In the team of the undead, a tall undead wearing a white cloak and a dragon's bone skull stared at the approaching group of machines in the sky, and asked the blood god officer Gloria beside him, "Lord Gloria, is that the alchemy dragon that is rumored to have defeated the psychic holy tower?" ”

The Blood Priest Gloria stopped his horse, looked up at the sky and said, "No, in fact, I've only heard about it, but I'm afraid that the force that can make Dritan and that guy afraid is definitely not simple. ”

"What to do? Tell everyone to prepare for defense? If these alchemy dragons attack in a similar way to real dragons, then my people can deal with them. ”

Gloria, the Blood God Officer, laughed in surprise: "Ah, I'm so sorry, I almost forgot, Plitos, you still have a hand at dealing with dragons as a dragon lich, so please let me enjoy it." ”

"As you wish."

The dragon lich Plitos was once an old black dragon, and the long years gave him great strength, but also made him unsightly.

As a result, because of his arrogance, he was so stupid that he had a conflict with the Holy Emperor Elistia!

The ending was very tragic, and Plitos was beaten into a serious injury after not surviving for three minutes, and if it weren't for Elistia's laziness to kill them all, he would have no bones left.

As a result, Plitos, who was no longer able to resist, was picked up by Dritan the Abyssal and used as an experiment, transforming him into a dragon lich.

Although it wasn't his own volition, Plitos' mental state changed after becoming a dragon lich, and he began to think like an undead instead of a dragon.

When the Eternal Cult was led by Elistia to trouble the Psychic Tower, taking advantage of the weakness of the guards, Plitos fled from the castle of Dritan the Abyssal, and fled to the north after carrying out some demolition projects on Dritan's territory as if angry, and gradually became a high lord of the Winter Alliance.

Because of the identity of the dragon lich, which is the most hated species of undead in the dragon clan, and even above the bone dragon, Plitos is not less at war with his former kind.

During this time, he and his army of the undead accumulated a great deal of experience in fighting dragons, and as many as seven dragons died at the hands of Plitos!

Under the command of Plitos, his troops quickly formed a dense phalanx under the coordination of high-ranking undead, and a large number of skeleton mages were covered by ghouls with giant shields, and only when the dragons descended to a low enough height to release their magic intensively.

Of course, the skeleton mage's attacks were meaningless to the dragon, not even tickling.

Plitos didn't expect the attacks of the low-tier undead to be effective, his real killer weapon was the high-tier undead hidden between the phalanxes, which were nothing more than cannon fodder to attract the dragon's attention.

When the dragon is enraged and distracted by the attacks of the weaker undead, the combined attack of multiple high-level undead will inflict heavy damage on the dragon, and then it will be time for Pletos to do it.

It's a simple tactic, but it makes good use of the dragons' common flaw - arrogance.

However, this time Plitos was destined to be disappointed, and the alchemy dragons in the sky, lined up in a neat formation and slowly passing through the army of the undead, did not seem to have any intention of descending in height at all, and did not even emit any magic fluctuations.

Just when Plitos and the others were puzzled, the group of "fat dragons" above their heads actually "laid eggs"! Each "fat dragon" dropped four strange eggs with white feathers in a row.

"What's that?"

Confused, Plitos asked Gloria for help.

Blood Priest Gloria was also unaware that Dritan's intelligence blockade was working well, and she had never been able to figure out what was going on on the front line at that time.

In order to figure it out, these Gloria are infiltrating the Cult of the Damned God of Douzawa, but it hasn't achieved much success yet.

"Whatever that is, it's certain to be some kind of attack."

As she spoke, Gloria pulled out the dagger tied to her fair-skinned thigh, slashing the blood vessels in her wrist, and the blood that flowed out quickly formed a blood ball that enveloped her.

Finding that Gloria was so careful, Plitos couldn't help but feel a little contemptible, this blood god officer Gloria is indeed good, but he is too careful, and the skills he has developed are almost all around how to save his life, and the battle relies more on intrigue than frontal hard fighting.

"Forget it, it's not a big mistake to be careful, let's defend a little, it's not good to make it too embarrassing."

As he spoke, Plitos' wings spread out behind his back, and then wrapped his whole body.

More than fifty bombs rose one after another, and the dazzling mushroom clouds that rose one after another shrouded the army of the undead, and the ultra-high temperature more than 1,000 degrees higher than magma swept away the undead below the high level in an instant with the shock wave, even if the high-level undead wanted to survive, they could only rely on luck.

The flames enveloped Gloria and Plitos, and the blood cells were dried and cracked almost instantly, and then blown apart by the shockwave, revealing Gloria's body inside.

Directly exposed to the raging heat, Gloria's body quickly carbonized, falling to the ground and breaking into several knots.

Plitos's situation was much better than Gloria's, except for the loss of his clothes and his appearance changing from the white of bones to the charred black of black charcoal, at least not as charred as Gloria.

The Count of Weimar looked at the mushroom clouds rising one after another in the army of the undead, and even though he was miles away, he still felt the heat wave, and his heart was filled with only one word.

"Forbidden spell!"

An alchemy dragon capable of using forbidden spells! Sky!

And it's a continuous forbidden spell!

This is unthinkable in other countries.

The Count of Weimar turned his head with difficulty to look at the white steel who was smiling at the beauty of the explosion, and the smile in his eyes was so terrifying.

If the Lord of the Storm really wanted to take his own life when he attacked the White Wolf Castle at that time, I'm afraid the Northland Legion would no longer exist at this time!

Feeling the gaze of the Count of Weimar, Bai Gang turned his head and smiled at him, and said, "Lord Earl, please let everyone speed up a little faster, and we had better get out of here while the undead are in chaos now." ”

"Yes...... Okay, I'm ...... I'll do it! ”

As he spoke, the Count of Weimar bowed to White Steel for the first time, tamed like a weak fawn.

Then, White Steel and the others also left with the Count of Weimar, but the undead suffered heavy losses but still they could not resist, and it was time to leave on this opportunity.

It's just that neither Baigang nor the Count of Weimar expected that in the midst of that scorching flame, Plitos suddenly opened his eyes and glared angrily at the fighters in the sky.