While Richard was eating nonsense, he told the trip with oil and vinegar. He is already very good at telling stories, and the material is really rich, so he can't stop the car with one mouth.

Starting with the Blood Knights in the town and the dazzling attack and defense outside Winterfell, everyone present was automatically attracted to it. When the plot progressed to the night full of undead in the city, everyone had quieted down and listened intently. Speaking of the appearance of the undead dragon, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and the large dining hall was so quiet that it was audible that almost everyone subconsciously held their breath.

Only a few rabbit maids who stood behind him pinched his shoulders and beat his back, covering their mouths from time to time and screaming again and again, as if they were raising a room of canaries, and they made people's hearts itch, as if a feather was scratching.

So the lord said in the most showy and solemn tone, in the end, how Qiqiu transformed into him, how he turned the tide, and how he killed the undead dragon in full view.

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

"I got this too. Richard pulled a hard stone out of his pocket and threw it on the table. Illuminated by the lights of the hall, this "stone" shimmers with an amber-like sparkle.

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

In the transparent crystal, a miniature dragon was sleeping coiled. Awakened by the vibration of his surroundings, he straightened up and opened his mouth to yawn.

"It's Long Jing. The lord nodded at Anne, briefly explained the ins and outs, and then whistled at Thutmose in the dragon crystal: "Come, quickly make a trick for everyone." ”

Thutmose raised his head, looked at Richard and sighed very humanly, after all, form is stronger than human, and it is obviously meaningless to entangle the dignity of the dragon at the moment. So he opened his mouth and blew hard, and the dragon's breath blurted out.

"It's amazing enough, his current essence should be closer to the undead than to the soul. Buckland watched in amazement at the scene in front of him, and there were probably few people in the past who had ever had the opportunity to see a dragon take the initiative to perform a trick - although this dragon's breath was not much stronger than a matchhead.

"Undead?" Lord Lord, putting down the dining knife, had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and said to Thutmose in the dragon crystal, "Your previous body is still there, can you drive it?"

The dragon remains have been brought back to the Alpine Fort, and the remains of this top-level magical creature will not easily decay even if they are left for half a year. If Thutmose can turn the dragon skeleton back into an undead dragon, wouldn't the lord be able to ride the Necro Dragoon full-time from now on?

"No, my soul power is too weak to support such a large body......" Thutmose saw the growing disappointment on the face of the Lord of Alpine Fort, and made up his mind, "But if it's a little smaller, it's fine." ”

He actually took the initiative to get out of the dragon crystal and rushed into the pile of leftover chicken bones on the table. Then the pile of bones began to surge and gather as if they had life, and the broken joints were reassembled, and the minor damage was also repaired, and it became a complete chicken skeleton. Then he flapped his wings and flew up, circling the chandelier over the dining table.

This chicken bone still has uneaten shredded meat on it, and the tooth marks on the thigh bone are clearly visible, and it looks like it is trembling to the extreme. But the flying posture is so soothing and surging, it is a hundred times more calm than the white swan, and it is completely the elegance that only appears in the beautiful dreams of the girl in the boudoir.

A table of people looked up and looked stunned, feeling that life was too wonderful.

"Thankfully, Richard gnawed the bones carefully. Anne covered her mouth and burst out laughing. If you use Gunther's leftover bones, you won't be able to spell anything, because there are too many missing parts.

"This is still very practical, and it can be used on the battlefield, huh...... Scout chickens. ”

"Yes, my lord is wise. Thutmose nodded as he flew, looking as if he were rightful and honored.

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

Generally speaking, communication must be verbal, and it must first be transformed from spirit to sound, and then from sound to spirit. If there is a problem in any link in between, the whole chain cannot go smoothly.

The so-called mental communication omits the intermediary link, and uses the spirit to directly connect with the spirit, so there is no need to worry about factors such as language barriers, words that do not reach the meaning, environmental noise, etc., and the efficiency is naturally more than one and a half points higher.

According to magical terminology, this act of cutting away the chaff and going straight to the essence is called "sacrificing the elephant".

Mental communication can discard all unnecessary factors, and it can be said that there are almost no shortcomings, but the threshold for use is terrifyingly high. At present, except for a very small number of demonic beasts who have mastered this unique skill by relying on their talents, I have not heard that human mages can also reproduce it.

"It's an instinct as a high-level undead creature. Thutmose landed on the table, his head held high, his breath in spirit.

"Oh. Richard sneered, stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers, and the skeleton chicken immediately couldn't bear to scatter into broken bones, "But Elder Buckland, how did you find out about this?"

Even if the essence of mental communication and verbal communication are completely different, it is often difficult to detect them if you do not pay special attention. Because most people will be limited by the inertia of thinking, and regard the mental power fluctuations in their minds as the words they hear in their ears.

The lord felt that this must be because Buckland, as a naturalist, was well-informed and thoughtful. Conclusions reached through careful observation, bold assumptions, and careful verification. The reason why he deliberately asked the question was to knock on Thutmose. Let him know that Alpine Fort is not an uninformed wilderness bun, and he will be less cautious in the future.

"Because I've been listening to you lately, I can't hear you speak. But he spoke very clearly, so he felt that something was wrong. The old white tiger clasped his ears vigorously as he spoke, "It seems that the earwax is blocked, and I have to dig out the ...... when I turn around" "......"

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

"Dragon Crystal is the lifeblood of Thutmose, and if he is not nourished by the Origin, he will soon dissipate. ”

Richard put the hedron aside, and the dragon soul matter was over temporarily. He cleared his throat, and no one in the dining hall hurriedly took two mouthfuls of food, leaving only a few cores sitting on chairs and not moving.

"There's one more thing. The lord's voice was much quieter, and his expression suddenly became very strange. His eyes flashed with excitement that wasn't too big to see the excitement, but he tried to suppress it with rare effort.

"No outsiders, said. "The old white tiger is very bold in making decisions.

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

The man was wearing a long hood, a mask over his face, gloves of course not falling, and no skin on his body was exposed. If it weren't for the lord himself taking him, it would never have been possible to put him in the dining hall.

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

"This, this is Dracula...... Buckland could barely believe his eyes. I took off my tortoiseshell glasses and wiped them twice, then put them back on the bridge of my nose, and a pair of small mung bean eyes stared straight at each other.

"It's me. Richard tugged at his hair, his expression extremely complicated.