White Dragon Lord

Amos climbed out of the ground with difficulty, his white scales turned red, and the whole dragon was steaming with steam, like a crayfish just out of the pot. A puff of white smoke came out.

bah bah bah!

Amos was frightened and almost lost the game over. Fortunately, there was a system, and he analyzed the way to escape from death in a short period of time. During the time when Amos was crushed by the skeleton, he frantically used fossils as mud, and successfully hid in a few meters deep. underground.

Even so, the sound and vibration of the explosion could not be avoided. Its head is still a mess, and the scorching high temperature almost cooked it.

But it did not come into direct contact with the fireball, and the defensive power of the dragon scales was also extraordinary.

So don't look at the embarrassed appearance it is now, everyone believes that it is a red dragon, but other than being a little shaken and a little dizzy, it has not suffered any other substantial damage.

The old shaman looked at the white dragon in disbelief. Suddenly, its complexion changed, and its body slumped. The muscles that were bulging began to slowly shrink and shrink, and the wrinkled skin was attached to the gradually shrinking muscles. .

Damn it!

Time is running out!

The old shaman held his chest in pain, gritted his teeth, and took the opportunity of Amos' stunned stun. .

Willy found the flying skull, blocked in front of his brother, the tail rounded, hit the skull and knocked it flying.

At the moment of contact, the skeleton head bit Willy's tail. In front of the skeleton's pale teeth, Willy's hard dragon scales were like paper paste, and the skeleton head flew out with large pieces of flesh and blood.

Hearing his brother's painful grunt, Amos finally came back to his senses, and when he looked up, he saw the old shaman holding a skeleton staff, turning around and running into the city.

run away?

impossible!

Amos overturned his conjecture, and before he had time to think about it, he quickly got up and chased after the old shaman.

Willy and Elena also followed their brother to catch up, but before Willy ran far, he fell to the ground weakly, and the dust filled the air.

Elena quickly stopped to check, only to see Willy's wound from being bitten by the skeleton, the flesh and blood turned black, and the unknown gray and white lines spread around the wound like a living thing.

curse?!

Willy lay on the ground weakly, his body trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth in pain, and groaned in his throat.

Seeing this, Elena hurriedly cast a spell to help Willy suppress the curse. Amos looked back at Willy, who was in pain, his anger ignited from the bottom of his heart, squeezing his physical strength, and continuing to chase, it now wants to swallow the old shaman alive .

A big body means a big step, and Amos will soon be not far from the old shaman. It jumped up with both feet, raised its neck, and opened its mouth to bite the old shaman's head.

The old shaman slid sideways into the path between the houses on the side. Amos used too much force, and the thirteen-meter-long beast knocked down several ogre houses, and a large cloud of smoke rose.

The dragon's tail swayed outside the smoke and slammed into the direction of the old shaman. After a loud noise, a row of houses collapsed.

Amos raised his huge head and poked his head out of the dust. The old shaman had disappeared from sight.

Amos's wings shook, and he flew into the sky. The gust of wind that flapped his wings blew away the smoke and dust from the collapsed house, revealing the messy ruins below.

In the sky, Amos looked down at the city below. The army was still fighting together, and the sound of killing was loud. The house next to the battlefield had turned into a rubble. Affected by the scattered magic flames, black smoke billowed everywhere in the city. , the air was filled with a choking burnt smell.

With a wide field of vision in the sky, Amos soon found the figure of the old shaman, but there were three identical old shamans, walking through the streets, running in different directions under the cover of the house.

Mirror!

scanning!

After several years of growth,

Amos' mental power has greatly increased, and now the range of mental power coverage reaches 50 meters, and when he releases his mental power in one direction, the scanning distance is as long as 150 meters, and the safety time of the auxiliary mode during war is also extended a lot.

However, after such a long battle, the safety time of the combat assist mode has long since expired, and Amos's mental power has been exhausted.

Finally, Amos found some clues. The old shaman was very cunning. The main body was blessed with invisibility and ran in front of a clone, which confirmed the famous saying that the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Unfortunately, this famous saying does not work in front of hanging B.

Amos took the plan, pretended not to know, flew to the clone that was the second closest to the old shaman's real body, and slammed it down, and the clone disappeared.

The old shaman was slightly relieved, and deceived it.

Amos pretended to be angry, roared and flew into the sky, rushed towards the back of the old shaman's body, the air slid over the scales, and the humming of the wind came from his ears.

As he approached his clone, Amos suddenly accelerated, crossing the clone and grabbing at the invisible old shaman.

not good!

The old shaman was full of dead souls, turned around and threw the skeleton staff in his hand. The skeleton staff turned into a 5-meter-high skeleton when he left his hand, and he stretched his arms to embrace Amos.

Amos was puzzled: How come an ogre shaman is all undead equipment? !

It didn't have time to think about it, there was a skeleton hanging on it, and it continued to move forward, the dragon claws caught on the old shaman who turned around.

The old shaman was severely injured, raised his head and spurted a mouthful of blood, and flew out backwards, his aura suddenly weakened, and his appearance became even more senile.

It slammed into the wall of the house next to it, held the wall with difficulty, and stood up. The dragon claws left three blood marks on it, from the pipa bone all the way to the abdomen, almost ripping open the old shaman. gushing frantically from the wound.

The old shaman shook his hands, and summoned a second-order ghost wolf with a smaller size. The whole person was lying on the back of the giant wolf. The ghost wolf took the master and rushed towards the center of the city without concealment.

Amos, who was entangled by the skeleton, was about to chase after the skeleton, and the skeleton bit Amos' neck. The white dragon lord quickly supported the skeleton's head with his front claws. The wolf took the old shaman and ran farther and farther.

Amos finally took off the skull's head, smashed the skull with one foot, tore off the bone arm that was still holding him tightly, and threw it on the ground.

With a flutter of wings, he rose into the air and continued to chase after the old shaman, but unfortunately it was too late.

The ghost wolf took the old shaman to his destination - the altar in the center of the city.

The old shaman put Willy's flesh and blood on the platform at the top of the altar, and sat down, with his back against the icy rock of the altar, holding the head of the Caucasus tightly with one hand, and covering the wound on his chest with the other, the blood continued to flow through his fingers of the loss.

The old shaman was panting heavily, his eyes did not waver, and he looked at the white dragon that was getting closer and closer in the air.

Amos looked at the altar below with mixed feelings in his heart.

The white dragon only used the curse to deal with Gulgaru in the morning, and at noon the old shaman threatened himself with the curse.

Today's newspaper!

Amos landed on the square in front of the altar. When things got to this point, Amos calmed down.

It also calmly looked at the old shaman on the altar. The old shaman has now returned to his original appearance, with thin bones, sunken eye sockets, and blood with vitality, constantly draining from its body. If it is not treated in time, it will definitely survive. Just an hour.

White Dragon, stop the war and sign a contract!

The old shaman took out a piece of white paper, wrote the text with magic power, and sent the contract to the white dragon with magic.