Chapter 248 An Ancient Dragon with Hidden Breath?

The ancient dragons slaughtered Berlaint, resulting in huge fluctuations in power. As time went on, more and more legendary undead were attracted by the fluctuations of the battle. Nearly 40 legendary battles, this scale, this level The battle fluctuated, for the nearby powerhouses, it was like a second sun appeared in the sky, and it was difficult not to pay attention.

And whenever a legendary undead arrives, an ancient dragon is forced to leave the battlefield and intercept it. Even if these legendary undead are planning to come to paddle, their existence has already restrained the combat effectiveness of the ancient dragons.

But, fortunately, not only the Necronomicon Council has support, but the ancient dragons also have support. There are ancient dragons tearing space from other subcontinents, spanning a distance of hundreds of millions of miles, and then finding this place through the messages left by the first batch of ancient dragons.

However, due to the limitation of time and distance, only three ancient dragons have found this place and came to support the first batch of ancient dragons.

Fortunately for Long, because he has always maintained an absolutely crushing attack on Berlain, this once fierce and mighty big lich is now very miserable. The ten legendary undead dragons that he worked so hard to refine. Four have been destroyed by the ancient dragon.

This made Bertrand's heartache so angry that the fire of his soul trembled. Almost all of his belongings fell on the undead dragon army, so when members of the same organization asked him for compensation, he couldn't show it.

As for the other option, use the undead dragon to pay off the debt-impossible, dream, don't think, even if he is killed, he will not give up the undead dragon that he worked so hard to refine.

His love of dragons, or rather necromantic dragons, had reached a morbid twist. So now, he is not only suffering great torment physically, but also suffers great pain in his mind.

He watched helplessly as his heart and blood were shattered, but there was nothing he could do.

What made him tremble even more was that the legendary undead who he expected to come to rescue and help him were all blatantly paddling, and they were not working hard.

The first legendary resentful spirit who came to the battlefield with the tide of resentment, after swallowing the ancient silver dragon, there was no movement, and no fluctuations in the battle came out.

The second legendary dark knight who came to support, did not hit the topaz ancient dragon with a single move, and was obviously fake. Does this mean he is blind?

So did the third sutured corpse...

Although this kind of ineffective behavior made Briant tremble with anger, they all held back an ancient dragon, relieved the pressure for him, and could breathe a sigh of relief.

But when the ninth legendary lich came over,

One thing happened that made him vomit blood in anger-Briant swore that if he still had life and flesh and blood, he would definitely vomit blood in anger.

... The ninth person who felt the fluctuations of the battle and came to support was a lich, a traditional lich. Unlike Bryant and Barbossa, the undead army under his command is a normal lich. Traditional configuration... skeletons, wraiths, ghouls, abominations, dark knights, gargoyles... all kinds of undead are available.

When this traditional archlich came to the battlefield, just as an ancient dragon was about to leave the battlefield to intercept it.

The first Legendary Wraith to arrive sent a plea for help to the Legendary Lich, yes, it was a plea for help.

"Yarman, this ancient silver dragon is too strong, I can't hold it anymore, come and help me!" The voice of the soul with no lower limit echoed on the battlefield, and it sounded with it, and it was extremely exaggerated. of screams.

On the battlefield, even the undead who are beginning to gain wisdom know that this scream is fake. However, the legendary great lich who came to support him just believed it.

"Guderian, hold on, I'll come to support you." The big lich grinned strangely, and rushed into the still lingering green ghosts with his undead army. In the tide, it disappeared directly.

Then there was no more... Originally, when Alves, the ancient golden dragon, saw this situation, he turned his head and wanted to leave the battlefield, rush into the tide of resentment, and support the ancient silver dragon.

But just halfway through the flight, Alves seemed to have received the ancient silver dragon's message, flew back to the battlefield, and continued to catch a legendary bone dragon to beat - it was about to be beaten by it.

Next, there are more and more legendary undead arriving on the battlefield, but they have formed a tacit understanding. Whenever a new legendary undead arrives, a legendary undead who is paddling immediately asks for help, what do I say? I can't beat it, I'm going to be beaten to death by Gu Long, so hurry up and help me like that.

When the legendary undead who was begged for help saw that, hehe, the one who was beaten by a group of ancient dragons was actually Bertrand, who had not paid his debts. Brazen paddling.

Still the same sentence, no relatives, no reason, and no benefit, who will help you fight the knife, why?

Bryant was struggling under the siege of the ancient dragon. He had already understood that the legends of the Necronomicon would not help him.

Even the big man who is optimistic about him, the ghost master Basalom, can't be trusted. Just above the sky, the two flashes made him feel shivering and let him understand that the king of the dragon family also shot, so he Don't expect anyone to come and save him.

"Do you have to rely on self-destruction to escape again?" In the crystal snow-white skull where a crack has appeared, the fire of the soul swayed, and he hesitated.

But at this moment, on the edge of the battlefield in this area, the space split open, and a ghost ironclad ship with a length of one thousand meters sailed out first. After that, hundreds of ghost ships of various sizes followed. Between the ships, the gray and black ghosts of the undead filled the air, and among them, there were also lines of black gas as thick as pythons flowing between the ghost ships.

On the bow of the lead ironclad ship, a big lich wearing a triangular captain's hat stood with a knife, just like a pirate king across the ocean.

"Barbossa, save me!" Seeing the ten thousand-year-old lich, Bryant immediately sent a distress call to him as if he saw the hope of escaping, "As long as you can temporarily hold back these An ancient dragon, let me escape from here, and I will give you half of my undead dragon army."

Barbossa looked up at the sky, not at Berlaint, but at a higher position.

Then, he looked down and glanced at the pitiful six legendary necromantic dragons beside Bryant.

Finally, he looked down and looked at the largest battlefield in this area, and saw Morea, who was staring at him, killing all directions.

"I found a powerful ancient dragon that hides its aura. I will help you hold the ancient dragon first. I don't have time to help you for now. You can support yourself first!" Undead Captain Barbossa refused without hesitation.