Chapter 680: Like-minded dragon?

"Your induction is really keen, Miguelella, you are much better than someone." Looking at the underground cavity in front of which was full of various undead buildings, Muria said with a smile to the burning girl behind him. .
And when Muria was chatting with Michelangela, if no one was there, a dark knight riding a skeleton warhorse staring at them, with a violent jump in his eyes, less than a hundred meters away.
It didn't understand why the wall next to his residence that had been blessed by the host suddenly opened a hole, and three creatures with such a strong breath of life suddenly ran out.
But it does n’t matter if you do n’t understand it. They are originally brainless things. It only needs to know that they are deadly enemies with these creatures. The only thing he needs to do now is to lift the gun in his hand and then charge.
"Cavalry! Prepare to charge!" The cold and majestic command echoed in the soulfire of the resting undead knight. Then, by chance, one knight rushed out of the skeleton ...
"Our luck seems good. When we came out, it was actually a place for the Undead Cavalry Regiment." Muria turned his head and looked at the more than twenty undead knights who were lining up in front of him, and stretched out his fingers. Gently, then ... the cavalry of these cavalry vanished for a moment.
"That Lich is coming out," Miguella reminded softly as she stood behind Muria.
"Micah, I see it." Muria looked up, looking over the cavity of this nearly ten square kilometer cave.
The dark blue and mysterious underworld fire shone in this cavity, and between the dense and regular undead building arch guard's castle, a thick black-gray dead air spurted out, and there was a skull with the inscription looming and emitting. Enormous spiritual coercion.
"Who? How dare you invade the territory of my great Lich Barak." The Lich, who felt that the Knights of the Undead were annihilating in an instant, roared angrily, and flew toward Muria with a small resentment. Muria can still feel the ground shaking gently, a large number of skeletons, ghouls, abominations ... all kinds of undead creatures with physical entities swarm out of the building to form a small undead The tide came to Muria's location.
"It's just a third-order Lich. It's too weak. It seems that there are still a few more to be caught." Muria sensed the strength of the Lich, and his face was a little disappointed.
With Muria's thoughts, a golden flame ignited in this dark cave for a moment, as if the sun came here, with the emergence of the flame, hundreds of low-level undead were illuminated by the flame Dissipated into fly ash.
"Master Jinlong spares his life!" Just when the aggressive Lich saw the golden flames emerging from Muria, he immediately persuaded, and its Lich's body fell in front of Muria, and he was honestly in his arms. On the ground,
"Does the Lich now seduce like this?" Muria's palm that she just poked out was stiffened in mid-air, looking at the Lich who was lying on the ground, and her palm continued to move forward. "But you think you Will I surrender to you if I surrender? "
The surging Long Yan followed Muria's idea and merged into a huge palm, and then patted it on the big Lich, and directly pumped it away, drawing a vacuum channel that was several kilometers long. Hitting the other side of the ground cavity, a huge pit was smashed, and the cobweb-like cracks spread, and its carefully polished crystal skull body revealed many cracks.
Muria came from the idea of ​​conquering the Lich. Since she wants to conquer others, let them see their power! Even the Lich who pursues eternal knowledge will be in awe of the power that prevails over them.
"Master Jinlong spares his life, I'm under the command of Lord Barthelemy Pogunda, and please be merciful." Lich Barak, who unconsciously pulled his undead body from the stone wall, quickly explained. .
"Already has a master." Muria frowned a little at hearing the bad news. "How strong is your master? Lich? Legend or demigod?"
"Master Jinlong, he is an ancient golden dragon just like you." The Lich slaped by Muria with a slap almost quickly replied, afraid of Muria, and gave him another slap, and re- Building an undead body is expensive.
"Huh?" This time, Muria couldn't help showing the wrong look. "What are you talking about? Your master is a golden dragon?"
"Don't you know? Barthelemy, the enslaved Lich Dragon. As a golden dragon, you should have heard the name of Lord Barthelemy."
"I'm a golden dragon from another continent, not a native dragon." Muria explained, and he found things to be interesting.
"I didn't expect there was a fallen dragon here," heard the Lich reporting that his master was a dragon, and Ilvester, who was beside Muria, showed an undisguised killing.
The relationship between the Blazing Gods is not friendly with the Dragons, especially with the Five-Colored Dragons, and with some Dragons who like to contaminate the power system of the abyss of the undead. It is a purely hostile relationship.
"Should you be able to contact your master? Let me see him." Muria squinted his eyes at his big sister-in-law. As a golden dragon, he naturally knew how terrible a fallen golden dragon would be. Harm, we must know that one of the highest achievements of the Undead Department, in addition to the Lich, is a variety of undead dragons, such as ghost dragons, bone dragons, corpse dragons.
"My master is not a fallen golden dragon. He is just a little bit special. He didn't hurt other creatures when he was in charge of us." Hear Muria seemed to be in trouble with his master, this big Lich actually Began to explain.
"No bullshit, what a Lich said, do you think we would believe it?" Ilvester said impatiently.
"Don't worry about him. If this Golden Dragon is simply enslaving the undead without doing anything else, I think I have a lot in common with him."
Muria didn't veto the Lich, but his expression was much milder. This may be a dragon of like mind with him. "Help me contact your master!"
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"Barak ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I'm looking for anything." In the shadowy communications circle, the dead spirit gathered, faintly dragon-shaped, "Well? You're injured, what happened?"
"You are the golden dragon who enslaved the Lich." Muria pulled the Lich, whose body was almost broken, aside, and looked at the deadly dragon shadow in front of him with interest.
"Did you move my men?"
"Yes." There was nothing to deny, Muria was very calm.
"You're daring," the dragon shadow in front of Muria collapsed instantly, the space rippled like water, and then a dragon claw covered with golden dragon scales with black stripes on the edges broke into it and grasped it fiercely. Where Muria is.
"It's really irritable," Muria stopped Ilvester, who was about to make a shot, and his hand also recovered into a dragon claw. Then he struck fiercely with the dragon claw that seemed to be eroded by death.
"You are also a Golden Dragon!" A surprised voice sounded behind this paw, and immediately the voice became helpless. "I have come to my troubled fellow again, how many times have I said that I have not fallen!" "