just now, his reaction was full of sympathy. eccentric!
Tork even said something wrong on purpose in several places, but 'Beckett' not only didn't notice, but also answered irrelevant questions...

"Friend, do you want to try it?" A familiar voice came from beside him.

It was the pandaren Changqing who had just left the ancestral hall. At this time, he was holding a water jug ​​made of bamboo joints, and he shook it a few times at Tork.

"This is?"

"Wine, I made my own wine."

The centaurs are nomads, and wine is a necessary ingredient in their diet. Tork, who was in trouble, didn't refuse, and took a sip.

"Cough! Huh...this wine is really delicious!"

"Is that so? This is baijiu brewed with the secret recipe passed down by our ancestors. After distillation, it's very exciting!"

"Old ancestor... the ancestor of the pandaren is really a powerful person." Tork, who was a little absent-minded, said politely.

"Haha, yes, it's amazing. The ancestor religion taught us characters and language, and taught panda people to know shame, understand honor and disgrace, and do things and not do things. He is a very powerful person..."

Changqing's tone was a bit somber, and he took a sip of wine.

Tork, who was absent-minded, couldn't help but froze for a moment.

"Uh, could it be that the ancestor...wasn't a pandaren? Ah, if this question offends you, you don't need to answer it."

"It's okay, we don't care about this," Changqing waved his hand.

"The ancestor is indeed not a pandaren, he is a human being, but it is said that he claims to be the descendant of the dragon..."

Chang Qing seemed to think of something funny, and couldn't stop laughing.

"Haha, speaking of this, the only thing I remember in the dossier is that the ancestor who claimed to be the 'descendant of the dragon' was best at the fighting technique called 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms'. Oh, this is the fighting technique I used when I helped you down the mountain."

Eighteen slaps to subdue the dragon?

Tork had some difficulty trying to understand the wondrous vocabulary of pandaren culture.

"However, rather than 'subduing the dragon', based on my actual experience, it seems to be more restrained against undead creatures..."

Changqing took another sip of wine and said:

"You look confused."

It turned out that he came over to chat with him because he saw something wrong with Tork's demeanor. Changqing admired this warrior who sacrificed his life for righteousness and died alone for the safety of his companions. generally.

After the gossip just now, the relationship between the two has become closer again. Tork showed hesitation, and finally decided to tell Changqing about the strange thing about Belt that he just discovered.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Tork's description of Changqing, his expression immediately became serious.

"What's wrong?" Tork was puzzled.

"To be honest, just now I discussed with other elders in the clan, and everyone thinks that those undead might want to infiltrate the interior of Zhushan!"

"This! Don't you suspect that Belt is already!"

"It's just possible, my friend, and..." Changqing added:
“You have seen the particularity of [monk monks] before. We have great restraint against undead creatures. This Bamboo Mountain has been our habitat for generations. Although we pandaren do not have the means of those magicians, according to the land Based on the original trend of the mountains and rivers, we have also arranged some formations called 'feng shui', using the same power as the [monk], so there is almost no possibility of undead creatures breaking into Zhushan!"

The implication is that if foreign enemies want to invade, it is impossible to send out undead creatures.

"So...Belt is mentally controlled by someone!?"

Changqing actually prefers that Belt himself is a traitor and an inner ghost, but Tork firmly believes that his half-brother will not be that kind of person, so he put forward such a guess.

"Well, this possibility is not small... In short, we have to go and see what Mr. Belter is doing right away!"

What is Belt, or Oppenheimer's doppelgänger, doing at this time?

He was walking around aimlessly.

Like a tourist from afar, walking in the long-awaited scenery relaxedly and comfortably, he doesn't look like a refugee, he seems a little lazy.

When he reached a certain place, Oppenheimer stopped and looked at a certain pile of rocks embedded in the mountain.

"A tomb? It's really interesting. They used the remains of the dead as nodes to set up a large magic circle to restrain the undead... These strange techniques must have been learned by the pandaren from the son of the ancestor dragon?"

Oppenheimer tried to activate his own [Death Walker] aura, and wanted to awaken the remains buried in the "node" as his servants, but perhaps it was because the avatar was too weak, or maybe the death walker's aura was destroyed by the panda. People's "magic circle" was restrained, so it didn't cause any reaction.

"It's really not that simple..."

Oppenheimer moved on to his next destination.

In the distance, Changqing and Tork watched 'Belt' from afar.

"what is that?"

"That is the tomb of an ancestor 2000 years ago." Chang Qing looked serious.

"It seems that he saw something..."

Knowing that it was the pandaren's secret, Tolk didn't ask any further questions. He was most concerned about what happened to Belt right now.

Next, the two followed 'Belt' all the way, and 'Belt' stopped and watched at various strange places one after another.

Changqing's expression became more and more serious, because the places where 'Belt' was looking at were all the key nodes of Zhushan's 'feng shui' formation!

Even those with weaker strength in the clan can't pinpoint the location of the node so accurately, but 'Belt', an outsider, and he's not even a [monk] outsider, can find the node better than Changqing, the grand master. Be quick!
"Tork, for some reason, I can no longer let this centaur friend continue to move freely!"

"This... well, but please don't hurt him." Tork also knew that something was wrong with his younger brother. Since Changqing also thought there was something wrong with him, he would naturally not object to his master's request.

"Don't worry, I'm a grandmaster! According to you, I'm hard to beat at the fifth level, and this Mr. Belter only has the strength to enter the fourth level."

Changqing smiled confidently, and asked Tork to wait aside. He shot alone, so as not to embarrass the brothers.

Changqing jumped out of the hiding place, and after a few jumps, he came behind 'Belt' who was standing and looking at a certain waterfall.

At this time, Tork, who was still in the hiding place, discovered that the two of them followed all the way, and they came to a very remote valley unknowingly, a long distance from the pandaren village, and was also surrounded by several The hills block the line of sight...

"This guest!" Changqing called out.

"Oh? It's a friend of the Pandaren, what's the matter?"

"Excuse me, what are you doing here? I found that your Excellency seems to be very interested in some strange places in our Zhushan."

"Hehe, what are you doing? Isn't this obvious? I'm looking for a way to break your magic formation." The centaur's smile gradually became ferocious.

The black eyes in the dark circles of Changqing's eyes suddenly widened, and the whitish transparent flames on his body rose instantly.

The next moment, under the surface around Changqing, dozens of spikes that were as black as ink and of unknown material broke through the ground in an instant, and stabbed fiercely at Changqing who was in a defensive posture!

"drink!"

The pandaman took a stride, clasped his arms in front of him, and made a strange gesture. He heard a "ping", and the pitch-black spikes that pierced the pandaren seemed to have hit the hardest metal in the world. After a momentary golden light flashed on the surface of the panda's body, the roots broke!
The broken black spikes turned into strands of black air and drifted away. After the dissipated black air collided with the evergreen "Qi", there was a "sizzling" mutual annihilation sound.

"This is! You are a necromancer!"

Changqing was shocked, and at the same time suddenly realized that in order to track down this 'Belt' just now, he didn't even greet his clan members, and even followed him all the way to a remote place deep in the mountains by a strange coincidence!

something wrong!The opponent came prepared!

"I'm sorry, Brother Tork!"

Changqing knew that he couldn't keep his hand any longer, so he apologized to Tork in his heart, shouted loudly, and with all his strength, stepped forward and punched directly in front of 'Belt'.

"The strength is good. It seems that your status is not low among the Pandaren. It was indeed the right decision to waste time attracting you."

Oppenheimer chuckled, and he didn't dodge, letting Changqing's "qi" fist hit the chest and abdomen.

Just when the pandaren's fist was about to hit, the part below the centaur's body and the horse's part twisted suddenly, as if the pandaren's fist had hit a ball of fleshy mud, it sank deeply into the centaur's body, and was attached to it. His disgusting flesh and blood were bound tightly.

"Stitching ghoul? You are an undead creature... No, pure undead creatures can never enter Zhushan, you are a demilich undergoing lich transformation!"

The flames on Changqing's body steamed again, blasting the flesh and blood of the ghoul wrapped around his arm, and doing a few backflips in a row to avoid the blow of the centaur's arm that turned into a sickle.

After accepting the close-up burst of "Qi" from [Monk], a big hole was blown out of the centaur's chest, exposing the blackened flesh and blood inside.

"Belt!"

Tork in the distance couldn't help but rushed forward.

"Don't come here! He's not your younger brother anymore, if you save him, go and inform the others!" Changqing shouted without turning his head.

Seeing Belt, who was gradually turning into a ghoul, and Changqing, who was facing an enemy, Tork was heartbroken, but also knew that the situation was very bad, so he suppressed his emotions and wanted to turn around and call for someone.

"It turns out that the problem is with you..."

Oppenheimer sneered, although it was his temporary intention to lure this pandaren over, but he wanted to secretly find out all the details of Zhushan before making trouble, and he was still quite unhappy about being exposed in advance.

With a snort, Oppenheimer manipulated the already greatly alienated centaur body, and disappeared in front of Changqing with a bang, chasing after Tork in the distance.

There are still a few hills away from the place with human eyes. The time difference caused by this distance is enough for Oppenheimer to kill Tork.

In fact, Changqing could just leave Tork and rush back to report the news, but he knew that after losing his restraint, this semi-lich who sneaked into Zhushan will definitely destroy all the "feng shui" nodes he has found, and the immortals outside will die It's hard to say whether creatures will still be hindered by the harsh geographical environment of Zhushan...

"Come on, try to stop me! It will take at least a day or two before the arrival of the dragon clan, and the 'destiny' you guard will become my thing before then! Hehe, you have to thank the dragon Adrian, thank him An overly cautious character..."

At the same time, the United City, which is one day's flight away from Zhushan, under Adrian's instruction, the flying dragons who cleaned up the large number of undead creatures in the city gathered in groups to deal with the battle of [Legendary], and headed towards the final "future" Liberated Area" - Zhushan, go hand in hand.

[Sky City].

"Shouldn't it be? I've almost cleaned up the [Undead Plague], so Oppenheimer really didn't fight back at all?"

Adrian, who has already started micro-manipulating the whole process, fell into deep doubts.

"Could it be that he naively thinks that I will get along with him in harmony in the future, so it doesn't matter whether it develops into [Undead Scourge] this time? Or does he firmly believe that hiding in the extreme arctic ice field, there are some traitors covering him, and my threat is not enough. consider?"

I don't understand. I don't understand.

Why are people nowadays so gaudy, why don't you come face to face with me?
Adrian is stricter on himself than on others—referring to the path of obscene development.

One's own enemies should preferably be the type of gourd baby sent to grandpa. If the villains are too smart, it would be too embarrassing for the author 8!

"Anyway, we should be able to figure out his purpose by going to Zhushan. I have to be prepared to come anytime."

As long as those demigod traitors don't make a move, Adrian, who is an ancient dragon, has the confidence to hang up and beat a fellow who advanced at about the same time as himself!

In the face of absolute strength, no calculations are worth mentioning.
"I'm afraid that he has already completed some terrible plan..." Adrian accidentally set a flag.

……

To be continued, change first and then change.

Then what, quietly begging for a small ticket~
(End of this chapter)