Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

The necromancer didn't expect Yinlong to make such a quick move.

Things have developed to the present, which has completely exceeded his expectations.The most important reason is that Yinlong is too strong, especially after he successfully lured the black dragon cub over, it must be said that he underestimated Yinlong because of this.

Necromancers can reside in any creature at will, and instantly tear up the other's soul and occupy the body.At this time, the only living creatures in the tomb were Samir, the elves, the black dragon, and the half-dead prisoners who had been trapped in the vines.

The first choice of the necromancer is of course the group of prisoners. These were brought back by his subordinates from all over the mainland to be sold. After this period of torture, their mental state is very weak and their bodies are easily occupied.

Moreover, the necromancer knew that Silver Dragon couldn't kill those people quickly...

Samir, being a dragon, you have compassion for other races... This is why you will lose in the end!

The necromancer charged at one of the trapped orcs.The orc was trapped in the vines, his eyes were blank, and he didn't respond to the necromancer's movements. When the necromancer was about to get into his body, a light green light flashed and shrouded the orc.Those vines can actually protect those people.

The necromancer seemed to have hit a solid wall, shaking his mind.Things have repeatedly exceeded his expectations, and if you don't find a living body, your soul will be weaker.The necromancer looked around, only Samir, the elf and... the little black dragon were the only targets left!

The necromancer's eyes lit up, and he rushed towards the weak little black dragon: "Then let me see how Samir will attack you!"

"roll!"

Obviously there was nothing in front of him, and the black dragon didn't have any ability to sense the soul, but Dak glared ahead, his black pupils fixed on the place where the necromancer's soul was, and spit out a ball of fire.

Of course, this fireball couldn't pose a threat to the Necromancer, but he couldn't help being surprised, but the situation was already very critical at this time, he didn't care about it, and got into the little black dragon's body.

The little black dragon let out a cry of pain, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Dark!" Samir's eyes became anxious, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly.

"Don't panic." Lang Luo pressed his hand and said, "Look, there is no scar on his shoulder."

Does this mean that the necromancer did not succeed in occupying it? !

The little black dragon's consciousness was dragged into a black mist, and he couldn't see anything around him. Suddenly, his feet started to vibrate, and a huge figure appeared in front of him.

This is a translucent human figure with an ordinary appearance, the kind of person you can see everywhere, with a dry and thin body, but his body is very large, and the little black dragon is only as big as his feet.

Even though he had never seen it before, the little black dragon subconsciously knew that this was the necromancer's conscious body, and this was his original appearance!

Because the necromancer was injured, he was translucent, but his soul strength was far stronger than that of the little black dragon, so he appeared huge.In contrast, under his feet, the little black dragon was as insignificant as an ant.Because of the corrosion of the soul, it is also translucent and scarred.

Looking at it this way, the little black dragon is definitely not the necromancer's opponent.

The necromancer also thought so, he stretched out his foot and stepped on the little black dragon.

The little black dragon dodged, although he hid in a panic, but he did dodge.After dodging, he advanced instead of retreating, and slammed into the necromancer's conscious body.

The necromancer couldn't dodge, he was too big, the two conscious bodies collided with each other and trembled at the same time.

【Go to hell! 】The necromancer did not expect that the little black dragon would be so determined, and even wanted to fight back in the face of the attack of the consciousness body.

Does he know how dangerous this kind of soul collision is!

[You are going to die! 】The little black dragon's black pupils are shining brightly: 【I absolutely can't, let you control me a second time! 】

The two consciousnesses were fighting in the little black dragon's body. It was just the simplest collision, but it made people feel frightened.In the tomb, the little black dragon's body was constantly twitching, looking very painful.

Samir stood beside the little black dragon and asked nervously, "What should we do now?"

Langlow said: "They should still be fighting now...I'll see if I can help him."

Samir watched as he put his hands on the little black dragon, and a green light lit up from the place where the two touched, and then the little black dragon got better.

Samir thought to himself, could the elves still revive healing magic? I have never heard of this... But this elf named Lan Luo, although young, is very calm and powerful.In this battle, it can be seen that he is basically capable, and he has always remained calm, which makes people feel very reliable.

Are the current elves already so strong...

【Get out of here! 】

[Get out! 】

[Get out of my body! 】

The little black dragon still bumped into the necromancer again and again, and his soul became weaker every time he hit it, but correspondingly, the necromancer also felt uncomfortable. Until now, he still hasn't made any progress. He became weaker under the impact of the black dragon.

What a hassle!

Can't go on like this anymore, the necromancer thought to himself, if he dragged on here, he would definitely die, even if only his conscious body was left, he would have to escape, after all, he still had a back hand, as long as he escaped, he would have the possibility of surviving .

When he makes a comeback and regroups, he must take revenge on these two damn dragons!

Thinking of this, the necromancer decisively withdrew from the little black dragon's body.

Watching the huge and ethereal consciousness leave, the little black dragon smiled wearily. He took a step forward, his eyes darkened, and he fell headlong into the depths of his soul endlessly.

After the necromancer escaped from the body of the little black dragon, he was about to flee, but Lan Luo took the sword from Samir with quick eyesight and said, "Lend me the sword!"

Samir froze for a moment, and saw Lang Luo holding the sword very skillfully and stabbing into the void.

There was a scream in the air, and gradually, a human figure appeared, the necromancer's chest was pierced by a sword, the expression on his face was extremely painful, and his facial features were distorted.

This sword hit his soul directly, and the pain it caused was far deeper than his flesh.

Samir was surprised at how the elf did it, and then realized that the elf is too proficient with this sword!

The necromancer grasped the sword vaguely and looked at the young elf in shock.

Ordinary elves don't have this kind of strength at all. Since leaving the White Tower until now, they have only lost to the ancestor of the elves. Only the ancestor left an arrow in his soul, and it was that arrow that made the silver dragon come to him.

This is no ordinary young elf at all, he is...

"You... are... the ancestor..."

Lan Luo pressed the necromancer deeply on the ground with his sword, and the severe pain made the words behind the necromancer extremely ambiguous.

"Caught it." Lang Luo turned to Samir and asked, "What are you going to do with him?"

Samir watched Lang Luo's attack, and for some reason felt a feeling of trepidation.He secretly slowed down, and said, "This is Rodster's unilateral enemy, let's leave it to the legendary magician."

Lang Luo asked: "What is a unilateral enemy?"

Samir: "It's the kind of person who regards the legendary magician as his lifelong enemy and will do whatever it takes to defeat Rodster, but in fact Rodster doesn't care about him at all."

Lang Luo smiled faintly because of his statement, and then asked in a low voice: "Are you familiar with the legendary magician?"

"It's okay." Samir said, "He's been nice to me."

"Really." The elf muttered softly, "But you are still calling him by his name."

And you don't even want to call me Kim anymore.

"What?" Samir didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, I still have questions to ask the necromancer." Lan Luo turned his head: "What did you do to the sacred tree?"

Samir remembered, yes, for the elves, this is the most important question.

"Hehe... the sacred tree is about to wither..." The necromancer's laughter was extremely distorted because of the pain: "Don't even think about it...Although I died, there is still the elven sacred tree to be buried with me. No loss!"

"Be careful! He's going to blow himself up!"

Samir reached out to grab Lang Luo, then raised his hand and placed a shield, covering them in front of them.

The soul of the necromancer exploded after a short delay, and the corpses of the mages on the ground were instantly wiped out. The shield shook a few times, but still blocked the damage from the self-explosion of the soul.And those captives were not harmed because of the protection of the vines.

"Dead?" Samir stared at the sword in a daze. The sword was deeply inserted into the ground, and the necromancer had completely disappeared.

Lan Luo narrowed his eyes: "Yes."

Samir always felt a little light and flirtatious, all kinds of evil, powerful and secretive, did the necromancer who had been doing things in the dark just die like this?

While that's true, and quite plausible, the most elusive thing about a necromancer before was his hiding place, and his ability to switch bodies at will.Even if he kills his current body, he will soon be resurrected in another body.

And just now, the necromancer's soul really exploded.

But it's good if the matter is resolved, Samir went to see the situation of the little black dragon first, Dak was in a coma and didn't respond at all.

He suffered soul corruption from the dragon egg, and was later cleaned up by Rodster, but the effect of corrosion is irreversible.Seeing that the situation was gradually improving, he was caught again by the Necromancer, and he played Soul Corrosion again, and in the midst of the corrosion, he fought with the Necromancer at the soul level...

Even just thinking about what Dak has experienced, Samir's heart aches.Although he didn't know exactly what state Dak was in at this time, he knew that the little black dragon must be very tired and weak.

Samir used an advanced identification technique on the little black dragon, and saw numerous negative states, the most important of which was: [Fake Death].

Lang Luo also checked and said, "It seems that he is too weak, so he even fell into a state of suspended animation."

In this state, it is impossible to send back to the Spine of Mojacher.

Samir caressed the little black dragon lightly, his subordinate's body was going up and down slightly, this battle, the little black dragon was really hard.

Now that the necromancer is dead, the soul corruption has naturally stopped.But the soul of the little black dragon has already experienced two serious injuries in succession. Do you want the little black dragon to return to the White Tower...?

Lang Luo noticed his hesitation and asked, "What's the matter?"

After going through the battle together, Samir's trust and affection for Langlo increased. He explained: "I'm wondering whether to send him back to the White Tower. Rodster can clear the soul corruption, but the corrosion effect has already been caused. It’s not enough, just clearing it is not enough, how can we restore his soul..."

Even Samir, who has traveled all over the land of Redras and has seen a lot, can't think of a way for a while.

Lan Luo said: "Actually, the fountain of life of the elves should be able to repair his damaged soul."

Samir snorted.

How could he have forgotten that the fountain of life of the elves is a place that all adventurers dream of, and the spring water there can even be sold for a high price outside.Whether it is damage to the body or damage to the soul, it can be repaired.

The reason why I didn't expect it was because I avoided it subconsciously.

Samir said hesitantly: "It's not convenient for me to go to Elven Island..."

Lan Luo tilted his head: "Why?"

Samir wanted to say that you can ask your Elf ancestor, but after thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't delay the little black dragon's treatment because of his own reasons.

If you really meet the ancestor, then apologize to him well, and it won't be a big deal if you talk about the previous things.

After thinking it over, Samir said, "In this case, let's go to Elven Island. But, the fountain of life cannot be used by outsiders."

Lan Luo thought for a moment.

Samir thought he was embarrassing about this matter, but in fact, Lang Luo thought about how to let Samir know that he was not an outsider.

Lang Luo thought for a while and said, "You helped me catch the necromancer, and I will plead with the elders and patriarchs."

"Obviously you helped us... If it wasn't for you, maybe I wouldn't have come here in time." Samir was very touched and said, "You are really a good person... ah no, a good elf !"

Lan Luo: "..."

After the discussion here, Samir went to rescue the bound captives.Lan Luo took back the vines, and because of the death of the necromancer, the mind control of those captives disappeared.Some of them passed out, while others managed to stay awake.

Samir checked their situation one by one, and walked up to a red-haired orc. The orc suddenly grabbed his wrist and asked with strength, "You... who are you?!"

"I'm here to save my people." Samir said, "The Necromancer is dead, you are free."

"He cast a strange spell on us..." The orcs were not familiar with magic, they fought with the power of their blood, the red-haired orc held Samir's wrist tightly, and the boy's crisp voice was hoarse with blood: " Please, take me back to the Orc Empire... I am the Seventh of the Empire... I..."

He finally passed out.

Samir opened his fingers very hard, and after checking a few more people, he said to the only sober elf here: "They are too weak, if they are left here like this, I'm afraid they won't be able to survive."

"Are you sending them back?" said the Elf.

Samir glanced at them. The dozen captives belonged to seven different races, and these races spread all over the north, south, east, and west. Of course, he couldn't personally send them back one by one.

At this moment, a familiar chill surged up in his chest.

Samir smiled slightly and said to Lang Luo: "There are people from the White Tower, I will go to see them, and these people can also be handed over to them."

"Do you want to come and meet the people from the White Tower?"

Lan Luo thought it was just an ordinary white tower magician, and shook his head: "No, I still have something to do."

He walked over, picked up the rusty sword, and handed it to Samir: "I'll give you this one, see you later."

Samir always felt that there was something wrong with his words, both in terms of tone and content, but he couldn't tell where the specific problem was, and why was this young elf blushing a bit?

Is it because the air in the tomb is too stuffy?

Samir felt strange in his heart. He took the sword and found that the blade hadn't corroded any more during this period of time.

Samir knew that this was a sword related to the elves. Could it be because of this that the elves could play its greatest role and would not continue to corrode?

Various speculations flashed through his mind, and he said, "Okay, we'll see you later."

Samir took the sword back, used the transformation technique to turn the little black dragon into a size that could be hugged in his arms, and then carried him out of the tomb.

He was going to see Rodster, and, by the way, to say goodbye formally again.

The elf left from the other direction of the tomb.

After separating from Samir, the expression on Lang Luo's face faded.He pulled his bow expressionlessly, and a golden arrow gradually condensed in the air. The arrow shone slightly, resting on the bowstring, ready to go.

The elf shot the arrow.

The glowing arrow flew out suddenly, leaving a golden afterimage in the air due to its high speed.The elf glanced at the arrow's direction and chased after it.

The necromancer is on the run.

At this time, he was boarding a black snake, which could only hover on the ground. He swiftly shuttled through the jungle, keeping away from the tomb of the Scarlet Stone Forest.

After finding that he couldn't get rid of the traces left by the ancestor of the elves no matter what, the necromancer made a decision.

He split his soul in two.

Of course, it was not divided equally, he just divided a small part of it, and after many experiments, he finally succeeded.

The self-detonation of the subject's soul can make the enemy relax his vigilance, and he takes the opportunity to escape.It's just that this small number of souls are too weak and can only reside on creatures like the black snake.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he escapes alive, he will take back everything he lost now!

The silver dragon, the ancestor of the elves, the legendary magician...

He has time and patience!

Be sure to take revenge one by one!

The black snake crawled faster, however, the golden light was even faster.

Just when he was about to leave the area of ​​the Scarlet Stone Forest, a golden arrow pierced Black Snake's body, firmly nailing him to the ground.

The black snake neighed silently and painfully.

His body trembled violently, but no matter what, he couldn't break free. The arrow was cold and hard, as if it wanted to freeze him from body to soul.

The necromancer felt cold.Since he turned into a necromancer, he has dealt with the night and corpses every day, so he should have gotten used to the cold.

But now, he was colder than ever.

A pair of feet landed in front of him, followed by a white robe. The cloth of the robe was very soft, and there were only a few green leaves embroidered on it for decoration.

But it will make everyone who sees it feel that there is no more beautiful clothes in the world than this.

Because the simple white robe perfectly complemented the beauty of the elves.The temperament of the elves is already the top decoration.

Necromancer neighed in pain, looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"Can't speak?" said the elf lightly.

Black Snake spoke out: "It's you! The ancestor of the elves... you actually came to arrest me yourself... hiss—how did you find me?!"

This time the elf didn't stop him and let him go on.

"Before you die, is this what you want to ask?" His tone was very flat, without any emotion, as if he was talking about today's weather.

The necromancer sneered: "Can you let me go if I tell you about the sacred tree?!"

The elf shook his head.

"Hehe... proud elves..." the necromancer said, "Just wait for the elf tree to wither, and the elves will disappear from the mainland!"

The elf remained expressionless, and he could tell that the necromancer didn't know how to undo it, otherwise he would definitely use this as a bargaining chip in exchange for his life.

The golden arrows suddenly turned into countless light spots and floated in the air. As soon as the necromancer felt his body relax, his eyes were enveloped in gold.

The last thing he saw was that in the golden gap, the elf's emerald green pupils were neither sad nor happy, and the long golden hair and white robe fluttered in the wind. They were both very warm colors, but they gave off an extremely cold feeling. Feel.

Ah, like this sun.

Although it can give life to the earth and make everything vibrant when it is warm, it can also burn down the continent at will and make life miserable when it is cold.

But actually, the sun doesn't care.

Sometimes looking at the sun, isn't there that extremely cold, even frightening feeling?

After the elf killed the necromancer, he withdrew his bow.

The leaf he left with Samir could detect Samir's approximate location, and what made him happy was that Samir hadn't lost that leaf.

He had thought about it before, and what he did before was indeed wrong. For Samir, being too controlling is not a good thing.

The elf decided to work hard to correct his habit, so he gave Samir a leaf, but at first he didn't want to use that leaf for anything.

Sure enough, we should let go... Samir is not the kind of person who can forcefully stay, he is free himself.

After all, Samir is still using his sword!

Thinking of this, the elf stepped briskly. He turned around the corner and saw Samir who was talking to Rodster.

The legendary magician stretched out his hands and hugged Samir.

The author has something to say:

Spiritual Journey:

I want to set him free.

No, you still have to watch.

I should let go...

No, I can't let go.

I should just quietly follow behind him and protect him.

But Samir, you have provoked too many people, can I kill them (this is ooc)