Age of Adepts

The Temple of Ice, a mysterious high platform.

Protoss Turas is still working hard to study the various mysterious and strange patterns engraved on it, but it has to temporarily stop halfway through this work.

No way, the old dragon is back!

The expected battle between the fire man and the old dragon did not happen, or it happened so briefly that Turas was blocked by the old dragon rushing back on the high platform before he found the real entrance.

Seeing the ice bone dragon Nax who broke through the fog and reappeared in front of his eyes, the protoss Turas felt a little sympathetic.

This old dragon is simply too miserable!

After being forcibly transformed from the Ice Dragon into the Ice Bone Dragon, the scales and flesh on Nax's body have disappeared without a trace, leaving only the bony bones that are stronger than fine steel and the huge and exaggerated flag gun-like bone spurs.

And between the blue-gray keel, periosteum, and bone sutures, there is a dazzling blue icy air filled. The azure blue cold power filled the bone dragon's chest, abdomen and skull, and condensed on the surface of the body to form strange ice flower runes that swirled and swirled.

A layer of transparent blue ice crystals wraps every inch of the bone dragon's body. To attack the bone dragon's body, the first one needs to break through the ice force field outside the body, and the second one needs to break through that layer of ice crystal protection.

Only by breaking through these two layers of basic defense, can it be possible to extend the attack to the body of the bone dragon!

And in this cold ice temple, Nax seems to have endless power, and can use that terrifying cold power extravagantly.

This is its lair and its home field!

In this ice temple, it is impossible for any Tier 4 creature to defeat the Ice Bone Dragon Nax who is backed by the ancient winter box.

But there are exceptions to everything!

The only thing that can defeat a super holy artifact is another super holy artifact!

The old dragon, who didn't dare to carry the Box of Winter, could only absorb the power in it endlessly, suddenly met Greem, who had two super-level witchcraft in his hand, and naturally fell down instantly.

Terrible golden flames exploded on the old dragon's body, no matter how the old dragon beat and gathered cold air, they couldn't get rid of them. The golden flames and the blue cold energy crazily exchanged and collided in its body, almost triggering a riot of all the energy in the old dragon's body.

The once elegant, proud, sacred, and coercive Frost Bone Dragon Nax now has half of his body as flames and half of his body as ice. Using its body as a battlefield, its energy and life as fuel, two strange powers of law confronted each other crazily.

And what they consume every time they collide with each other is the vitality that Nax is most reluctant to give up...

The Frost Bone Dragon Nax was almost blinded by the flames, and he stumbled back to the mysterious high platform along the way.

Now it urgently needs the help of the ancient severe winter box.

Only the pure and abundant power of severe winter in there can extinguish the stubborn damn flame on his dragon body. However, it rushed back to the vicinity of the high platform, and saw the hateful protoss who was trying to crack the talisman at a glance.

Nax almost went crazy.

Although it has been severely damaged by the law of fire, its majestic divine power and powerful dragon language magic are still there, so how can it be afraid of a low-level 'thief'!

With a big mouth, a strange dragon's breath intertwined with ice and fire hit the ball of blue starlight.

Damn, why did this old dragon come back so quickly...

While complaining secretly, the star spirit Turas flashed the psionic energy in his body, and quickly condensed several psionic shields in front of him, blocking the hot and cold dragon's breath that swept towards him.

If it's nothing but flame and cold air, this kind of shield constructed from psionic energy can perfectly defend against any elemental magic particles. But the power of the two laws attached to the dragon's breath is the most terrifying.

They adhered to the shield with the scorching flames and extremely cold dragon breath, and while entangled and fighting with each other, they also crazily destroyed the stability of psionic energy.

Several nether energy shields failed to last until the end of the dragon's breath, and exploded into brilliant fireworks amid bursts of crisp explosions.

The next moment, the scorched black mouth of the old dragon opened wide, knocking away the fireflies all over the sky, and viciously biting towards the strange and beautiful body of the protoss, which was like blue mist.

Damn it, it turned out to be the power of law with dual attributes, or the weird ice and fire...

Protoss Turas didn't even have time to curse, and a flickering body moved a hundred meters, avoiding the terrifying mouth under the hood.

But as soon as its body emerged, the old dragon's huge long tail, which was also scorched black, appeared in front of it through the mist with a howling wind.

After all, this is Nax's home field, and the slightest energy change and disturbance in the Ice Temple cannot be hidden from its eyes and ears. Therefore, he was not willing to leave the high platform too far, and Turas, who flashed a little closer, immediately suffered a double blow from the old dragon.

This time, Protoss Turas had no time to react.

The thick and long dragon tail directly crushed several psionic shields that had just emerged, and lashed at Turas' strange cloud-like body.

There was no sound of bones exploding, flesh and blood exploding, the blue light mass purely condensed by incorporeal clouds and the starlight nodes inside were all scattered by this terrifying force.

The blue group disappeared instantly.

When it reappeared, it was already in the depths of a mist five hundred meters away.

After a period of difficult assembly and combination, the star cluster re-condensed into shape. However, more than half of the starlight nodes that built the torso of the protoss had been lost, and nearly 30% of the cloud-like psionic energy that formed the periphery of the body had been lost.

"Damn it... This is a big loss!" Turas supported his body with difficulty, and said bitterly: "The phantom energy circuit has been broken up and reorganized, and the phantom energy has also lost 30%. Such a big loss does not take a hundred years. I'm afraid I can't make up for it! Damn old dragon, I will make you pay the price..."

Cursing in a low voice, Turas adjusted the phantom energy.

Soon, countless strange rays of light shot in all directions, and its gorgeous and strange body disappeared into the mist again.

After driving away the protoss Turas, the old dragon Nax rushed back to the high platform. As soon as its breath touched the dense rune lines on the table, a strange array of light patterns emerged, completely covering it.

The soul breath of the old dragon interacted with the light-pattern array. After a series of verifications and audits, a ray of light finally lit up in the center of the high platform. A tiny opening opened on the smooth ice crystal plate, and from it gushed out a thick, almost Substantial frost and freezing air.

As soon as the liquid frosty air came into contact with the outside air, it immediately disintegrated into a misty thick mist, which spread in all directions. And the old dragon couldn't wait to put his big mouth in front of the hole, greedily absorbing the power of this liquid cold.

Strange to say, as soon as the power of severe cold entered the body, the golden flames still burning everywhere in the old dragon's torso were instantly extinguished. The blue ice power ruled the whole body again, and even the keels that were exposed after the ice crystals were damaged were covered with a layer of ice crystal armor again after the cold current flowed through.

However, along with the power of the severe cold, there was also an unusually pale breath of death.

Their influx immediately made the old dragon's originally vigorous life aura become decayed and dull. Many delicate blue keels immediately turned black and yellow, and a rancid smell unique to undead creatures immediately entangled Nax's soul.

As a once proud and stalwart dragon, he has always been extremely disgusted with undead creatures!

But now, for greater power, it has to give up the pride and glory of the dragon and throw itself into the embrace of undead creatures. For Nax, who has always regarded glory as life, the impact on its soul is undoubtedly very huge!

But at this juncture of life and death, it can't help it to continue to be vague.

The old dragon Nax sniffed violently, and the violent and fierce cold power mixed with the sinister and terrifying death power crazily washed its soul, trying to transform it into an appearance suitable for a super-level holy weapon.

If there is no foreign invasion, it can prolong this transformation process to hundreds of years. In this way, the pain suffered by the soul source can also be shared over a long period of time.

But now, it doesn't have that much time, so it can only desperately take risks to carry out the transformation before the battle!

In this way, the risk of failure of the transformation will increase dramatically.

The old dragon Nax raised its neck and let out a long, painful cry. Its blue body just now was decaying and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The power of severe cold and the power of death are intertwined and entangled in its body, making its body blacken and brittle rapidly as if it has been brushed with ink.

This kind of double transformation from body to soul, the shock to the soul and the source of life is not something ordinary people can bear.

Even the old dragon Nax could only howl desperately, venting his indescribably terrible pain with bursts of stern dragon chant!

The fog continued to vibrate.

Near the high platform, one left and one right, two strange figures came out slowly.

They looked at the giant dragon with its neck raised and groaning on the high platform, and then at each other, their eyes were full of unconcealed greed and vigilance in the face of powerful enemies.

"I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply..." The lich Congnas on the left was the first to speak: "It seems that the holy scripture of wisdom has been completely surrendered by you, otherwise you would not have such a powerful power !"

Its scarlet soul fire swept across the book-shaped witchcraft in Greem's hand, and it was full of deep regret and endless regret.

If I had known that the Holy Book of Wisdom was so powerful, I would have taken it even if I fought this fire man on the Morian plane that time.

But it's too late to say anything now.

The other party has obviously completely surrendered the Holy Book of Wisdom and assimilated it into his own witch weapon. It is undoubtedly very unwise to dwell on the past at this time.