White Dragon Lord

It's late.

In the forest outside Skullbreaker Fortress, an army of monsters prepares dinner.

The animals captured in the gnoll villages were slaughtered head by head, cut into pieces and simmered in a pot filled with boiling water, or put on a grill and smoked on a bonfire.

The white dragons get together for a meeting.

Willy said, "Where did this old guy come from?"

Amos was also very puzzled.

"I've been to Skullshatter Fortress dozens of times, and I've never seen it."

"Bucky Darkscale! Bring that ogre magician over here! He concealed such important information!"

Felicia thought it was being played by the ogre Huck. It slammed its tail on the ground, smashed the ground into a shallow pit, and raised its head and roared loudly: "I'm going to tear it up!"

Elena looked at the angry elder sister, shrank her neck, and lowered her sense of existence.

"Anger doesn't solve problems, my sister."

Amos put his wings on Felicia's back, and said in a soft voice, "The long river of fate is indescribable, and even God cannot predict the direction of tomorrow."

"Thank you, brother, but that ogre should be able to answer our doubts."

Amos nodded irrefutably.

Soon Bucky Darkscale brought the bound ogre wizard.

When Felicia saw Huck, the ogre magician, she couldn't suppress her violent temper. She raised her hand and condensed it into a long whip of divine power, which whipped the ogre one after another.

Painful whipping!

The ogre rolled to and fro on the ground in pain.

Looking at the whip shadow flying in the air, Amose's eyelids jumped.

The first step in the dragon's interrogation is usually to beat the first prisoner to death, and then ask questions. As for whether the prisoner can still speak after a severe sentence, I'm sorry, this is not within the scope of consideration.

Amos stopped his sister from continuing to fight.

"Speak! What are you hiding?!"

Huck cried with snot and tears: "You are wronged! Lord Bailong! You used the charm technique during your interrogation. How could I lie in this state!"

Amos frowned, under the charmed state, Huck really couldn't lie, unless it blessed the corresponding magic in advance, but it had no chance to do so.

"How do you explain this? Don't tell me, you don't know who it is!"

Felicia said fiercely, and at the same time performed the photo-taking technique, showing the appearance of the old shaman in the air.

When Huck saw the image of the old shaman, he was stunned at first and said, "Great shaman, isn't it dead?!"

Amos raised his brows, there was a show!

"what happened?"

"This is the great shaman of the previous generation of our clan, Raf, who fell ill two years ago and has been bedridden. After passing the throne to a new generation of shamans, the chief announced his death. I always thought he had died. died."

Amos didn't understand why a shaman who had died a long time ago suddenly appeared. Suddenly, on a whim, he blessed himself with identifying lies, and asked, "How many legendary equipment does the Skull Shaman Clan have?"

"Two pieces."

"what?!"

Generally, small forces have a piece of legendary equipment, and they have to burn high incense. Amos never thought that the Skull Shattered Clan had another piece of legendary equipment, so Felicia, who had the same idea, did not interrogate it.

"What kind of equipment is that?"

"what's the effect?"

"How's the power?"

"where?"

Huck looked at the four dragon heads with shining eyes, and said quickly, "It's the head of the Caucasus. More than 10,000 years ago, after the ancestor Caucasus died in battle, the clansmen brought back its head, and the shamans brought back its head. It has been worshipped for generations, and it is now legendary equipment."

After a while, he said nervously: "As for the specific situation of the equipment, I don't know.

This piece of equipment has always been in the hands of the clan shaman, and I've only heard the chief accidentally mention it. "

The lie-recognition magic doesn't respond, which tells Amos that what Huck is saying is true.

The pressure of the legendary equipment with unknown information was like a mountain pressing on the hearts of the white dragons, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

After all, the unknown is the most terrifying.

If the specific information of the Skull of the Caucasus is known in advance, the white dragons can take precautions in advance, then the white dragons still have the confidence to win the battle, and now....

After a long time, Willy said: "Brother, no matter how strong you are now, you can't deal with the old shaman and Gulgaru holding legendary equipment at the same time."

After a pause, Willy said with difficulty: "Let's retreat, when we all grow to the stage of young dragons, none of them can escape!"

The dragon's self-esteem is very strong. It's okay if you don't do it. After taking action, you can't conquer the lowly race in their eyes, but run away in despair, which will become a shame in their hearts for life.

Amos was silent.

At this time, the fish people carried the cooked barbecue over, interrupting Amos' thinking.

"Let's eat first."

The delicious barbecue in the past is now like chewing wax.

After he was full, Amos made a decision and was about to announce his retreat.

"Brother! I have an idea."

...

night.

Skullsmash Fortress.

The most central altar in the city.

The altar is the place where the ogres usually worship their ancestors, but no one knows that there is a secret room under the altar, and there is a small altar in the secret room.

In the secret room, the old shaman and the ogre chief stood together, looking up at the altar, a fiery red skull with a brazier on each side of the skull, and the flickering firelight projected the shadows of the two on the wall.

Gul'gar was the first to break the silence.

"The white dragon's army is still stationed outside the city."

"You didn't scare them off."

"Battles are inevitable."

"Can your body support a fight?"

The old shaman sighed, avoiding the subject of Gul'garu.

"Tomorrow, I will fight alongside you."

The old shaman expressed his attitude in one sentence.

Gulgaru looked at the shriveled body of the old shaman, opened his mouth, did not speak, and strode towards the door of the secret room.

"Tonight, I will lead someone to sneak attack on the siege equipment. If it is successful, you don't have to die, Your Excellency the Great Shaman."

"Actually, I prefer another name."

Gulgaru, who put his hand on the door, was stunned for a moment.

"May the ancestors watch over you."

"Maon (grandpa)."

After speaking, he walked out of the door without looking back, and closed the door of the secret room, leaving the old shaman alone in the secret room.

The corners of the old shaman's mouth raised a gratifying arc and muttered softly.

"Gulgaru, my excellent grandson, you are another two-headed ogre from the Skull Shard Tribe for two hundred years. You are the hope of Skull Shard rising again. I will not allow anyone to hurt you."

At this moment, the belief in the old shaman's heart was extremely firm.

It first bowed to the skull on the altar, then stood up, walked slowly to the altar step by step with a pilgrimage mood, holding the skull in both hands.

"Ancestor! Please shelter us once again."

The old shaman remembered the white dragon he saw in the daytime. It was clearly the appearance of a young dragon. The magic energy fluctuations emitted by the leading white dragon were much stronger than his brothers and sisters.

Mutations?

After a long time, it sighed and made up its mind.

"Let's be prepared with both hands."