Chapter 143 Bone Dragon Gregory
The sharp claws on the limbs of the bone dragon are nailed into the city wall, its back is high, its head is low, its mouth is open like an ancient giant crocodile, and its dead white dragon's breath is roaring like a thick cloud. And out!
More than a dozen defenders on the city wall were frightened by the power of the dragon. They stood there dumbly. Under the wash of the dragon's breath, their armor and weapons were rotten and broken. Their skin seemed to have experienced the baptism of time. First, it changed. It was shriveled, wrinkled, and turned into ashes. It didn't even have time to scream, and it turned into charred and withered bones.
They are lucky.
Because the dragon's breath did not stop, the blazing white flames rushed into the city wall. Large pieces of city bricks broke and shattered, turning into dust all over the sky. Every inch of the gap was filled with the dragon's breath from the inside out, trembling. It rose with a bang, then collapsed again!
The splash of gravel stained with dragon's breath is even more powerful than a trebuchet. As long as it hits a little bit, the defenders' bones will be broken and their muscles will be broken, and blood will fly everywhere.
However, these people were not fatally injured and could not die for a while, but the dragon's breath was like gangrene attached to the bones. If it got a little bit, it would spread all over the body, eroding their skin, flesh and even souls. That's called The sound was so miserable that even ghosts would have nightmares after hearing it.
Hu——
The bone dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky. The strong wind swept across it, blowing up large amounts of smoke and dust.
Leaven's heart beat wildly and he immediately turned the horse's head: "Withdraw——"
Rushing to the inner city at this time is giving away heads and achievements to the Bone Dragon.
Saving your life and blood for the Slater family? What a joke!
In mid-air, the Bone Dragon turned back, its empty eye sockets looking after Raven and his party.
The perspective of the undead creature is different from that of living people. What he sees is not the appearance, but the life energy under the skin.
A few first-level ones and one second-level one are not worth the waste of energy by Lord Gregory.
The bone dragon named Gregory flapped its wings and glanced over the inner city.
The inner city, which is less than one-tenth the size of the outer city, is built on a hill. The city wall is nearly twice as high as the outer city. From the top of the wall to the ground, there is a vertical drop of nearly 20 meters. The undead army Even if they were all piled up at the base of the city, there was no way to climb up.
The only access is a ramp in the southwest, which is enough for five or six carriages to line up. At this moment, it is filled with undead troops, but it is suppressed by the city wall guards condescendingly, making it impossible to advance.
You have to rely on me, Lord Gregory!
He appeared here today to break through the gate of the inner city at the request of Sacherni.
Flapping his wings, Gregory sped up and rushed towards the city gate, but he was in a bad mood.
Although it has been more than half a year since he recovered, he is still not used to the white bones. Every time he flies from high altitude, the feeling of the air blowing through the bones makes him very uncomfortable.
He wants a physical body, a majestic dragon body full of muscles and scales, not this body of dry bones!
He bets that no female dragon will like this body.
Even if he likes it, he doesn’t have the tools to commit crimes now!
Ultimate Transfiguration, Prayer, Advanced Shaping, these magics can all improve his current situation. However, Gregory only remembers the names now and has forgotten how to use them.
A long time ago, when he was still alive...when he was alive...
The memory began to be blurred. Whenever this time, Gregory would become irritable. Today No exception.
On the ramp leading from the inner city to the lower city, skeleton soldiers were crowded there. Under the guidance of the Epidemic Colossus, they tried to break through the city gate, but the defenders at the top of the city resisted the attack.
Fire oil, crossbow arrows, and magic were blasted up and down, like a noisy stage play, and like two groups of ants fighting for territory.
Gregory became more and more irritable, the dragon's breath brewing in his chest condensed in his throat, he flapped his wings and swooped down, aiming at the gate of the inner city and swooping down violently!
The huge body brought wind pressure. Before the dragon's body arrived, the strong wind had already blown the defenders on the city to stand unsteady. Coupled with the enveloping dragon's power, under the shadow, already Some defenders jumped off the city wall in panic.
Swooping down to the edge of the city wall, Gregory opened his huge mouth, and dead white dragon breath surged out!
At this moment, a knight in black armor suddenly jumped up, leaping six or seven meters high, holding a huge flaming sword in his hand, and his whole body was burning with blazing lavender fire and fighting spirit. Under the surge, the flames on the giant sword have turned purple!
Level 3 Flame Knight!
The giant sword slashed in the air, and the lavender flames drew an arc and met the dragon's breath!
This is exactly the combat skill Firebeard once used, Flame Split!
Now in the hands of the third-level flame knight, this combat skill is even more powerful. The blazing purple fire is like a long knife, cutting the dragon's breath in half!
However, the dragon's breath swallowed up the purple fire almost without stopping, washed over the third-level knight, blew out his protective flames, and sealed his whole person on the city wall. When the dragon's breath After sweeping it, all that was left was a dark mark on the ground!
The dragon's breath is like a carving knife, inserted into the fragile paper-thin city wall, and then cut across it!
The dead white jet spread along the city wall, and for a time, both the living and the undead, both above and below the city, were swallowed up by the dragon's breath.
The terrifying impact caused the bricks and stones on the city wall to shatter, and the ground trembled at this moment.
This dragon's breath only lasted for more than ten seconds, but it caused the hundred-meter-long city wall to be wrapped in dead white, and then - collapsed!
The defenders on the city wall were thrown away like stones, and the undead creatures under the city wall were destroyed by the fire of their souls and turned into white bones.
"Ang——"
There was another neighing sound. Looking at the destruction he had caused, Gregory's depressed mood was not relieved at all, but he only felt more and more hungry.
He drew an arc in the sky, flapped his wings, and suddenly picked up a defender in his mouth. The armor was broken between his sharp teeth, and the blood spilled out, but he couldn't taste it at all!
Empty, hungry.
This feeling filled Grigory's consciousness. He shook his head and shook the body away. He flapped his wings and landed among the undead army. He opened his mouth and bit off the head of a plague colossus, and violently absorbed it. of soul fire.
The green flames penetrated into the skull along the nostrils and overflowed from the bones, without benefiting Gregory at all.
Gregory waved his limbs like crazy, his tail swept around, and his huge body dashed left and right in the sea of skeletons. Whether they were cannon fodder skeletons, first-order elites, undead cavalry, or plague colossi, they all turned into broken bones. , for a time all kinds of soul fires bloomed on the high slope like fireworks.
This scene made the defenders in the city dumbfounded.
Just when Gregory was going crazy and almost unable to contain it, he suddenly heard a voice: "Master Gregory!"
Gregory looked over and saw a surge of energy rising in his body. The life form with the power of the undead was approaching him, and the voice was very familiar. It was none other than the "Holy Maiden of Souls" Pali Sil.
Just as he was about to rush forward and absorb the pure power of death, Parisiel suddenly raised a emblem with both hands.
This emblem is about the size of a plate, completely black, with a withered arm engraved on it with gold lines.
This is the emblem of the Order of the Hand of Death and one of the five sacred objects of the Order of the Hand of Death.
The energy emanating from it temporarily calmed Gregory's restlessness, making him quiet, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat: "Hungry..."
"Please bring it with you "Me," Parisiel said, "I will fulfill your wish."
Gregory did not refuse.
Parisiel took a deep breath, walked carefully to the bone dragon, climbed up along its huge front paws, and sat on the back of its neck.
The next moment, Gregory rose into the sky and flew towards the bone spire outside the city.
Pali Hill swallowed her saliva and looked back at Gao Po behind her.
In less than two minutes just now, the nearly 100-meter city wall on the high slope has collapsed. There are countless casualties, and the originally dense army of undead outside the city gate has collapsed. There was a large piece of broken bones all over the ground.
For a moment, Pali Hill was very glad that the bone dragon was on her side.
When she turned back, a crow flew past her in her peripheral vision, making Parisiel feel in a trance for a moment.
Should there be crows in this season?
When I wanted to pay attention again, the crow had disappeared.
Gregory flew all the way back to the Bone Spire and landed on the top of the tower. Now there are many undead creatures guarding the place. At this moment, affected by the increasing pressure, they all knelt down.
This is the instinctive obedience of lower-level undead creatures to their superiors.
"Let's start, don't make me wait too long!" Gregory said.
The voice was hollow but full of majesty. Parisiel nodded slightly, held the Holy Emblem in both hands, and recited the prayer in a low voice.
The bone spire shook, and the aura of the dead rose up, wrapping Gregory within it.
This made Gregory feel as relaxed as soaking in a hot spring, but it was of no avail to the hunger in his chest. It was like feeding wheat grains to a person who was about to starve to death. It can only make people feel more intolerable. "Not enough——"
Gregory shook his body irritably.
Parishil trembled: "Please wait a moment."
As she said that, the necromancy mana in her body poured into her hands, wrapping the holy emblem, and with the strange As the mantra was chanted, a little bit of silver light drifted out from it, and for a while, various screams and cries sounded, and the dark wind blew, as if they were on the side of the Styx.
This is the soul, the soul collected in this war.
These souls flowed into Gregory's nostrils and penetrated into his skull, calming down the restless soul fire in his eyes and finally giving him a sense of satisfaction.
The body slowly relaxed, and Gregory's huge body entrenched itself on the top of the tower, falling into a deep sleep.
Parisiel had worry in her eyes.
On the one hand, the bone dragon's combat power is extremely powerful, but the resources it consumes are also huge. It has swallowed more than 600 souls just now, which is a big hidden danger to the Holy Cult.
On the other hand...
How should I get down! ?
At the same time, in the Silver Hand Brotherhood headquarters in the old city of Menn City, Margaret also told Raven what the Bone Dragon had done before.
"Lord Baron, I think this is a good opportunity." Margaret said seriously: "I can help you conquer the bone dragon! Once this legendary creature is controlled, then the entire Nord province will be affected from now on. It all depends on your eyes!”
Leaven was noncommittal: “Can you really conquer the bone dragon? You can’t even deal with me.”
Margaret. Said: "That's different. The curse in your body, Lord Baron, is too magical. I can't resist it."
"But this skull dragon is different. He is an undead creature himself, born from a powerful Necromancy is beyond the control of its master. He is now working for the Hand of Death rather than working for the Hand of Death. "
"Oh?" Raven became a little interested: "Tell me about it."
Margaret said: "This Skull Dragon is called the Soul-Divine Saint Pali Sil of the Order of the Hand of Death. It's called 'Gregory', I've heard of this name before, that's It is indeed an adult dragon. Like all dragons, it is irritable, irritable, lustful, and greedy for pleasure. It was seriously injured in a war of about 1,200 years, and has never been seen again."
"Many people thought he was leaving I opened the continent and went to the country of dragons, but I didn’t expect that it died.”
“Even if such an adult dragon dies and is resurrected as an undead creature, its power will be greatly reduced, but its true nature will remain. But it will never change, it will never give in Respected by mere humans."
"I didn't mean to offend Lord Baron." Margaret quickly apologized: "For legendary creatures like dragons, most races on the earth are just ants."
"Judging from his crazy performance today, he is not controlled by any contract - the Death Hand Order should have tried, but failed. With the strength of the soul of a legendary creature, it cannot be easily enslaved."
Leaven slowly digested Margaret’s words and asked a question. : "Since the Death Hand Order that awakened it can't control him, how can you do it?"
"It's not me, it's you." Margaret looked at Lei with bright eyes. Text: "Undead creatures have an undead plane suitable for their own survival, and if they want to stay in the material plane, although There is no need for water, but it is consumed. "
"They consume the power of the dead, especially when the atmosphere of the dead is not strong in the environment, the higher the power of the dead, the higher the consumption. The bigger it is. Even the soul of a high-ranking creature like the Bone Dragon will slowly dissipate. The created undead do not have the ability to directly absorb souls."
"And the hand of death obviously has the ability to make up for the consumption of the bone dragon." Raven said with a look of surprise: "That's why you said that. , Gregory had no choice but to cooperate with the Order of the Hand of Death.”
Creatures naturally have the instinct to survive. If Gregory is awakened, he will of course avoid the end of death.
“But, what does this have to do with me.”
Margaret said: “The essence of rotten souls.”
“I told you before, rotten soul essence. Soul essence is extremely pure negative energy, which can fully meet the daily consumption of undead creatures, and can even supplement the energy of the soul. Gregory’s soul is a temptation he can’t refuse.”
“The Hand of Death is just a little trouble for the Keynes Empire. Gregory is a highly intelligent creature who knows how to judge the situation and continue to fight against the Hand of Death. If the cult cooperates, it will only end up returning to the grave.”
"With the essence of rotten souls as bait, and your title and honor as a guarantee, I believe he can clearly judge the situation."
Raven looked at Margaret with a scrutinizing gaze: "This is true It's a good idea."
"But..." Raven paused and asked, "What if you betray me? Is it a big loss?”
“No, Lord Baron, how could I betray you?” Margaret rubbed her hands: “Even the great divine blood witch Annuo has a favor for you. "Gah, how can I have the courage!"
Leaven frowned slightly and tapped his fingers on the armrest, thinking about the pros and cons.
Judging from today's performance, the mental state of this bone dragon is really worth worrying about. If it can be subdued like Margaret said, even if it is just transferred away from the battlefield, it will be a good thing for Raven.
Now that he has accumulated a lot of rotten soul essence, he won’t be able to use it for the time being. It doesn’t hurt to give some to Margaret.
And Margaret herself does not have the ability to extract the essence of rotten souls. If she wants to always control the bone dragon, she cannot do without herself.
Even if Margaret finds some other way to appease the bone dragon, as long as she dares to appear around her, she will inevitably be controlled by herself.
Even if Margaret wants to do something bad, it will never affect herself or the Eagle Territory.
Calculating this, the most it would cost is a few bottles of rotten soul essence and the loss of a witch.
The profit is likely to be a bone dragon.
Worth doing it!
"I agree to your request." Raven nodded and touched his belt, and immediately three crystal bottles shining with purple-black light appeared on the table.
It is the rotten soul essence. Each bottle is extracted from sixty or seventy rotten soul essences.
Margaret's eyes shone with light and she took the three crystal bottles into her arms: "Lord Baron, I will definitely live up to your expectations!"
Leaven nodded: "Go."
Margaret left quietly, as if she had never been there.
At this time, Raven was not the only one secretly plotting.
The news that the inner city was breached quickly spread throughout Meng'en City, and the thoughts of the nobles also became vivid.
A small number of people have the mentality of gamblers. This is undoubtedly the time when the Slater family is at its weakest. Anyone who can go to the inner city at this time is simply delivering water to travelers in the desert. There is no doubt about that weight.
Most of them have made up their mind to stand still and wait for the Fox family and the Church of Light to come together. Even if they get less credit, their lives will not be in danger.
Raven shuttles between the villa and the military camp every day, and has contact with both kinds of nobles. If someone comes to ask for his advice, Raven will never reveal his position and just give the badge Wear it on your chest.
When someone wants to leave, he expresses his full support and reassures the other person that he will never take credit again; when someone wants to stay, he also expresses his full support and reassures the other person that he will never stand aside just because of a medal. The opposite of most nobles, he became the dog of the Slater family.
Time passed day by day, and it soon came to late April.
In the first rainstorm of spring, the Governor of Nord Province, Montreal Shiva Fox, and the Cardinal Archbishop Thomas of the Church of Light, jointly led the army outside the city of Meng.
Different from the four temporary legions that you can tell are just a ragtag group of people, the Fox family's army is neatly organized, with flags flying. Montreal's bright red fourth-level enchanted plate armor "Molten Embers" is burning with flames. Even the defenders on the city wall could see clearly.
With almost no pause, the Fox family's army immediately launched a charge, led by Montreal.
With the help of Molten Ember, Montreal is like a comet, unstoppable.
Coupled with the magical help of the priests, this army's offensive was overwhelming. In just half a day, it rushed into the gap opened in the city wall and divided the undead army inside and outside the city into two. parts.
The Earl of Montreal did not rush into the city. After entering the city, he immediately set up camp for rest and recuperation. At the same time, he sent messengers to contact the inner city and the temporary legion's garrison location.
In the evening, the camp began to take shape, and messengers returned one after another with their own news.
"Are you sure that this letter was handed to you by Tyrone himself?" Montreal asked, staring at the messenger.
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(End of this chapter)