Just when the dragon kingdom was in chaos, a heavy snow shrouded the entire frost cold peak, and for a while, the cold wind was fierce, and the snowflakes were wrapped in hail and kept falling, and even the dragon that could resist the severe cold was a little uncomfortable at this time.

On the horizon, a flash of light was extremely dazzling, and in a slightly slow, but unstoppable trend, it was gradually approaching the land of dragons.

The light dispelled the darkness of the night, making it as bright as day below, but the dragon in the chaos had no time to pay attention to the anomalies in the distance.

Under the illumination of the light, a team of mages is leading their golem puppets towards the top of the snowy region.

This group of mages was dressed in blue and white robes, and the blue-based robes were decorated with various occult patterns with silver-white silk threads, and the complexity of the patterns often represented the differences in their identities.

Among them, the mage with the most complex pattern was not only tattooed with the sun, moon and stars on his robe, but also tattooed with the symbol of water, fire and earth, which was the pattern that only the most top mages were qualified to tattoo on the robe.

An incomparably strong light emanated from the sky above him, illuminating the entire snow-capped mountain, making the originally dark night as bright as day.

At this time, he was riding on a huge golem, the golem was made of crystal, the whole body was red, its body was like a dragon, although it did not have wide dragon wings, but its lower limbs were quite strong, and every step was deep in the snow.

If there were Bracada's alchemist here, he would definitely recognize that the golem puppet that appeared here was the crystal dragon that symbolized the pinnacle of this technology, enough to be on a par with the Titan giant puppet of another legendary rank.

At this moment, a bright yellow portal opened from his side, and out of it came many mages dressed in the same costume, and the whole team slowed down their pace.

"I've done what you commanded, Hero Deken." After exiting the bright yellow portal, a mage shouted, "Now I'm back." Commander Canso, report to you. ”

Canso's voice resounded among the snow-capped mountains, not in the slightest muffled by the wind and snow.

"You're back just in time, Commander Canso." Riding on a dragon made of crystals, the mage known as Hero Deken said, "We are about to go deep into this dragon realm, and we will not be able to cast spatial spells. ”

At Deken's signal, Canso led his mages to quickly return to the team and march towards the snowy mountain together.

"This time, we are not facing a small character who can be easily dealt with, but the legendary holy dragon, are you ready, hero Deken?"

When the other mages returned, Canso came to the side of the hero Deken and asked seemingly casually, but his hands trembled faintly.

Perhaps because of the cold, Canso rubbed his hands vigorously instead of using the flame to keep warm, but the frequency of the tremors did not slow down in the slightest.

As the most powerful creature ever recorded, the prestige of the Holy Dragon has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of all living beings. Creatures who are convinced of this will feel a wave of fear in their hearts, even when they hear the name of the holy dragon.

"Although there have been many twists and turns along the way, I have finally come here, to the top of this snowy land that once belonged to Bracada but was occupied by dragons."

Deken said in a loud voice, not only Kanso on the side, but also the other mages in the team behind him could hear these words.

"The Holy Dragon is a legendary creature that no one has ever been able to defeat, but today, the legend will be rewritten. When this battle is over, we will share the honor of the greatest dragon slayer, and we will be the protagonists of the saga, praised by all the bards. The only thing that stands in our way is the last of the dragons. ”

Deken's powerful words reached the ears of all the mages in the team, and for a moment, infected by the hero's will, they forgot their fears and immersed themselves in Deken's words.

At this time, Deken's eyes were already looking at the snowy mountains. Behind the snowstorm was the glory he had longed for, the glory of the dragon-slaying warriors.

Patches of snake demon corpses, lying on both sides of the road leading to the top of the snowy mountain, most of these corpses are incomplete, which is the result of the snake demon cannibalism after being affected by [Madness].

Stationed on the outskirts of the Dragon Nation, the followers of these dragons, unable to resist a wide range of powerful spells, and without the help of other spellcasters, death is their only fate.

Deken didn't want to pay attention to these snake demons, their existence was only an insignificant stroke in the exploits of the dragon slaying warriors, but a sudden movement attracted Deken's attention.

Flesh shed from the corpses of these basilismites, and they stood up in the form of bones, their weapons still in their hands, their eyes glittering with scarlet fire.

"All on alert!" Deken said loudly, and the team immediately stopped marching, and the mages in it were also ready to cast spells, just waiting for Deken to give an order, and they would use spells to destroy all enemies.

"Necromancer...... These undead creatures are of the same type as the ones I saw in Titalia. Sensing the mutation in the snake demon's body, especially the scarlet eyes, Canso's expression changed, and he immediately reported to Deken.

"It seems that the dragons at the top of the snowy region are not willing to die and turn to the necromancer for help, but unfortunately, they have chosen the wrong ally, are you right, necromancer?"

As he spoke, Deken looked at the corner of the cliff in front of him, hidden by the wind and snow.

In the wind and snow, a pitch-black figure slowly emerged, he was shrouded in darkness, where the light could not shine, and behind him, the wide and shabby black robe rose with the wind, casting a shadow on him.

"Hero Deken, I have a question for you." Mixed with the whistling of the wind and snow, the necromancer's deep words came, "Do you think I'm strong? ”

"Of all the necromancers I've seen, you're the most powerful." Perceiving the aura of death around him, Dekkon replied in a deep voice, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

"Hahahaha......" A low, chilling laugh came from the necromancer's mouth, "I think so too." ”

"I can feel a lot of emotions in the eyes of other creatures, resentment, anger, jealousy, whatever it is, it makes me feel how powerful I am. These glances from theirs make me enjoy, and only powerful creatures deserve to enjoy these emotions. ”

"What I couldn't bear was the disappointed look in her eyes, which stimulated me and reminded me that I was so weak, no matter how strong I was, I was still so weak and insignificant."

"When I was weak, I could endure this look without any burden, because I knew very well that I was weak, but now it is different, now I am extremely strong, and no creature can fail me."

"So......" Speaking of this, the necromancer's words sank. Stop here, Hero Deken, or I will use all my power to make you stop here. ”