Titan and Dragon King

"Anyway, he can't die again." After hearing Muria's muttering, Barbosa turned to look at him, and replied with an indifferent attitude, "Let's have him rise again."

"Moreover, I don't have the responsibility to help him with the trouble he caused himself."

"Rest assured, our goal is only to arrest Bert Lane, not to interfere with the actions of your Necropolis Council. After Bert Lane is arrested, we will all leave." After listening to Barbosa, a crystal cologne was very clear Give an answer.

Many metal ancient dragons were silent and didn't say much. Although they didn't like the Necronic Council to supplement the cruel behavior of cannon fodder by slaughtering a country, they were unwilling to fight the Necrotic Council for a group of human beings.

After all, the Necrotic Council has existed for nearly 100,000 years. With the characteristics that their undead Lich can not be completely killed, God knows how deep they have accumulated in such a long time.

In fact, if it wasn't for Bert Lane's overdoing it, the Dragon wouldn't have been so desperate to hunt him down.

"Um." Barbosa informed the Gulongs very quickly about Burt Lane's location, and then said something that made Muria stunned:

"When you catch Bert Lane's guy, he will definitely send us a call for help. According to the rules of the parliament, after receiving a call for help from members of the parliament, he must go to the rescue.

But don't worry. Although we will all pass by, we will not do our best. You can just send out some ancient dragons to fight with us and help us cope with the regulations of the parliament. "

"It's just your thoughts. How can you guarantee that other undeads have the same thoughts as you?" A topaz ancient dragon questioned.

"I will convince them with my prestige." Barbosa saw the apparent distrust of the ancient dragons, and added, "The last time you chased Barbosa, many members of our parliament helped to block it. Yes, but after Bert Lane's resurrection, he refused to pay us the shot.

So, this time, you chase him down and no member of parliament will help him. Huh, no benefit, even if the brain pumps, he won't help him block the knife. "

"That's it!" After hearing such an inside story, the Gulongs looked at each other, almost relieved, but they did not completely relax their vigilance. What if the Necropolis Council played a conspiracy?

"Bert Lane is stupid enough! Seek his own way." The green dragon Fiona, who always followed Muria, heard Barbosa's words, and could not help but sarcastically said, "This kind of person has actually become a legendary Lich ! "

"Can't say that, you can understand his seemingly short-sightedness by substituting Bert Lane's current position!" Caslana smiled when he heard Fiona's words. Angry at the Dragon God and the three Dragon Kings, he dispatched an ancient dragon for this purpose, which exceeded his imagination, basically blocking all the reinforcements of the Necronomical Council from him.

From the perspective of Bert Lane, when a group of ancient dragons chased him down, no member of the Necronic Council appeared to help him. After his resurrection, there was a group of legendary lich and necromancers. He wants to pay, do you think he will give it? "

"Go, go and arrest Bert Ryan, the most sinful generation. Come here, you two together!" An ancient silver dragon with a reduced body size, waved its claws to tear open the space, and then greeted Muria and the other four dragons.

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Over a city that is already filled with dead souls, a ghost dragon dazzling with pure dead air, surrounded by horrible ghosts, opens its jaws without flesh and blood, "Ang!" Sends out a tyrannical dragon roar that cannot be heard by ordinary humans. sound.

On the back of this ghost dragon with many negative feelings of tyranny, madness, death, despair, disaster, etc., a lich wearing a noble black high hat, wearing a pure black dress and holding a cane Stand proudly.

This skull, which is also bright and splendid, looks down at the tragic state of **** on earth. Whenever you see the remaining humans in this city, they are found out by the undead, cruelly killed, and then stand up and become one of them.

In his skull, the fire of soul could not help but tremble slightly, which was an expression of excitement: "Only death is eternity!"

"Why don't I feel right?" After watching again, a businessman who was hiding in the basement with his family and guards was found out by wandering ghouls, and Bertrand, who was screaming into a pile of bone marrow, meditated.

This time he did not have the slightest joy because of the "beautiful view" below. The turbulent spirit of Pemba poured out from the fire of his soul, covering this city belonging to a marquis of the Kingdom of Bavaria. A corner of the space, trying to find the source that disturbed him.

"What the **** is it? Make me so uneasy?" After the investigation was fruitless, Burt Lane turned over and took out a crystal ball, and began to divine his destiny. As a Lich who has no life limit, the long years let him You can learn a lot, "I have dozens of members around me, and that adult's gaze is also paying attention to here."

"Oh!" Bert Lane, who had just begun to fortune-tell his own, the crystal ball in his hand exploded into a pile of powder after flashing a picture.

"Dragon scales!" Bert Laine stared at the crystal powder left on the bone palm, remembering the picture just seen, neatly arranged, with the mysterious natural patterns on the flickering scales, "It is the scales of the Golden Dragon. , Are those dragons coming again? "

"Boom!" Pei Ran was so full and nearly substantive death gas poured out of his body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Around the ghost dragon under his feet, three ghost dragons and more than twenty bone dragons issued Silent long groans-without flesh, they can no longer make the roar of the real dragon.

"A Lich has betrayed me!" Bert Laine waved his cane, and behind him a bone of bones, innumerable ghosts of half-planes wandering by undead appeared, and then some of them gradually solidified-he was hooking his own half-plane, calling Your own undead army.

Within a few breaths, a corner of Bert Lain's half-plane was merged with the space he is now in. A space door as high as 100 meters was formed, and the decaying spirit of the undead poured out ...

From other perspectives, a towering, white-bone door appeared behind Bert Lane, and then the mighty undead army exuding death breathed out of it.

Each undead releases a sense of trembling that ordinary people feel. Because the space position of the half plane is limited, the undead that was put into the half plane by Bert Lane are carefully selected by him, and each end continues. Advanced potential.

Above this bone-bone door, bone-by-bone dragons and ghost dragons fluttered out ...