Dilong

Chapter 34 Death Knight

In the flying snow, more and more skeletons gathered around.

Saga flicked his tail, and in the dense crackling sound, more than a dozen skeletons in the vicinity were shattered and turned into broken bones and limbs all over the place.

But as long as the skull is not broken and the fire of the soul is not extinguished, for these undead creatures, it is not considered death.

The ax-wielding skeleton who had been dazed just now was broken into two pieces.

Its severed arm was thrown aside, and it was now holding the broken sword it had snatched from the other skeletons.

Saga paused and turned to look at the half-skeleton.

Under the curious gaze of the little dragon, only the upper half of the skeleton was holding a broken sword that looked like a small dagger. After crawling over, it stabbed and pulled Saga's scales.

Saga felt itchy.

Quite comfortable.

For the young dragon, the strength of these skeletons is just right, and it feels as comfortable as a massage to him.

"The service of the skeleton technician is good, I will try again next time."

Saga muttered softly.

"But I have business to do now, so I won't play with you little skeletons."

With a thought, the supergravity field burst out with Saga as the center.

In an instant.

Hundreds of skeletons had gathered, as if they were being pressed down by an invisible big hand, they fell down like wheat, and the sound of bones cracking could be heard endlessly.

Centered on the little dragon whelp standing tall.

In the surrounding area, all the skeletons fell to the ground, and none of them could stand.

Kakaka. The little skull who broke the sword and flew away for a while, clenched his fist, raised his bone hand tremblingly, crawled on the ground persistently, and wanted to hit Saga's head.

It is a stubborn skeleton.

Withdrawing his gaze, Saga ignored the half of the little skull and walked away directly.

It wasn't until the little dragon stepped over a step engraved with undead runes and entered deeper into the ruins of the undead that the skeletons stopped and stood still.

After stepping on the steps, Saga felt that the surrounding temperature was significantly lower.

A strong smell of decay poured into his nostrils. This was the smell that was naturally produced when the aura of death was strong to a certain extent, coupled with the breath of the surrounding undead creatures.

Continue forward for a few minutes.

An obelisk-shaped building missing half of the dome and looking dilapidated and devastated appeared in Saga's vision.

The black-gray death aura is like a smog, wrapping around the incomplete obelisk, releasing a decadent, ominous, and evil aura.

at the same time.

When Saga approached the obelisk building, clusters of faint blue flames lit up out of thin air in the black-gray aura haze.

As Saga approached, the Youhuo became brighter.

The surrounding temperature seems to have become lower, and some suppressed gasps and low roars, accompanied by the gradual appearance of various silhouettes, appear here.

After the figure became clear.

Saga could see that the ghostly flames were quietly burning and dancing in the eye sockets of the undead creatures.

Greed, hunger, bloodthirsty... All eyes are on the young dragon.

Master of those gazes.

Gargoyles, undead knights, corpse witches, heavy-armored skeletons, ghosts... faintly showing signs of encirclement, surrounding Saga.

Different from the unintelligent skeletons encountered on the periphery of the ruins of the undead, the undead creatures here are of a higher level, and they all have a certain amount of wisdom, some of which are even far better than ordinary humans.

Saga stopped at the same time and stood still.

Surrounded by the undead, the little dragon showed no signs of timidity.

In the dead and cold atmosphere, Saga raised his chin and said, "Alfred, keep these undead-smelling bastards away from me, stare at me again, and tear your bones apart!" Use it as a teething stick for the Dragonblood Hound."

This past two years.

The range of activities of the little dragon has expanded to the entire Thorn Island, flying wantonly over Thorn Island from time to time. Therefore, all creatures living in Thorn Island know the existence of Saga and the identity of the queen dragon son.

Each dragon represents endless wealth.

Dragon scales, dragon teeth, dragon meat, dragon blood, and dragon horns are all precious magic materials that are hard to come by. If a low-level adventurer can capture a young dragon, if he has no ideals, he can live comfortably for a lifetime.

However, even if the young dragon at this time does not have the ability to protect its precious dragon body, no intelligent creature in Thorn Island dares to attack him.

Without him.

In the previous three battles to seize the island, the Queen's prestige has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

With the strength of the legendary giant dragon, the queen can arrive anywhere in Thorn Island in an instant, and turn the little insects that dare to attack her dragon into ashes and dust.

After a brief silence.

A tall and burly undead in heavy black armor walked out of the obelisk.

Death Knight Alfred.

Every time the death knight stepped down, the ferocious iron boots made of steel touched the ground, and the ground trembled slightly, and the surrounding death aura also vibrated. When the death knight moved, the rough friction between steel and bones sounded The sharp voice was loud and piercing, with a strange oppressive force.

When it appeared, the surrounding undead creatures automatically retreated to the sides to make way, and at the same time bowed their heads to express their submission to the death knight.

quickly.

The death knight walked up to Saga.

At close range, Saga carefully looked at the death knight.

With a tall body of three meters, it was much taller than the little dragon that was on all fours.

At the same time, streams of strong death aura surrounded its body, tumbling endlessly, the ferocious pitch-black heavy armor covered the whole body, even the face was hidden under the steel visor, and only a pair of deep, burning souls were exposed. Eyes of fire.

"Your Highness Saga, Death Knight Alfred welcomes you."

Facing the still young baby dragon, the tall and burly Alfred beat his chest heavily with one hand, clanging.

It formally performed a respectful knight etiquette to Saga.

The death knight understands that among all the known dragons, the true dragon that is the proudest, the most arrogant, and the most proud of its own blood is the red dragon, the head of the five-color evil dragons.

What Saga accepted was the inheritance of the Red Dragon.

【We were born to be kings, natural lords, and ultimate rulers】

[The whole world should sink in the shadow of the true dragon's wings]

【The only meaning for the existence of all races is to be enslaved by real dragons, otherwise, they should not exist】

…………

Whether Saga is willing to admit it or not, these ideas from the inheritance of the red dragon have been quietly rooted in his heart, lingering like a shadow, lingering.

And Saga has never refused to reject his current identity and those inherited ideas.

After all, he didn't become an inferior creature like a slime gnoll, but a dragon, the top magical creature in the endless world plane of the multiverse.

Closer to home.

The death knight's solemn treatment gave the young dragon respect and face.

Saga grinned, revealing her immature dragon teeth.

"Very well, I see your respect for the real dragon."

The voice paused, and Saga raised a paw, and continued: "I can make the decision, and let you pay one copper coin less for this year's taxes."

(End of this chapter)