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The three black-robed old men looked at the black dragon that had been dead for a long time under their feet, and the old man with a stiff body let out a few terminally ill coughs, and sighed: "Nimbast is also a rare genius among the dragon clan, and he can advance to the high level through various methods in a thousand years, and there are few ancient dragons on Dragon Island who can do it, right?"

The tall old man agreed, he lowered his head and looked at it very carefully, and said: "It's the sword of Arosu, no wonder it's no wonder, but it hasn't been merged into one yet, and this alone can't kill Nimbast," he groaned for a while, looked at the rest of the black dragon's body, and said: "Obviously, the dragon slayer should have expected this, so he must have managed to make the black dragon suffer a heavy blow before, and forced out all the hole cards of the black dragon, and it was not until the final blow that these two swords were completed." Well, being able to complete all the steps step by step according to the prior tactical concept, and then finally complete the kill, this brain and strength are enough to be included in the forest of the strong, if this person is from the Monks' Society, it will be a great threat to our council. He looked interested, and said, "I'm curious, who is this dragon slayer? Olaser, Morgowards, Mavis, or Midler, it doesn't look like ......."

"The sword of Arosu hasn't had time to be withdrawn, and I think this man must have been badly injured too, right? The rickety old man coughed again, his wrinkled eyes narrowed, his ears moved slightly, and there was no sound around him except the sound of the wind, and he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

The tall old man frowned, although he had a different opinion, but the current scene could only be explained by this reason.

The old man with a stiff face had been squatting all the time, as if he was carefully observing the corpse of the black dragon, but at this moment he slowly stood up and said coldly in a dry voice: "It is indeed dead." ”

There was silence in the field, save for the occasional rustling of dead leaves being stirred by the wind.

Looking at the black dragon's dead and cold eyes, where only gray and empty were left, the three old men were silent. Although it seemed that Nimbast was dead on the surface just now, they still maintained a vigilance and doubt in their hearts, they were well aware of the cunning of this black dragon, and maybe there was something hidden in it. But at this moment, it seems that he is indeed dead.

This can't help but make them feel an inexplicable touch in their hearts, no matter how brilliant they were in life, in the end they are still just a cold corpse, this fate has fallen on the head of the black dragon today, and it is likely to fall on the head of anyone here tomorrow. Things are always unpredictable, but didn't they come here to struggle longer in the world?

"Time is running out. With a stiff face, the old man said something that seemed to be a reminder and a sigh of emotion. Take a few steps outside and take a position to your feet. "Let's get started." ”

The other two old men glanced at each other, they were separated and tacitly agreed to stand on the other two points according to the triangular position, and from the sky, the corpse of the Black Dragon Land was in the middle of the three people. The staff was raised at the same time, and a low, obscure chant floated out of his mouth, echoing the same in the middle and corner of the square, with an eerie and eerie tone, like a mourning song sung for a black dragon.

The surface of the black dragon's corpse was like some solidified liquid that had been stripped of it. It's like tearing some kind of binding seal. Under the three sharp gazes, his body swelled and enlarged, gradually recovering the original body shape of the dragon clan.

Soon, the corpse of an adult black dragon lay in the middle of the square, and although it was dead, the oppressive feeling brought by the huge body did not diminish in the slightest. The natural undulations of the back and neck still have a sense of strength and beauty. The black scales were fading, but they were still as strong as metal.

The chanting of the incantation did not stop. It was still a slow rhythm, but the corpse of the black dragon slowly changed, first the neck and wings began to fester, **, and then there were black holes on the limbs and body, which initially only spread out in a small area, gnawing at the body and internal organs little by little, but not long, as it got bigger and bigger, the speed of erosion became faster and faster, and the miserable white thick ribs were exposed from under the body surface one by one.

The three old men looked very serious, and beads of sweat appeared on their heads, as if they were extremely struggling, but the rhythm of the chant was quickened, as if they were nearing the end, and when the scale climbed to the highest peak, the three of them suddenly closed their mouths together, and their voices stopped abruptly.

The black dragon's ** had been completely dissolved, leaving only the eerie bones, and the sharp bone spurs on the long extended spine were tinged with a hint of coldness.

The tall old man let out a long sigh of relief, he stood silent for a moment, then carefully took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, and took a few steps forward, carefully uncorked the bottle, and slowly poured the golden liquid in it onto the huge skeleton, and then he took a few steps back at a very fast speed, staring at it with a slightly nervous expression.

Not only him, but the other two old men were also full of complexity and expectation in their eyes.

In the near-dead silence, the sky darkened and sank, and the darkness gradually took control of the heavens, and even the keel blurred into a huge shadow.

The three of them waited for a long time, but there was no movement, and when there was almost disappointment in their eyes, suddenly, a green flame burst out from the hollow eye sockets of the black dragon's head skull.

The tall old man took a step forward excitedly, but his voice was full of suppressed joy, and he said in a low voice: "Success?"

"It worked. The rickety old man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took out a silver-white bracelet from his arms, which was a space bracelet, but the space that could be accommodated inside was much beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and it also had the function of self-repair, just from an artistic point of view, this bracelet was exquisitely shaped, and the crystal and white gold trim together formed an elegant mystery, and the spiritual and moist texture was enough to make any noble girl marvel and indulge, and could not extricate herself.

In terms of value, in the absence of space mages, the production of such items can only be replaced by expensive materials, and it also requires a combination of superb alchemy to achieve such an effect, which can be said to cost the Council of the Dead a lot of manpower and financial resources.

It's all worth it, though.

The black dragon Nimbast, who will become the first undead bone dragon to refine in the Council of the Dead, and this bracelet will also be the only container for its huge body.

As early as a few years ago, the Council of the Dead had an ulterior secret contact with the banshee lord Killian, and took advantage of the latter's ambition and ** to lay this earth-shattering trap, for this day, it can be said that they used all the chess pieces buried in the Monks for thirty years, after several years of preparation and arrangement, and invested countless gold coins and magic materials, to provoke this dragon slaying battle.

If this mission can be successful, the three old men present will definitely have a seat in the veteran group.

Although the last step was missing, the irrepressible joy had already spread in the depths of his heart, and the rickety old man trembled and raised his bracelet and recited the last incantation.

Just as he was spitting out a syllable, a dagger that came from the sky reached his eyes in an instant.

At this moment, only the old man with a stiff face remained calm, a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, as if grabbing it in the air, the dagger deviated from the quasi-head and fell diagonally to the side.

The wind behind him suddenly sounded, he let out a cold snort from his nose, this was not anger, nor was it shame, but the kind of disdain that he had expected, as early as when he made a move, he had a little spare strength, and in an instant, a flickering magic shield loomed on his body, but as soon as the shield composed of elements was propped up, the inner wall was sprayed with bright red blood.

His throat had been slit long before he reached out.

The tall old man didn't even look at the miserable condition of his companion, as if it was just an ant that had been trampled to death by accident, and with a wave of his staff, the figure that left quickly also trembled after going out for more than ten meters, and suddenly fell apart and scattered like collapsed building blocks.

But at the same time, he was nervous, because he had just discovered that this sneak attacker was not an ordinary thief in terms of speed and reflexes, but like...... He had already regretted the reckless move he had just made, and sure enough, a dark energy blast that had been cast by at least two people together cut in just as he finished the Blood Explosion Technique, and the timing was just right.

Then, his eyes saw the sky and his own broken neck, and then a mist of blood that obscured his eyes.

The rickety old man was not attacked, and at this moment he just put the remains of the black dragon into the bracelet, for the death of the two companions, not only did he not grieve, but laughed in surprise, his hand was already half raised, and in a moment, an amazing undead magic will be released, killing all the enemies within ten meters of the scene, and then, he will return to the portal as fast as possible, and then ......

"Whew!"

As soon as the flash flashed, all the bones and veins of that hand were severed, and only a few strands of skin hung staggeringly, and when three ghostly phantoms flashed in front of him, the blood in his throat gushed out like a fountain, and the other hand let go weakly, and the blood-stained bracelet fell straight to the ground.

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