White Dragon Lord

"Prophet, how long will it take now?"

"There are too few sacrifices! It will take eight hours before the statue of the ancestral god can gather the energy to open the channel!"

The leader of the sea giant was silent, it was beyond imagination.

"Child, pray."

Hearing the words, the leader of the sea giants joined the ranks of prayers, and together with the clansmen, injected the power of faith into the statue, providing a little bit of energy that is better than nothing.

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On the other side, Felicia was lying on her back depressed on the sea, chatting with her brother on the side: "Amos, what do you think those sea giants are doing magic rituals for?"

Amos was burying his head in the sea water bored, opening his nostrils to blow air bubbles, when he heard his sister's unnutritious question, he raised his head: "I took a quick look and saw them praying around the altar, and a prophet was there. host."

Felicia: "emmm..., this is too general, but yes, the magic rituals in the world all look similar."

Amos: "However, the source of energy for the magic ritual is the statue you captured last time. Do you have any thoughts on the mysterious energy on it?"

When Felicia heard the words, she was also puzzled: "I have never seen this kind of energy, but it seems to have the power of faith in it, but it is not pure, it is really strange, there is still the inheritance of dragons in the world that has not been recorded. energy."

Amos pinched his chin: "It should be a mixture of energies. Using the power of faith as a glue, different energies are mixed together in different proportions to form strange energies with different effects..."

Felicia was stunned and asked in surprise, "It's really the power of faith! But Amos, how do you know the knowledge of faith that I, a real priest, don't know?"

Amos muttered in an unknown voice: "You know, mages are always knowledgeable."

Amos didn't tell his sister that this is the inheritance of the dragon from the atavistic dragon. It's not that he doesn't trust his younger siblings, but it's not good for them to know about it, and the fewer people who know this kind of thing, the better.

Lord White Dragon quickly changed the subject: "You said, can Elena find reinforcements?"

Felicia didn't delve into the previous question, she raised her head and yawned, turned over, and put her chin on the sea.

"Who knows, but, although Elena is usually out of tune, she is quite reliable in business."

Amos was about to speak when he suddenly received a message from Willy. The message was short, but it conveyed an important message—they were on their way with reinforcements.

Amos raised his head to meet Felicia, who also received the message. The two dragons looked at each other and nodded.

"The whole army is ready!"

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The horn of expedition sounded again.

"gather!"

"Find your place and stand in a good team!"

A fishman official saw an ordinary soldier still feeding his beloved mount at the last minute, and scolded: "Soldier! Hurry back to the team!"

After a rush, the murloc army was assembled.

The white dragon lord flew into the sky and looked at the neat formation of murlocs below: "Let's go!"

The faint clouds covered the bright moon in the sky, and the hazy moonlight sprinkled on the sea, illuminating the arc-shaped water marks that the army had crossed, like a dream.

A quarter of an hour later, the army of Bailincheng came to the underwater trench. In the sea water, the fish people surrounded the white dragons and protected them in the center. Various sea beasts were constantly cruising around.

Bai Long looked into the trench, and through the glittering glare of the magic fog, the magic ceremony was still going on. It seemed that the sea giant did not plan to come out to pick up guests.

"Old Blind, let the tide hunters command the Eighth Snap Turtle Corps to open the way! All Megalodon Corps, be ready to attack at any time!"

In White Scale City, the number of battle pets is increasing. In order to facilitate management, the battle pets are formed into a complete organization according to the number.

Every ten pets is a small team, three teams are a squadron, ten teams are a large team, and the ten teams are a pet army.

The White Dragon Lord immediately ordered: "Old Jimmy, the Mage Legion is ready to jointly cast spells and break the fog!"

"Bucky Darkscale, divide the manpower, protect the mage team, and the elite troops are ready to fight at any time."

As the order of the White Dragon Lord was conveyed, the gears of the behemoth of war, the army of White Scale City, turned.

The first to strike was the Wannian Pioneer—a large number of snapping turtles with excellent defense. The tide hunters gave orders to direct thousands of snapping turtles to rush to the trench together.

Behind the fog, the sea giant, who took advantage of the geographical conditions to defend, found that within his field of vision, there were densely packed snapping turtles, and they shot the spear of the tide in their hands.

The tidal spear defies physics, in the water with resistance, the speed not only does not decrease, but increases a bit.

After the tidal spear pierced the snapping turtles in the front row, they continued to pierce the snapping turtles behind. A tidal spear often killed three or four snapping turtles in a row before running out of energy.

But the number of sea giants was too small, and the remaining army of snapping turtles rushed into the magical fog, but could only wander around in the fog.

However, the sea giants were not happy at all, because their sight was completely blocked, and then, violent magical fluctuations came from the sea.

The leader of the sea giants was helpless: "Quick! Retreat! Protect Your Excellency the Prophet!"

On the trench, more than 200 murloc spellcasters above the middle level worked together to cast large-scale war magic.

Great Vortex!

A huge vortex with a power comparable to master-level magic was formed in the trench, and the snapping turtle felt the restless energy around it, and quickly put its head and limbs into the turtle shell.

The sea water spun like a high-speed washing machine, and the snapping turtles smashed against the surrounding stone walls with the rotating sea water.

The sea water rolled the snapping turtles and the broken stones and continuously rubbed the stone wall, and quickly wiped off a layer of skin from the stone wall. new situation.

But the vortex continued. Looking at the vortex like a meat grinder, Amos had to wait patiently.

The whirlpool gradually slowed down, and the spinning snapping turtles and stones began to slowly fall to the bottom of the trench under the action of gravity.

Only then did Amos see the situation at the bottom of the trench. The sea giants used their talents to control the sea water to push the sea water away together to form a waterless space to protect the altar and the old prophet on the seabed.

The fallen stones and snapping turtles whose life and death were unknown were removed by the sea giants and piled up around the sea giants team.

"Legion of mages! Prepare for the second war magic."

"The megalodon, attack!"

Led by a 10-meter-long megalodon leader, the megalodon corps with an average body length of 8 meters swarmed up to the bottom of the sea. Teeth flickered coldly.

The sea giants looked at the giant tooth shark army that covered the sky, their scalps tingling.

The leader of the sea giants condensed a spear of the tides and yelled at the tribe: "Prepare to fight!"