Amos crawled out of the ground with difficulty, his white scales turned red, and the whole dragon was steaming like a crayfish that had just come out of the pot, and it lay on the ground, opening its mouth and spitting out a mouthful of dirt, and at the same time a puff of white smoke came out of its throat.

Phew!

Amos was afraid, almost Game Over, fortunately there was a system, in a short period of time to analyze the way to escape from death, Amos in the time of being pressed by the skeleton, crazy use of fossils as mud, successfully hidden in the ground several meters deep.

Still, the sound and vibration of the explosion could not be avoided, and its head was still a mess, and the scorching heat had almost baked it.

But it didn't make direct contact with the fireball, and the dragon's scales were extremely defensive.

So don't look at its embarrassed appearance now, some people believe it when it says that it is a red dragon, but except for a little concussion and a little dizzy head, it has not suffered any other substantial damage.

The old shaman looked at the white dragon in disbelief, and suddenly, its complexion changed, its body fell down, and the muscles that had been bulging began to slowly shrink and become smaller, and the wrinkled skin was attached to the gradually shrinking muscles.

Damn it!

No time!

The old shaman covered his chest in pain, gritted his teeth, and took advantage of Amos's stunned moment, the skull of the staff in his hand broke away from the body of the staff and flew out silently, and the skeleton opened its jaw wide and bit Amos.

Willy spotted the flying skull, blocked in front of his brother, and the tail was rounded, hitting the skull and sending it flying.

At the moment of contact, the skull bit Willy's tail, and in front of the skeleton's miserable white teeth, Willy's hard dragon scales were like papier-mâché, and the skull flew out with large pieces of flesh and blood.

Hearing his brother's muffled snort of pain, Amos finally came to his senses, and looked up just in time to see the old shaman holding the skull staff, turning and running towards the city.

Escaped?

No way!

Amos overturned his conjecture, and before he had time to think about it, he quickly got up and chased after the old shaman, who had a hunch that the old shaman still had the means to turn the tables.

Willy and Elena followed their brother after him, but Willy didn't go far before he fell to the ground in the dust.

Elena quickly stopped to check, only to see that the flesh and blood on the wound of Willy's skull bite had turned black, and the ominous gray and white lines spread like a living thing, spreading to the four wounds.

"Curse?!"

Willy lay on the ground weakly, his body trembling slightly, he clenched his teeth in pain, and his throat let out a muffled grunt.

Seeing this, Elena hurriedly cast a spell to help Willy suppress the curse, Amos glanced back at the painful Willy, anger ignited from the bottom of his heart, squeezed his physical strength, and continued to chase, it now wanted to swallow the old shaman alive.

Big size meant big steps, and Amos was soon not far from the old shaman, who jumped up on his feet, raised his neck, and opened his mouth wide to bite the old shaman's head.

The old shaman flashed sideways into the path between the houses on the side, and Amos exerted too much force, and the thirteen-meter-long giant beast smashed through several ogre earthen houses, and a large cloud of smoke and dust rose up.

The dragon's tail swayed outside the smoke and slammed into the direction of the old shaman, and after a loud bang, a row of houses collapsed.

Amos lifted his massive head and poked his head out of the dust, and the old shaman had disappeared from view.

Amos shook his wings and soared into the sky, the wind flapping his wings blowing away the smoke and dust from the collapse of the house, revealing the ruins below.

In the sky, Amos looked down at the city below, the army was still fighting together, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the houses next to the battlefield had become a ruin, affected by the scattered magical flames, the whole city was full of black smoke, and the air was filled with a choking smell of burning.

The sky was wide open, and Amos soon spotted the figure of the old shaman, but there were three identical old shamans, walking through the streets and alleys, running in different directions under the cover of the house.

Mirror image!

"Scan!"

After several years of growth, Amos's mental power has increased greatly, and now the range of mental power has reached 50 meters, and when the spiritual power is released in one direction, the scanning distance is up to 150 meters, and the safety time of the wartime auxiliary mode has also been extended a lot.

However, after such a long battle, the safe time of the combat assist mode has long since expired, and Amos's mental power is exhausted, and it forcibly endures the head that is about to explode, squeezes its potential, and forcibly lets the system scan.

Finally, Amos found some clues, the old shaman was very cunning, and the body blessed the stealth technique, running in front of a doppelganger, confirming the wise saying that the most dangerous place is the safest place.

It's a pity that this famous saying doesn't work in front of hanging B.

Amos pretended not to know, and flew towards the clone closest to the old shaman's real body, and with one claw, the clone disappeared.

The old shaman's heart was slightly relieved, and he deceived it.

Amos feigned rage, roared and flew into the sky, rushing towards the clone behind the old shaman's body, the air gliding over the scales, and the whining of the wind in his ears.

As he approached the clone, Amos suddenly accelerated, leapfrogging the clone and grabbing at the invisible old shaman.

Not good!

The old shaman turned around and threw out the skull staff in his hand, and the skull staff turned into a 5-meter-tall skeleton from his hand, and he opened his arms to Amos.

Amos wondered: how could an ogre shaman be all necromantic equipment?!

It didn't have time to think about it, it had a skeleton hanging from its body, and it continued to move forward, the dragon's claws grasping at the old shaman who had turned around.

The old shaman was hit hard, raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, flying upside down, the aura on his body suddenly weakened, and his appearance became even older.

It slammed into the wall of the house next to it, and stood up with difficulty, the dragon's claws left three blood marks on its body, from the lute bone to the abdomen, almost disemboweling the old shaman, and blood gushed out of the wound.

The old shaman trembled his hands and summoned a second-order ghost wolf that was one size smaller, and the whole person lay on the back of the giant wolf, and the ghost wolf took its master and rushed towards the center of the city without concealment.

Amos, who was entangled by the skeleton, was about to chase after him, and the skeleton bit Amos's neck, and the white dragon lord hurriedly supported the skeleton's head with his front paws.

Amos finally took off the skull's head, stomped on the skull, tore off the white bone arm that was still holding him, and threw it to the ground.

With a shock of his wings, he rose into the air and continued to chase after the old shaman, but unfortunately it was too late.

The wolf took the old shaman and ran to his destination, the altar in the center of the city.

The old shaman placed Willy's flesh on the platform at the top of the altar and sat down, its back against the cold rock of the altar, clutching the Caucasus skull with one hand and the wound on his chest with the other, blood draining through his fingers.

The old shaman gasped, his eyes were unwavering, and he looked at the white dragon in the air that was getting closer and closer.

Amos looked at the altar below, mixed feelings.

The white dragon used a curse against Gulgaru in the morning, and at noon the old shaman threatened himself with a curse in turn.

O Present World!

Amos fell in the square in front of the altar, and things got to such a point that Amos calmed down.

It also looked calmly at the old shaman on the altar, the old shaman was now back to his original appearance, skinny, sunken eyes, blood with vitality, constantly draining from its body, if not treated in time, it would definitely not live for an hour.

"White Dragon, truce, sign a contract!"

The old shaman took out a blank piece of paper, wrote words with magic power, and sent the contract to the white dragon with magic.