Reincarnation: The Soul of Dashul

In the far outskirts of Smallville, in a very secret cave on a cliff, there were many dark figures, searching back and forth. Someone reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the Marquis, is not here! There is something wrong with that No. 0!"

"I've already expected it. Apart from being a little hidden and difficult to find, the defense here is in name only. There is no decent magic circle. Even the guarding magicians are just some puppet magic weapons. How can they imprison felons? Let's go, let me kill you. Go to the Magic Branch!" a sinister voice ordered.

"My lord... are you ignoring it? The elemental energy that just erupted was very strong. I'm afraid there's going to be a fierce battle!" A follower on the side reported the battle situation in a low voice.

"The self-righteous guy is just a bait now. The mission is the most important. Go straight to the dungeon!" Obviously, this person has no regard for the life and death of his allies.

"There is no need for this, he is already dead. No traitors will be spared under my sword!" Another cold voice came from the shadow cast by the cliff rocks, "Evacuate quickly, there will be no disturbance this time." Xiao, if the higher ups find out, neither you nor I can bear it!"

"Hmph... It makes you happy to come all the way here?" Marquis Slav was very dissatisfied. First, his whereabouts were exposed and the mission was destroyed. Then, the silver ninja of the Qinchuan Empire robbed him of the joy of killing. He held back a lot of anger and resentment and had nowhere to release it.

"Whatever you want, I'm leaving." The silver ninja finished his words, said no more, and disappeared in place. His movement skills were extremely weird, not inferior to Norman's space transfer method.

"Kepken, this idiot, just set up a few magic circles, and made such a big noise, what a loser!" Marquis Slav cursed, without caring about the brown-robed magician's face in front of his subordinates, he was black The tone under the hood became colder and more vicious.

At this time, Norman had already launched his own magic field - space condensation. The flying tarot cards of the brown-robed magician were frozen in mid-air, and he had no choice but to cast a spell to take them back.

"You guys are always timid and don't dare to fight with your true strength. If you continue like this, I'm afraid you will end up with the same fate!" Of course Norman knows that these enemies are lurking in the dark. , shady, maybe there are some famous people, but he still wants to lead out the enemy's magic field, and then guess the enemy's identity and follow the clues.

"This Slavic... blood man is really unreliable, and he still wants to kill people with a knife?" Facing Norman's ridicule, the brown-robed magician said nothing. The battle between him and the minister in front of him had been going on for a long time, but Help from friendly parties has not yet arrived.

The brown-robed magician released the range of elemental induction to the maximum, muttering in his heart: "It seems that he has other plans, but even if he comes, he will probably be scared away when he sees this giant dragon!"

Suddenly, a heat wave swept across the battlefield, and a string of flames lingering with blue light spurted out from the magic circle that Norman had just cast. Like a flame python, it ferociously pounced on the brown-robed magician.

The brown-robed magician still did not expand his magic field, for fear of exposing his identity. He had only recovered half of his twenty-two tarot cards when he was interrupted by Norman's fire magic. The rest of the tarot cards had already faded. , he fell to the ground and was frozen in mid-air.

In Norman's magic field, the brown-robed magician's movements were obviously much slower. Although he had the ability to resist, he was still affected by the field force field. He could only discard the remaining dozen Tarot cards. , and quickly cast earth elemental magic for defense.

When the order came, five high walls of earth and stone rose up instantly, blocking the brown-robed magician. Norman's flame python roared, penetrated four walls in a row, and hit hard on the third wall. The five walls almost penetrated these earth and stone walls.

Norman continued to cast spells, and another magic circle had been formed, and he was about to continue attacking. Suddenly, his brows tightened, and he looked in one direction very warily, his expression becoming cautious.

The Apaco Amethyst Thunder Dragon had been affected by the brown-robed magician's incomplete dragon spell before, and was still in the angry stage. At this time, it felt a very uncomfortable aura, and it slowly growled. , then roared, and finally opened his mouth to spit out, several bursts of purple dragon breath, quickly flying towards a dense bush.

"Ah..." A scream was heard at the scene. Several figures hidden in the bushes were turned into ashes together with the surrounding trees, soil and rocks before they could react, and died inexplicably.

"Is this... a dragon? Does it really exist?" Marquis Slav jumped quickly and dodged back and forth between the branches of the big tree. He was also shocked by this huge beast.

"Master Slavic Marquis, this is the legendary dragon clan. This amethyst thunder dragon is the blood of the ancient dragon royal family. Its blood is simply the supreme treasure!" The brown-robed magician actually started to compliment the Slavic Marquis, with a tone like It is a report.

"Kepken! Don't be so arrogant to me. You made such a big fuss and ruined my good deeds. I haven't settled the account with you yet!" Marquis Slav obviously didn't buy it and continued to jump left and right in anger, trying to avoid it. Dragon's attack.

"Your Majesty, Marquis, first defend against foreign enemies, and I will apologize to you later! I am no match for that beast, I have to rely on you!" Kepken, who was under the brown magic robe, still had a respectful attitude.

"Slavic... Marquis... Bloodline of the Wimpae Empire? Kepken... I have never heard of it. Maybe it is not the real name? These people are very hidden. This level, no matter which country they are in, should be He is a famous person, but he has never heard of it!" Norman sighed at the enemy's power, but was also surprised by the enemy's low profile.

The whole body of the Slavic Marquis was tightly wrapped in black clothes. All he could see was that he was stooped. The leather boots under his feet revealed two dark red sharp corners. His figure was extremely strange, his speed was very fast, and his body exuded There was a disgusting bloody smell, and it was this smell that made the Amethyst Thunder Dragon very uncomfortable.

Norman carefully observed the Lord Marquis of the Vampire Race. He felt that this Marquis only brought endless darkness, blood and evil to people, and he felt an ominous feeling in his heart.

Norman could still analyze calmly and patiently, but the Amethyst Thunder Dragon beside him couldn't stand this disgusting smell at all. The dragon clan seemed to be naturally disgusted with this kind of smell. It was restless and kept spraying dragon breath, and it actually blew out all the people in that area. The forest trees were all burned, and in an instant, they became a bare wasteland.

At this time, the huge head of the Amethyst Thunder Dragon was raised, roaring towards the sky, its wings spread out violently, the surrounding wind was strong, and earth and rocks were flying. It suddenly fluttered its wings off the ground and directly pursued the Slavic Marquis who was fleeing in all directions.