Chapter 680 Like-Minded Dragon?

"Your senses are really sharp, Michaelella, you are much better than someone." Looking at the underground cavity in front of him, which was densely covered with various undead buildings, Morea smiled and said to the blazing girl behind him. .

And just when Morea and Michaelella were chatting, just less than 100 meters away from them, a dark knight riding a skeleton horse looked at them blankly, and the soul fire in his eyes jumped violently.

It didn't understand why the wall next to his residence that had been blessed by the master suddenly broke a hole, and three creatures with such a strong aura of life suddenly ran out of it.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand, they are originally brainless things. It only needs to know that it is the mortal enemy with these creatures. The only thing he needs to do now is to lift the gun in his hand and charge.

"Cavalry! Prepare to charge!" The cold and majestic command echoed in the soul fire of the resting undead knight. Then invariably, one knight after another rushed out of the skeleton building...

"Our luck seems to be good. As soon as we came out, it turned out to be the garrison of a undead cavalry regiment." Morea turned to look at the 20 or so undead knights who were lining up in front of him and were charging him, and stretched out his fingers. A little lightly, and then... the soul fire of these cavalrymen died in an instant.

"That lich is coming out." Michaelela reminded softly standing behind Morea.

"Micah, I saw it." Morea looked up and looked over the cavern, which was nearly ten square kilometers.

A dark blue, eerie, and mysterious fire shone in this cavity. Between the dense and regular undead buildings guarded by the castle, a rich black-gray dead aura gushed out, and there was a skeleton engraved with runes looming and exuding. Huge mental coercion.

"Who? How dare you invade the territory of my Great Lich Barack." The Lich who felt his undead knights annihilated in an instant roared angrily, and flew towards the location of Morea with a small resentful spirit. , Morea can still feel the ground shaking gently, a large number of skeletons, ghouls, abominations... all kinds of undead creatures with entities, swarming out of the building, forming a small undead The tide came to where Morea was.

"It's actually only a third-order Lich of Soul Intent. It's too weak. It seems that we need to catch a few more." Morea sensed the strength of this Lich, and his face was a little disappointed.

With Morea's thoughts, a golden flame ignited in this dark burrow in an instant, as if the sun had descended here, and with the appearance of the flame, hundreds of low-level undead were illuminated by the flame. Dissipated as fly ash.

"Master Jinlong, spare your life!" When the imposing big lich saw the golden flames appearing on Morea's body, he immediately persuaded,

Its lich body fell in front of Morea, and it honestly crawls on the ground,

"Are all the lich so cowardly now?" Morea's palm froze in mid-air, looking at the lich lying on the ground, already showing the color of submission, the palm continued to move forward, "But you think you If you surrender, won't I do anything to you?"

The surging Long Yan followed Moreya's thoughts, merged into a huge palm, and then slapped the big lich heavily, directly pumping it away, creating a vacuum channel that was thousands of meters long. When it hit the other side of the underground cavity, a huge pit was smashed, and the spider web-like cracks spread, and its carefully polished crystal skeleton body showed a lot of cracks.

Morea came with the idea of ​​subduing the lich. Since he wants to subdue others, he must let them experience his own power! Even liches who seek eternal knowledge are in awe of the power above them.

"Lord Golden Dragon, spare your life, I am the subordinate of Lord Barthelemy Boganda, please be merciful." Barack, the lich who pulled his undead body from the stone wall without caring, quickly explained. .

"There is already a master." Hearing the bad news, Morea frowned unpleasantly, "How strong is your master? Is it also a lich? A legend or a demigod?"

"Lord Golden Dragon, he is an ancient golden dragon just like you." The lich who was almost slapped with a slap by Morea replied quickly, afraid that Morea would be unhappy, give it another slap and start again. Shaping an undead body is a waste of materials.

"Huh?" This time, Morea couldn't help but look astonished, "What did you say? Your master is a golden dragon?"

"Don't you know? Barthelemy, the dragon who enslaves the lich, as a golden dragon, you should have heard the name of Lord Barthelemy."

"I am a golden dragon from another continent, not a native dragon." Morea explained, and he found that things became interesting.

"I didn't expect that there is a fallen dragon here." Hearing the lich reporting that his master was a dragon, Ilvestre, who was beside Mu Ruiya, showed undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

The relationship between the Blazing Gods is not friendly with the dragons, especially with the five-color dragons, and with some dragons who like to be contaminated with the power system of the abyss of the dead. It is a purely hostile relationship.

"Should be able to contact your master, right? Let me meet him." Glancing at his brother-in-law, Morea narrowed his eyes. As a golden dragon, he naturally knows how terrifying a fallen golden dragon can be. Harm, you must know that one of the highest achievements of the undead system, in addition to the lich, is all kinds of dragon undead, such as ghost dragons, bone dragons, and corpse dragons.

"My master is not a fallen golden dragon. He is just a little special. When he was in command of us, he did not harm other creatures." Hearing that Morea and the others seemed to be going to trouble his master, this big lich actually start to explain.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you think we will believe what a lich says?" Ilvestre said impatiently.

"Don't worry about him, if this golden dragon just enslaves the undead and doesn't do anything else, I think I have a lot in common with him."

Morea did not veto the lich, but his demeanor was much gentler. This might be a dragon who likes to rule with him. "Help me contact your master!"

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"Barack, what's the matter with me?" In the dark communication circle, the undead gathered in the shape of a dragon, "Huh? You are injured, what's the matter?"

"You are the golden dragon that enslaved the lich." Morea pulled the lich whose body was about to shatter aside, and looked at the dead dragon shadow in front of him with interest.

"Did you move my subordinates?"

"That's right." There was nothing to deny, and Morea was very calm.

"You are so brave," the dragon shadow in front of Morea collapsed instantly, the space rippled like water, and then a dragon claw covered with golden dragon scales and black lines on the edge came out of the air and grabbed it fiercely. Morea's location.

"It's really irritable," Morea stopped Ilvester, who was about to shoot, with one hand, and his hand also recovered into a dragon claw, and then collided with the dragon claw that seemed to be eroded by death.

"You are also a golden dragon!" A surprised voice sounded behind the paw, and then the voice immediately became somewhat helpless, "It's the same clan who came to trouble me again, how many times have I said, I have not fallen! "