The Exotic Land Reclamation of Vegetable Skeletons

Chapter 42 Credit
"No." Angel said.

"I know, I'll teach you." Negris said angrily.

The first-level electric magic lightning ball was pressed on the little brass dragon, and there was no response at all.

"Uh, was my magic resistance so high when I was a kid?" Negris was surprised.The elemental resistance of the giant dragon is very high, and the brass dragon is the best among them. The first-level lightning ball can't shock it at all.

"The skin's resistance is high, do you want to cut the skin and directly electrocute the heart?" Negris suggested.

Angel tilted his head and asked, "Where is the heart?"

Negris pointed to the junction of the dragon's neck and torso, where the dragon's heart was. He thought that Ange was going to accept its advice and cut open the dragon's skin, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

This is an illusion, but who made the little dragon grow out of its dragon scales, its essence can be regarded as its body.

Ange didn't cut open the dragon's skin, but made a gesture, put his hand in from his mouth, and charged at the approximate location through his esophagus, and the whole small brass dragon twitched violently.

"Ouch, you ￥&#@!..." Negris instinctively felt nauseated, causing strong psychological discomfort, as if Anger had put his hand in its mouth.

But the method is really easy to use. There is no resistance of dragon skin in the esophagus, and it is close to the heart. The lightning ball can play the biggest role. The heart muscle contracts violently under the electric shock, pumping out the blood inside.

When it relaxes, the blood at the other end is sucked in again, as if triggering some mechanism, the heart contracts spontaneously, and it tightens and loosens like this, and the heart resumes beating.

"Bada, it's really good, those Druids didn't lie." Negris muttered, and he didn't try this method, it was all hearsay.

The heart beats, the blood flows, and there are some subtle changes on the body of the little brass dragon, such as the regular cocking of the scales, which is the breathing effect of the dragon scales. The blood is much better.

But that's all, the little brass dragon didn't move, as if it was asleep, no matter whether Ange rolled its eyelids, slapped it, or even put his hand in his mouth and charged it again, he couldn't wake it up.

After some tossing, Negris said: "There should be no soul. Although a body has grown, it cannot grow a soul. Alas, it is never easy to create life."

No soul?Ange tilted his head, thought for a while, and reached into the mouth of the little brass dragon again, pressing down on its heart area.Under the squeeze, the heart could not beat, and soon stopped, and the little brass dragon died.

A mass of soul fire was condensed and stuffed into the corpse of the small brass dragon. Ange pointed to it: "There is a soul."

Negris was silent for a while, then roared angrily: "You bastard!"

Anger simply and rudely let the little brass dragon have a soul and transformed it into a zombie dragon.

If it is a wise living person, the fire of the soul can be fully combined with the memory of the corpse through the method of sacrifice, and it can be reincarnated into a lich. This is how both Filmin and Lisa came. The whole process takes about seven days.

But the little brass dragon has no memory, let alone before his death, so he became a zombie by giving his soul directly.

"But, I didn't teach you to condense the fire of the soul." Negris wondered, he had never taught it himself, how did Ang learn it.

"The fire of the undead." Anger said.

"The fire of the undead is far from the fire of the soul, but you are weird, it is not surprising to understand the fire of the soul from the fire of the undead. They are essentially the same, forget it, you control it, use Its soul calls out my divine name, and I will be projected onto it in the future as my body."

Negris is excited and looking forward to it. How many years has it been since he was sealed?He can still clearly remember the despair and powerlessness of the undead king pulling his soul out of his body.

I didn't expect that I would be able to find my body one day. Although I was too young to be young and not as big as my own in the dragon egg, it was my own scales after all.

Anger controlled the little brass dragon and made some inexplicable calls.

"Uh, dragon language, dragon language, forget it, I'll teach you." After another routine teaching, Anger finally successfully controlled the little brass dragon and called out Negris' name in dragon language.

Negris projected onto the little brass dragon, shook his head, shook his head, and after a long while, he let out a sigh.

I guess I wanted to mourn the spring and the autumn, and express emotions like 'my youth is back' and 'my body is back', but before the sigh died, a figure jumped on its back, two A small white leg clipped to its waist and rode steadily on it.

Negris almost fell to the ground, hurriedly scolded: "What are you doing!? Come down, you have wings, what do you do with me! You dead birdman, come down quickly, or I will hit you, you want to suffer The wrath of the God of Knowledge?!"

Negris fluttered his wings vigorously, trying to shake the Angel Skull on his back, but the Angel Skull also flapped his wings, balanced his body, and couldn't shake it at all.

After struggling for a while, the little zombie pounced on it and knocked the angel skull down.

Before Negris could express his thanks, the little zombie got on it as soon as he turned over. It didn't rescue Negris at all, but grabbed a toy, but it was heavy and put Negris on the ground at once.

"Bada, die, the wrath of the Brass Dragon!" Negris struggled in vain, even if it was a Brass Dragon, it was still a new born, and couldn't earn a small zombie at all. In the end, the Angel Skull rescued it. The two guys fought aside.

Negris got up, wiped his face with his claws, patted off the stains on his body, and sighed: "I was almost reduced to a mount, squatting, and the dignified brass dragon is still riding? Lose the dragon. The face of a family."

Before the words were finished, Ange rode up.

Negris subconsciously wanted to shake, but found that his body was out of control. The soul of the little brass dragon was given by Anger, and it had a higher priority than Negris. That is to say, if it did not obey Anger's will, then It just couldn't control the little brass dragon.

After struggling in his heart for a while, Negris reluctantly accepted this reality, just ride it, anyway, no one knew it was it, the brass dragon was ridden, and the only thing that was lost was the face of the dragon family. God what is it.

Self-comforting, Negris flew up.

Its body length is only half a meter long from the head to the tail. Ange rides on it like a small bench, or an adult rides a children's wooden horse, but the wingspan is very large, and Ange is just a skeleton, There are only bones in the whole body, and the gross weight is less than [-] pounds.

Fei Lin flew in, and when he saw this scene, he was shocked and shoveled to the ground: "This is... yellow... brass dragon? Sir, are you going to dig a grave? We don't have a dragon's tomb here, you Where did you find this?"

Before An Ge could answer, Fei Lin waved his hand: "Don't talk about this, my lord, help! I beg my lord to have some food on credit and pay later."

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