Part-time BOSS

Murphy found himself in darkness, with a deep voice whispering in his ear.

"Run, the adventurers are here. They bring knives and swords, divine arts and magic. They will peel off your skin, drain your blood, and pluck off every one of your scales."

A subtle sense of fear made Murphy open his eyes. In front of him was an open valley, with countless black baby dragons playing in the valley.

Murphy looked forward blankly. He found that he was floating in the air with a pair of young wings. For a few seconds, he thought he had gone back to the past, when he was just a young dragon. But he soon discovered that was not the case.

"Run, it's an adventurer!" A shrill scream followed by the sound of flapping wings.

Arandel? This is Alandel's memory, am I - dreaming? Murphy suddenly came back to his senses, and when he turned his head, he saw groups of black baby dragons running wildly down the canyon, with groups of adventurers following behind. The weapons were extremely clear, bows and arrows and lightning were flying all over the sky, and the young dragons fell from the sky one after another.

Don't run, don't run, fight, fight them!

There was an anxious voice shouting in my heart, it was Alandel's voice.

Arandel struggled to spray out a fireball, but the fireball shattered on the flame protection barrier, and then countless fireballs were shot over, and the results were no exception.

Another rain of arrows struck, and more baby dragons fell from the sky.

Run! ——Run! Arandel gave up the fight and fled with his companions.

The massacre continued, with fewer and fewer companions, until it rushed into a dark cave, leaving only its young dragon.

The screams of the dying dragon could be heard outside.

Fear, despair, anger, and various negative emotions were intertwined in his heart. At this time, an adventurer's figure appeared at the entrance of the cave. His figure was pitch black, and the sword in his hand looked like a black silhouette.

At that moment, Alandel only felt despair in his heart.

The next second, dragon fire fell from the sky, drowning everything, including the adventurer whose face could not be seen clearly.

When Arandel flew out of the cave, he saw charred corpses burning all over the place, and a huge figure flying across the sky with wings.

"It's Lord Neltharion!" Arandel thought excitedly.

"It's the Wings of Death!" Murphy suddenly thought.

The young black dragon looked at the flames still burning around him, and infinite longing arose in his heart. I also want to have that flame, that deadly flame.

As the scene turned, Mo Fei found himself soaring in the air, his wings flapping powerfully. The ground was covered with flames and thick smoke. Magma was flowing on the ground, and fire elemental creatures were inhabiting it.

Arandel descended slowly, looking for the flame it yearned for, looking at the flame spirits jumping in the lava. They were playing in the flames, emitting light and heat, just like it did with it back then. partners.

A fire spirit absorbed a large amount of fire power and began to evolve. It gradually grew larger and turned into a fire element. Its body was orange-yellow, bright and warm, scorching and blazing.

"Can you lend me your fire?"

"Go away, Black Dragon, this is not the place you should come."

The fire elemental sprayed flames at him, and the scorching flames burned its outer skin.

That's right, it's this flame, this fierce flame!

It was a little happy, but also a little angry. It just wanted to borrow some flames. It tried to reason with the fire element, but all it gave him back was more intense flames.

It sprayed flames at the fire element, but the fire element was unharmed. It swung its claws, but was burned by the flames.

Arandel slowly retreated, and the fire element pressed forward step by step. Suddenly, a strange creature emerged from the ground. It bit the fire element and sucked it into the body like smoke. The remaining half of the fire element The body struggled to escape, but after a few steps it was extinguished, leaving only a ball of glowing red crystals.

Arandel looked at the strange creature. It was an ugly monster. Its pitch-black body was like charcoal, with only a faint flame burning in its chest. It had a pair of charcoal-like eyes, "Little black dragon, stupid Black dragon, do you want that pure fire? Then they will not give this good thing to you only by plundering, and only by plundering can you use them for your own use."

The briquette monster points to the red crystal on the ground, eats it, blends it into your blood, and gathers it into your heart to make your flames purer. "

"Like you just did?"

"Just like I did just now."

Murphy felt only joy in his heart. He felt that the fire monster in front of him was a good man.

He swallowed the fire element in one gulp, and the flames scalded his mouth and tongue, scorched its throat, and made it extremely painful. The young black dragon rolled all over the ground, but gradually, the flames actually turned into it. It spurts out flames from a part of its body, and the flames are as hot and fierce as the fire element.

"You're not dead? Interesting, interesting - look, look, what I said, swallow the flames and merge them into one."

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"Run, it's Alandel!"

The fire spirits were running around, they jumped into the lava, trying to escape, but Arandel was not afraid of the lava. It fished the fire spirits out of the lava and annihilated them one by one, just like crushing an ant, the flames The scream of the spirit was like the sound of a candle going out, small and difficult to detect. Adral felt that he was playing an interesting game as he swallowed the essence of the flame into his belly.

Swallowing, swallowing more, Alandel spits out flames. The flames are golden yellow and look very pure, purer than the flames of the fire element.

Not enough, not enough, more is needed.

It looked at the briquette monster. The flames on the briquette monster's chest were flickering. Even through the thick blackened body, it still exuded alluring light and heat. There must be more flames there, waiting for it to come back. God came, its dragon claws had pierced the monster's body and dug out its heart. It was a ball of fire. The flame was golden with a strange blood red color, beating as if alive. s life.

The briquette monster did not curse, but looked at him with eyes like burning coals, "Swallow Arandel, swallow this flame, make the flame pure, use your pure flame to return the world to its most primitive appearance."

Arandel swallowed the flame. He watched the briquette monster turn into a pile of pitch-black burned ashes. He felt the severe burning and pain in his heart. He roared and spit out the flame. The flame The color is pure and white, it is the pure flame of Alandel.