Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Just get out of the way, I'm going to come in. ”

Madolan: "....... ”

The gray dwarf looked at the white dragon that entered through the wall, and felt that the hope of revenge was a little greater.

"It's Lord Dragon, I don't know how I should cooperate with you. ”

Amos turned mud into stone and repaired the wall.

"You just have to stay and don't make a sound. ”

Advanced Transfiguration: Concealment!

After a cloud of smoke, Amos took on the form of Madoram, with a large garlic nose, sunken eye sockets, a thick gray beard, and thick limbs.

It's ugly!

But in order to get close to the MONOCULUS Tyrant, Amos decided to endure it, and after these few days of observation, it found that the MONOCULUS Tyrant, as if he was devouring the gray dwarf with a vengeance, fixed and fixed, one a day.

So, it thought of a good way to get close to the MONOCULUS Tyrant, and that was to steal the beam and prepare a huge surprise for the MONOCULUS Tyrant.

Afternoon.

Madolan, who had been blessed with stealth by the white dragon, stood in the corner of the cell, watching the imposter being taken away by the guards, and silently prayed to the god of gray dwarves in her heart, praying that the white dragon's plan would be a complete success.

The imposter was caught between four gray dwarf guards, two in front and two behind, and climbed the stairs and through the temple to finally meet his target.

Originally belonged to the throne of the gray dwarf prince, but at this time sat a terrible ball of flesh, the skin of the ball was dark red, the front was a huge eye, under the eyes closed an exaggerated mouth, twenty tentacles on the body, unconsciously swinging, the small eyeballs at the end of the tentacles, turning and looking around.

MONOCULUS Tyrant - Kesmitz looked at the gray dwarf brought in by the guards, and it cracked open a large mouth full of fangs.

"Look, Soris, because of your stubbornness, your people are one less and now, if you submit to me, you can save this poor creature. ”

A steel mold suspended in mid-air immediately swung and the chains clicked.

"Don't you think! The descendants of Nodemar will never give in! You #¥...... ≈ap;！”

Listening to the unbearable curses, the Demon Eye Tyrant was also a little annoyed, the gray dwarf prince - Sores is only weaker than himself, and he is strong-willed, and has good spiritual magic resistance, he is a newcomer, he can't forcibly control him at all, he can only continue to torture him, intending to slowly break down the gray dwarf's psychological defense.

But I don't want to, this gray dwarf's brain is harder than a stone, half a year has passed, nothing has changed, not to mention, but the mouth is getting more and more smelly, although the demon-eye tyrant doesn't care about his mother and relatives at all, but the dwarf's scolding still makes it feel irritable.

Psychic Shock!

"Ahhh

Listening to the screams of the dwarven prince, the MONOCULUS tyrant was in a much better mood, and looking at the gray dwarf prisoner brought up by the soldiers, it was in an even better mood, and it opened its terrible bloody mouth and stretched out its slender and indescribable tongue.

The Demon-Eye Tyrant's voice was tinged with a hint of seduction: "Come! Come, you will be honored to be one with the great Ksmitz." ”

Hearing this, the gray dwarf prisoner slowly moved towards the demon-eye tyrant on the throne, his eyes struggling violently, but he couldn't control his body.

The Demon-Eye Tyrant's cracked mouth curved slightly, and he laughed silently, and what he liked most was to watch the food struggle in front of its eyes, but it couldn't resist the pitiful appearance, so that it could feel that its power was so powerful.

Suddenly, the grey dwarf broke free from his charm, pulled a spoon from his waist, and roared at the MONOCULUS tyrant on the throne.

The MONOCULUS Tyrant smiled even more, the Grey Dwarves already had good resistance to spiritual magic, and the charm it used was not very strong, so it was particularly easy to break free, and this was not the first time that such a thing had happened.

But it's better that way, how boring it would be if every meal was so boring, wouldn't it?

When these poor reptiles rushed to the great Kermitz and saw the hope of success, the great Kemitz completely suppressed it with absolute power.

Watching the prey fall from the paradise of hope to the hell of despair, that incomparable expression of despair, is so fascinating to Kemitz.

When the grey dwarf rushed in front of him, the MONOCLOCUS Tyrant unleashed a terrifying mental shock.

To his horror, the Kermitz found that the invincible mental attack had no effect.

With the Caucasus skull, Amos was immune to the mental impact of the MONOCULUS tyrant, and at the same time, he dissolved the transfiguration spell, and turned from a harmless gray dwarf into a terrifying dragon with a thud.

Without any intention of communication, the ice-blue light spread upwards from the white dragon's abdomen, quickly passed through the neck, and the dragon's breath that froze all things, erupted from the white dragon's open mouth, and pasted on the terrified eyes of the Demon-Eye Tyrant.

The MONOCULUS Tyrant was instantly enveloped in ice, but the White Dragon's breath didn't stop as it felt the mental fluctuations of the struggle.

Whew!

The crazy dragon's breath continued to spew, continuing to strengthen the cold ice on the demon-eye tyrant's body, and the cold air like smoke filled the air, and the gray dwarf outside could only see the silhouette of a huge winged dragon inside the misty cold air.

Moments later, the grey dwarf guards who charged the Savior dropped their weapons, covered their heads, and let out screams of pain.

Their master is dead!

The white dragon stopped breathing, sensed the ice sculpture that had completely lost its life reaction, raised its head, stretched out the dragon's head from the diffuse cold air, and let out an excited dragon groan.

With the advantage of sneak attack and equipment, the legendary MONOCULUS tyrant who dominated the side died aggrievedly under the dragon's breath and became the first legendary creature to fall into the hands of the white dragon.

After a while, the cold air dissipated, revealing the scene inside, the hideous Demon Eye Tyrant, together with the throne under him, was wrapped in thick ice, and the ground and stone pillars around the huge ice were also covered with a layer of hoarfrost, emitting a faint white smoke.

The white dragon stopped groaning and looked back at the gray dwarf prince who was hanging in the air, the gray dwarf prince was wrapped in a steel mold, and only his face was exposed.

He looked at the scene below in amazement, seeing another clansman being devoured by the Demon-Eye tyrant, and before he had time to grieve, such a dramatic scene happened, the clansman turned into a dragon, the worst enemy of the Darkforge, and in an instant, he turned into an ice sculpture.

Sores looked at the white dragon flapping its wings and flying towards him, came to his senses, and struggled violently, the mold rippling in the air, and the willow nails holding the mold creaked.

The white dragon looked at the gray dwarf dangling in front of him, and without saying a word, he opened the lock above and threw it down directly.

"What are you going to do?!"

Bang dang!

The mold smashed directly on the rock floor from an eight-meter height in the air, the rock at the landing point cracked, and the mold rolled on the ground a few times, Rao is half-step legendary-level strength of the gray dwarf prince was also shocked to the ears buzzing.

"Hey, you're not going to put me down?!you... ”

The dragon's claw landed on the side with a thud, and the unspoken swear words of the grey dwarf prince came to an abrupt end, and its eyes rolled and it immediately changed its words.

"Hello, honorable White Dragon, thank you for killing the enemies of the Dark Furnace Fortress and rescuing the poor dwarves from the fire and water, I wonder what the Dark Furnace can do for you?"

"Offer me your loyalty!"

The white dragon took out a dragon fang depicting the arcane magic circle, and pressed it on his forehead under the frightened eyes of the gray dwarf.

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Chapter 120: The Tyrant of the Evil Eye