"He can't die anyway. Hearing Muria's muttering, Barbossa turned his head to look at him and replied with a nonchalant attitude, "It's a big deal, just let him come back to life again." ”

"And I have no responsibility to help him with the trouble he has provoked. ”

"Don't worry, our goal is only to capture Bertlyan, not to interfere with your necromantic council's actions, and after Bertlion is captured, we will all leave. A crystal dragon listened to Barbossa's words and gave a very clear answer.

The many metal dragons were silent and didn't say much, although they were very unaccustomed to the cruelty of the Necromantic Council to replenish cannon fodder by slaughtering a country, but for the sake of a group of humans, they were not willing to go to war with these Necromantic Councils.

After all, the Necronomicon Council has been around for nearly 100,000 years, and with the fact that the undead lich of their council cannot be completely exterminated, God knows how deep the foundation they have accumulated over such a long period of time.

In fact, if Bertline hadn't gone too far, the dragons wouldn't have pursued him so desperately.

"Hmm. Barbossa very readily informed the Elder Dragons of Bertrline's location, and then said something that left Muria dumbfounded:

"When you capture that guy from Bertrline, he'll definitely send us a distress signal, and according to the rules of the council, after receiving a distress signal from a council member, we must go to the rescue.

But don't worry, although we will all pass, we will not do our best, you can just send a few ancient dragons out to fight us, and help us deal with the council's rules. ”

"It's just your thoughts, how can you be sure that the other undead are thinking the same way as you?" questioned one of the Topaz Dragons.

"I will convince them with my prestige. Seeing the obvious distrust of the ancient dragons, Barbossa added, "The last time you hunted down Barbossa, many members of our council helped stop us, but after Bertrline's resurrection, they refused to pay us for their actions.

So, this time, you hunt him down, and none of the councillors will help him. Hmph, if you don't give benefits, even if you have a brain pump, you won't help him block the knife. ”

"I see!" Hearing this, the ancient dragons glanced at each other, almost relieved, but they didn't completely let their guard down, what if it was the Necromantic Council that played a conspiracy?

"Burtrline is stupid! Fiona, the green dragon who had always followed Muria, couldn't help but sarcastically say when she heard Barbossa's words, "This kind of person has become a legendary lich!"

"You can't say that, if you put Bertlion in the position of the year, you can understand his seemingly short-sighted approach!" Hearing Fiona's words, Kaslana smiled, "Back then, Bertrlane angered the dragon god and the three dragon kings, and sent ancient dragons to this end, beyond his imagination, basically blocking all the reinforcements from the Necromantic Council.

From Bertrline's point of view, when a group of ancient dragons chased him, none of the members of the Necromantic Council showed up to help him, and after he was resurrected, there was a group of legendary lichs and necromancers who asked him for compensation on the grounds of reinforcements, do you think he would give it?"

"Let's go, go and arrest Bertlane, the most heinous of the criminals. A few of you, come over with us!" An ancient silver dragon that had shrunk in size tore through the space with a wave of its claws, and then beckoned to Muria and the other four dragons.

......

In the sky above a city that was already full of undead, a ghost dragon surrounded by pure death qi and surrounded by the ghostly qi of the forest opened its upper and lower jaws without the slightest flesh and blood, "Ang!" let out a tyrannical dragon roar that ordinary humans could not hear.

On the back of this ghost dragon with tyranny, madness, death, despair, calamity, and many other negative aura, a lich wearing a noble black high hat, a pure black dress, and holding a cane stood proudly.

The skull, which was also shining, looked down on the hell below, and every time I saw the remnants of the human beings in such a city being found by the undead, brutally tortured, and then stood up and became one of them.

In his skull, the soul fire couldn't help but tremble slightly, which was a manifestation of excitement: "Only death is eternal!"

"Why don't I feel right?" pondered Burtrline as he watched once more of a businessman hiding in the basement with his family and guards being found by wandering ghouls, gnawing into a pile of bones amid the screams.

This time he did not feel the slightest joy because of such a "beautiful view" below, and the surging spiritual power of Pengbai poured out of the fire of his soul, enveloping the city that belonged to a marquis of the Kingdom of Bavaria, carefully probing every corner of the space, trying to find the source of his unease.

"What is it that makes me so uneasy?" After the investigation was fruitless, Bertline turned over and took out a crystal ball and began to divinate his fate, as a lich with no lifespan, the long years allowed him to learn a lot, "There are more than a dozen councillors around me, and the eyes of the lord are also watching here. ”

"Bang!" Bertlane, who had just begun to divinate his own good fortune, the crystal ball in his hand exploded into a pile of powder in an instant after flashing a picture.

"Dragon scales!" Bertline stared at the crystal powder remaining on the bone palm, recalling the picture he had just seen, which was neatly arranged, and there were faint mysterious natural lines flashing on the scales, "It's the scales of the golden dragon, are the dragons here again?"

"Boom!" the aura of death, which was so thick that it was almost substantial, poured out from his body, and around the ghost dragon beneath his feet, three ghost dragons, and more than twenty bone dragons let out a silent long groan—without flesh and blood, they could no longer emit the roar of a real dragon.

"A lich has betrayed me!" Bertline waved his staff, and behind him a white skeleton appeared, in which countless undead wandered half-plane phantoms, and then some of them gradually solidified - he was hooking up his own half-plane, summoning his own army of undead.

In a few breaths, a corner of Bertlane's half-plane merged with the space he was currently in, and a spatial door up to a hundred meters high took shape, and the dead qi of the decaying undead gushed out......

From other perspectives, a towering gate of white bones appeared behind Bertrline, and then a mighty army of the undead poured out of it.

Each undead released an aura that made ordinary people tremble, because the space of the half-plane was limited, so the undead who were accepted into the half-plane by Bertrline were carefully selected by him, and each one had the potential to continue to advance.

Above this white bone gate, one after another bone dragons and ghost dragons fluttered their wings and flew out......