Chapter 1733: The civil strife of the dragons (3)

"We have been waiting, have been waiting for my king to return ..." Red Dragon cried and said that for more than a thousand years, countless dragons died in battle, they were chased all the way, every time they want to escape to the north, they will be blocked by the undead. There are fewer and fewer companions around them. Now they are the two of them. They are always worried, worrying about how to be good if they are dead.
Asahi looked up, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and he shook his lips.
"My king... my king is dead..."
Finally, he said the most difficult truth.
The two red dragon faces are like dead gray, and the last hope of the fundus is annihilated.
"My king is dead... How is it possible, he is so powerful... Who can kill him?" The Dragon King is the strongest eight-winged Golden Dragon in their minds. If the Dragon King is still there, Longyan will unite the undead. It is also difficult to beat them.
But their king is dead...
He died in the bright continent.
He can never return to his hometown and cannot see his already born baby.
"My king is dead... Then what do we want?" The red dragon was desperate, and the dragon emperor died. Didn't they even have the last hope?
"We are going to the north, there are still a lot of dragons fighting, although my king is dead, but the small hall is still there, our tribes still have hope, there will be many companions in the north to help us deal with Longyan and the undead "The shallows wiped the tears, they also have the children of the Dragon Emperor and the Dragon, their little hall, will one day grow up, revenge for his parents."
Everyone's eyes were concentrated on the little guy who was born, the unusually hot eyes shook the little Jinlong, who was afraid of being born. He tried to huddle himself behind the red dragon and couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Why didn't you grow up under the small hall? According to the age of the dragon, he should have grown up." Asahi looked at Xiao Jinlong, who was in the form of a dragon.
Honglongdao: "We don't know. The small hall grew very slowly after being taken away by us. We have been in the shape of the baby dragon in the later period. We have not grown up. We are all fleeing all the way. There is no time at all. Go find the reason."
After more than a thousand years, Xiao Jinlong reasonably said that he should have been an adult dragon, but his time seems to have stopped, and he can no longer continue to grow.
The young dragons are very fragile. They have little ability to protect themselves. The higher the rank of the dragons, the younger the children will be weaker and younger. The situation of Xiaojinlong, even the ordinary undead can kill him.
"If the dragon lion is still dead, it should be in the north. He should know the reason. The most important thing for us now is to get to the north as soon as possible." Asahi.
"When I get rid of the dead air in the body, we will set off." Shen Yanxiao knows that the current situation is very dangerous. Although they killed the bone dragon, they also arrested the undead, but if they lost contact too For a long time, Longyan’s subordinates will be aware of the same situation. If they encounter the chase again, it will not be so easy to escape.
"Xiao Xiao, do you really have a way to get rid of the dead air?" Asahi looked at Shen Yanxiao with some hesitation. As far as he knows, the only thing in the world that can deal with death is the sacred power of the Protoss. When he was hit by a mermaid, he found that they were covered by a layer of divine power. Could it be that all this was done by Yan Yanxiao?