After picking up the loot, Zhang Dali looked at the corpse of Meng Ge on the ground with regret, and felt quite reluctant in his heart.

Just now, the system kindly reminded him that he could use the anatomy skill to obtain additional advanced materials from Monge, but unfortunately he didn't learn this basic life skill when he left the village without any money.

Of course, Zhang Dali knew very well that if there was no such prompt, relying on the skills to copy, he would probably be reluctant to spend money on learning anatomy.

During his previous conversation with the village butcher, he had learned that it cost 1 silver to learn the skill of dissection.

He killed so many monsters, plus the 2 silver coins and 18 copper coins that Meng Ge exploded just now, and now the total assets are only 3 silver coins plus 76 copper coins, and 1 silver coin is almost one-third, how can he give it.

However, it's different now, a high-grade material, even if it's a fine grade, is always more than 1 silver coin.

But you can't get it without an autopsy, so there is no doubt that the money lost is more than saved, Zhang Dali is not a fool, of course, you can't save what you can't save.

Thinking that he had to learn the anatomy first when he returned to the village, Zhang Dali glanced at Mengge's corpse with nostalgia, turned around and walked out of the cave.

After nearly twenty minutes, Zhang Dali moved away from the stone and climbed out of the hole.

The monsters outside the cave are not refreshed, and there are no players, and due to the special environment, it is so cold that it is creepy.

There is a Monge skull, sophisticated-grade materials and excellent-level equipment in the storage ring, and even if it is a white name when it dies, there is a chance to drop the items in the storage ring, in the spirit of not being afraid of 10,000 but in case, Zhang Dali did not dare to stay in the woodland for more, and was ready to go back to the village to hand in the task first.

“Om－u！” Just as Zhang Dali was walking quickly in the direction of Silent Village, a huge roar that shook the sky and made the entire Silent Woodland tremble and tremble, like a sudden downpour, hitting every part of the Silent Woodland, causing people to panic.

This roar was very thick and domineering, but it carried an indescribable sense of pain, as if the monster that made this roar was suffering unimaginable torture.

Zhang Dali, who was leisurely humming a little song and singing, was startled by this loud roar that seemed to explode in his ears, and his heart jumped violently like a fish out of water, and it was difficult to settle down.

He hurriedly looked up at the sky, following the source of the terrifying roar, and then his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets and fell to the ground.

"Nima, Nima, Dragon!"

Dragons are creatures that appear frequently in works of art such as novels, films, and television, and they are often majestic and domineering, with devastating terrifying powers.

Many people have a sense of awe or yearning for dragons, and that is because legends that have been passed down since ancient times have given them a sense of mystery.

In fact, the dragon does not exist, it is just a product of human fantasy.

No one was able to witness the real dragon with their own eyes, but at this moment, Zhang Dali saw the dragon with his own eyes, a dragon that covered the sky and the moon.

It was a thin, bleak blue hue, stretched apart by a myriad of rugged bones, each of which looked as thick as a tall dead tree in a silent woodland, creating an overwhelming sound that made people feel cold and frightened to look at.

Its full broken wings resembled two huge cobwebs, or like a broken sail after a storm, swaying violently in the howling wind of the night sky, and it seemed that one could hear a fierce sound.

Its eye sockets were empty, there were no eyeballs, and there were no eyes, but Zhang Dali felt a supreme deterrent power projected down from those eye sockets, piercing his heart like an incomparably sharp sword, making him a little afraid to look at it directly.

This is a necromantic dragon, Zhang Dali has seen similar images in other online games, but he used to see it on the computer screen, and now, he is standing under the necromantic dragon, seeing it in an immersive way.

This is "Chaos", a real world world, allowing people to substitute the real world world of the five senses.

In this world, what the player sees in his eyes, hears in his ears, smells in his nose, and feels in his head are all real.

Resisting the fear in his heart, Zhang Dali's eyes widened, and he stared at the necromantic dragon that reflected the dark sky without moving, and his heart was surging.

As a person who liked to be cranky since he was a child, he had a great interest in fantasy literature from an early age, and he was also full of a strong yearning for dragons, an indispensable element in such literature.

Growing up, he didn't know how many times he fantasized about seeing a real dragon one day.

And at this moment, the dream came true, and seeing a dragon in such a way that it could not be more real, as if it was finally Disney's child who saw Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck, Zhang Dali was so satisfied and excited that he couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of gratitude to the developers of "Chaos".

This is the gratitude that has been lingering in my heart for more than ten years and finally fulfilled, from the bottom of my heart.

The Necromantic Dragon was extremely fast, like light and shadow, and it quickly disappeared into the pitch-black mountain in front of Zhang Dali, which was a little difficult to discern the outline, and disappeared from Zhang Dali's field of vision.

Zhang Dali stood in place for a long time, unable to say a thousand words, only the aftermath in his heart.

It took a long time for Zhang Dali to recover from the shock, he touched his somewhat damp eyes, and looked feverishly at the already majestic and now more majestic mountain in front of him.

The Necromantic Dragon disappeared into the mountain, where there would probably be its lair, which made Zhang Dali have a crazy thought that was difficult to contain.

Dragons are a top-tier species in any online game, and Chaos is certainly no exception, if it can be replicated in Necrodragon's skills......

Zhang Dali was a little unimaginable.

Imagine what a shocking spectacle it would be for a player to be able to perform the Dragon's Trample or the Dragon's Breath.

Even if because of the disparity in physique, he can't collapse a mountain by stomping his feet like a dragon, and spit out a dragon's breath to destroy a forest, but it is always okay to stun players within a radius of ten meters with one kick and spray hundreds of people into slag.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......" Wandering into the scene of unscrupulous self-esteem after obtaining dragon magic, Zhang Dali couldn't help laughing.

The sound of lewd laughter wafted through the empty woodland, seeping into his own panic.

At this time, what whirlwind slash, what Mengge's shrill howl seemed to be forgotten by Zhang Dali, and he only wanted to obtain the skill of the necromantic dragon.

In his opinion, in front of the dragon's skills, except for the forbidden spell of the Great Magister, the invincible slash of the Sword Master, and the god-level skills of the Holy Knight, who can maintain pride, everything else is scum that cannot be seen.

"It's such a happy decision." Since he has an idea, he will put it into practice, and Zhang Dali has made up his mind that no matter what the cost, he must copy the skills of the Necro Dragon.

Of course, before that, he had to go back to the village.

There are too many good things in his bag now, and they are all good things that may be able to alleviate his life dilemma, compared to the reality of survival, no matter how tempting the skills of the Necromantic Dragon are, they will be overshadowed.