The battle to slay the dragon continues.

The battle situation in front of him was actually quite fierce, but because the Cyril mage next to him would always say some inconsequential words from time to time, Barrit couldn't feel the tension and excitement of slaying the dragon he once thought.

The zombie dragon fell to the ground sideways, its three half-dragon claws kept stomping, and the dragon tail with bone spurs also swung violently, cutting deep marks on the ground one after another.

The zombie giant man Doon, who was suppressing it, crawled his entire body on the dragon's neck and tightly wrapped a half-thick arm around the dragon's head, making all its struggles in vain

Why a half-arm? Because that half-arm Doon had been accidentally bitten by the zombie dragon with its sharp teeth when he was beating the zombie dragon before, and it was torn off directly from the elbow.

Fortunately, such an injury is nothing to the undead, and if you go back and pick it up a little, you can use it as usual.

And our Death Knight Barrett, who is eager to slay the dragon, is standing in mid-air with Mage Cyril and the female vampire Ophelia (a 'flying spell' cast by the mage) above the dragon's head, ready to extinguish the soul fire of the guy below.

Another Death Knight, Rodney, was still trying to slash the dragon's wings to avoid accidents. After being resurrected by the Dark Realm, most of the undead can basically recover most of their state. In case of repeated battles, it is also good to weaken the enemy a little in advance.

The ghoul, who was attacking like a rage, was nowhere to be seen after the dragon fell, and Barrett vaguely suspected that the creature was crushed under the dragon's body. But when he saw that the ghouls' companions were not in a hurry, he did not make a sound to warn them.

"Is it true that the undead creatures you destroyed will never come back to life?" Mage Cyril asked curiously.

Barrett nodded and replied calmly, "Yes, I've tried many times and none of them failed. "This is true both in Deathknell and in the Dark Realm.

"Awesome, awesome!" the mage looked at Barrett with shiny eyes, but did not ask any further details, as if this unobtrusive looking guy also knew how to respect other people's privacy.

"Then you really are a 'natural enemy of the undead'!" said the mage in amazement, "Did you know that Ophelia pierced the helmet and head of a hostile death knight in the last battle, and while extinguishing the fire of the opponent's soul, she also cut off his head. But the Death Knight, who was supposed to be completely extinct, was resurrected under the dual influence of magic and dimensional characteristics. Isn't it, dear?"

The female vampire nodded, not refuting the fleshy title.

She looked at Barrett and explained with a nonchalant expression, "The Death Knight drove the headless corpse into battle again less than a minute after he fell. Due to the intensity of the battle, our side was relatively small, and someone was messing around with the enemy generals, so I couldn't be distracted to find the pierced head. And in the heat of battle, it is not easy to completely smash the head protected by the helmet. ”

"She's right!" Mage Cyril echoed, "A fully fledged plane like the Dark Realm has a history older than the primordial gods born before the First Age. No one really knows its characteristics, so many times here you think you've completely wiped out the enemy, but soon after, you'll see them on the battlefield. So ......"

"So what?" Barrett asked, somewhat uncertainly.

"So go down and kill that big guy!" said the mage with a helpless expression, "You have such a special ability, or equipment, or whatever, in short, you must make good use of it!"

"Oh, that...... How should I go down?" Barrett asked, a little embarrassed. He had never really experienced the magical magic of 'flying' before, so although his face had been pretending to be indifferent at this time, his body was very stiff and he didn't know what to do at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mage Cyril snapped his fingers. Immediately afterward, Barrett noticed that the magic effect applied to him suddenly disappeared, and he himself fell rapidly downward.

Damn, you could have said it in advance! He was a little frustrated.

But there's no time to think about it. Barrett gripped the two runic swords of 'Pain' and 'Despair' in both hands, and relied on his strong physical strength to adjust his direction and balance during the brief fall, allowing himself to fall towards the dragon's cloudy vertical pupil that had been pierced many times.

The zombie dragon raised his jaw and wanted to welcome Barrett with a dragon kiss, but was pressed down by the zombie giant Doon in time.

The next moment, with a loud thud, the heavily armed Barrett fell to his knees on the dragon's head. The rune swords in both hands pierced the zombie dragon's vertical pupils with precision, completely submerging them.

The surging power of frost poured out along the rune sword, freezing the dragon's vertical pupils into a miserable white crystal, and at the same time, it also went all the way down, constantly impacting the soul fire in the zombie dragon's skull!

Half an hour passed, and Barrett remained motionless, while the zombie dragon still writhed from time to time.

"My dearest Ophelia, do you suppose he's still going on?" Mage Cyril asked in the air.

The female vampire shook her head, "I don't know. The dragon's soul fire must be quite large, and even if it lies there motionless for us to extinguish, it will not be an easy task. ”

"Lying there motionless? hehe. The mage smiled, "Next time let me be this dragon, you can extinguish my flames." ”

Ophelia rolled her eyes and ignored them.

Barriet below clenched his teeth, his face hideous, and poured all the frost power in his body into the skull of this zombie dragon. He could feel the other party's soul fire swaying by the impact, but it was always burning firmly, and he refused to extinguish it obediently.

And if he relaxes a little, this huge soul fire will begin to absorb the negative energy around him and slowly revive again.

The other party is lying still and letting himself kill, but he can't even kill himself? This TM is a little embarrassing. Barrett shook his head inwardly, ready to abandon the stalemate attack and discuss other options with Mage Cyril.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of a piece of equipment that had been lying in the spatial ring for a long time. It was an obsidian battle axe that carried only one stat, the 'Undead Predator' - dealing an unimaginable amount of damage to undead creatures.

Give it a try?

As soon as he thought of it, Barrett quickly inserted the runic weapon back into his waist and took out the obsidian battle axe from the spatial ring. Then, he once again condensed the little frost power he had left on the battle axe, and slashed down at the zombie dragon's vertical pupil.

The ice crystal pupils that had been completely frozen were completely shattered under this blow, and the painless zombie dragon suddenly let out a huge dragon groan. After this, Barrett felt a special aura surging down the giant axe towards him, entering his body.

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