Reborn Red Dragon: Self-discipline Becomes Stronger

　　"Although I can't cure you, you can rest assured that as my dog, I will take responsibility."

　　"It's not that there are no priests in the Western Fantasy Continent. When I meet them, I will tie them directly to you."

　　Xilin smiled lightly.

　　Mutu's status in his heart is also quite high now, almost second only to Caterina and Orina.

　　He couldn't let Mutu's leg just be abolished.

　　Although he can't heal Mutu's wounds, the priest can.

　　The priest's occupation on the Western Fantasy Continent is similar to that of a nurse, helping the team heal wounds and enhance the team's will.

　　They also have the means of attack, but not very outstanding.

　　What makes them famous is their own healing skills.

　　Rumor has it that the priest god also has the ability to bring the dead back to life.

　　And there is also a record of a priest resurrecting a five-color dragon and a green dragon in the dragon's memory.

　　It's just that the conditions for resurrection are too harsh. Only the pastor knows the conditions and has never revealed them.

　　But Xilin can understand how harsh it is.

　　He doesn't know about resurrecting people, but the five-colored dragon must be very difficult!

　　Because of the first step in resurrecting the five-colored dragon, you must take back the soul of the five-colored dragon from the dragon queen Tiamat.

　　To steal a soul from a god, Xilin didn't even know what a priest had to do to achieve this.

　　But even if that giant dragon is resurrected, it won't survive for long.

　　After surviving for three years, he died again.

　　And this time the dead soul was smashed away by the angry Tiamat.

　　This has also become a taboo for the dragon race.

　　Since then, no dragon has dared to seek out the legendary priest god.

　　For fear that he would end up in the same fate as this green dragon.

　　And the reason why this heritage memory was not deleted by Tiamat was to warn the giant dragon below and give the old lady some peace.

　　"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

　　Mutu was so excited that he hurriedly kowtowed to Xilin a few more times.

　　Unexpectedly, His Majesty was willing to find a priest for himself.

　　The profession of priest is rare and rare, and it is not rare if it is not rare.

　　In the Western Fantasy Continent, only humans can become priests, not even elves similar to humans.

　　However, the priest is an auxiliary occupation, and the attack skills are pitiful, and the most are the treatment skills.

　　There are very few people in the Western Fantasy Continent who are willing to be this self-sacrificing pastor.

　　When there are so many human beings, there will always be a few people who will be there.

　　And humans have gradually discovered the importance of priests.

　　If there is a priest on the side of the person whose combat power falls below, the battle will be turned around in an instant.

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　　But not everyone can be a pastor, you must have a good talent, plus some resources.

　　So almost all priests live in higher kingdoms or empires.

　　Few pastors live in the middle of nowhere.

　　Unless there is a priest touring the world.

　　Almost all those who can become pastors are good-hearted people.

　　Some priests choose a day of the year to visit the surrounding villages.

　　When encountering the injured, the injured will be treated for free.

　　On the one hand, it is to help people, and on the other hand, it is to make his own healing skills more proficient and diligent.

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　　"Okay, you can get up and find Ramos and the others."

　　Xilin nodded and urged Mutu to leave quickly.

　　Don't you see that I'm all beautiful here?

　　What are you doing here, a single male monster.

　　"Yes!"

　　Mutu limped away excitedly.

　　"Can the injury of the leader of Mutu be okay?"

　　Cross looked at Mutu's ferociously wounded right leg, frowning slightly.

　　The meat in many places began to rot.

　　These are the swamp werewolf's claws, full of deadly bacteria.

　　Of course, it doesn't matter if you get caught once or twice, the problem is that Mutu is seriously injured.

　　A piece of meat was torn off, and even the white bones could be seen.

　　"Of course, the pastor's group of guys are amazing."

　　The corner of Xilin's mouth twitched, and even the Dragon Clan was amazed by the healing technique, there must be something about him.

　　Didn't you see that the most powerful priest can even resurrect the dragon?

　　"Pastor~ I haven't seen it yet."

　　Olina held her chin in her hands, her eyes filled with curiosity about the priest.

　　Hearing what His Majesty said, the priest must be very miraculous.

　　"Pastor? Don't worry, there is a chance to see them." Jiu.

Chapter 142

　　Xilin smiled lightly at this, the pastor is not a mysterious profession.

　　It's not as mysterious as the dragon magician.

　　The magician of the dragon language is called the real mystery, and it is almost a stunt.

　　Xilin is going to teach Orina to become a dragon magician.

　　After all, the Dragon Mage is the most powerful magician among the magicians.

　　But first of all, it is necessary to teach Orina the dragon language. If Orina does not have the talent for dragon language, she can only give up.

　　"What do you think pastors look like? Do they have three heads and six arms?"

　　Orina excitedly patted Cross next to her and smiled.

　　"Please Olina, priests are just human beings, where do they come from three heads and six arms."

　　Cross rolled her eyes speechlessly, what did Orina take for the priest, another monster?

　　"Hehe~ Of course I know, but I can't help but have some fantasies."

　　Olina smiled embarrassedly, she was just active.

　　"Then your fantasy is too unique." Cross said helplessly.

　　Seeing Olina's mischief and Cross' helplessness, Xilin smiled knowingly.

　　Gradually, the bonfire gradually extinguished, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the black swamp monsters fell asleep with hunger.

　　in the morning

　　Early in the morning, the monsters were woken up by Mutu's wolf howling.

　　The monsters packed up one after another, but there was actually nothing left to pack.

　　The corpses of the dead companions were handed over to the monsters of the Black Swamp to carry on their backs, and let them repent for the dead Noxian monsters.

　　In about ten minutes, the monsters were all cleaned up and set off in the direction of the Death Desert.

　　This time, compared to the momentum of the Black Swamp, the current army is more powerful, after all, the black dragon Balur is added.

　　The Noxian army, plus the new Black Swamp army, numbered around [-].

　　More than [-] more than when they came.

　　The desert werewolves charged in front, using their screams to shout back the monsters in front of them, followed by the sand palms, humans and the motley army, and then the monsters of the black swamp.

　　The last party is the heavy tank armored dragon turtle, and the smoke and dust are everywhere.

　　In the sky, Xilin was flying high in the sky with Orina and Cross in one hand, with a black dragon Balur behind him.

　　This time it's a return, naturally the sooner the better.

　　So the army didn't even have time to rest in the middle. When the humans were tired, the desert werewolf would put the humans on their backs and move on.

　　Human physical strength is limited, Xilin naturally noticed this scene.

　　Now he has decided that he does not need to come out for the next expedition to mankind.

　　Humans are suitable for guarding the country and garrisoning borders, and are not suitable for expeditions that require a lot of physical strength and speed.

　　Unless it's all cavalry.

　　After traveling at full speed for a day and a half, everyone entered the frontier of Noxus and drove straight to the Noxus Empire.

　　Noxus Empire

　　Well!!!