I don't know why, when I saw the undead and the frost giant fighting, Samoyed was still a little excited in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to praise his wit.

It only slightly channeled the frost giant's hatred of itself, and completely diverted the gaze of the army of the undead.

Samoyed was secretly pleased, it quietly changed directions, taking advantage of the blizzard, spreading its dragon wings and secretly flying towards the bottom of the Winter Mountains.

It has lived alone for so long that it has long learned to blend in with its surroundings.

However, it underestimated the wisdom of the undead, or its own bad luck.

Marzaha is a necromancer who, on the orders of the Grand Duke of the Undead, leads an invasion of the Endless Ice Plains with a portion of the undead army, including the murderous ice creatures.

He rode on the skull of an undead dragon and flew up from Kazarin, just in time to see the white dragon leaving the ice field.

Samoyed saw the vicious flames in the eye sockets of the undead dragon, and immediately knew that his whereabouts had been exposed.

So she no longer deliberately controlled her speed, and flapped her wings hard to fly to the north where she thought it was safer.

It's just that Samoyed suffered a heavy blow in the previous outlaw run, and the dragon's wings were broken, and its speed could not be compared with the undead dragon with the assistance of a necromancer.

The distance between the two kept narrowing, and Samoyed turned around and spat out a cone-shaped frost breath, but it was easily blocked by the necromancer with an elemental barrier.

Samoyed was disappointed when the blow failed, and Samoyed's life has been very miserable for a long time.

It hadn't eaten a full meal for too long, and the elemental magic in its body was running out, and the exhalation energy stored in its muscles and stomach was also a little less.

Marzaha had already spotted the white dragon that had been badly wounded, and it was clearly at the end of the crossbow, even if it didn't attack, as long as it kept the current situation, it could be exhausted and fall to the ground.

Samoyed was well aware of his current physical condition, and it should be said that he had guessed the undead dragon, which was like a game of cat and mouse.

If you want to survive, you can only kill this pair.

Fortunately, only the two people who caught up were the necromancer dragon and the necromancer, otherwise there would only be a dead end.

Samoyed had a slight estimate of what little strength he had left, and if he could kill him with a single blow, he would not be without a chance of victory.

It deliberately slowed down, and its flight attitude staggered, giving the undead dragon the illusion that it was about to run out.

Just as the two dragons were about to approach, Samoyed suddenly whirled, and then flicked his tail with all his might!

The severed tail of the dragon slammed into the skeleton of the undead dragon, and the bone fire in its eyes flickered violently for a while, and the shaking dragon body gradually stabilized.

Unscathed!

The undead dragon then reflexively exhaled a mouthful of gray-white breath, and the rich shadow element enveloped Samoyed's whole body.

The shadow energy was pervasive, and the necromancer simultaneously cast various weakness spells and smashed it on the head of the red-eyed white dragon.

Marzaha didn't want to kill the white dragon alone, but fell in love with it.

In short, he has other uses.

The red-eyed white dragon remained fierce even after being badly wounded.

And, both in terms of ferocity and size, they all have the basic requirements to be able to transform into an undead dragon lich.

Forcibly planted with a large amount of negative magic, Samoyed staggered and fell into the gray-green forest below, smashing several large trees and sinking the giant dragon body into an endless sea of bones.

A second before he lost consciousness, Samoyed saw the necromancer riding the undead dragon in front of him, and let out an eerie and wicked laugh......

……

Izawa flew through the red wasteland in the direction of Kazarin, and in a few minutes, he skimmed over the winding and majestic Black Rock Mountains, and he saw the familiar forest appear in his vision.

He had ruled Kazarin for more than a decade, but he had not returned to this place for nearly forty years since he marched north to save Irelia from his army.

Entering the territorial range of Kazarin, Ize clearly sensed the abnormality.

The shadow elements in the air are enriched many times, especially over the forest, where the shadow elements are almost concentrated into a distinct fog.

Didn't he hear the birds chirping the insects, and the whole forest exuded a bleak death, and the silence was terrible.

He saw many zombie skeletons roaming the outskirts of the forest, as well as some beast undead, staggering and wandering, like intelligent beings patrolling their territory.

Under the influence of such a powerful spell casting effect, I am afraid that only a few living creatures are left in Kazarin today, and the rest have become part of the army of the undead.

Izawa's eyes narrowed slightly, and now that he thought about it, the necromantic magic of the Grand Duke of the Undead and the magic absorption of Fei Lin Demon Kwai were "similar".

The use of a large area will excessively damage the ecological environment, and in a serious case, it will destroy the world.

Therefore, Izawa will never allow Icares to spread the shadow mist beyond the southern frontier!

That's the bottom line.

Izawa sighed, it was not easy to convince the undead archduke to give up the cake of the Northlands, and a dragon and a lich would have to fight each other.

After all, the victor will always hold more sovereignty.

Ize slowly reined in his speed and moved forward at double the speed of sound.

The wind pressure generated by overclocking the flight slightly blew away some of the effects of the fog.

His red-golden pupils pierced a corner of the woods, and almost everywhere in the forest were white bones, as well as skulls with soul flames in their eye sockets.

They didn't die, they just fell apart, and once ordered, they would assemble their bodies in a mess and start a fight.

Although Izawa had already prepared for this scene in his heart, he still felt shocked when he felt it in person.

Once such a large number of undead spread to the outside world, it will have a significant impact on the concept of the rise and fall of the world.

Izawa found the direction of Hell Castle, and the true dragon dragon wings flew over.

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PS: Good night, babies.