The hooves of the camels stirred up billowing smoke and dust, the melodious sound of camel bells came, and a small camel caravan slowly marched through the desert with the noon "Atta".

The caravan travelers looked a little embarrassed, the sultry breeze tearing at their black robes, blowing sand into their wide cuffs, ravaging their careless exposed skin, stripping them of their senses with the intention of throwing them into the empty depths of the sea of sand.

The travelers bowed their heads one after another, their legs clamped between the bumpy saddles, and the docile camels slowly moved forward, bowing their heads to meet the long sand and dust under the manipulation of their masters.

A traveler was a little distracted by the golden sand dunes, almost unable to tell where he was and where he wanted to go, his companion next to him lifted the masked turban and said something loudly, the latter came back to his senses and leaned his head over to listen, but the former was in pain from the sand and gravel that was ushered in when he lifted his turban, and quickly covered his turban and made a few gestures to his companion. In the midst of the gold, the companion did not see the gesture clearly, nodded perfunctorily, and continued with his companion.

Thunder and lightning suddenly came from the front of the procession, and it was amazing that the camels in the group were not frightened by the sudden lightning and continued to walk slowly.

A large blue dragon stood in its way, watching the caravan greedily, its shiny scales a deep indigo color in the light of "Atta", like a desert sky, and it was very bright due to the constant friction with the sand and stones. Its outer skin crackles with a strong static electricity, filling the air with the smell of ozone.

The leader of the caravan lazily lifted his turban and pulled out a badge: a long-eyed flame burning on the dragon's claws, the blue dragon saw the person and the badge, and in disappointment led a group of lizardmen in animal skin skirts around him to get out of the way. The members of the caravan stepped off their camels, casually saluted the departing blue dragon under the leader's leadership, and then walked towards their destination, a large and strange mountain with many caves.

In the center of the mountain is a wide hall, dry and tidy, richly decorated, from time to time there are figures in black robes passing by, the members of the camel team have dispersed, from the fork in all directions to their destination, the leader walked on the road decorated with dragon reliefs, looking with interest at the window flying a few blue dragons that went to hunt, "Lord Namaha?" the leader casually asked the subordinates who ushered in.

"Lord Namaha is at the Blue Lord's place, and an intruder has broken into the treasure room of His Highness the Blue Lord. ”

"Intruders?"

"Yes, but it has been solved by His Royal Highness the Blue Lord himself, and Lord Namaha has already brought people over. ”

The Blue Dragon Lord of the Wild Bull Desert, the Blue Lord of the Dragon Lich, Magreth was tired of listening to the prayers of the Dragon Witch Cultists outside the cave, they repeatedly knelt down, chanted, and sang about their incredulity and various powers, but in fact, the skeletal eyes of the Blue Lord were filled with phosphorus fire, and he looked at his nominal servant, the purple-robed priest of the Dragon Witch Cult, Namaha, with fear.

Although the aesthetics of dragons are different from those of humans, the Blue Lord also understands that even from a human point of view, Namaha is just a dry old man, with a short and sleeked body, cloudy eyes, trembling hands, a gray beard with food crumbs, and disgusting age spots, but all this cannot stop his strength and dominance over the Blue Lord, although Namaha is surrounded by powerful magical powers, and there are also powerful spell shields and powerful staff in his hands, but this does not make the powerful Blue Lord obey him, and the Blue Lord looks at the amulet around Namaha without a trace"My lifebox. The Blue Lord thought resentfully.

The dragon lich, invented more than 500 years ago by the legendary mage Samast, who founded the Dragon Worship, the genius Samast was originally a voter of the goddess of magic, and it is rumored that he is also one of the faces of the goddess of magic, after a series of bitter scenes, he broke with the great sage of the Shadow Valley, Ilminster, who is also the face of the goddess of magic, betrayed the goddess of magic, threw himself into the arms of darkness, and made the following prophecy in a not very normal state of mind - the world will be ruled by the dragon of death.

The amazing Samast really figured out how to create the dragon of death, the Dragon Lich. And in this way, he founded the Worship of the Dragon, with the intention of fulfilling the prophecy. Samast recruited a group of like-minded people and careerists, spread the transformation method of the dragon lich widely, and constantly persuaded the dragon who was dying to turn into a dragon lich and strengthen the dragon cult, the whole of Ferron feared the growing strength of the dragon witch cult, a group of righteous men ambushed Samast but was defeated, and finally a group of priests of the god of dawn sacrificed themselves to summon the incarnation of the god of dawn and killed Samast who had been transformed into a lich. The Dragon Witch Cult went underground, silently waiting for Samast to return from his resurrection.

"Ahem" Namaha interrupted the blue lord's gaze, and the blue lord hurriedly turned his attention to the two captives on the ground.

A warrior, a priest, fell to the ground weakly, wearing glass-like armor melted by lightning, the dark flesh was faintly visible through the hollows of the armor, and in some places black entrails and charred skeletons were exposed, and the limbs were also visible due to the violent impact.

The Blue Lord and Namaha hiding behind the Iron Golem watched the two miserable captives together, although they dodged layers of magic traps and guards, but in the face of the combination of the Dragon Lich, the quasi-legendary mage and the Iron Golem, they were still quickly defeated, the Blue Lord listened to the prayers of the dragon worshippers outside the cave irritably, wondering if to go out to eat a few people, although the white ossified dragon lich does not need to eat, but in order to spit lightning, the dragon lich that has lost its body can only transform food into a spit weapon by eating. "Namaha will agree, there are so many followers anyway. The Blue Lord thought expectantly.

The Blue Lord suddenly felt a shudder, only to feel that the boredom and malice in his heart for the Dragon Witch Cultist quickly disappeared, leaving only a piece of tranquility, and even a little fear that had not been seen for a long time. The dragon lich peeked into Namaha's neck, and sure enough, Namaha was caressing his own life box with his withered fingers.

"My lifebox!" the Blue Lord thought angrily, as the creator of the Dragon Lich, Namaha held the Blue Lord's Life Box, and could not only control the life and death of the Blue Lord, but even control the actions of the Blue Lord to a limited extent.

"Great Blue Lord, beware of these two eccentric fellows, they are not ordinary humans. Namaha said respectfully.

The Blue Lord casually glanced at the captives on the ground, they were doomed to death based on the Blue Lord's knowledge of humanity, but the next moment the Blue Lord was surprised to find that the two of them were staggering to their feet with each other's arms, hiding behind a pile of gold coins melted by lightning.

The Blue Lord looked condescendingly at the two people hiding in the shadows, and watched in amazement as their injuries slowly recovered in the shadows, and the Blue Lord watched with interest for a few minutes, dragging the long skeleton and grabbing the two of them with gray-white keel claws.

The Blue Lord was amazed to see the blood of the two of them re-emerge from their tattered limbs under the grip of the sharp dragon bone claws, and the scorched sternum just now regrew bright red muscles, and even the skin began to reappear, "Stronger than trolls." The blue lord's claws subconsciously tightened, but they couldn't pinch them, and they suddenly disappeared from the blue lord's bone claws, one in the shadow of a pile of gold coins, and the other in the shadow of the blue lord's huge body.

"Shade. Namaha muttered.

"Please don't attack again, we're here to negotiate. The intruder under the Blue Lord propped himself up and said in a steady tone.

Namahamo clutched the amulet around his neck, causing the Blue Lord's roar to come to an abrupt end, "Who are you, and what is the purpose?"

The intruder behind the gold coin stood up, dropped the weapon that had been torn apart, and smiled slightly on his half-melted face, revealing his blackened teeth: "We are two Yin Princes, who have come to form an alliance with the Blue Lord and destroy the Santarin of the Wild Bull Desert. ”