I don't know how they flew - three dragons with only skeletons left were flying in the direction of Loria. ````

Closer, Loria saw that their bones were covered with ice spikes, and the two larger ones were fifty or sixty meters long, and they lowered their altitude as they flew across the river, and grabbed the broken and large boxes made by the undead full of the undead, and did not care that most of them were shaken into the river, and threw the undead onto the delta before heading straight for Tyrande.

Compared to the previous two, the remaining Frost Bone Dragon was very small, it was only more than ten meters long, and it was not a giant dragon compared to its other two companions...... Once the undead have captured the bones of the dragons, they are preserved and transported to a place known as the 'Burial Place', which is full of lich spells, and after a series of complex and costly magical rituals, the bones of these dragons are awakened, and their false and broken soul fragments are filled with anger and hatred for the living like the other undead...... In this way, they became the Lich's most powerful fighting tools.

This 'small' frost dragon must have been very young when it died...... It seemed to like Loria's appearance, and swooped straight towards the pink-haired Lori, spewing out a large gulp of frozen breath full of passionate feelings.

Loria immediately misted and fled, but when she reappeared, she was still hit - the frost dragon didn't aim seriously at all, but it made Loria, who had a dodge extinction, miserable, and she and Ben couldn't dodge in the face of a wide range of attacks.

Her arm was lightly grazed by the freezing breath, and it was immediately frozen.

Inadvertently looking down at her unconscious arm, Loria felt that it looked a little like frozen meat in the cold storage, stiff and cold, and covered in ice slag.

In such a stunned effort, she missed the opportunity to escape, and more and colder breaths smashed down her head and face, and Loria soon lost her athletic ability, and her whole body was frozen in place.

The Frost Dragon's breath doesn't just freeze people, they also deal magical damage.

If a human being takes a bite in the face, I am afraid that it will not escape the fate of death...... Of course, Loria is a little different.

For a moment, Loria thought that she was going to die and ascend to heaven.

Freezing in ice and dying or something wasn't what she wanted, but it barely fit her aesthetic - at least it was much, much better than being torn apart by the undead.

The burning stinging pain in her skin brought Loria back to her senses, she was fine, but she was covered in a layer of ice, unable to move.

Loria, who doesn't know much about herself, has not been bombarded by magic since she became a vampire, because she doesn't know that she has a high resistance to ice magic - and the resistance will fluctuate with the vampire's stage, one is generally high, two is very high, and three is enough to resist most ice magic damage.

With such a strong physique, she will naturally pay a corresponding price, and her fire resistance will also decrease with the increase of the stage, one stage is generally low, the second stage is very low, and the third stage is enough to make any small fireball from the mage apprentice that hits her hit the legendary great mage's flame explosion technique.

Although natural fire does not inflict countless times more damage on Loria, since becoming a vampire, she has become afraid of fire, presumably because she is vaguely aware of her weakness.

By the way, she was even more afraid of some pink-haired warlock who had gone off the rails and ruined the genre...... All in all, fortunately, Loria is not facing a black dragon, otherwise she would really have to ascend to heaven in one shot.

As if sensing that Loria was still alive, the Frost Dragon descended from the sky, raised its claws and slapped at the Xiaoice in front of him.

It succeeded, shattering the ice that had frozen Loria with a single blow, and dozens of ghouls that had been thrown to the other side swarmed up, pushing and grabbing each other for the delicious food on the ground.

The reason why ghouls are called ghouls is that they really eat corpses.

But when they grabbed the broken Xiaoice on the ground, they found that there was nothing inside.

Loria had long since misted and flashed, the Frost Dragon's breath hadn't completely encased her in the ice, and there was still a small gap in her back—as long as there was a little gap, nothing could stop Loria from turning into mist.

"Tsk, if it weren't for those damn ghouls, Miss Loria would have tried to slay dragons today. ”

It's definitely not because I'm afraid! I'm just disgusted with unfair duels! Loria, who decided to slow down the dragon-slaying feat for a while, muttered to herself as she fled.

She turned her head to see that the stupid dragon was still in a daze on the shore, not even realizing that she had fled into the woods, it wagged its tail leisurely, it was not in a hurry to besiege Tyrande, and naturally it did not bother to look down to check if the tiny enemy was really dead, who would have thought that Loria had a high level of willful ice resistance - even she herself had just learned about it.

Ignoring the undead behind her, Loria decided that it would be better to hug Tyrande's thighs, even if the two larger, more terrifying frost dragons were over there, and she had unwarranted confidence in Tyrande.

On the way, she meets Alice, who is wandering in the woodland...... With a smile on his face, he looked like he was amazing.

Without slowing down, Loria grabbed Alice and ran, not even listening to what she had to say.

As far as she reached the north shore, she saw that Tyrande was barely coping with the attack of the natural disaster, and the homemade arrows that were originally piled up under her feet were now only a few sparse ones, and the undead on the opposite bank never broke through Tyrande's defense, but the two frost dragons in the sky caused her great trouble.

Tyrande still had to spare time to bless himself with shield spells, a frost dragon missing a front paw, presumably too close and being taught a lesson by the priestess, and now, hovering at a safe distance, constantly spitting cold breath at Tyrande on the ground, draining her mana.

Loria's arrival kept Tyrande even busier, and despite the fancy of the pink-haired Lori yelling 'let them squirt, Miss Ben isn't afraid of the cold', Tyrande insisted on blessing her with a shield spell.

Loria felt a little uncomfortable, she was standing less than two meters away from Tyrande, but she couldn't help anything, she felt like she was a burden.

Tyrande ran out of arrows, and the undead from the south bank chased after them, and the ghouls who crossed the river from the chain seized the opportunity to weaken their attack and finally got ashore.

The High Priestess of the Night Elves chanted a prayer and began to attack the Scourge with divine spells, but they could not stop their onslaught, and the undead surrounded them in an instant.

As if to give up resistance, Tyrande stopped chanting, and she closed her eyes as if accepting her fate.

……

The starry night sky became brighter, and even the number of stars increased, and they slid down from the sky and into the earth with their beautiful blue-purple tails.

They are not really stars.

Its name is Elune's Wrath