Chapter 4961: Trapadoni

When Avi, the general of the blood jade stone of the Belen Empire, isolated Negorto, in the far west coast, a towering pitch-black bone tower stood quietly in the storm.
This is a magical bone tower with a long history, it seems to have been standing here for hundreds of thousands of years.
In short, even the most famous Yerigath Serpent Warlock family in the vicinity never dared to approach the radiation range of the bone tower rashly.
After every Yerigath Serpent Warlock is promoted to one level, he will be strictly forbidden by the clan elders to approach the thousand-mile radius of the bone tower.
And those apprentice-level warlocks below the first level are not within this scope.
If he wanted to come to that "senior", he wouldn't blame these juniors for disturbing his purity.
As for those apprentice-level warlocks below the first level, who entered a certain range of the bone tower and were injured or even killed by the undead creatures patrolling it, no one would care.
How much wind, frost, rain and snow can the flowers growing in the greenhouse experience?
The wizard civilization is extremely tough externally, and it also does not raise waste internally.
In addition to measures such as the Santa Academy War and Kingdom War plans, which are used to screen and cultivate a new generation of bottom-level knights and magicians in the wizarding world, there are many similar "trials".
And the group of warlocks is also the type of spellcaster that is closest to the wizarding world's knight system.
Only with enough setbacks and beatings can these young warlocks grow up.
Simply doing research in the laboratory cannot make a great fourth-level or higher warlock.
"Boom!" The sound of lightning and thunder, accompanied by the sudden drop of the storm in this area, once again ushered in the rainstorm season once every fifty years in the Black Valley Mountains.
The hoarse roar and tattered bone wings of the robust bone dragon slid into the storm.
Mixed with it, it seems that there are some weak creatures crying and howling.
In this rainy season, I don't know how many little guys will be unlucky, and I don't know how many lucky ones will be able to get the precious dark dragon fruit in the Heigu Mountains.
In the bone tower, Trapadoni, the dragon lich sitting by the window, quietly watched the torrential rain outside the window that never stopped.
Compared with hundreds of thousands of years ago, the dracolich at this time does not seem to have changed much on the surface.
but its
The heavy twilight energy has surfaced inside and outside its body, similar to Avi, the blood and jade stone general of the Belen Empire, and the old dragon of Trapadoni has run out of time.
Unlike Avi, though, Trapadoni never considered hitting the juggernaut.
As a dragon warlock who has "died" once, after being reincarnated as a lich by magic, Trapadoni basically cut off the possibility of attacking the master.
And undead creatures obviously have a lifespan limit.
Trapadoni's soul fire is so weak that it marks its end.
Two groups of gloomy silver fires danced in Trapadoni's eyes. Compared with hundreds of thousands of years ago, this dracolich has changed too much.
The most obvious one is that this guy doesn't seem to be so greedy for money?
The dark dragon fruit of the Heigu Mountains resounding in the surrounding area is actually planted by Trapadoni himself.
This special material, which has the effect of coagulating and extracting the power of blood, has always been regarded as a top holy relic by the major blood warlock families on the west coast.
In the past, this kind of fruit has always been monopolized by the dragon vein warlock family, and other warlock families may not even get a piece of the pie.
And when this kind of fruit appeared in the Heigu Mountains, it was no wonder that the surrounding warlock families would dispatch a group of apprentice-level warlocks from their own clan to enter the Heigu Mountains for trials every ten years.
Of course, there are also some first-level or above warlocks who do not understand the rules, trying to fool them to obtain this top bloodline material.
But their results, without exception, were thrown out by the group of bone dragons or other powerful undead creatures that haunted the Black Valley Mountains.
Sometimes with bad luck, it is also possible to die directly inside.
Whether it is the Wizarding League or other holy towers or knights' temple organizations, the unfortunate person who broke into the territory of a sixth-level dracolich for no reason and was killed by the undead creatures under his command would not bother.
The storm outside the window was still falling, and Trapadoni's eyes were replaying some scenes from the past.
Once people get older, they always like to reminisce about the past, and Trapadoni is no different.
He thought of some of his experiences when he was a Dragon Vein Warlock, and also thought of some things about his transfer to the Dragon Lich Empress.
Trapadoni also thought of something behind him.
Created a strong bond with Avi with blood magic
Unlike the large mixed-race descendants, Trapadoni had no children in his life.
Do you expect an undead to give birth to offspring?
What Trapadoni thought about his aftermath was the choice of a cemetery after his death.
It may be that he has been an undead creature for too long. In his later years, Trapadoni's consciousness gradually transformed from a spellcaster to an undead creature.
Undead creatures generally have a natural affinity and longing for the cemetery.
All powerful undead creatures spend most of their lives sleeping in their tombs.
As a spellcaster in his early years, Tepaladoni's main energy was naturally to engage in magic research, not sleep.
Therefore, until now, he has not arranged a suitable cemetery for himself.
At this time, there are three options in front of Trapadoni, namely: the ancestral land of the Dragon Warlock family, the Dragon Tomb of the Beren Empire in the wizarding world, and the Black Valley Mountain where it is located.
The first two represent Trapadoni's identity as a dragon warlock and his friendly relationship with the giant dragon family in the wizarding world.
The latter represents Trapadoni's own will and heritage.
The storm that lasted for a long time outside the window finally calmed down.
Trapadoni, who was aware of it, suddenly showed a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, "A total of thirteen little guys grabbed the dark dragon fruit this time, not bad."
With the respect of the sixth level, pay attention to a group of little guys who are not even at the first level of life level to the dark dragon fruit.
Not that Trapadoni was bored, but that was a large part of his later life.
Watching these little guys rise to prominence among their peers, Trapadoni seems to reminisce about his youthful days.
As for the greedy property of dragon-type creatures... Hey, compared to the amazing wealth that Trapadoni has accumulated over the years, the mere payment of some dark dragon fruit is nothing.
Where is the real treasure of this old dragon, no one in the wizarding world knows except himself.
Whether it will see the light of day again in the future remains to be seen.
A beam of golden sunlight shot out of the dark oppressive clouds after the storm.
The years are quiet.