Ride and Cut

Richard, while eating Hesai, added his jealousy to the itinerary. He is already good at telling stories, and the material is really rich, so he can't stop the car with a mouth.

Starting from the blood knights in the small town and the dazzling offensive and defensive outside Wintery City, everyone present was automatically attracted. When the plot progressed to a night where the city was full of dead souls, everyone had calmed down and listened intently. When it comes to the situation of the Undead Dragon, the situation has taken a turn for the worse, the canteen is so quiet that the needle falls, and almost everyone is holding their breath subconsciously.

There were only a few bunny maids who stood behind him and pinched his shoulders and slammed his back, covering her mouth from time to time, screaming and screaming like a house of canaries. They were itchy in people's hearts, as if a feather was scratching. .

So Lord Lord said in the most showy and solemn tone, how in the end Qiqiu transformed himself how to turn the tide, and how to slay the undead dragon in full view.

He was satisfied to see the whole house silent, and he was about to lower his head to continue eating, when he suddenly remembered something.

"I also got this." Richard took a hard rock from his pocket and threw it on the table. Under the shining of the hall lights, this "stone" shone with amber-like luster.

"Is it Long Jing?" Annie's eyes widened.

In the transparent crystal, a mini dragon was originally sleeping in a close-up view. Awakened by the vibration of the surrounding environment, he straightened up with sleepy eyes, opened his mouth and yawned.

"It's Dragon Crystal." The lord nodded to Annie, briefly talking about the ins and outs, and then whistled to Thutmose in the Dragon Crystal: "Come on, let's show everyone a trick."

Thutmose raised his head and watched Richard sigh in a very humane manner. After all, the form is stronger than the human, and it is obviously meaningless to entangle the dignity of the dragon at the moment. So he opened his mouth, blew hard, and the dragon's breath blurted out.

"This is amazing. His current essence should be close to the undead instead of the soul." Buckland looked at the scenes in front of him and was amazed. The interest is not much stronger than the match head.

"Undead?" The lord put down the knife and flashed in his mind, and said to Thutmose in the dragon crystal: "Your previous body is still there, can you drive it?"

The dragon skeletal has been brought back to the alpine fort. The remains of this top magical creature will not decay easily even if it is left for half a year. If Thutmose can turn the skeletal dragon into an undead dragon again, wouldn't the lord be able to become a full-time necromancer from now on? It's strange to think about it.

"No, my soul power is too weak to support such a huge body..." Thutmose saw the disappointment on the face of the lord of Alpine Fortress becoming more and more disappointed, and made a certain determination. no problem."

He actually took the initiative to get out of the dragon crystal and rushed into the pile of leftover chicken bones on the dining table. As a result, the pile of bones began to surging and gather as if they had life, the split joints were recombined, and the slight damage was also made up to become a complete chicken skeleton. Then he fluttered his wings and flew, circled the chandeliers above the dining table.

The chicken bones were still hung with shredded meat, and the teeth marks on the thigh bones were clearly visible, and they looked extremely chilly. But the posture of flying is so soothing and surging, it is a hundred times more calm than a white swan, and it is completely the grace that can only appear in the beautiful dream of a boudoir girl.

The person at the table looked up in a daze, feeling that life is too strange.

"Fortunately, Richard gnawed his bones more carefully." Annie chuckled while covering her mouth. If you use Gunther's leftover bones, you can't spell it out because there are too many missing parts.

"This is still very practical. It can be used on the battlefield as, um... scout chicken."

"Yes, my lord is wise." Thutmose nodded as he flew, with a natural and proud look.

"Wait, have you ever noticed that he is actually communicating directly with mental power!" Bucklan came back to his senses, his mouth wide open and shocked.

Generally speaking, communication must be verbal, and it must first transform from spirit to voice, and then restore from voice to spirit. If there is a problem in any link in the middle, the entire chain cannot proceed smoothly.

The so-called mental communication omits the intermediary link and directly connects the spirit with the spirit. There is no need to worry about factors such as language barriers, poor words, and environmental noise. The efficiency is naturally more than a little bit higher.

According to the terminology of magical scholarship, this kind of act of destroying the chaff and keeping the essence and directly hitting the essence is called "rejecting the image".

Mental communication can give up all unnecessary factors. It can be said that there are almost no shortcomings, but the barriers to use are terribly high. At present, except for a very small number of monsters who have mastered this unique skill by their talents, it has not been heard that human mages can also be reproduced.

"This is the instinct of being a high-level undead creature." Thutmose landed on the table, with his head high and his chest very high.

"Oh." Richard snorted, stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers, and the skeleton chicken immediately couldn't bear to be scattered into pieces. "But Elder Buckland, how did you discover this?"

Even if the nature of mental communication and verbal communication are completely different, it is often difficult to find out if you don't pay special attention. This is because most people are limited by their mental inertia, and regard the mental fluctuations that sound in their minds as the language they hear in their ears.

The lord felt that this must be because Buckland, as a naturalist, had rich knowledge and thoughtfulness. A conclusion drawn through careful observation, bold assumptions, and careful verification. The reason why he asked deliberately was to beat Thutmose. In order to let him know that Gaoshan Fort is not an unseen wasteland bun, so he will be less careful in the future.

"Because my ears are relatively back lately, I can't hear you very much when you speak. But he speaks very clearly, so it feels a bit wrong." Lao Baihu said as he squeezed his ears hard, "It seems that the earwax is blocked. When I look back, I have to dig out..." "..."

Although Thutmose couldn't read the Lord's heart, he could also see that his face was strange. Honestly, he flew back into the dragon crystal and stuffed his head under the wings.

"Dragon Crystal is Thutmose's life gate. If there is no source of nourishment, he will soon dissipate."

Richard put this spar aside, and the dragon soul matter was temporarily over. He cleared his throat, and no one in the dining room hurriedly took two bites of food. Only a few core members sat in the chair and didn't move~www.readwn.com~ There's another thing. "Lord Lord's voice became much quieter, and his expression suddenly became very weird. His eyes flashed with excitement that is not too much to watch the excitement, but he rarely tried to suppress it.

"No outsiders, say." Old Baihu made a bold decision.

"Hurry up, take off your hood." Richard Richard said, across from the long table, a tightly wrapped person.

This person was wearing a long hood and a mask on his face. Of course, the gloves did not fall, and there was no bare skin on or under his body. If it were not for the Lord Lord to take him personally, he would definitely not be put into the dining hall.

The hood was lifted backwards, and the iron mask fell on the table with a "clang", and the hidden face was exposed to the air.

"Well, this is Dracula's...'s sister?" Bucklan could hardly believe his eyes. Take off the tortoiseshell glasses and wipe them twice, put them on the bridge of the nose again, staring at each other with small mung bean eyes.

"It's me." Richard pulled his hair and his expression was extremely complicated.