Chapter 681 Fate Makes Us Meet Again

"Why did you enslave the lich?" Morea stared at the golden dragon Barthelemy in front of him. If it was just based on perception, Moreya would never think that the one squatting in front of him was a golden dragon, "What you paid for? The price is a bit high.”

"As expected of the descendants of the Dragon King, they have a broader mind than ordinary golden dragons. Ordinary golden dragons have no way to talk to me like this. I must defeat them with absolute strength before I can explain them well."

Gujinlong Barthelemy, who came from tearing apart the space, should have sensed the breath of Moria's bloodline and exclaimed.

"Your appearance and your strength are too easy to be misunderstood." Morea stared at the golden dragon in front of him, instead of calling it a golden dragon, it would be more appropriate to call him a dark golden dragon.

This dragon is still roughly in the form of a golden dragon, but its golden scales are covered with gray-black lines, full of dead silence, and its neck and head are covered with bone thorns, none of which belong to it. The grace of the golden dragon is ferocious and ferocious.

"Because I have merged too much death energy, my life form is different from that of ordinary golden dragons. There is no way to be misunderstood." Not satisfied either.

"You haven't told me why you enslave the lich?"

"The reason is very simple, you should know that every lich is a high-level mage, I fancy their productivity, after enslaving them, I can order them to create a steady stream of wealth for me, which is equivalent to having a steady stream of The production line of magic tools and spell scrolls, all of which can bring me a lot of wealth."

Gu Jinlong Barthelemy introduced to Morea with a bright face, looking quite proud.

"Really? Then why do you look like this now?" Morea continued to ask, enslaving a lich will not become like this, enslaving a lich just needs to leave a mental imprint on the target's body, how is it possible It will be eroded by the death energy to the point where the life form has changed.

"..." Gu Jinlong Barthelemy scratched his neck and did not speak.

"Is there anything to hide? That's fine." Seeing that Barthelemy didn't want to say anything, Morea shook his head and didn't force it. Every dragon has its own right to privacy.

"There's nothing that can't be said. It's just that I have enslaved too many liches. When I spend a long time with them, my body becomes like this." Barthelemy smiled and gave a plausible explanation.

Morea was silent for a while. This kind of reason is similar to fooling the young dragons. With the ability of the ancient dragon, unless it is converted by the Death God himself, otherwise, only he can voluntarily let the death infiltrate its body and change its own form.

"Barthélemy,

Speaking of which, we are still like-minded dragons. "Morea didn't get entangled in its form, but forcibly changed the topic.

"Huh?" The golden dragon, eroded by death, showed a strange expression, "Like-minded?"

"Do you know what I'm here for?" Morea asked with a smile.

"I don't know," Barthelemy, who vaguely guessed something, looked at Morea curiously.

"I'm here to find a lich, and I also want to enslave a group of lich to work for me." Morea smiled and said the purpose of his visit to the undead cave, "However, before this, I have never heard of it. Your name, our thoughts coincide."

"Enslaving a lich? It's really like-minded." Barthelemy laughed, "What level of lich do you want? How much? ."

"Thank you very much." Morea showed a look of surprise, and it really is a good thing to be a familiar dragon, "If you are a legendary lich, you can come to seven or eight, and I will give you as much as you can provide me with a soul-intelligence-level lich. How much."

"..." Barthelemy was speechless, seven or eight legendary lich, what did he think of a lich.

"Why do you want to enslave so many liches?"

"I have needs in this regard." Morea didn't say much, this dragon was just acquainted with, even if it was a normal golden dragon, he wouldn't say much.

Xenapus is in urgent need of mage talents, otherwise Morea would not have thought of catching a lich. The cloud island renovation plan requires a large number of high-level mages, especially legendary mages. However, Xenapus has only three legendary mages.

A mage of unknown origin, Mason, and a dragon slayer who attacked Clodia, was captured alive, and was released recently, and another legendary mage who came to hunt dragons. These two are relatively decent. Mage, but now they have been coerced and lured by Moreya, and signed a contract of prostitution for thousands of years.

"Don't you care? Enslaving a lich will be regarded as an alien by our fellow racers." Barthelemy asked solemnly.

"I'm a descendant of the Dragon King, how can I show my noble identity if I'm not maverick?" Morea said half-jokingly, "If I just follow the rules like ordinary golden dragons, but if I'm stronger than them, that's too much. Shame on my blood."

"Descendants of the Dragon King, what a good identity." Barthelemy was stunned for a moment, then relieved, "Come with me! Go to my place of residence, and I will give all the lich information I have collected without any troublesome backgrounds to me. you."

"It is a great honor, Your Excellency Barthelemy." Upon hearing this golden dragon's invitation, Morea looked back at Michaelira, seeing that she had no objection, and agreed, he was very curious, a golden dragon living in the ground, his What the dwelling will look like.

Behind Morea, Ilvestre and Michaelella did not speak or interject, and although Barthelemy had seen the difference, he did not ask their identities. He saw Morea. He is still a little wary of him. After all, he is a golden dragon with a dead energy. He didn't do anything with him on the spot, which means he trusts him very much.

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"It's really amazing magic attainment! It's nothing more than a true god's shot."

When Morea came to Baltaimi's residence, he couldn't help but let out a cry of amazement, because he saw the sun and the tropical jungle at least three kilometers from the ground, and all this Not an illusion.

"The half-plane that is permanently connected to the main world, Lord Butlermi's magic skills, even in the heavens, few legendary mages can achieve this level." Seeing the scene in front of them, Ilvestre and Micah Leila's face also showed a moving color.

An endless green sea is formed by ancient trees with strong vitality. In the center of this special ocean, a pure white castle stands tall, and there are faint dragon-shaped creatures hovering in it, and the projection of the law of the sun emits hot sunlight.

"Your Excellency Liao Zan, there are many mages in the heavens who are better than me, but my means are nothing." Barthelemy was unusually humble, and there was a trace of the pride of a golden dragon on his body.

"Please come in." When he came to the edge of the jungle and truly felt the sun shining, Barthelemy pressed one paw on his chest and extended the other paw in an inviting gesture.

After arriving at the castle in the half-planet of Barthelemy, Morea, Michaelella, and Ilvester were warmly received by this ancient dragon. Obviously, this dragon is estimated to be because of his power. I don't have many friends anymore, so I am very enthusiastic about Morea.

Soon, Murray got a lot of information on lich from Barthelemy. The number of soul-intelligence-level lich is nearly fifty, while the number of legendary lich is seven, and one of them is Murray. Asia's acquaintance.

"Undead Captain Barbossa," Morea, who was soaked in the golden molten pool and felt warm all over, opened the intelligence book in his hand and saw a steel battleship emitting a blue light, with Captain Triangle Hat, the high-spirited skeleton lich, Morea couldn't help showing surprise in her eyes.

"His Royal Highness Morea, do you know him?" Barthelemy, who was also soaked in the magma pool, asked in surprise.

"Because of an accident, I had a relationship with this lich." Morea looked at the majestic big lich above, with a strange look on his face, "My hunch was right, and I actually met here again. to him."

"This is a famous big lich in the world. Your Highness, you are lucky to meet him and be safe." Barthelemy, who had an unpleasant contact with Barbossa, praised.

"Not only is I fine, but I also completed a deal with him." A strange look appeared on Morea's face. He remembered that he obtained a palm-sized piece of legendary metal with life attributes from the big lich.