Ride and Cut

While eating nonsense, Li Cha elaborated on the itinerary. He is a person who is good at telling stories, and the material is really rich, so he can't stop the car with just one mouth.

Starting from the blood knight in the small town and the dazzling attack and defense outside the cold winter city, everyone present was automatically attracted. When the plot progressed to the point where the city was full of dead overnight, everyone had already calmed down and listened intently. Speaking of the appearance of the undead dragon, the situation took a turn for the worse, and the dining hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and almost everyone held their breath subconsciously.

There were only a few rabbit maidservants who stood behind him and squeezed his shoulders and thumped his back, covering their mouths and screaming from time to time, as if they were raising a house of canaries, making people feel itchy in their hearts, as if a feather was scratching.

So the lord said in the most ostentatious and solemn tone, how he turned the tide in Qiqiu's transformation in the end, and how he killed the undead dragon in full view.

He was very satisfied to see that the whole room was silent, and he was about to lower his head and continue eating, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"I also got this." Li Cha took out a hard stone from his pocket and threw it on the table with his hands. Under the illumination of the hall lights, this "stone" shone with amber-like crystal clear luster.

"It's Dragon Crystal?" Annie's eyes widened.

Inside the transparent crystal, there was a miniature dragon that was sleeping with its body folded up. Awakened by the shock of the surrounding environment, he straightened up with sleepy eyes, opened his mouth and yawned.

"It's the dragon crystal." The lord nodded to Anne, briefly explained the ins and outs, and then whistled to Thutmose in the dragon crystal: "Come on, show everyone a trick."

Thutmose raised his head and looked at Li Cha with a humane sigh. After all, the form is better than the person, and it is obviously meaningless to entangle the dignity of the dragon right now. So he opened his mouth and blew hard, and the dragon's breath came out.

"This is amazing. His current nature should be close to the undead rather than the soul." Buckland looked at the scene in front of him in amazement. Few people in the past and present have probably had the opportunity to see a dragon perform a trick on its own initiative—even though the breath of the dragon is not much stronger than the head of a match.

"Undead?" The lord put down the knife and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and said to Thutmose in the dragon crystal: "Your former body is still there, can you drive it?"

The dragon bones have been brought back to Alpine Fort. The remains of this top magical creature will not rot easily even if left for half a year. If Thutmose can turn the dragon skeleton into an undead dragon again, wouldn't the lord be able to become a full-time undead dragonrider from now on? It's exciting to think about it.

"No, my soul power is too weak to support such a huge body..." Thutmose saw the increasingly obvious disappointment on the face of the Alpine Castle lord, and made up his mind, "But if it's smaller, it's fine."

He actually took the initiative to get out of the dragon crystal, and rushed into the pile of leftover chicken bones on the dining table. As a result, the pile of bones began to surge and gather as if they had life. The disassembled joints were reassembled, and the slight damage was repaired, turning into a complete chicken skeleton. Then he flapped his wings and flew up, circling the chandelier above the dining table.

Unclean shreds of meat were still hanging on this pair of chicken bones, teeth marks were clearly visible on the thigh bones, and it was obviously shivering to the extreme. But the flying posture is so soothing and surging, it is a hundred times more calm than a white swan, it is completely the elegance that only appears in the charming dreams of a girl in a boudoir.

A table of people looked up dumbfounded, feeling that life is too wonderful.

"Fortunately, Li Cha gnawed the bones more carefully." Annie covered her mouth and let out a laugh. If Gunther's leftover bones were used, nothing would be able to be spelled out, because there were too many missing parts.

"This is still very practical. It can be used as, um... a scout on the battlefield."

"Yes, Your Excellency is wise." Thutmose nodded while flying, with a look of taking it for granted and honored.

"Wait, have you noticed that he is actually communicating directly with mental power!" Buckland finally came back to his senses, with his mouth wide open in shock.

Generally speaking, communication must be through oral communication, first transforming from spirit to sound, and then reducing the sound to spirit. If there is a problem in any link in the middle, the entire chain cannot go smoothly.

The so-called spiritual power communication omits the intermediary link, and directly connects with the spirit, without worrying about factors such as language barriers, incomprehensible words, noisy environment, etc., and the efficiency is naturally more than a little bit higher.

According to the terminology of magic, this kind of behavior of removing the chaff and saving the chaff to get to the essence is called "abandoning the image".

Spiritual power communication can eliminate all unnecessary factors, so it can be said that there are almost no shortcomings, but the threshold for using it is indeed terrifyingly high. At present, except for a very small number of monsters who have mastered this unique skill by virtue of their talents, it has not been heard that human mages can also reproduce it.

"This is the instinct of being a high-level undead creature." Thutmose landed on the table with his head held high and his chest held high.

"Oh." Li Cha sneered, stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers, and the skeleton chicken immediately couldn't bear it and shattered into pieces, "But Elder Buckland, how did you find out about this?"

Even if the essence of mental power communication and language communication are completely different, if you don't pay special attention, it is often difficult to find out. Because most people are limited by the inertia of thinking, and regard the fluctuations of mental power in their minds as the language they hear in their ears.

The lord felt that this must be because Buckland, as a naturalist, had a wealth of knowledge and a delicate mind. The conclusions are drawn through careful observation, bold assumptions, and careful verification. The reason he asked the question was to hammer Thutmose. To let him know that Gaoshanbao is not an ignorant wilderness bumpkin, and he should be less cautious in the future.

"Because my ears are hard of hearing recently, I can't hear you very much. But he speaks very clearly, so I feel something is wrong." The old white tiger clasped his ears vigorously while talking, "It seems that the earwax is blocked, and I have to dig it out..." "..."

Although Thutmose couldn't read the lord's heart, he could still see that his expression was weird. Honestly flew back to the dragon crystal, stuffing his head under the wings.

"Dragon crystal is the life gate of Thutmose. If there is no source of nourishment, he will soon dissipate."

Li Cha put this spar aside, and the matter of the Dragon Soul is temporarily over. He cleared his throat, and no one in the dining hall hurriedly took two mouthfuls of food and fled, leaving only a few core members sitting on their chairs without moving.

"One more thing." The lord's voice became much quieter, and his expression suddenly became very strange. His eyes were shining with the excitement of watching the excitement, but he was trying to suppress it in a rare way.

"No outsiders, tell me." Old Baihu made a bold decision.

"Hurry up, take off the hood." Li Cha said to a tightly wrapped man across the long table.

This person was wearing a long hood and a mask on his face. Of course, the gloves were not off, and there was no exposed skin on his body. If the lord hadn't brought him personally, it would be absolutely impossible for him to be put into the dining hall.

The hood was thrown back, and the iron mask fell on the table with a clang, exposing the hidden face to the air.

"This, this is Dracula...'s sister?" Buckland could hardly believe his eyes. He took off his tortoiseshell glasses and wiped them twice, put them back on the bridge of his nose, and stared straight at each other with a pair of small mung bean eyes.

"It's me." Li Cha pulled his hair, his expression extremely complicated.

There is a big homework due on the 15th, I have to get my liver out first, and I will continue my life in the next few days