After some deliberation among the four high-level legends, it was decided that the large army would stay here for the time being, and the White Dragon Lord and the Magellan knights would go out to find the tongue of questioning.

There should be no other high-level legends in this plane except for the lich in the White Bone Tower, and the White Dragon Lord and Magellan decided to act separately.

The Knight of Magellan led the Mage Theresa to the west, and the White Dragon Lord alone to the east.

In addition to the lich, there are other necromantic creatures in the necromantic plane, skeletons and zombies can be seen everywhere wandering aimlessly on the ground, translucent ghosts floating in the air a few meters above the ground, and occasionally intermediate undead such as skeleton knights can be seen.

These mid-level and low-level undead are not the target of the White Dragon Lord, it is looking for undead who are strong enough, at least at the master level, and this kind of undead usually has enough wisdom to know some information from the outside world.

Generally speaking, there is a powerful presence in the center of a territory, and the White Dragon Lord deduces the location of the leader of this area according to the strength distribution of the undead on the earth.

Soon, the White Dragon Lord saw a death knight riding on the Nightmare Warhorse, surrounded by dozens of mid-to-high-level undead like a moon of stars.

This is a master Death Knight!

After spotting a valuable target, the White Dragon Lord swooped down from the sky.

At the same time, ice poured out of thin air from the feet of all the undead, and the ice was like a growing plant, enveloping them before the undead could react, and the master death knight was also frozen, leaving only the upper half of his body exposed, looking around in horror.

The White Dragon Lord landed in front of the frozen Death Knight with a snap, the huge volume crushed more than a dozen frozen undead, and the ice wrapped in bones shattered to the ground, the White Dragon Lord ignored the ordinary undead, it looked down at the Death Knight and stretched out a dragon claw.

With a movement of his mind, the dragon's claw erupted with a terrifying suction, and the soul power like silver silk threads emerged from the frozen ordinary undead, and the soul power swirled and converged into a small ball in the heart of the white dragon lord's claw.

At this time, the Death Knight was the only one still alive among the dozens of undead, and even the Nightmare War Horse under its crotch was drained of its soul and turned into an empty shell.

The Death Knight was horrified in his heart, knowing that this was a great god that he could not provoke.

The White Dragon Lord sucked the pure soul power in his hand into his nose as he observed the Death Knight, and it saw fear in the Death Knight's eyes.

Very good!

Since there is such an emotion as fear, it means that the death knight in front of him has a certain amount of wisdom and can communicate.

"I ask!"

The White Dragon Lord didn't give the Death Knight time to react, and asked directly.

"Do you know the Tower of Bone?"

The voice of the White Dragon Lord carried a special magic power, and the magic power shocked the soul of the death knight, and the death knight suddenly woke up and nodded busily.

"Yes! Isaac! This is the abode of Isaac Hill, Lord of the World, Lord of the Lich, Lord of Death. ”

"Isaac Hill?!"

Only now did the White Dragon Lord know the name of the lich, and the White Dragon Lord muttered to himself.

"What a guy who doesn't know the sky. ”

Not to mention the Lord of the World, the White Dragon Lord sneered at Isaac's two titles of "Lich King" and "Lord of Death", and a high-level legend dared to call himself the Lich King and the Lord of Death?!

Not to mention those ancient lichs in the astral realm that have been hidden for hundreds of thousands of years, even the withering of the Dragon Cult is more than a cut away from Isaac.

Perhaps the lich has started to go mad, the White Dragon Lord thought.

"How much do you know about the Tower of Bones and Isaac?"

"Honorable Lord Dragon, I am of low strength, I only know that Lord Isaac is the master of this world, the Tower of Bones is its palace, and I don't know anything else. ”

The White Dragon Lord was just trying to ask, and it didn't expect to get high-value information from an ordinary death knight.

"In that direction is the nearest legendary powerhouse?"

The Death Knight turned his head to a towering mountain.

"It's in the Floating Mountains, that place is very hidden, and I'm willing to show you the way. ”

The White Dragon Lord couldn't help but glance at the Death Knight, but he didn't expect this Death Knight to be quite smart.

Originally, the white dragon planned to kill the death knight directly after asking the location of the legendary powerhouse, but now it has changed its mind, so that such a smart soul is suitable as a puppet soul.

"Good!"

The White Dragon Lord took out a transparent crystal and sucked the Death Knight's soul into it, planning to use it to create a puppet that could be used to direct the golem of mining.

As for leading the way?!

No, you don't!

All you need is an approximate direction!

The White Dragon Lord trusted his eyes more than the Death Knight, and it flapped its wings and flew towards the Floating Stygian Mountains.

Soul Vision!

In the vision of the White Dragon Lord, the world seems to be shrouded in a thin veil, and the soul in the body of the undead is like a firefly in the night, the stronger the soul, the greater the light, and the soul of the legendary powerhouse is as bright as a light bulb.

It didn't take long for the White Dragon Lord to discover his target.

For the undead of the legendary level, even the White Dragon Lord could not be too careless, it blessed itself with the magic of a hidden aura, and flew towards the target silently.

After a while, the White Dragon Lord saw his goal.

The target is a legendary-level banshee, a dark blue soul wandering through the valley, looking at the banshee's dress and pointed ears, it should be an elf in front of her.

Catching a glimpse of the ruins of buildings with elven features in the valley, the White Dragon Lord confirmed his guess.

The White Dragon Lord stopped flapping his wings and used flying techniques instead to reduce the movement generated by flying techniques, and quietly approached the banshee.

The banshee was unaware of the impending danger.

The White Dragon Lord waited until the distance was enough, and let out a roar at the leisurely wandering banshee.

Soul Breaker Roars!

Only then did the banshee discover the hidden white dragon, but it was too late to escape, and the banshee let out a piercing scream.

Banshee Howl!

The terrifying ring sound wave hit the banshee's body, and the banshee's breath suddenly decadent, suspended motionless in the air, and the soul-breaking roar was the soul magic adapted by the white dragon lord based on the banshee's howl, which had the effect of shocking the soul.

When the banshee was shocked, the genuine banshee's howl also hit the white dragon lord, but after knowing that the opponent was a banshee, how could the white dragon lord not be wary of the banshee's signature skill.

The banshee's howl rippled in circles over the White Dragon Lord's magical protection, and the incantation from the mouth of the unscathed White Dragon Lord was quickly recited.

Dementor Hand!

A large soul hand stretched out from the void, grabbed the banshee's soul body, and pulled it in front of the White Dragon Lord.

As a pure soul-like undead, the banshee has a strong soul and a natural resistance to soul magic, and she soon came to her senses and struggled in the hands of the soul.

The White Dragon Lord continued to input the power of the soul, the illusory soul hand became more and more condensed, and the banshee's struggle became stronger and more frenzied, scratching, biting, scratching, and pinching.

The banshee's scarlet eyes were like mad beasts.

Seeing this, the White Dragon Lord frowned, and this banshee seemed to be crazy.

The White Dragon Lord probed the banshee's soul body deeply and found that the death power in the banshee's body was seriously exceeded, and the consciousness had been polluted by the power of death.

It seems that this banshee has been around for a long time, and it may have been born when the lich destroyed the world.

Finally caught a legendary banshee, but unexpectedly, it was a madman who couldn't communicate, and the white dragon lord was planning to erase the will of the banshee and use it as the core of the legendary puppet.

Suddenly, the White Dragon Lord thought of Catwoman, maybe Catwoman had a way to restore the banshee's senses, and the White Dragon Lord took out a crystal bottle.

Bottle of Imprisoned Soul!

The Bottle of Imprisoned Souls is an alchemical item specially used to imprison souls, and after loading the banshee, the White Dragon Lord flew in the direction of the temporary camp.

All necromantic creatures will inevitably be eroded by the power of death, and high-level legends can only last longer, unless they break through high-level legends, and their strength is comparable to that of gods with weak divine power.

At this time, the undead are truly worthy of the title of "immortal".

Half an hour later, the White Dragon Lord returned to the camp.

"Master Hajar, I caught a legendary banshee, but it has been tainted by the power of death and has lost its mind. ”

"Oh?! ”

The White Dragon Lord took out the crystal bottle containing the banshee and placed it on the ground, this crystal bottle was made in the shape of the main body of the White Dragon Lord, much taller than Catwoman, who was one meter four tall.

Catwoman circles around the crystal bottle, observing the banshee slapping the crystal bottle.

"It's really rare, this banshee is indeed some years old, and her consciousness is almost worn out. ”

Losing her mind is the beginning of destruction, and it is indeed a miracle that this banshee has survived to the point where her consciousness is almost gone.

The White Dragon Lord remembered the valley where the banshee wandered, and there were some collapsed ruins in the valley, perhaps because of the nostalgia for his hometown, so that the crazy banshee did not leave the valley to die everywhere.

Priest Sirona, who was gathered around, spoke.

"Is there anything Master Hajar can do?"

A banshee who may have experienced the vicissitudes of the entire necromantic plane, if she can regain her senses, is a living fossil that can speak, which will greatly facilitate the next action.

Catwoman nodded.

"There is indeed a way, I can transform the power of death in the banshee's body into the power of life and reduce the concentration of the power of death, but this banshee will most likely not be able to bear the pain and collapse in the process of transformation. ”

Catwoman looked at the White Dragon Lord, after all, this was the trophy brought back by the White Dragon Lord, and the legendary-level banshee was not low.

"The master just has to do it, a legendary banshee. ”

A legendary banshee, the White Dragon Lord really doesn't take it to heart, and the soul cores of the eight diamond golems are made, all of them are legendary-level souls, huh...... , bought.

Seeing that the White Dragon Lord agreed, Catwoman nodded.

"Then please take out the banshee, Lord Amos, I can't do it through the crystal bottle. ”

The White Dragon Lord first stunned the banshee with a soul magic, then lifted the magic ban on the bottle stopper, opened the bottle cork, and took out the banshee with the soul dementor's hand.

Catwoman rests her paws on top of the struggling banshee's head, and the transformation begins.

The banshee suddenly screamed, and the struggle became even stronger, and the White Dragon Lord increased the output of soul power.

The life force is like poison to the undead, and it is offset by the power of death in the banshee's body, and if it weren't for Catwoman controlling the rhythm, the banshee's soul body would definitely collapse in an instant.

Taking into account the banshee's ability to bear, it can't be transformed too much at once, and the efficiency naturally slows down.

Little by little, time passed.

The banshee's struggle became less and less intense, and its screams were not as powerful as before, correspondingly, the concentration of death power in its body began to decrease, and the scarlet in its eyes gradually converged, regaining a trace of clarity.

"Who are you, and where am I?"

A female voice like a lark sounded in everyone's hearts, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the confusion in the banshee's eyes.

The banshee has regained her senses!

Catwoman wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, this transformation is like an operation, it only takes one knife to kill someone, but it takes a lot of knives to save a person, and the knife must have super high technical content, Catwoman is the main surgeon, and the consumption is naturally the largest.

The second is the White Dragon Lord, whose consumption is on the power of the soul, which is not visible on the surface.

The White Dragon Lord maintained the soul hand while answering the question that the banshee had just asked.

"I don't know where you are, but as for who we are, it's a bit complicated, and I can't say it all in a day. ”

"So, answer my question first, tell us what you know about the lich Isaac Hill. ”

Hearing Isaac Hill's name, the elven banshee was reminded of her past memories, and she suddenly became excited, her expression distorted, and her eyes burst with astonishing hatred, struggling violently in the hands of her soul.

The White Dragon Lord explained as he stabilized his soul's hand to prevent the banshee from acting aggressively.

"Calm down! We have come to trouble Isaac Hill and avenge your world. ”

When the banshee heard this, the strength of the struggle weakened, and the anger and surprise turned on her face, and she asked excitedly.

"Really?!Are you really here to avenge our world?"

Actually, we're just here to grab Isaac's territory.

But looking at the banshee's expectant eyes, the White Dragon Lord couldn't say anything.

"Yes! Isaac must die!"

The White Dragon Lord said categorically.

The banshee's mood gradually stabilized, and she quickly thought about the cause and effect of the matter, after all, she was also a big man of the elf clan before her death, and she was just unable to think rationally under the emotion before.

The White Dragon Lord lied to it, but it didn't care, because the White Dragon Lord had a sentence that didn't lie to it: Isaac must die!

That's enough!

"Let go of me. ”

"Yes, but you have to promise not to run away. ”

"Rest assured, I will never leave you until I see Isaac die. ”

At the mention of Isaac, the hatred that radiates from the banshee is like the sea.

Thinking about it, the White Dragon Lord let go of the banshee.

The banshee stood on the ground, first looked at her current appearance, a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes, and then she put away her sadness, and bowed slightly to everyone with her skirt up.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen from the other world, I am the Moon Elf, Heloise Percy. ”

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Chapter 300: The Moon Elf Banshee