The Eleventh Nasty Dwarf Undead

chatting with him casually, Maglin just felt in his heart that after he went there, he must be a little different from the past. He thought that it might take a long time to go this time. This was a sudden feeling. It was unclear. After vaguely connected with the rules of heaven and earth, Maiglin often had an accurate premonition.

Especially these days. This is magic power, not magic. Meglin didn't know how this word came out. He seemed to be free to say, "After I leave, don't worry about anything on the other side. There are many things that you can't understand, and you can't help.

"Yes, my lord." Sith nodded.

Maglin drank a sip of wine and said, "At Sauron, don't be too restrained. He can't embarrass you in everything. If the fool sneaks out to find me, you stop it." The fool is the notorious evil ridge dragon Agris. Of course, Sith knows this. Sith said with a wry smile, "I can't stop it. Where can I go to know?"

"It's like a thief. It will definitely come all the way to the east. It can sense the smell of Sist."

"Yes, this little guy is shrewd and just a person. How did you train it, my lord?

"Ha ha, space magic, I brought the dragon soul into my space and let time fly by. In fact, its thinking is already an adult. However, because its body is not complete, I have imposed restrictions. Let's put it this way, its real thinking is equivalent to that of a young man of more than 20 years old, but I still put the seal before I left. This fool has now returned to the appearance of an eight- or nine-year-old urchin. I guess it's already jumping in Hallelujah City.

"Ha ha. Fortunately, I came out with the adults, this bastard." Sith laughed and scolded. Thinking that the wine he had hidden had been stolen by this guy, Sith was distressed, but the big innocent eyes and the face that begged him not to tell Meglin were really heartbreaking. Sith thought of the silver guy shaking his head and could only shake his head.

At this time, on Hallelujah Mountain, a powerful silver dragon with a childish eyes was standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the east melancholy, and the dragons behind him did not dare to breathe. One of them accidentally sneezed, and then howled the angry silver dragon. The poet-shaped silver dragon pulled down its wings. The poor guy dared to wave his meat wings until he was about to hit the rock cliff, sticking to the bottom of the valley, quietly returning to the distance behind the silver dragon, and then ridiculously gently step by step. Come on.

"Wow...Wow." Agris said.

The dragon clan couldn't understand these two short sounds, but in order to show that they could understand each other, they all made a sudden state and continued to stand still like a mountain. They don't understand. Agris just wants to call him Dad in human language. But after the dragon soul entered the body, it found that it could not make that sound.

The depressed ruffian dragon stamped his feet and said, "Wow!" He said, damn it!

This is the mantra that Maglin often has after being mad at him. The dragons around him continued to sit suddenly. The arrogant silver dragon is as lonely as a great magician standing in a group of apprentices. It has made up its mind. It feels that it should find its father. Although Maglin ordered it not to go, according to the lessons of the past, it is at most a beating. It is much thicker now, and it doesn't matter. He misss him very much. Even if we are separated, it won't be too long. Before leaving, you need to prepare wine, well, and some food. The raw meat is too fishy, and I don't know how to cook. It doesn't matter if I sleep. Oh, okay.

The guy who was completely human child's thinking made up his mind and jumped off the cliff and went to the Hallelujah Mountain City not far away. After a while, the housekeeper of the city under its oppression and sign, buckled the two wine barrels and loaded a bag of dried meat. Under the gaze of the beautiful maids around him, Yinlong put his neck on the ground, and then lay there and winked at the housekeeper: "Woo!"

What is it going to do? The housekeeper hung up the wine and dried meat for it speechlessly. It hummed and took off again. This time, it went straight to the east. The housekeeper was shocked: "He went to find Master Maiglin? How dare you know how to bring something to eat on the way? Is this a dragon? This, this is a dragon spirit!"

When the sun sets, it will be completely dark in two hours. Maglin's Jingjia is already in his body, the purple shield is in his arms, the king's bow is on his back, and his grass boots and silkworm robes.

Sith accompanied him, and Sauron also came. Maglin strode out of the barracks. Some soldiers saw it, but they didn't dare to squeak. Just before he walked to the barracks, Maglin suddenly looked back at the West and cursed, "I knew you were going to run away from home!"

A light and long cry in the sky is full of joy.

The soldiers of the Flame Legion all looked up at the sky. From the west, a silver light flew rapidly. When they approached, they slowed down and let the ordinary soldiers see that it was actually a silver one! In the past, the sacred dragon that can only be seen in the church murals exists in the legend! All over the camp is in an uproar! The soldiers watched the miracle.

The miracle fell in front of Lord Meglin in full view of the public. Then he lay on the ground, shaking his tail like a puppy and whining... The myth was shattered!

Wine barrel? Dried meat? Maglin couldn't laugh or cry: "Am I missing this? Or are you preparing it for yourself?

The silver dragon continued to wag its tail, with flattering in its eyes. Sauron asked in surprise, "It. It?" Maglin felt ashamed and explained, "My mount is not yet an adult, only two months old. Full-attribute magic dragon. If you understand people's words, you will pretend to be pitiful, good wine and lustful... To be honest, what are you looking at?

The silver dragon snorted and got up with dissatisfaction and threw the wine barrel down. Sauron looked at it, which was full of aura and was ironic. He stretched out his hand to touch it. He was not happy to hum and stood next to Maglin and be powerful. Then he looked around curiously for its Ma Zai Siest. It's strange why that guy didn't come out. Sith, the owner of Sist, stood behind Maglin as if he didn't see his eyes.

Maglin is ordering: "Obey Sith's order, stay here, and don't go to the other side, understand?" Yinlong said he had received it. Just use your mouth to hold the lower corner of Maglin's robe. Then roll the barrel in front of Meglin. Maglin had no choice but to help it open a bucket. Sauron, who was in curiosity and excitement, had begun to arrange soldiers in front of the barracks.

Silver Dragon was overjoyed and took the initiative to lick him. Maglin roared, "Can I do anything yet?"

"I really haven't seen such a humane dragon. Oh, Maglin, when will you get me one? I heard that there are so many of your magic army. Sauron is only struggling with this.

Maglin suddenly felt a wave in his heart, and he suddenly looked back at the other side. At the same time, Ares also let out a real roar, and the meat wings suddenly exploded, with fierce eyes. It feels an atmosphere that it doesn't like! Maglin comforted it, and then said to Sauron, "The high priest is urging. He asked to meet me tonight. All right. Tonight!"

The new moon is like a hook, and the autumn wind rises.

Ares and Siest lay not far away, looking at their master. Maglin patted Sith on the shoulder, and Sauron asked him to be more careful. Maglin smiled and turned around. Ares wanted to stand up, but wisely lay down. And Maglin's figure has been wrapped in a faint blue light, starting from his feet.

Immediately, he rushed to the turbulent Rhine River.

The silver dragon snorted in a low voice. Sith went to rub its head and rubbed its head: "It's not that you are not allowed to go there. It is said that there is no life in the forest of death, and there are enemies on the other side. Adults are not afraid of them but they don't want to show their tracks. Wait at ease."

Sauron is still standing there. The beach on the other side is the battlefield where the Flame Legion was almost completely destroyed during the Black Tide Campaign many years ago. The phantom of that generation saved the fate of the legion and the empire. What about this time?

The magnificent sea can't make Maglin be overwhelmed, not to mention the Rhine water, which is much less powerful than the sea, although it is already very turbulent in the eyes of the world. Maglin sank to the bottom of the river, and the moment he fell into the water, he had completely become an independent world.

The river is dozens of meters deep, the undercurrent is turbulent, and the water and grass are dancing and the mud is trapped. But none of this has any impact on him. The power of space around him has separated water and everything. The boots of Antai absorb the energy of the earth and fill his body. Step by step, the space in Maglin's body is rapidly spitting out the power of faith. His body has faintly flashed a golden light, but no one can see it.

And on the river bank, the silver dragon with his heart is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the distant imperial capital, the three girls to be married all felt the sudden leap of Maglin's power, or unrestrained. They sat down one by one and began to try to suppress the mysterious resonance of magic in their bodies, and they were surprised. The white tower shines brightly on the pearl of Bleddy Island outside the southern border of the empire.

Mai Green came out of the waves, the rocks on the silent beach were messy, and the river bank was steep and towering, but these were not obstacles to him. He turned up, and the side of the swamp, connected to the sea, the largest dead land of the wilderness, and the endless spreading forest of death appeared in front of him. Under the moonlight, the cold wind roars in this forest without any vitality, and there is a strange white fog hovering in it. From time to time, the sound of petrified branches breaking comes out, and the harsh sound comes from far away, connected with the strange sound in the distance.

Maiglin just glanced at the forest and felt the direction of the man. He strode into the forest. Almost at the same time, Galahir, the priest who was covered with seal symbols in the forest, also looked in this direction, and then stood up from the ground and walked this way.

There are countless strange beings hidden in the vast place of death. From all corners and directions, there are countless strange creatures staring at the two foreign bodies entering their field in their own strange ways. The news is passing quickly. They felt the strength of these two alien species, and the undead whispered. They wondered why they could feel their breath from these two alien species.

The message is transmitted to Sifang like electricity.

Then, the scenery in front of Meglin changed, and there was a strong shadow in the black and white world, on the way in the forest, in front of him. The hoarse voice vaguely spit out a few syllables. It was asking, "Intruder, why do you disturb our peace?"

Intruder, why disturb our peace? There are countless echoes, and there are countless pale white resentment in the wind, and they are saying the same thing. Then he was surrounded by Maglin.

The purple shield automatically rotated and was on guard. Maglin just stood with his hands on his hands, ignored the wind circling around him. Looking at the dark shadow, he asked, "Who are you?"

"I..." The shadow seemed to be at a loss. He couldn't answer this question, or was he unwilling?

Minglin stepped forward. This action stimulated him. He pointed to Maglin: "Get out, or it will be destruction, evil guy, I feel the breath of your natural enemy!"

"Yes, I feel it, too. You don't look like an elf's undead. You are an orc, aren't you?" Maglin said, moving forward again, and the surrounding forest made a large cracking sound. Countless dark shadows surrounded him from the ground and behind the tree. A pair of green eyes glowed coldly in the dark clouds, and a rotten smell filled the space.

"Kill him." The other party said.

Maglin suddenly exerted his strength like the wind, and a blue light flashed on his body. He hit the black shadow in his arms. The purple shield quickly circled around him for more than a dozen times and then returned to his side. The undead around him roared in pain. Many dark shadows split, and then a white fog dissipated. The shadow hit by Meglin seemed to have a certain entity, and he flew out.

Under Wang Gong's clash, he tried to raise his hand. The crystal blade was nailed to his eyebrows. The sharp string had cut his hand, and his hand fell on his chest, emitting a cyan smoke. He howled in pain, but Maglin saw that the shadow had taken shape at his broken hand, and the rebirth of the undead was dead. Death is immortal.

"Who has the final say here?" Maglin asked. The shadow was struggling, and a little light flame appeared on the blade of the sword. Without touching the other party's body, the other party was already frightened. The surrounding black clouds and white fog made way for dozens of meters in an instant.

"You are a human and you are a human, so why do you have the breath of an enemy?"

"Are your enemies elves? Answer my question, who has the final say here!"

"I!"

Maglin raised his head, and a taller orc undead strode, followed by more and more dark clouds, and the whole area could no longer see the moonlight. Maglin stared at it. He saw that the orc undead was wearing the general armor of the orc he had seen in his dream. At the same time, the other party also saw the elf king bow in Maglin's hand. It suddenly stopped: "Are you an elf?"

"No." Maglin shook his head: "Who are you?"

"I am the great orc warrior Gesan. If you are not an elf, how can you have their sacred artifacts? The other party was very confused, and the general's body was already real. His eyes were not the blank fog of the ordinary undead, but the dark light.

Call yourself great? Maglin raised the king's bow: "A fool who robbed it." No, you smell like elves! You liar! Kill him!"

Maglin was not afraid. His whole body was full of light, and the light defense magic that restrained the undead flashed. In an instant, several black fogs had turned into a scream and white fog, and then scattered into the mouth and nose of the undead around him. But at this time, a dark shadow fell in the sky, and all the undead felt something and immediately retreated.

Only the undead of the orc general is still standing there stubbornly. Maglin saw a big bird in the sky. There seemed to be a figure on the back of the bird. They were communicating with the guy on the ground. The final result was that the orc general who was in the way suddenly exploded, and the resentful souls around him immediately dispersed further, and the world returned to its previous coldness.

The figure on the bird appeared in front of Meglin. From the time he appeared, Maglin felt a stronger atmosphere than all the undead before. This was a very short guy. When he fell, he even shook the ground. Maglin looked down at him and came over like this. Maglin heard him say, "Where is the prophecy?"

Maglin asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"Humph. Galahir from the abyss asked me to pick you up. He said you came with a prophecy." What about Galahill?"

"He is on his way to the temple. Let's go, young man. The periphery here is full of the undead of orcs. These stupid guys are rubbish who are excluded on the edge of the world of death. But it is because of them that the world of death has been so quiet for so many years. The dwarf undead is talking old-fashionedly. Maglin knew that he was really big according to the real years, but looking at his size, Maglin felt a little funny.

"Also, I remind you not to use light magic here again. Otherwise, you will hunt down all the undead. Young people, the world is beyond your understanding. Don't think you are already very powerful.

"Are you leaving or not?" Maglin looked at him coldly. Maglin firmly believed that it must be the elves who were in power in the elf kings, and the dwarves would only be vassals. He, who had the blood of the elves, was really too lazy to talk to such a superficial guy. This dwarf is very strong, but he is much worse than himself. What's more, he is a little pretentious. This damn guy is a little unpleasant.

What Galahill invited him? Galahill may have a certain friendship with the undead here for special reasons, but it is absolutely impossible to have a special status, otherwise the dark elves would have manipulated the undead army to kill the river bank!

Why is an errand trunning crooked? Is it annoying?