"The gratitude of a great mother, and a very gifted student, I think I made a lot of money on this deal."

"What do you mean, Lord Angela?"

"I'm not a wizard." Angela said, "I'm a magician. ”

"Magician?"

"It's a school of thought that I founded with a strong self, and you should know that wizards and humans are fundamentally two species, and magicians are different, magicians are essentially people who have mastered magic, so there is no mental trouble, and the future is brighter. And I, if I want to carry forward the magician, after all, the help of excellent heirs is indispensable. ”

"That's what I said." Tears of happiness flowed from the corners of Shirley's eyes, and her tone was choked: "Your Excellency Angela, thank you...... Thank you, in this world, for me...... Great, let me ...... Met him and gave me ...... Child, let me ...... Met you. Finally, Your Excellency Angela, I ...... I would like to ask you to ...... One last thing, before I die...... After that, put me ...... Burn it, I don't want to be ...... Turning ...... for decay It's ugly. ”

Angela nodded and agreed: "Yes, what is the name of this child." ”

"Jack."

"It's an ordinary name."

"Ordinary...... A little, quite ...... Good. ”

"But he met me. It is not destined to be ordinary. ”

"Thank you......"

After saying that, Shirley closed her eyes with a happy smile on her face.

Angela leaned down and picked up little Jack.

"Poor little one, lucky little one."

Little Jack stared at Angela's face with wide eyes, reached out and grabbed Angela's hair, giggling from his mouth.

Her hair danced softly, teasing little Jack, and Angela walked out the door and closed it gently.

As she left the tower with little Jack in her arms, there was a roar and flames erupted, fulfilling Shirley's last wish.

However, Angela suddenly slapped her head and looked at the little Jack in her arms a little dumbfounded.

"Am I not counting...... Asking for trouble? ”

Impulsive, impulsive!

No wonder, it was once said that impulsiveness is the devil.

No, Angela got into big trouble on the spur of the moment.

How this child was born, this is his mother who was single when she was possessed by an angel, it is a great shame for the angel, and he will never give up if he does not kill this child.

Angela wants to protect this child, and it is inevitable that she will be the enemy of the angels.

So unconsciously, Angela has set up a strong enemy for herself.

Moreover, looking at little Jack playing with his hair in his arms, and looking at the battle in the sky, Angela had a huge headache.

With this little guy, in the next plan, she can't be as prodigal as before.

……

Outside the city, thousands of people gathered in the grove.

They were thinly dressed in tatters, with long whips around their waists, their hair disheveled, wounded and barefoot, and if it weren't for the fact that one of them had a scepter of a bright silver cross, and was fairly clean and had bright eyes, you would have said they were beggars, and people would have believed them.

However, they were not beggars, but monks, from the famous monastery of wounds.

I saw that one of the monks of pain was led by a monk who looked like an old beggar, although he was covered with wounds and thinly dressed, in this cold wind, he did not feel cold, and every step was extremely resolute, without a trace of trembling.

And he, without saying a word, led the thousand monks out of the woods slowly, and rushed towards the imperial capital.

On the other side of the imperial capital, in front of the entrance of a cave, there were also more than 1,000 people gathered, all of them were dressed in black robes, all of them were strong, bald and barefoot, holding the Doomsday Prophecy Bible in one hand, a one-handed sword in the other, and several bottles of doomsday holy water glowing with white light hung on their waists.

At the head was a bald man with a kind face, who held up the Doomsday Prophecy Bible, slapped it heavily on his chest, and then lifted his one-handed sword and cut a cross-shaped wound on the back of his left hand, and the blood slowly flowed out and flowed onto the Bible, staining the pages of the Bible red.

The bald monk's face was solemn, and his deep voice echoed here: "The fire of doom burns all over the earth, my lord, be with me." ”

The other Doomsday monks shouted in unison: "The fire of doom burns all over the earth, my lord, be with me." ”

The sound shook the sky, and the birds were startled and circled in the sky, forming a dark cloud that obscured the moonlight.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

Flames bloomed, and the doomsday monks opened the bottle on their waists, poured the holy water inside on the one-handed sword, and then the one-handed sword burned with raging flames, like torches, shining all around, and the smooth mirror-like heads were also reflected in the dancing fire.

The original solemn expression was replaced by fanaticism, accompanied by a shout from the bald monk at the head: "Go." ”

All the bald heads rose and fell, moving quickly towards the imperial capital.

In the distant forest, a fierce tiger crept cautiously in the grass, staring at the elk in front of it without blinking.

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed through the sky, obscuring the moonlight for a short time.

The elk was startled and scattered.

The tiger raised his head violently, and was about to roar, but his limbs were weak, and feces and urine flowed together.

I saw black shadows in the sky constantly passing by, and it was a black dragon.

And one of them, especially huge, is more than a hundred feet long alone, and when its wings are spread, it even obscures the sky.

And the black dragons beside him, compared to him, suddenly became little guys.

He is the old dragon king, although his strength is not as good as the Red Dragon Volcano, but there is one ability that is superior to all dragons, that is, his amazing ability to reproduce, relying on his strength alone, he has created a special army.

He has 2 wives, 3 sons, 2 daughters, 2 daughters-in-law, 2 sons-in-law, 3 grandchildren, a granddaughter-in-law, 5 direct bloodlines who don't know whether to call them grandsons or sons, and 10 "sons and daughters" (great-grandchildren) who have more chaotic relationships??? ）”。

With him, his family has a total of 30 dragons, which is an astonishing force.

And that's just his family.

He also maintains a special relationship with more than five female dragons, helping seven couples conceive offspring, including countless illegitimate children.

It was with this ability that he was once called the savior of the dragon, and now he deserves to be the old dragon king.

His abilities are more than that, more perverted than people think, and he has single-handedly broken the reproductive isolation and created a race, the Wurms.

This is not a monster that has simply obtained the blood of a dragon and has the blood of a dragon, but a monster that combines the special powers of other monsters with the abilities of some dragons.

They have a variety of appearances, but they share one common trait: they breathe extremely hot fire, have black dragon scales, and have a pair of large dragon wings.

And this time, the old dragon king can be said to have poured out of the nest, and there are hundreds of wurms behind him, as high as nearly a thousand, and their huge physique in the future is a pile of moving dark clouds.