Archmage Of The Undead

"Where is the great true dragon, Lord True Dragon Thorz?"

An old kobold warlock approached cautiously and asked in a low voice.

"Solz, this weak reptile, has been swallowed up by the great me. Reptile, do you have any questions?"

Huo Ling let out a dragon roar and spoke to the kobold warlock in dragon language.

He also discovered that after transforming into a giant dragon, he seemed to be affected by the dragon Solz, becoming more arrogant, even arrogant, and looking down on all other creatures.

"Bold, how could you!" A dragon-born kobold was furious. Even if he only had the strength of the silver level, he dared to draw his sword against Huo Ling, the gold level.

"Hmm...Is there anyone who resists my rule?"

Huo Ling's eyes narrowed slightly and he asked slowly.

"hateful!"

"For the great Solz!"

Several more dragon-born kobold warriors stood up. They drew their weapons and angrily said that these kobold warriors were all former dependents of Solz, and they were almost fanatical believers.

"Very good! Then I will send you to see Solz now!"

Huo Ling laughed loudly, took a sharp breath, and then spit out a hot dragon's breath from his mouth.

The scorching dragon's breath brought high temperature, distorted the surrounding air, and sprayed on the bodies of the few kobold warriors who stood up.

"Ouch!"

These kobolds who were attacked by the dragon's breath howled miserably. Even if they used their fighting spirit, it was not easy to use it at this moment. The fighting spirit was quickly consumed under the attack of the dragon's breath, and then their bodies were burned directly. A lump of coke.

As unlucky as they were, several kobold warriors who accidentally stood a little too close to them were also brutally burned to death.

Huo Ling coughed. He was still a little unskilled in using Dragon Breath for the first time and almost choked himself.

Looking at the product he had just created, he couldn't help but have a look of pity in his eyes. He didn't react just now.

The mentality of the dragon is so harmful. This direct headshot can also be used to make a dark warrior. Now it has become carbon. What a pity.

"Ho! Now...I will become your new master!

Who agrees!

Who objects? ? "Huo Ling flapped his wings and roared.

"Meet the great true dragon!"

Sure enough, after killing these thornheads, the remaining kobolds knelt down in a sensible manner.

"His Majesty the Great True Dragon, I still don't know your name?"

The leader, an old kobold warlock, raised his head and asked.

"My name: Huo Ling!

Remember this name, the rest of your life will be glorious because of this name!"

By the way, this is the flavor! ! !

The old kobold nodded with satisfaction. Sure enough, all great true dragons taste like this!

Then, all the kobolds kneeling nearby began to shout Huo Ling's name. They knelt on the ground, lowered their heads and prayed to Huo Ling for new glory.

Huo Ling didn't bother searching, and directly pulled off hundreds of bloody scales from his body, and used his mental power to make these scales fly in front of the strongest group of kobolds in the tribe.

These dragon scales were like electric welding, firmly embedded on the foreheads of these kobolds under the influence of Huo Ling's mental power.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your blessing!"

The kobolds happily stroked their newly acquired dragon scales, even though the inlaying process was a bit bloody and painful, but when they felt the power and warmth given by the dragon again, they kowtowed excitedly.

Huo Ling also used healing spells to successfully stop the bleeding. As for the scales, they will need to grow slowly later.

He transformed the dragon's body into a half-dragon in front of these kobolds, and then returned to his human form.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of kobolds, Huo Ling began to dress slowly.

Transforming into a giant dragon would be great, but it would burst his clothes, so he just went naked when he came out.

But now a new problem has arisen. After bathing in the dragon's blood, his body has also developed a second time. Everything that should be bigger has become bigger. His height of two meters makes it impossible to wear the previous clothes.

There is no other choice but to go into battle in neutral and make do with the mage robe.

Huo Ling walked down the stone platform and came to the kobold kneeling in front of him and asked: "Who is the boss in the tribe?"

"Your Highness, the Akainu tribe will be your loyal servants, and of course you are the boss!" A kobold warlock knelt on the ground and answered respectfully.

There is nothing wrong with this. Huo Ling then asked: "Well... besides me, who is in charge?"

"Your Highness, your servant I am responsible for governing the Akainu tribe for you."

The eyes of all the kobolds around him were focused on an old kobold. The kobold warlock raised his head and answered respectfully.

Huo Ling asked: "What's your name?"

"Your Highness, I'm afraid the old slave's name will offend your ears. Just call me Orko." The kobold warlock said.

"Alco, let the others do what they have to do. You walk with me." Huo Ling waved his hand, indicating that the other kobolds did not need to continue kneeling.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Orko nodded, and then ordered the other kobolds to leave on their own.

"Come on, introduce me to the Akainu tribe."

Huo Ling walked in front, slowly observing the tribe.

"Your Highness, from what aspects do you want to know?" Olko was slightly stunned and asked.

The real dragons before did not have such leisure time. Solz only cared about two things before, one was the magic stones collected, and the other was whether the prey he hunted was enough to eat.

Huo Ling asked: "The population of the tribe, the strength of the warriors, the resources of the tribe, etc."

Olko thought for a moment, then said slowly: "There are nearly 20,000 kobolds in the Akainu tribe. There are still more than 200 black iron-level ones. There are still 22 silver-level kobold warriors. Two dog-headed warlocks and three silver-level ones.”

When Huo Ling heard this, he couldn't help but glance at this guy. He didn't expect that when he went to the cave to rescue Salz, not a single warlock died, and they were all hiding behind.

"The tribe can obtain a lot of magic materials after digging the veins in the mountains and refining them, as well as the magic potions collected daily, as well as the animal skins and magic cores harvested from hunting. These can be traded, and four can be obtained every year. Fifty thousand magic stones.”

Olko raised his head and glanced at Huo Ling, then continued: "Most of these magic stones are piled up in Lord Salz's dragon lair."

Huo Ling also raised his head when he heard this. He saw that the resources in the dragon's nest above had indeed not been collected yet. With a flash of mental energy, he asked Wilmot, who was following him, to go up and collect them.

"Trade, how was it done? Was it traded with the orc caravan here?" Huo Ling asked.

Orco shook his head and continued: "No, in every transaction, Mr. Salz collected these magic materials and potions, then captured a group of tribesmen and traded them hundreds of miles away."

"He doesn't want to reveal the location of the dragon's nest, so it happens every time."