Before Hal could figure out a solution, the overwhelming rain of arrows took the lead in attacking.

Hal saw with his own eyes a fool who opened the [Protective Arrow], and in an instant, he ran out of dodge arrows and was shot into a porcupine.

"Sure enough, it's a pig's brain! In the face of a clan-level arrow rain attack to open the [Protective Arrow], should I praise you for your bravery? Hal secretly complained to himself.

Others were a little smarter and performed the Stone Wall Technique, but then the Armor-Piercing Arrow shot the fools who claimed to be safe inside.

There are also people who take out the unpopular [Elemental Flight] and replace themselves with elemental bodies to avoid the rain of arrows, but in an instant, they are taught to be human by a [Burst Arrow], and they die faster than those who hide in the [Stone Wall Technique].

The three-layer white bone armor formed by the [Bone Prison Technique] successfully withstood the blow of the arrow rain, and even the various magic arrows failed to break its defense even when Hal continued to replenish the [Bone Prison Technique] energy.

It's just that when the rain of arrows stopped and the [Bone Prison Technique] collapsed, Hal looked at the high-level melee classes that circled around him, but he wanted to cry without tears.

With a flesh shield like the Armored Knight desperately absorbing damage, and Morey and the crossbowmen interfering with spells and arrows from time to time, Hal was successfully knocked to the ground.

Morey stopped Balta's immoral head-snatching and approached Hal.

"You can't save him!"

Although the priest vomited blood after being beaten, his expression was still flat.

It was as if the man in front of him did not order all his subordinates to be killed, but also let his subordinates seriously injure himself.

"He is the future mount of our lord, and this fate has been predestined long since he was alive."

"Bastard, I'm not anyone's fucking mount!" As soon as the black dragon heard this, he immediately stretched his head over and bit this guy to death.

But as soon as the faucet turned around, it was directly slapped back by Morey.

This hand suddenly blinded the black dragon, and Howl's pupils unconsciously contracted a little.

Although this black dragon has been very weak after being hit by the secret technique [withering and resurrection], this Morey has knocked his head off with only the strength of his body, it seems that this Morey is by no means as easy to deal with as he thought before!

"Hehe, you can't admit it, your silver flame etched runes are the best proof of this!"

"You're not a naturally born black dragon, you're something we put together with the rest of the dragon parts!"

"Without this silver flame etched rune, you are just an unconscious puppet!"

"It is we who give you wisdom, we who give you life!"

The more Hal spoke, the more excited he became, as if his parents had seen an unfilial son.

The black dragon was stunned: "What nonsense are you talking about!" I'm a black dragon, I'm a dragon! ”

Hal sneered disdainfully: "You ask yourself, how much of the black dragon's habits you have?" ”

"Why do you like fire?"

"Why don't you like diving?"

"You're used to adding ice cubes to drinking water!"

The sacrificial sentences are straight to the point, and the black dragon is retreating step by step, because everything he says is the truth.

"Okay, let's talk about how to solve it!"

Morey actually had doubts when he saw the hot dragon blood flowing from the black dragon on the city wall, even if the temperature of the black dragon's dragon blood would be slightly higher than that of humans, it would definitely not produce the scorching dragon blood that could ablate the land, it should be the temperature that only the red dragon has!

"I believe you said so much, and you don't want to die in your heart, right?!" Morey smiled.

The priest smiled bitterly: "I know I can't hide it from you!" ”

"You're the most perceptive of any young man I've ever seen!"

"Yes, I don't want to die! I still have a lot of interesting experiments to do, and I don't want to go to my lord with regrets! ”

Morey nodded, and then asked, "......What did you say earlier?"

The black dragon also fell silent at this time, waiting for Howl's explanation.

"I'm really not lying about this!"

"Although that guy looks no different from a dragon, both the muscles and the internal organs in the body have a shelf life, even because of the silver flame etching runes, this muscle internal organs can still ensure a certain vitality."

"But this muscular entrails are indeed slowly rotting, and I don't need to go to him, when the time comes, a dragon lich will fly back to find us!"

"If it weren't for the plan, we wouldn't have needed to come at all, just wait."

Speaking of which, Hal couldn't help but regret it, isn't it just a task?

If you push it yourself, it's over!

Be strong! Look, now you're a captive!

"There's no other way?"

Morey frowned, the current black dragon is his subordinate, don't die as soon as he saves it!

Even offended a mysterious organization with legendary mages for this, that's too much of a loss!

"This is something engraved in his bones, unless that silver flame etched rune is washed away, all this is irreversible!"

"But you must also be able to see that this guy's soul has long been entangled with this silver flame etched rune."

"One wins, one loses."

Hal pointed to the black dragon and said.

"Unless ......"

"Unless what?"

"Hehe, I'm also thinking too much, where can I find a sustenance that is enough for the dragon lich to parasitize?" Hal shook his head with a smile

.......

Doge's Palace.

"Who are you!" The sleeping Governor was suddenly awakened, and looked at the figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to him and asked with a shocked expression.

It's just that it may be that when he woke up, he found that there was another person in the room, and his voice became extremely high-pitched, like a woman who had been groped on the street.

"Hehe, this Governor, don't waste your efforts!"

A man's joking voice came from the window.

"Because no matter how much you shout, they won't wake up if they get hit by the [Sleeping Technique]!"

"You ......"

Bartlet's words were momentary, not only because he had been called out of his mind, but also because of the message released by the man's words.

All of your own guards have been hit by the [Sleeping Technique]?

Who did this mole?

The guards of the Governor's Mansion have two systems, one open and one dark, and they belong to two sets of teams......

"Hmm......"

The Governor, who was still thinking, was suddenly awakened by the sharp pain in his throat, he looked at the dagger that suddenly appeared in his throat in disbelief, waved his arm weakly, let out an unconscious whimper, and then completely lost his breath.

"It's so easy!"

"You are too a failure, you have offended so many people, from top to bottom, no one wants you to live!"

"Hehe, I really don't have a sense of accomplishment with this money!"

Hiram said as he stepped on the governor's neck and pulled the dagger out with a hard blow.

Although there was a kind of banter in his words, he had no intention of returning the money.