White Dragon Lord

Amos spent the whole night and finally brought the kobolds back to the valley before dawn. Most of the time he spent was waiting for the kobolds. There was no way that the group of kobolds were walking slowly and far away.

When Amos returned to the valley, Fingal was taking some winter wolves to discipline the goblins and kobolds.

Felicia and Elena have also returned. Felicia is lying on the ground sullenly, Willy gloating on the side, Elena looks at Willy angrily, and has a big fight.

Amos didn't care, and after handing over the kobold to Fingal, he flew directly to the dragon mother in the innermost valley.

"Mother, everything is going well, the cannon fodders have been brought back," Amos said, "This is the gold and gems found in the kobold tribe."

While speaking, put the gold and two inferior gems in front of the dragon mother.

"O~, Amos, my good boy, you are the one that gives me the most peace of mind..."

I don't know what Mother Long will look like when she knows that Amos has eaten the two best gems.

After a few words of encouragement, Long Ma sent Amos away.

When Amos came to the place of the dragon brothers and sisters, Felicia, who was sulking, raised her head and complained, "Amos~, my mother stole my gem."

"And stole my gold!" Elena helped.

Amos understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. It turned out that the two sisters had divided up the kobold's gems and gold, and foolishly brought the treasure back, only to be taken by Long Ma to help "keep it".

Amos rolled his eyes, not knowing how to comfort them, and said, "Forget it, there will be gems and gold in the future, Willy, please be quiet for a while."

Lie down and start sleeping.

The words of a strong brother are still very useful, Willy is not teasing Elena, and finds a shady place to lie down and rest.

Amos pretended to be sleeping, but was actually checking his gains.

"Check the dragon information."

【Name】: Amos Aldridge

[Level]: Level 7 Dragon, Level 3 Mage

[Strength]: Tier 2

[Alignment]: Lawful Neutral

【Introduction】: You are a male white dragon juvenile, from the soul of another world, which has caused a deep mutation in the blood of the white dragon, resulting in an atavistic phenomenon. Your body is stronger than ordinary juvenile dragons, and the texture of scales Harder and more powerful, you can barely protect yourself in this cruel world.

The corners of Amos' mouth rose slightly, his biological level was raised by one level, and the harvest was good.

Of course, this was not entirely due to the gems he ate. Amos had a premonition that he was about to break through, and the gems just brought forward the day of breakthrough.

Among the four young dragons, in addition to the most powerful Amos, the first in strength is Felicia. She inherited the priestly talent of Longma. During a prayer process, she got Tia, the god of dragons. Matt's response, the current level is a 5th-level dragon and a 1st-level priest.

The second strongest is the last born Willy, whose current level is a level 5 dragon.

The weakest is Elena, who is currently only a level 4 dragon.

Throughout the day, Amos rested on the ground until night.

A full moon hangs high in the night sky, emitting a soft light. The difference is that the size of the moon on Nordhill continent is ten times that of the moon in the previous life, and it is the size of a tabletop.

Amos originally thought that the moon revolved around Nordsir, just like the earth, but later found that it was recorded in the inheritance that the moon could be seen on any plane, but some planes had different colors.

Amos conjectured that the rules for the operation of stars in other worlds are very different from those of the earth.

The ancient legend, which provides a reasonable explanation, is that the moon is the last gift left to the world by the ancient moon god Elune,

Elune is a nature god of the same era as Io, the nine-faced dragon god.

In the ancient times, when counting time has lost its meaning for a long time, I don't know what kind of disaster happened. The natural gods born when the world was born fell in large numbers, including the ancestor of the dragon clan, Io, and the moon god Elune.

According to legend, the moon is the body of Elune after the fall, and it follows Elune's will to bring light to the dark world.

Whether the legend is correct or not can no longer be determined, and Amos is also powerless to investigate.

It didn't have the time to investigate, the army of monsters was about to set off, and they had to rush to the only way for Sandonar's southward team before dawn, and set up an ambush in advance.

After a busy night, covering up the traces of the march, and setting up the traps, the black-robed warlock came with a group of people, got together with Long Ma to communicate for a while, and then sat under the tree to meditate.

The masters must ensure sufficient magic power before the battle. However, one of the figures made Amos uncomfortable. He stood motionless under the tree, as if to merge into the darkness.

When it was about noon the next day, a team appeared in sight. A bald and majestic barbarian with a height of two meters walked at the front of the team, and his arrogant face was expressionless.

Ignoring the cold weather, he only wore half-body leather armor, revealing a large piece of thorny muscles, carrying an exaggeratedly large double-bladed giant axe on his back, and riding a tall, red-black horse under his crotch.

Behind him were two teams of 20 horse-riding barbarians. Although they were one size smaller than the leader, they should not be underestimated. Behind him was a carriage full of goods that could not be seen at a glance. Around the carriage, Step by step and follow numerous barbarian guards, either on horseback or on foot.

...

Sifrey looked back at the team behind him, with a hint of worry on his face.

This damn plague caused heavy losses to the barbarians, and a large number of ordinary barbarians faced the threat of starvation. After the high-level discussions of Sandonar, they decided to buy food from the Vata Principality in the south and let them stand by themselves.

The goods on the wagon will be released in the Principality of Vata, and the wagon will be returned to Sandonar fully loaded with food.

Carrying the hope of the clan on his shoulders, Sifrey felt the heavy burden on his shoulders and sighed in his heart.

I wish all the best for this trip, Your Majesty, Almighty Barino, please shelter us.

...

Without any warning, the ambushers who had blessed the group invisibility suddenly appeared. Long Ma leaned back, took a deep breath, opened her mouth sharply, and sprayed out an ice-blue cone-shaped dragon breath, according to the leader. Sifrey's face paled.

not good! Sifred's heart trembled, and without hesitation, he activated a certain magical equipment, and a golden shield appeared in front of the team, blocking the dragon's breath by a close call.

Originally, I didn't expect a dragon's breath to hurt the old opponent's dragon mother, but UU reading www.uukanshu.com released the dragon's might at the same time. The nearly 8-meter-long dragon's tail wheel was rounded and swept away with a broken sound. out.

Rigidly resisting the dragon's breath, the shield that reached the limit instantly burst and dissipated, turning into golden fragments and dissipating.

At the same time as the dragon mother appeared, Siflie slammed his horse into the air and kicked the dragon's tail with all his strength. The hasty kick was naturally inferior to the long-planned attack, and Siflie flew out backwards.

The dragon tail continued to sweep towards the team, but the golden shield and Sifred's kick bought a moment of precious time for the team behind.

The people behind were not mediocre. They struggled out of Longwei's intimidation, and hurriedly turned over and got off their horses and rolled on the spot. The rest of the unfortunate people who couldn't break free from Longwei were swept away by the dragon's tail together with their horses, and blood spurted wildly. , before landing, there is no life.

A barrage of magic missiles with purple trajectories formed a barrage, attacking the lucky ones who escaped the attack range of the dragon's tail and the dragon's tail. It was the people who worshiped the dragon who shot!

At the juncture of life and death, the barbarians showed their trump cards one after another, or activated magic equipment, or shredded protective magic scrolls, or at worst, turned on madness to increase magic resistance, and then used large weapons to protect key parts.

After a series of loud bangs, the stumps on the ground broke their arms, dripping with blood, and the barbarians with hard enough cards were not lightly injured.

Siflie, who was flying upside down and had not yet landed, was splitting. These warriors were at least level 10, and they were the mainstay of the barbarian tribe. Nearly ten people were damaged by this wave of attacks.

But soon he had no time to care about others. In a shadow under the woods beside the road, an ominous black magic energy locked him, silently, but shot at him very fast.

Lore!