Kazarin.

A dragon's roar sounded in the gray forest, and the huge red dragon swept low in the sky, and the scorching breath was released, gathering all the shadows and fog that had been lingering all year round.

Izawa poured out his breath unscrupulously, and the flames swept away, incinerating some undead zombies and ghosts that didn't have long eyes.

He had been away from Kazarin for decades, and the aura he had left behind had long been covered by a rich shadow element.

And those alien beasts that did not choose to leave him and continue to live in the forest have also become undead under the erosion of necromantic magic.

Several huge wilted monsters suddenly poked out of their branches and drew their arms towards the fire dragon, but before they could get closer, they were torn to pieces by the huge wind pressure that surrounded Izawa.

The dragon ignored it, and the vibrating dragon wings flew by, but a few tiny sparks scattered from Ize's scales and drifted down with the wind.

The moment it touched the blight, the spark turned into a dazzling sun, and the fire enveloped the blighter in an instant, and in a terrible scream, the blighter was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Kazarin, your king!

"-It's back!"

The roar of the red dragon resounded through the forest, and the majesty of the world swept through the Eight Desolations, and the fire of the undead that was deep in the eyes of countless skeletons and undead was extinguished under this roar!

Izawa felt a wave of anger inexplicably.

It was once his domain, and under his rule, Kazarin was alive and well, united like never before.

Now, all that remains is a desperate place to die.

Rao is an ancient tree known for its tenacious vitality, and under the excessive erosion of the shadow element, large swaths have been transformed into blighted monsters.

The undead are everywhere, the bones are strewn, and the haunted trees are all the work of Icales.

It's so good!!

Ize's eyes were filled with anger.

Although he had long expected the tragic scene of Kazarin, he could not hold back the endless anger in his heart when he saw it with his own eyes.

Wherever the dragon passed, the flames of the embers poured out, incinerating all filth into nothingness!

The low mountain in front of him was covered in a field of white bones, as if sensing the invasion of a strange aura, and a corpse tyrannosaurus woke up from the mountain of bones.

Izawa knew this guy, just like the leader of the fierce clan at the beginning, he was a tyrannosaurus whose strength was equivalent to that of a high-ranking professional, occupying a radius of dozens of miles, and was able to drive many ferocious animals to serve him.

However, its backbone is relatively soft, unlike the fierce hyena clan, it would rather die than obey, and when Warwick led the army of the Red Dragon Clan to kill, it surrendered to the power of the Red Dragon Lord.

At the beginning, Izawa waved his army north, leaving the tyrannosaurus to act as a watchdog, but he still failed to escape the poisonous claws of Icares and became an evil undead species.

The soul fire in the eyes of the corpse tyrannosaurus pulsed violently, and it crawled out of the white bones, and actually roared at the dragon in the air.

"Fuck off! Ant! (Super Invincible Bigbi Slap)"

The dragon's claw presses, and the infinite elemental magic forms a red dragon's claw that encompasses almost the entire mountain!

The skeleton of the Tyrannosaurus was shattered by a slap, and the soul flame in the eye socket was extinguished.

The claws of the red dragon did not dissipate, and slammed into the peak of the White Bone Mountain.

With an earth-shattering roar, countless white bones splattered, and the entire mountain of bones collapsed, and countless undead were wiped into powder.

Angry Heavenly Flames vented from each scale of the Red Dragon's giant claws, and the crimson-golden flames burned nothing, quickly sweeping through the entire Bone Mountain.

This is the filth of the world, burning these bones and turning them back into the primordial nourishment that the earth allows for life.

Speaking of which, necromancy is much more serious than sucking magic.

Magic-sucking is simply the plague of the earth, turning everything into a lifeless dead place.

Necromancy is more like a virus that erodes the plane, and as the shadow fog spreads, dead creatures will rise again, everything will be polluted, and the number of undead will increase explosively.

Turning over a plain, the vision ahead suddenly opened up.

The sky gradually filled with a grayish-white smoke, and the air smelled of pungent sulfur.

Izawa saw the familiar crater, which was originally a cliff and was the Green Dragon's lair, Cragy Rock City, which he later conquered and forcibly transformed into a place suitable for the Red Dragon to live with magic and the Heart of Molten Fire.

- Hell's Castle.

Perhaps because the ambient temperature around Hellfort is gradually rising, there are not many undead wandering around.

Izawa flapped his dragon's wings and leaped down from the crater, revealing a palace entirely made of crimson gemstones, red agate.

After more than thirty years, Izawa returned to Fort Hell, which was still furnished as before, but covered in a thick layer of volcanic ash.

And...... Skeleton shelves can be seen everywhere and scattered all over the place.

Hell Fortress is also full of scenes that have been ravaged by the undead.

As the lair of a red dragon lord, there must be a lot of valuable objects.

Therefore, once any adventurer discovers the dragon's lair, he will generally not let go of the wanton looting.

However, with the dragon's greedy nature, when moving, he will even be stingy enough to withhold any copper inlaid on the wall.

Therefore, I feel that most of the adventurers who search for empty nests are doomed to be in vain.

Unless...... Slay the dragon that guards the treasure!

However, when Izawa left, he still left behind a lot of spars, but many of them were looted.

At least the various magic lamps and communication stones embedded in the walls, Ize didn't see any of them.

Of course, at this point, it doesn't matter what is lost.

Izawa, this guy sits on the whole of the Northland, and he has money.

At that time, I thought that after rescuing Irelia, I would return to southern Xinjiang.

Who would have thought that the Red Dragon Legion was too strong, and the human alliance was defeated, and finally it was directly established in the Northland, and lived there, and it was more than thirty years in a flash.

Izawa descended on the open space in front of the Red Agate Palace, and his incomparable weight crushed countless white bones.

Countless white bones had accumulated in front of the Red Agate Palace, and it seemed that they were all trying to rush into the palace, but they were shattered by the enchantment he had made up when he was leaving.

Looking at the legendary mystery that enveloped the entire palace, Izawa was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect that after so many years, this defense has remained strong.

It is worthy of the heirloom barrier that has guarded Farren for thousands of years, and Ize has at least seen trillions of repeated attacks on it.

Now, the Legendary Locks still have strong defenses and have never failed.

"Could it be that that guy Icares held back his curiosity and didn't make a move on the mystery?"

Ize shook his head, unable to understand the lich's thoughts.

He pulled a crumpled heart from the Dimensional Ring and threw it on the ground.

"Hey, the dog came out to see the door......"