The ancient dragons besieging Bryant produced huge power fluctuations, and as time went by, more and more legendary necromancers were attracted by the fluctuations of the battle, and the battle of nearly forty legends, this scale, this level of battle fluctuations, for the nearby powerhouses, it was like a second sun appeared in the sky, and it was difficult not to pay attention.

And every time a legendary necromancer arrives, an ancient dragon is forced to leave the battlefield and intercept it. Even if these legendary undead were all planning to come over to paddle, their very existence had already restrained the combat power of the ancient dragons.

But, fortunately, not only the Necromantic Council has support, but also the ancient dragons, who have torn through space from other subcontinents, crossed hundreds of millions of miles, and then found this place through the messages left by the first batch of ancient dragons.

However, due to time and distance constraints, only three Elder Dragons have found this place to support the first batch of Elder Dragons.

Fortunately for the dragon, because he had always maintained an absolutely crushing attack on Bryant, this once fierce and powerful great lich was now very miserable, and the ten legendary necromantic dragons he had worked so hard to refine had been destroyed by the ancient dragons.

This made Bertlion so angry and heartbroken that the fire of his soul was trembling, and almost all of his belongings were smashed on the Necromantic Dragon Legion, so when the councilors of the same organization asked him for payment, he couldn't take it.

As for the other option, use the undead dragon to pay off the debt - impossible, dream, don't think about it, even if he is killed, he will not give up the undead dragon he has worked so hard to refine.

His love for dragons, or rather for necromantic dragons, had reached a point of extreme pathological distortion. So now, he is not only suffering greatly physically, but also suffering greatly in his soul.

He watched his hard work being shattered, but he was helpless, he couldn't beat it, and it was useless to be angry.

What made him tremble even more was that the legendary necromancers who he expected to come to the rescue and help him were all blatantly paddling and couldn't do anything.

The first legendary resentful spirit to come to the battlefield with a wave of resentful spirits, after swallowing the ancient silver dragon, there was no movement directly, and no fluctuations in the battle came out.

The second legendary dark knight who came to support didn't hit the topaz ancient dragon with a single move, and he was obviously faking a fight, was this when he was blind?

The same is true for the third suture corpse......

Although this kind of behavior of not being able to do anything made Breant tremble with anger, they all dragged an ancient dragon to relieve the pressure for him and breathe a sigh of relief.

But when the ninth legendary lich arrived, something happened that made him vomit blood in anger - Bryant swore that if he still had life and flesh and blood, he would definitely vomit blood in anger.

...... The ninth to feel the fluctuations of the battle came to his aid, a lich, a traditional lich who was not as special as Bryant and Barbossa, and his army of the undead was a normal lich in the traditional configuration...... Skeletons, Wraiths, Ghouls, Abominations, Dark Knights, Gargoyles...... All kinds of undead are available.

When the traditional Great Lich arrives on the battlefield, just as an ancient dragon prepares to leave the battlefield to intercept it.

The first Legendary Wraith to arrive sent a plea for help to the Legendary Lich, yes, for help.

"Yalman, this ancient silver dragon is too strong, I can't hold it anymore, come and help me!" The soul voice that had no lower limit echoed on the battlefield, and along with it, there was an extremely exaggerated scream.

On the battlefield, even the undead who are beginning to gain wisdom know that the screams are fake. However, the legendary Great Lich who came to the aid believed it.

"Guderian, you hold on, I'll support you. The Great Lich Quack grinned, and led his army of undead to rush into the still, glowing green tide of wraiths, and vanished.

And then there was no then...... Originally, when the ancient golden dragon Jarvis saw this situation, he turned around and wanted to leave the battlefield and rush into the tide of resentful spirits to support the ancient silver dragon.

But as soon as he was halfway there, Jarvis seemed to have received the summons from the ancient silver dragon, and flew back to the battlefield, continuing to catch a legendary bone dragon hammer - it was about to be blown up.

Next, there are more and more legendary necromancers arriving on the battlefield, but they have formed a tacit understanding, every time a new legendary undead arrives, there will immediately be a legendary necromancer who is paddling to ask for help, saying that I can't beat it anymore, I will be killed by the ancient dragon, hurry up and help me and so on.

And the legendary necromancer who was asked for help saw that it was actually Bertlyan, who was beaten by a group of ancient dragons, who was in debt and did not pay his debts, and immediately understood it, and ran to the side to "support" those companions who were about to be "killed", and blatantly paddled the water.

Or that sentence, no relatives, no reason, and no benefit, who will help you resist the knife, why?

Bryant was struggling to survive under the siege of the Elder Dragons, and he had seen that the legends of the Necronomicon Council would not help him.

Even the big man who was optimistic about him, the ghost lord Barcelomu, couldn't be trusted, just above the sky, the two breaths that flashed and made him tremble, made him understand that the king of the dragon clan had also made a move, so he didn't have to expect anyone to save him.

"Do you have to rely on self-explosion to escape?" Brookant hesitated as the soul fire flickered in the crystal snow-white skull where a crack had appeared.

But at this moment, at the edge of the battlefield in this area, the space cracked, and a kilometer-long ghost ironclad ship sailed out first. Afterwards, followed by hundreds of ghost ships of different sizes and styles, between the ships, gray and black undead ghost fog filled, and among them, there were stout black qi like pythons flowing between the ghost ships.

On the bow of the ironclad at the head, a large lich wearing a triangular captain's hat stands with a sword on his shoulder, as if he were a pirate king across the ocean.

"Barbossa, save me!" Seeing this 10,000-year-old lich, Bryant seemed to see the hope of escaping, and immediately sent him a distress message, "As long as you can temporarily hold off these ancient dragons and let me escape from here, I will give you half of my undead dragon legion." ”

Barbossa glanced up at the sky, not at Bryant, but at a higher position.

Then, his gaze shifted to the pitiful six legendary necromantic dragons beside Bryant.

Finally, he looked down at the largest battlefield in the region, and saw Muria slaughtering in all directions.

"I found a powerful ancient dragon with a hidden aura, I'll help you drag that ancient dragon first, I don't have time to help you for the time being, you can hold it on your own first!"