Titan and Dragon King

"Please, don't!"

"Don't kill my father!"

Two crying voices suddenly came from below. Muria's expression moved slightly, and the little human figure flickered on the top of the red dragon outlet.

A dark knight in armor and dazzling thin air. Through the holes reserved by the face armor, Muria saw his soul fire as weak as if it would extinguish at any time.

However, it is interesting that beside the dying high-level undead, a blond, young and beautiful girl and a young child with baby fat on his face are standing in front of a young man with a horn in his head. .

This is a green dragon who is carrying out Muria's order to clear the undead.

"His Royal Highness!" Seeing the sudden appearance of Muria, the young man transformed into a golden-level green dragon slightly bowed and immediately bowed to salute.

"What's going on?" Muria watched the scene with interest. A pair of sisters and brothers stood in front of a dragon just to protect a high-end necromancer who was about to fart.

"The two humans interfere with my execution of your order, and I'm planning to throw them both aside." Green Dragon answered respectfully.

As a five-colored dragon, he showed no mercy to the two pitiful humans in front of him, and not only did he not sympathize with the pleading for them, but he felt very irritable. Impulse, but because of Muria's existence, it resisted it.

"No, I want to ask why both of them protect a dead soul?" Muria shook the corners of her mouth. Dragons, especially five-colored dragons, do not care about human life or death at all.

"I don't know about this." Green Dragon bowed his head, concealing the incomprehension and doubt in his eyes. He didn't understand why this noble bloodline existence was interested in some humble human beings.

"Go elsewhere to clean up the undead. I'll take charge of this dark knight." Muria ordered, as the young green dragon thought, he did have a slight interest in the brother and sister in front of him, I want to ask.

"Observe!" A flash of blue light flashed on the youth of Bifa, recovering the body of the green dragon more than thirty meters, roaring, shaking his wings and flying to the rest of the area to clean up the undead.

"So, girl, can you tell me the reason why you want to protect this undead?" Muria turned her head and asked with a kind smile on her face, her golden eyes looked a little embarrassed by the dust. Olena.

"He is my father!" The girl looked up at Muria, who seemed to be three or four years younger than her, and answered her question with some anxiety, which was a command of the dragon.

"Your father!" Muria raised her eyebrows. "He, how did this happen?"

"he……"

"You, wait." Muria made a pause gesture, turned, turned back, looking at the squatting place, watching the drooling Red Dragon Outlet here,

"Where are you still doing? Not yet cleaning up the tide of undead outside the city!"

In Olina's awe and curious eyes, the huge red dragon spread its wings obediently and flew out of the city, and then the fiery Dragon Fire Pillar blasted out to the ground.

"What's outside the city?" Little Boy Balk asked curiously as he looked a few years older than him.

"There are so many low-level undead that can fill the city!" Muria replied with a smile, and then he looked at Olina, "Beautiful lady, go on. Give me one to let go of this The Dark Knight's reason, although he seems to be dying. "

... Under the pressure of Muria's eyes, Olina quickly recounted her father's experience.

"That is to say, this is not only an excellent lord who has become an undead in order to protect the people." Muria's playful smile disappeared, his face staring at the dark knight who was about to extinguish the soul fire.

"Well, he is still a qualified father. Even if most of his memories are erased, he still protects his descendants and his people by virtue of his residual memories and instincts."

"Very good, such an excellent knight should not have been killed. But ..." Muria reached out, and next to the dark knight, a blood-stained spear flew up and fell into his hands. "Can you explain, above? What ’s going on? The undead will not shed blood of this color. "

"My lord ..." Olina looked with a hint of pleading. "My father lost most of his memory and was controlled by the spirit by the Lich. This was not his wish!"

"Just say it well." Muria threw the filthy lance to the ground. With the blood of Jinlong, he naturally hates all lying creatures, and he is even more unhappy about concealing the existence of some facts.

"Sir, I'm afraid of you ..."

"Oh, boring worry." Muria shook her head. "I'm not an inhuman cold-blooded creature."

"Sir, please save my father."

"I won't do anything to save an undead." Muria shook her head and refused to hesitate to refuse the girl's request. "But I can tell you one thing. High-level undead likes to devour lower-level undead when they are injured Fire of the soul is restored. "

"Thank you for your kindness." Maiden Olina bowed her head to Muria, thanked her, and then cast a power-assisting spell on herself.

With a layer of magic light flashing on her body, the girl with great strength raised her father, hesitated a little, and then murmured to Muria with a hint of cowardice and longing:

"Excuse me, Your Royal Highness Princess Felicia?"

"Aha ?!" Muria, who had already satisfied her trace of curiosity and was about to leave, stopped, and then looked forward with aggression, then looked left and right, and finally stopped looking at herself with anticipation. Olina, "Are you talking to me?"

"Sorry, sir, I guessed your identity wrong!" Seeing Muria's reaction ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The girl instantly realized that she thought wrong, and quickly apologized.

"Recognize it wrong?" Muria couldn't help raising her hand and touching her face, then looked down at the armor and black owl on her body, "Then you're really wrong, what's wrong with me? Can you have a relationship with the title princess? "

"Sorry, sir!" Olina exuded a few drops of sweat on her forehead.

"Tell me, why do you think I am that Princess Felicia?" Muria narrowed her eyes slightly. "I am not wearing a princess dress."

"Because I saw so many dragons obeying your orders," Olina explained nervously, "and they also call you His Highness! So, I ..."

"So you think I'm that princess?" Muria stared at the young girl who seemed to be pinched by the door with strange eyes.

"Yes ... yes." Olena nodded awkwardly. "Because according to rumors, you are very similar to the dragon princess of the Orlando Empire, Felicia."

"I look like a princess?"