Red Dragon Roar

"Next, Warwick."

Yize looked at Lick Dog, since he sent this guy to the front line, he hadn't heard his flattery for a long time.

He was thinking about whether to transfer him back after everything was over, and do nothing every day until he was caught and praised.

Nothing else, listening to licking the dog and patting the dragon's fart makes me feel at ease.

"Supreme Dragon King, your most loyal servant has been granted divine grace many times, and I dare not expect grace. Please, Your Majesty, leave this opportunity to other leaders."

Warwick knelt on the ground with his five bodies on the ground. Since this guy merged with Ize's dragon blood to become a dragon-veined jackal, and combined with the power of the evil god, his strength has grown rapidly.

His strength had entered the legend long before the Dragon Empire completely unified the northern border, and now it has become one of the cards of the Dragon Empire, and even the ancient green dragon's poisonous and thirsty blood has to respect him.

"Bullshit!"

Yize laughed and scolded: "Except for my respect, there is no truth, tell me, what are you worried about?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Licking the dog grinned with an ugly and ferocious face, and three tentacles that kept squirming shyly rubbed against him.

"Master, I don't dare to speculate on your wisdom, but I'm afraid of the bloodline backtracking!"

"What are you afraid of? Come and listen."

Ize was very interested, and among the many family members, only this licking dog dared to talk to him in this tone.

Licking the dog has never forgotten the oath he made in Huangyangang. No matter what changes in the strength and status of the two sides, he still puts himself in the position of a servant, and Yize is the eternal master.

It is this mentality that allows Warwick to maintain his position in the Red Dragon clan.

This point, even Aurelion can't compare.

"Master, you know that gnolls are not real dragons. Life is too short. Few gnolls can live to the end of their lives, let alone the evolution of life forms into legends."

Licking the dog respectfully said: "I have never heard of the gnoll god, if it wasn't for you to take me in, the insect-eater Warwick might have died long ago, but you gave me a new life, master, in my heart, you is the only true God.”

"Ding dog, this is not the time for your acceptance speech."

Ize couldn't help laughing and scolding, it's not unreasonable for this guy to be his confidant.

"Hehe, master, what I mean is that my father's ancestors may have been wild dogs that drank blood in the wilderness of the southern border. It took a lot of rare materials to trace my bloodline. Isn't this a waste! It's not worth the master at all."

"So you were worried about this."

Yize couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Since I plan to let you roll in, of course I have taken this into consideration."

He looked at the magic circle, and Xu Xu said, "This ritual can not only trace back the bloodline, but also strengthen the bloodline. If the backtracking bloodline doesn't work, all the elemental magic will pour into your body in large quantities, and it will be harmful to you. The existing blood vessels are stimulated and strengthened, so as to achieve the effect of enhancing strength.”

The Dragon King's answer brightened the eyes of many clan leaders. They all encountered the same problems as Warwick, and now the biggest difficulty has been solved, and there is no more worry.

"But Master, I have another question."

"Say."

Licking the dog waving his tentacles recklessly, he replied nonchalantly: "You know that my other half of strength comes from the evil god, I am worried that the guy will come when the bloodline is retraced."

Thinking of that unfortunate evil god, Ize was instantly happy.

"If He is really in a hurry to come and send people's heads, it is obviously the best. At that time, I will kill as much of the evil god's power as you can absorb. I forgot to mention that this bloodline reversion spell is me. The deal made with the source of the evil **** and that lich."

Yize's tone revealed a strong confidence, since he ignited the divine fire, he no longer worried about the projection of the gods.

And the guy who sent the head over and over again, he didn't pay attention at all.

Warwick blinked, slightly stunned.

The master is still as strong as ever.

"Wild dog, hurry up, do you want to improve your strength, if you don't want to, I'll give it to Bloodhoof."

"I want ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I want it, Master!"

Warwick crawled into the magic circle of the retrospective ceremony, watching the clan leaders keep laughing.

The colorful rays of light constantly penetrated Warwick. He had seen Aurelion's retrospective scene with his own eyes, and he was not worried at all about whether there would be an accident.

The master is waiting outside in person, even if a powerful true **** descends, it will not work.

Warwick closed his eyes slowly, he could feel his whole body's blood boiling under the guidance of an inexplicable force, this feeling was very warm and comfortable, and he couldn't help raising his head and roaring.

Soon, phantoms of gnolls quickly emerged from Warwick's body.

As he said before, the bloodline has been traced back for dozens of generations, and the appearance of these jackals has not changed much.

If this is the case, there is no doubt that the precious magic materials currently consumed by this spell ritual are all wasted.