Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Dimensional exile!

"Big cat?" Negris was taken aback and looked over Lightning's head, while Ange also tilted his head to look over.

Seeing Ange looking over, the big cat froze its ears, which had never exposed the fur, and shook its head quickly.

"It's not it, could it be Xiludi?" Negris murmured.

Xi Ludi, who was far away in the Republic of Stars, sneezed violently, completely unaware that she almost took the blame.

Soon, her suspicions were cleared, and several creatures turned out from another street. The leader had a long neck, two short hands, thick hind limbs, a long tail, and an iron-gray Fine scales.

Everyone couldn't help looking at Negris, and Negris was also stunned. Except for the absence of wings and a big belly, the proportion of the torso is longer. This is just like a dragon walking upright.

"Dragonborn?" Negris said in shock.

It's a pity that there was no dragon present, and Negris was actually a lich, so he couldn't tell if he was a dragonborn or not.

However, the other party also saw Ange and the others. From the reaction of the upright dragon, we can see some clues, because the other party was also shocked, and then shouted in surprise:

"Huh, baby dragon? Oh my god, that's great, there's a baby dragon here? Catch it for me and draw its blood."

The upright dragon immediately put the matter of the Upanishad mage behind him, pointed at Negris, and shouted excitedly. Obviously, drawing dragon blood is much more important to it than the Upanisha mage.

Four strong humans followed the upright dragon. Hearing the order, the human in the front grinned and said, "Master Aolong, as you wish, Ulas will serve you."

Hearing Ulas' words, the rest of the humans were a little helpless, but they stopped with their arms folded, as if they were planning to watch? Don't they think that a single human being can flatten the enemy on the opposite side and snatch that 'young dragon' away?

The esoteric phoenix has already foreshadowed that there is a esoteric mage nearby. Where did these guys come from such confidence?

Although it was a little unbelievable, these people really thought so. They saw Ulas stepping forward alone, with scales gushing out of his body.

"Huh?" Many people around Ange were in shock and couldn't help but look at Ange. Isn't this the Dragon God Transformation?

Negris obviously heard everyone's doubts, and quickly said: "Dragon minion, it is the dragon minion, the dragon minion transforms, be careful."

"Okay." Luther also took a step forward, carefully took out the beetroot, and gnawed on it.

Misha was a little puzzled: "I told you to be careful, not to let you eat, why are you so weird? I don't date weird people."

Luther smiled casually, stretched out his hand to touch the Arbitration Sword, and said, "My love only belongs to it, the dragon pattern steel core # ￥\u0026amp;amp; # \u0026amp;amp; @* [# ]￥ # The Broken Sword of Arbitration."

She read it too fast, Mi Sha couldn't hear clearly, she could only frown to confirm one thing, this is really a weird person, and then stood back two steps calmly.

Duroken rested his chin, thinking: "These are dragon minions, so is this upright guy really a dragonborn? Do you know it?"

Negris said embarrassingly: "There are so many dragon descendants, how can I recognize them all, I don't know them."

Duroken blinked, recalling the legend about the dragonborn, and suddenly showed a dazed expression.

Negris sneered, unable to explain anything, because the giant dragon did so poorly in terms of dragon descendants, some dragon descendants even passed on a single lineage, and they didn't know if they could awaken or mutate. Know the genealogy of all dragonborn.

But no matter what kind of dragon descendants they are, they will inevitably carry the blood of a giant dragon, and they will have outstanding talents. Whether it is practicing magic, fighting spirit, or learning knowledge, they are much better than ordinary people.

This so-called Aolong Mage is obviously a very powerful spellcaster. Even the Aolong Mage doesn't pay attention to him, and he doesn't know his strength.

And the dragon minion is a creature polluted by the blood or breath of the dragon, such as Xiaobu.

From a pedigree point of view, the minions of dragons are even more chaotic than the descendants of dragons, and the results are not always good.

Some creatures are polluted by the power of the ice dragon, and they are afraid of the cold all day long. When the temperature is low, they will suffer from chilblains, which is painful to death.

Some creatures are polluted by the power of the red dragon. They hate the sun and heat all day long, and wish they could hide in the ice cellar.

Of course, there are bad influences, but there are also good influences. For example, some dragon minions are strong and full of energy and blood. They can be full of energy seven times a night, and they can cultivate fighting spirit several times faster than ordinary people.

Or practice magic and make rapid progress, better than others who have eaten dragon fruit for a lifetime.

And the air pollution can be controlled. Excessive pollution is a bad thing, but just right pollution is a great good thing, sometimes even better than Dragonborn.

The Wulas in front of us are the dragon minions that have been polluted just right. They are all strong and strong, without any defects on the surface, and they can control the dragon minions to transform at any time.

I saw that Ulas grew stronger, and the fine scales covered his vitals, arms and cheeks, and superimposed defense with the armor. Then he pulled out the big sword on his back and held it in his hand. The tip is indeterminate.

Misha subconsciously exclaimed: "No, high-ranking sword master, weirdo, get out of the way and let me do it."

He took out a bottle of blue potion with his backhand, and was about to unscrew it to pour it into his mouth, but before he unscrewed it, his hand was empty, and the potion disappeared.

Turning his head, he found that the potion got into Duroken's hands somehow. He was holding the bottle and squinting his eyes, as if he was researching, and murmured, "Hey, it's the magic potion. , I heard that someone has researched a potion that can replenish magic power, and I finally have the opportunity to see it."

Misha couldn't help curling her lips, and wanted to retort. This little kid looks young, but he speaks old-fashioned. It has been more than a thousand years since the magic potion was invented, how could he not have the chance to see it?

If you are poor, you are poor, and you still make excuses, forget it.

Thinking that Duroken might be poor, Misha didn't snatch it back. She took out a second bottle of potion and turned her gaze back to the field while pouring it, but what she saw made her almost spit it out.

With a half-circle of condensed aura on his head, Luther sliced ​​off the enemy's head with his sword.

"Really...the ring of truth? The sword of truth?" Misha shouted in shock. She couldn't remember how many times she was shocked this time. First, she was a mage who was called the god of fire, and now she was a sword of truth?

Misha turned her head and glanced at Duroken, Fetti, and the big cat Lightning Hemel. These seemingly inconspicuous guys must all be strong at this level, right?

The ring of truth is a conspicuous feature of swordsmen after they reach the level of truth. With every gesture of their hands, their fighting spirit can tear through the space first, producing a shock wave-like radiation, which looks like a half-circle halo to the naked eye.

"Hehe, this guy broke through?" Negris asked in surprise.

"Stimulation from beets." Duroken shook his head.

"That was also a breakthrough, and he couldn't reach the level of truth when he was eating beets before," Negris said.

Under the urging of the beets, Luthor broke through the level of truth and knocked Ullas down with a sword. He was also panting from exhaustion, and trotted back: "No, no, no, I'm so exhausted, my muscles almost can't hold it."

After speaking, he sat down on the ground, took out a bottle of essence and poured it into his mouth.

Misha's eyes were rounded. As a female mage, she knew what that bottle was all too well. The concentrated holy essence that was originally priced at 1,500 magic crystals had now been sold to 1,800 magic crystals.

She also has a bottle, she is already considered rich, and usually just slaps it on the face a little bit, but this dead man actually poured it into his mouth?

Looking at the magic recovery potion in her hand, she suddenly felt that it was not fragrant.

Mage Aolong was also shocked, not only there are esotericists, but also the sword of truth?

But looking at Luthor's state again, it realized that this kind of strength was forcibly increased and could not be sustained.

"It's okay, it's okay, or you'll have a headache, let's go together, don't play." Master Aolong said.

It regrets it now, it should have played together a long time ago, but after playing with it, it lost a high-ranking dragon minion sword master.

Although it was said that they went together, only two minions went out, and the last one stayed where he was, protecting Mage Aolong.

The scales on their bodies flipped up, and the two dragon minion sword masters rushed forward quickly.

Duroken said: "Everyone, I will do a magic trick for everyone."

While speaking, he rolled up the cloak, and the cloak retracted quickly, and then, Duroken and the cloak disappeared together.

When it reappeared, there was a stream of smoke first, which rose from the left side of the charging route of the two dragon minion sword masters. Before the smoke disappeared, Duroken had already thrown a light mark, which accurately printed on the dragon minion on the left. On the body of the Juggernaut—Alchemy·Permanence!

The Dragon's Sword Master froze violently and struggled vigorously.

Duroken appeared from the smoke, and smiled slightly: "Dragon's transformation? I like the power of transformation the most, so how about it, I will also transform for you—".

While speaking, he swung a golden stick and pointed it at the immobilized dragon's body. After a puff of smoke, the dragon's sword master disappeared, leaving only a green-skinned frog.

Before everyone could react, Duroken rushed up quickly and drove out with his big feet.

The green-skinned frog was kicked away from a distance, and fell in a parabola towards the swamp outside the town. When it flew into the air, the power of transformation disappeared.

Everyone froze in place, stunned by Duroken's strange method, until he bent down to salute, slowly backed away, and finally disappeared into the rolled-up cloak, everyone slowed down.

"Chambada, alchemy and permanence is fine, why you can turn him into a frog, do you know how many variables are involved? How can you do it? You are not a god." Negris lifted the back Duroken's collar, he asked while growling.

Alchemy Persistence Technique, it is incredible to fix a high-level sword master, but this is understandable, after all, Duroken is the owner of one of the four vice halls, and his ranking is even a little higher than Locke.

Before, it was because he had just been reborn and his soul was unstable, so he looked very good, but after such a long period of training, his strength has recovered to about half, and it is not difficult to hold a high-level sword master.

But turning into a frog is outrageous. It involves element conversion and requires a huge amount of energy. He is not Ange, and he has no divine power to use. How could he do it easily? Do you really think it's magic?

Duroken leaned over and whispered: "Using the power of his own dragon's transformation, just push him a little, which is equivalent to his own power, turning him into a frog is much easier than interfering with other people's power. "

Negris was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. Don't look at Duroken's light words, which definitely involved a lot of skills and variables, and it wouldn't be as simple as what he said.

But what does it matter? No matter how many tricks Duroken used, the result is that he did it, using magic inconceivably, turning a high-level sword master into a frog.

However, this is obviously not an easy thing to do. After changing one, he retreated, leaving the other dragon sword master standing there at a loss.

It is easy to scare others by using abilities beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.

Seeing the other party stunned, the little zombie took a step forward and made a big move!

The shock wave of death breath hit the body of the Longmin Sword Master, and the black light disappeared. The Dragon Mistress Sword Master was not dead.

There was already a look of horror in the eyes of Mage Aolong. Among these blind guys, he randomly pulled out one of them, and they all possessed such tyrannical strength. He originally thought that there was only one Mage of Profound Truth on the opposite side, and it was the best at restraining mages.

If this continues, you will lose.

Mage Aolong hurriedly slapped his staff, brushed it, and cracks in the space kept opening in front of him, and flea monsters rushed out of the cracks.

The spewing fleas jumped fiercely, and slammed into the injured dragon's sword master, and the joints of the upper body stabbed forward.

The injured dragon's sword master breathed a sigh of relief, cut off the flea monster's body with his backhand, bounced sideways, and chopped off the head of the second flea monster, but was thrown to the ground by the third flea monster, pierced by sharp limbs. into the body.

The Dragon Master Sword Master shouted angrily, and his fighting spirit exploded, knocking the flea monsters flying away, but he couldn't help slowing down due to his heavy injuries, and was finally thrown down and bitten by the flea monsters who came one after another.

The flea monsters that rushed up later jumped on the dead ones of the same kind for the first time, and they didn't turn their targets to Ange and the others until there were no more corpses.

Negris quickly analyzed: "There is no distinction between friend and foe, and the dead of the same kind are not spared. The first priority is to eat. These creatures are not for fighting, or even for reproduction, because they will eat the larvae of the same kind. These are not bugs. What the hell is it?"

Mi Sha turned her head and blinked blankly: "Is it just talking, but no one has made a move?" The brass dragon didn't make a move yet, is it its turn?

They are all strong, and if they mix with them, the Brass Dragon is definitely not as good as it looks on the surface, won't it make a move?

Then do you want to do it yourself? Stop it, I'm such a dish, I'm so ashamed and don't want to show my ugliness.

Just when Misha was tangled in her heart, the Ange Fort made a roar, and the compressed burst fireball made a roar of squeezing the air, and it felt like being squeezed out.

This greatly increased the speed of the fireball, and the explosion after hitting the target became more intense, causing the flea monster to retreat again and again, and was swallowed by the fireball while staggering. None of the flea monster could cross Ang's line of fire.

The big cat, which had been sitting on the door of the flash computer, suddenly stood up and jumped to the ground lightly and soundlessly.

Thank you for your tip of lemon mint with ice and less sugar.