White Dragon Lord

Amos grabbed the old shaman and flew to Willy's side.

"Elena, give it some treatment, it can't die yet."

"Your Excellency Ralph, please lift Willy's curse."

The old shaman won the respect of Amos with his strength and wisdom.

The old shaman: "It is my duty!"

The two parties have signed a contract, and even if Amos doesn't say anything, the old shaman will take the initiative to lift the curse.

Elena gnashed her teeth and stared at the old shaman, still focusing on the overall situation, and released a rejuvenation technique for the old shaman.

The old shaman no longer bleeds from the wound, and formed a reddish-brown blood scab. It trembled to the edge of Willy's tail, stretched out to Willy's wound with trembling hands, and sucked out strands of gray-white energy from the wound. With the gray energy entering the body, the old shaman's face turned ruddy.

Amos narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the old shaman's every move. The gray energy took away part of Willy's vitality and merged into the old shaman's body.

However, this bit of vitality is nothing to the dragon, otherwise, Amos would have greeted him with a single paw.

After the old Sa cast the spell, he smiled apologetically at Amos and explained: "The characteristics of necromancy cannot be avoided."

Amos looked at Willy, whose expression was soothing, and nodded in response.

"Lord Ralph, now, we must stop this meaningless war together."

"As you wish."

Amos grabbed the old shaman and flew into the sky, looking down at the inextricable battlefield below.

"Stop it all!"

"war!"

"ended!"

The two made a statement at the same time, and the sound of magic expansion spread across the battlefield. The fiery battlefield suddenly cooled down. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the giant dragon in the sky.

The old shaman: "The Skull Broken Clan, from now on, become the servants of the White Dragon Lord Amos."

The army of monsters burst into cheers, and the ogres turned ashen, and the mace in their hands could not help but fall to the ground, making a clanging sound.

The relatives are planning to tie up the ogres as usual.

Amos ordered: "Old Blind! Treat all the wounded! Including the ogres!"

"Bucky Darkscale! Put out the flames! Bury the dead!"

"Old Jimmy! You go to the camp, untie all the ogres, bring them all, and bring all the food!"

Old Shaman: "Members of the Skullbreaker Clan! Cooperate with us."

The aftermath of the war is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Amos looked at it, landed again, saw Willy, who was already able to stand, and put the old shaman in his claws on the ground.

"Elena, go see how Felicia is doing, and bring her here if you can."

Elena nodded, gave Willy a rejuvenation spell, and flew away with a shock.

"Willi, how are you feeling?"

Willie moved his body and twisted his neck.

"I'm much better, I guess I'll be fine after a sleep!"

"That's good, you have a good rest."

Amos turned to the old shaman again: "Lord Ralph, I have a question, as a shaman, where did you get so many undead enchanted equipment?"

The necromantic equipment is incompatible with the style of the ogre clan, and it is obviously not a heritage equipment, and the old shaman is about to die, bringing this secret into the underworld, so Amos straight to the point and raised his doubts.

The old shaman said solemnly, "I found them in a demon ruin on the main island."

"Two years ago, I studied the slate left by my ancestors and found clues about the demon ruins. I found the specific location of the ruins, went into it to explore, and got these equipments."

Speaking of this, the old shaman looked desolate. The expedition not only suffered heavy losses, but also lost the qualification to hit the legend.

lead to the present defeat.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. The old shaman adjusted his mentality and thought about how to gain more benefits for the Skull Shattering Clan.

"Those slates are stored in the secret room below the altar. Some ancient secrets and tricks are recorded on them. The Skull Clan is willing to dedicate them to Lord Bailong."

Amos nodded. The old shaman was very aware of current affairs and offered to offer what Amos was interested in, and it was said that it was offered by the Skull Shatter Clan, and its intention was obvious.

Among the wise people, one dragon and one ogre immediately walked to the altar without needing too many words.

Amos reduced his size with magic and entered the secret door under the altar with the old shaman.

Amos felt that he had passed through a layer of magic barrier, and when he entered the door, he saw Gulgaru lying under a small altar, covered with a layer of black air.

It seems that without the help of legendary equipment, mortals are ants after all under the power of gods.

Seeing the incoming dragon, Gulgaru struggled to stand up, but in the end he was unable to resist the power of the curse.

Weakly asked: "Maon! What's going on?!"

When Amos heard this, he suddenly realized that there was still such a relationship between them.

In fact, ogres are mass-married creatures, giving birth to babies raised by their mothers without knowing who their fathers are.

But it's not surprising that a rare, two-headed ogre baby with unlimited potential was adopted and nurtured by the chief shaman of the tribe from an early age.

"Gulgaru, I have discussed and signed a contract with Lord Amos, and the Skull Shattering Clan will be the servant of Lord Amos in the future..."

Gulgaru looked at the blood scab on the old shaman's chest, and said silently, the terrifying wound told it what kind of fierce battle the old shaman had gone through.

However, it is obvious that after the Skull Shard was defeated, the old shaman could negotiate and sign a contract conditionally, which is already the best result.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The old shaman bent down and coughed violently, the wound burst open again, and blood flowed out.

"Maon! You..."

Gul'garu struggled to get up.

Amos felt the accelerated loss of vitality in the old shaman's body, frowned, and blessed Gulgaru with a giant power technique.

Under the blessing of the dragon language magic, Gulgaru struggled to stand up, glanced at Amos gratefully, and supported the old shaman.

Amos was not unkind, turned around and walked out of the secret room, leaving the private space for the grandfather and grandson to say goodbye.

Amos flew into the sky and saw Willy lying in the ruins sleeping soundly, a murloc god cudgel standing by, blessing it with various healing spells.

Amos was completely relieved. The genes of the giant dragon are extremely powerful. When it is asleep, it can quickly recover the body. That is the legend: No matter what the problem is, just sleep well.

Amos oversees the work of his retinues, helping him from time to time.

The time passed quickly, and Amos felt something, and when he turned around, he saw Gulgar coming out of the secret room.

Amos flew down and stopped in front of Gul'garu, who had a lonely face.

Gulgaru looked at the dragon tooth in the hands of the white dragon intricately. The surface of the snow-white dragon tooth was depicted with a complex magic circle. The red light circulated in the magic circle. If you look closely, you will find the red light circulating in the magic circle. , is the hot dragon blood, the dragon blood full of magic is bound by the power of magic and keeps flowing in the groove.

This is the white dragon's fangs used to convert high-level dependents. Each of them takes a lot of energy from the dragon, and the materials are limited and extremely precious.

Amos looked at the uncertain Gul'garu.

"If you are not convinced, I can give you a fair chance to fight the ogres."

In all fairness, Gulgaru still admired Amos. After all, he was holding a legendary staff and attacked, but he failed to defeat the White Dragon Lord, but he was still very unwilling to become a subordinate from an unrestrained chieftain.

But forced by the situation, he couldn't help but disagree, and after thinking about it, Gulgar got down on one knee.

"The Skull Clan is at your service!"