Despite not yet evolving the ability to think for itself, the newborn dragon of death is a beast with amazing intuition and insight.

It cleverly avoided Eric, the most threatening to itself, and focused on the most injured young dragons, and specialized in attacking lethal parts, never giving the opponent any chance to fight back.

In just ten or twenty minutes, it successfully hunted three dragons that were much larger than its own body, and successfully devoured the souls of the other party.

Through the vague influence transmitted back by the flowing water curtain in the center of the towering tower, Zhang Cheng found that this little guy seemed to be becoming smarter and stronger, especially the cold light flashing in his eyes actually revealed a trace of cruelty and cunning.

There is no doubt that it enjoys the process of killing and devouring, and even more so the rich smell of death that envelops the entire old town, and the pain and despair that remain in the vast number of souls.

As the creator, Zhang Cheng could vaguely feel that the Cataclysmic Stone in his hand that connected to the spiritual world of the Death Dragon was constantly conveying emotions of excitement and joy to himself.

Just as he was about to let this dangerous little creature test Eric, Moroa suddenly burst in and shouted in a panic, "Master! Oh no, master! Someone is stealing the energy stored at the bottom of the tower! At the current rate of loss, at most, we will not be able to maintain a large group charm in an hour. ”

"Hmm, what's going on? Didn't I ask you to drive everyone out of the tower?" Zhang Cheng asked, frowning.

In fact, in order to ensure that the plan would not be interfered with by external factors, he had already driven all the servants and guards outside several days ago, leaving Moroya alone to help, and even blocked the entrance completely.

In this case, there is simply no second way to get in other than to pass through the top of the tower, which is guarded by Kulo Kirba.

He really couldn't think of anyone who could sneak into the bottom of the tower without alarming the dragon and steal the energy stored for thousands of years.

"Sorry master, I don't know. The guy sealed the only entrance, and I wasn't strong enough to break it. Moroya explained with her head down and a trembling voice.

"Interesting! Let's see who is so bold as to steal what belongs to me......" Zhang Cheng walked up the spiral staircase towards the bottom of the tower, holding the flint staff.

After about six or seven minutes, he saw what he called "obstacles" in the dark passage.

It was a black shadow that could not be described in words, like a cloud of ink sprinkled on a huge canvas of air, and anyone who approached it would instantly lose their sense of space and time, and the next second they would find themselves back the way they came.

"Shadow magic? No, no, it's not just shadow magic, it's something else. But that's not bothering me. With that, Zhang Cheng took out a small vial of dragon blood and began to release the spell.

In the sound of a low, jerky incantation, the dragon's blood in the bottle quickly boiled, turning into something like a red mist, and a rush of brains poured into the shadows.

In the blink of an eye, a blinding red light erupted from inside the shadow, and then it seemed to burn, emitting light and heat in all directions.

Waiting for the light and heat to dissipate, the shadows that blocked the middle of the passage were gone, leaving only a strange, pungent smell.

"Master, this ...... This is?!" Moroya stared at the unknown substance that remained in the air as it continued to decompose and dissipate, her eyes revealing an unconcealed horror.

"Don't talk, keep up. Zhang Cheng ignored the servant's nervous reaction and continued to walk forward.

As he got closer to the place where the energy was stored, the more he felt that this "thief" was definitely a spellcaster on a par with himself.

Because of stealing such a huge amount of energy, there is not even the slightest overflow, which fully shows that the opponent's magic control is very high, and the strength of people with high magic control is naturally not too weak.

With strong anticipation, the two finally saw a figure that was both familiar and strange around the corner......

"Derry?!! how could it be you!" Moroya shouted with wide eyes.

She can't be blamed for her gaffe, but the housekeeper's dress at the moment is really unacceptable.

Derry was wearing a velvet robe embroidered with golden threads, a pair of boots made of dragon skin, and a hardwood staff inlaid with dragon crystals in his right hand.

Compared with the fierce reaction of his assistant, Zhang Cheng was much calmer, and instead of getting angry, he smiled and said tentatively: "My dear Mr. Steward, don't you want to explain?"

"Explain, why should I explain?" Derry deliberately pretended not to care.

But in fact, as long as you can see from the subconscious vigilance of his left hand, he is still very nervous in his heart.

After all, people with a little magic knowledge know that the most taboo thing in the process of magic ritual is to be interrupted, especially in this kind of magic ritual that extracts huge energy, once there is a mistake and the energy is out of control, the death sentence can basically be pronounced.

"Hehe, is this enough?" Zhang Cheng threatened as he slowly took out the last bottle of violet-colored well water from his waist bag.

Although this arcane-rich liquid is seen by many as a consumable item for mages to replenish their magical powers, few know that it is also an extremely dangerous lead.

As we all know, the origin of the magic of the world of Azeroth came from the Well of Eternity, and before the outbreak of the War of the Ancients, the magic of the entire world was far less widespread than later, until the explosion of the Well of Eternity later, scattering countless wells of water to all corners, and the next prosperous era of magic began.

At the price, the Night Elves' former hometown, the site of the explosion of the Well of Eternity, left behind an unprecedented scar - the Maelstrom.

Whether it's the Well of the Sun, created by the High Elves, or the Half-Guardians created by Council Tirisfar, they are essentially beneficiaries of the Big Bang from the Well of Eternity.

This also means that the small energy source that Zhang Cheng made with the water of the sun well is far from safe.

These violet liquids actually contain many uncertainties, and whenever they are mixed with other energies, they often explode with unimaginable power.

He dared to guarantee that once this bottle of well water was thrown into the energy storage device not far ahead, the entire towering tower, and even the entire old town, would be blown up alive into the sky.

Derry was obviously not an idiot who didn't know anything, he keenly sensed the pure energy contained in the bottle, and his face became solemn on the spot, and his eyes narrowed as if he was hesitating.

After a full minute, he barely managed to squeeze out a smile, and touched his chest with one hand and saluted: "I'm sorry, I apologize for my rudeness." Reacquainted, my name is Derry Marsa and I'm from the Land of Shadows, Yasha......"

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