Chapter 682 Death Servant
"For such precious information, what price do I have to pay?" After looking at the information book that recorded the strength of many lich, good at spells, and the coordinates of the place of residence, Moria asked earnestly, the equivalent exchange is Basic principles of dragon-to-dragon trade.
"This kind of thing may be very precious to you, but to me it's just the information I collected when I was bored and wandering around. It's of no value to me."
Barthelemy was talking nonsense with his eyes open. A golden dragon who likes to enslave the lich, actually said that some information on the lich without a background is of no use to him.
"You really are an outlier." Morea looked at Barthelemy deeply. In his long life, it was the first time he saw a lying golden dragon. Although it was a white lie, and the constant lie detector on his body did not Any reaction occurs, but this kind of words do not need to be detected by magic, as long as you have a little brain, you can see that this guy is lying.
"This time, I accept your kindness, these materials have helped me a lot," Morea took out a crystal clear, with a drop of golden blood sealed in the crystal, "This is my blood. , as long as you crush it, I will feel it, and then I will help you unconditionally."
"Then thank you, Your Highness." Barthelemy was slightly taken aback when he saw the blood handed over by Morea. It was the first time he saw that the token with a dragon was a drop of blood. Dragons will shed a lot of phosphorus flakes in the process of growth. Generally speaking, dragons will use their shed scales as their own token.
However, Moreya is different. All the scales on his body are integrated into Shengyao Huangyuan, which improves the fit with him, including the scales that fall off. The current Shengyao Huangyuan has become its scales, which cannot be torn off.
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"There's something wrong with this dragon." As soon as he left Barthelemy's half plane, Ilvester stopped and looked back at the sunny tropical rainforest behind.
"Then why didn't you take action just now? I didn't stop you!"
"He is not a fallen dragon. He is simply eroded by death. I can't feel the sin in him."
Ilvester's expression is a bit strange. Ordinary spiritual believers need to cast spells to judge good and evil, and he can judge the good and evil of a creature just by looking at it. Of course, the good and evil of many creatures cannot be measured by aura. , "He made me feel more like he was hiding something."
"Speak some nonsense," Morea rolled his eyes, "he lied to me at least three times just now, and the constant lie detector on my body didn't respond at all, but although it's all lies, it's all white lies. , it's all good for me."
"The location is different, and the things it sees are different. I guess there is something that this dragon doesn't want us to know?" Migalera also has his own opinion.
"If you don't want to say it, I have already got the most important thing, and I have left my blood to him. If he needs help, he will call me, a legendary descendant of the Dragon King, if it is true When he is in trouble, I am sure he will ask me for help."
Morea began to flip through the information book in his hand, and finally his eyes stopped on a large lich dressed as a pirate. To be honest, Morea really convinced him, as a pirate, he became a lich circle, and he became famous all over the world.
"What do you want to do? That legendary great lich, the undead captain Barbossa, I have heard his name in the heavens, you don't want to attack him, the three of us may not be enough to slap him together now. shot."
"I know, what kind of strength do I have? I still know it in my heart. I just visit this big lich." Morea turned over the side to record the information of the undead captain Barbossa, and looked at the others in the Information on the secluded lich in the undead basement, "But before I visit him, I will visit other lich first!"
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"Submit or die? You only have two choices." In an underground cavity filled with skeletons, Morea stood on the pile of skeletons and stepped on the head of a lich. This lich is very special. He is not a common human-shaped skeleton, but a dragon-headed human body. This is a dragon lich, and its body is composed of dragon bones.
"If you want me to surrender to you, dream it, quack!" The soul fire in the dragonlich's skull swayed violently, making a harsh soul laughing sound, "You are not worthy, kill whatever you want, and then there will be someone for me. revenge."
"It's just a legendary lich, do you really think it can help you get revenge?" A sneer appeared on Morea's face, the dragon lich at his feet belonged to a small group of lich, the leader of which was a legendary fifth-order lich The lich, and this small group is now being targeted by Morea. Morea decided to wipe out this group and capture all of them to Xenapus.
"You dare to be arrogant in front of me now because you have a phylactery, and even if you die, you can start over, right?" A genial smile appeared on Morea's face, "But I heard that it was wiped out by the flames of the Blazing Gods. Soul Lich cannot be reborn, this is the news I heard, I don't know if it is true or not, if you still refuse to surrender, I think I can try it now."
"The Blazing God Race?" The soul flame jumping between the dragon head and skull of the dragon lich froze slightly, and then a wave of fearful emotional fluctuations emanated, "That is the top existence in the heavens, how could it appear in me like this? Small place? Don't you try to scare me."
"Micah, please." Morea took a step back and followed behind him. The blazing girl who had been bored for a long time stepped forward, and the crimson blazing fire appeared in her hands.
"It's really blazing fire!" As soon as the flame appeared, the soul of the dragon lich trembled involuntarily. This was the instinctive fear of the soul, and it was the flame that could completely purify his soul infected with death energy. , once tainted with this flame, it will cease to exist.
"I surrender, my lord spare your life!" When his life was threatened with death, the dracolich immediately made the right choice. He was originally a living being, and now he chose to become a half-dead lich, he knew that he was a life-threatening How nostalgic, ninety-nine percent of the lich are greedy for life and fear of death, there is no doubt.
"Let go of your soul flame!"
"My lord, there is already a soul imprint left by Lord Yoram Bazel in my soul. If you want me to truly surrender to you, you must erase the imprint left by that lord. ."
"Don't talk nonsense, I have already checked your information before you shot." Morea kicked the dracolich's head, "You just need to open your soul. , you don't have to worry about the rest."
"Yes!" He didn't do anything, he was inexplicably suddenly hit by the dragon lich, he let go of his soul defense in a dejected manner, and showed his soul core in front of Moreya without reservation. Now, as long as Moreya Think, he can make this lich completely fall for a small price.
"Let's see who's mental power is stronger!" Morea's nearly substantive silver mental power surged out of his eyebrows and rushed into the soul core of the dracolich.
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But it is just a small fist-sized soul flame. When Morea's spiritual power enters it, the scene changes greatly, and an incomparably vast space unfolds in Moreya's induction. This is the spiritual space of this lich. .
The powerful spiritual power has condensed the true form of Morea's dragon in this dead soul space, and a huge golden hexagonal dragon has also condensed in the true form of this lich. White, a middle-aged man with elegant temperament.
"Is that guy who left a mark on your soul?" Morea looked at the existence occupying the center of this soul space. It was a humanoid existence in a gray robe. He couldn't see his face clearly. I saw a bone sickle protruding from the sleeve.
"Death Servant?" Seeing the appearance of this existence, Morea suddenly came to the nature, "The guy who controls you has something to do with the death? The background is not small!"
"I don't know that, my lord." The middle-aged mage next to him was extremely humble.
"I'm not afraid of a true god, not to mention the imprint left by a servant. You want to scare me with this thing, naive." Morea looked at the lich's true form disdainfully. With a wave of the dragon's claw, the flaming golden flame instantly filled this soul space full of dead silence, pressing away towards the central death servant's brand.