Dragons have always been among the most powerful of fantasy creatures, they were born to stand at the top of the food chain, possessing ancient wisdom, powerful physiques and scales harder than steel, capable of unleashing devastating dragon magic, and with their dragon breath capable of melting mountains and freezing rivers. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info when their dragon mouth is bigger than a house comes out, it will release a destructive jet of white light, but it is incredible that this powerful creature will actually surrender to a human, that terrible guy - Seahorse Seto, sorry, really digressed again.

Bai Huang swore that he had never seen a more shocking scene in his life, including the first half of his life, which may have been the first half of his life (do you understand), under the gray sky, a bone dragon with wings spread for more than 100 meters and burning with blue flames is constantly magnifying in your sight, that feeling! Well, it's like a Boeing 737 crashing into your house, uh, this metaphor seems to be difficult to experience, so you can also imagine the first view of the oncoming train when lying on the tracks, this should be easier to understand.

After the initial shock, Bai Huang's thoughts began to diverge again, he wondered if this skull dragon was called Sindragosa, and there was a second fool standing on it, if so, then he had come to a more familiar world, but then he remembered what the tall and thin skeleton had said, this is the land of the forsaken, and they are all existences deprived of their true names.

Doesn't have a name? Bai Huang doesn't understand this very well, for him who is accustomed to looking at things from a scientific point of view, there are too many unknown phenomena in this world, including his current state, although he has also seen many magical works, but this does not mean that he can rub out a big fireball without a teacher after coming to a strange world, at least so far, he has not found that he has any gold fingers, nor has any system panel to see, and there is no old man hiding in the ring who can act as an encyclopedia.

The Boeing 737, ahhhhh

"Hey, those few over there, if they're not dead yet, get out of the way, Lord Skeleton Dragon is about to land!" The tall and thin skeleton suddenly let out a mental fluctuation, Bai Huang probably felt that this was similar to a small horn shouting, and then there was a commotion on a piece of white bone ground thirty or forty meters away, and several skeletons who had just woken up were rolling (their heads were rolling) and crawling (half of their bodies were crawling) in various senses, and they couldn't care about reorganizing their bodies, and they fled desperately for a while. Then I heard a boom, and a vibration came out, setting off the white bones in the sky.

Bai Huang felt that in the face of such a behemoth, standing was actually no different from lying on his stomach, with mathematical habitual thinking, he could see himself as a point, thinking like this, he didn't feel that he was cowardly, so he calmly stood up from the ground, looked at the bone dragon that was leaking from thirty or forty meters away, and was a little lucky, if it was really a dragon with a strong wind and landed around, it would not be as simple as an unstable foothold. Bai Huang, who quietly set up a flag in his heart, glanced at the tall and thin skeleton, hoping that the other party could introduce him to himself who was unfamiliar with life.

However, he forgot that he didn't say it was his eyes now, and even his eyes were gone, so he waited for a long time and didn't see a response from the other party, so he had to ask curtly: "I wonder if you can introduce me to the Prophet you just mentioned?" The latter patted Bai Huang on the shoulder casually, and led him to walk in the direction where the bone dragon landed, "Let's go, think about it with your knees, the Prophet must be here for you." ”

Bai Huang was suddenly a little apprehensive when he heard this, this feeling was like a lost traveler being led by a strong man with two ribbon fish tattooed on his body to meet his cousin boss, after all, listening to the tone of the tall and thin skeleton, the mysterious prophet should have a high status, and this territory may be covered by him.

Karakala...... The only sound of bones rubbing and clashing in this isolated pale land was the whining and wailing of the wind, and of course, the movement of the skull-dragon might have been a little louder, well, really only a little.

Thirty or forty meters is not too far, especially when two groups of people walk towards each other, the speed of A is xx, and the speed of B is yy.

Bai Huang once again struggled to pull the thoughts wandering around back to his normal circuit, and began to look at the few figures that appeared after the smoke and dust dissipated not far away.

Needless to say, the most eye-catching bone dragon, several hills in Bai Huang's hometown were not as tall as him, and the difference in size alone made the skeleton feel oppressive, and the blue flames all over his body had already dissipated after landing, revealing the craggy bones. The tiger will not fall, let alone the dragon, the thick bones without any flesh and blood are still full of power, and the hideous bone spurs are like swords and spears exuding a compelling cold light.

Bai Huang estimated that if it wasn't for the master who dismantled the Gundam with his bare hands, and the demolition had to be of the type of Assault Freedom, he really couldn't help but be stunned.

Moving his gaze downward, Bai Huang looked for the figure of the so-called Prophet.

The old face, the gray beard, the right hand on a crutch, ah no, it is a staff, wearing a headband made of the skull of an unknown beast on his head, a shabby but unusually neat gray and white robe, almost wrote the word prophet on his face, if this thing was not a prophet, I would have swallowed Xiang and killed himself, Bai Huang thought so, although he couldn't swallow Xiang in his current state, and he couldn't kill himself.

There were still several figures beside the old man who was suspected of being a prophet, and Bai Huang took a closer look and made his own judgment: a butler, a guard, and a maid.

Dressed in a well-cut black tuxedo, with a calm and elegant smile on his face, and walking at the standard of aristocratic steps, it was a man who seemed to have walked out of a medieval castle, Bai Huang looked at each other, thought about it carefully, and came to a conclusion: it was a patient with advanced systemic diffuse severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, every time he took a step, whether it was his hands and feet or his body, he maintained the amplitude of the last movement, and every time this kind of person walked, the distance he walked must be an integer number of steps.

Bai Huang felt that he could still meet like-minded patients in another world, which was really gratifying and gratifying.

Walking to the left of the old man was a guy covered in black heavy armor, Bai Huang was not sure if there was anyone inside, not to mention that he didn't have the courage now, even if he gave them bear bile, he didn't dare to go up and knock on the armor and asked: Excuse me, may I ask if there is anyone inside. Two red lights could be faintly seen from his hideous visor, but Bai Huang felt that the biggest slot of the tin can-like guard was the door panel behind him. To be honest, Bai Huang felt that it should be a door panel that looked a bit like a heavy sword, not a heavy sword that looked like a door panel.

The last figure made Bai Huang subconsciously want to take a deep breath, but found that he had no heart and lungs, it was a girl in a black and white lace maid costume, with a layer of hazy mist on her body, so that the skeleton could not see her face clearly, but Bai Huang felt that the most regrettable thing was that it was still an empty place under the light skirt - he was a black silk controller.

Thinking of these things that didn't matter, Bai Huang was stunned, and followed the tall and thin skeleton to a few big people.

"I've seen the Prophet, Lord Dire, Lord Wraith, Lord Dragon, Lord Dreadknight," the tall and thin skeleton bowed and saluted, apparently referring to their respective races.

The old man nodded slightly and motioned for the tall and thin skeleton to retreat first, and Bai Huang only reacted at this time, wanting to salute as he did, but found that he was unable to bow his head due to an inexplicable resistance in the face.

"Outsiders, don't be polite. The old prophet stared at the skeleton in front of him with those white eyes, no, to be precise, at Bai Huang's soul.

The white pupils seemed to flow through countless pictures for a moment, deep as if an ocean, but the prophet old man sighed in his heart, all the pictures were presented in front of him, but he just couldn't see clearly, no, it should be said that he couldn't understand, just like a child who couldn't recognize and understand the meaning of words, and what appeared in front of him at this time was just a messy accumulation of light and shadow, yes, it could only be described by this word, because he couldn't read and understand it at all, whether it was the other party's past or future.

Closing his eyes, which were a little overdrawn, the prophet old man asked in a gentle tone, "Your name is Bai Huang, right?"

"Yes. Bai Huang was slightly surprised, but thinking that since the other party was called a prophet, he naturally had some corresponding skills, but what he didn't expect was that in fact, this old man had been spying on himself.

"I was originally a human being, as if I was in a dream for some reason I suddenly arrived here, became a skeleton, the friend just now called me the person who carved the name, I wonder if Mr. can guide me through the maze?" Bai Huang conveyed his thoughts with great expectations, if the other party could let himself travel back to his original body, it would be the best, no matter how bad it was, he could understand this grotesque world.

"Your appearance has shattered the world in my eyes, and all the pictures have become blurred, the person who carved the name, you are a very peculiar existence, if it weren't for the lack of time, I really want to talk to you. The old prophet said, raising the staff in his hand, and the surging power of death gushed out, forming a whirlpool, gathering the power of death on the pale earth, growing stronger and stronger until a black moon appeared in the center of the hollow whirlpool.

"While the power of the Stygian Moon has not yet completely dissipated, go to the outside world to find answers, Engraved One!" The black Stygian Moon gradually set on the top of the staff, like a fist-sized gem emitting a dark light.

Holding the staff of the Stygian Moon in his hand, the power of death lingers, and the gray and white robes are stirring, the old prophet at this moment is like a demon god who has come out of myths and legends, dominating death. Bai Huang, who couldn't move, was excited, and wanted to bow down.

"Let's go ......," suddenly the voice of Hong Zhong Dalu filled the world with a vibrale like resonance.

What kind of spell is it? Bai Huang thought to see if he could write down a forbidden spell or something, even if he couldn't use it, he could pretend to be forced.

"Leave you!" But the old prophet roared like a berserker and slammed his staff into Bai Huang's face, smashing the latter into a crack that opened by the Stygian Moon.

And the last thought of Bai Huang's consciousness in the darkness was: Well, it's so simple, remember. I don't know if he's remembering what he thinks is a spell, or if it's the vengeance of the staff.

In the surging power of death, several of the Forsaken giants fell to their knees on one knee (except for the ghost girl), staring at the place where Bai Huang had left.

"Congratulations to my king!"

(PS Small Theater:

Ghost Girl: Prophet, do you have to be so violent every time you cast a spell?

Old Prophet: This may be the last time I will lash my king, I will no longer be able to stand by my side, old man, do you know that I am bitter in my heart......

Dire: The old man must have thought to himself that the staff just now felt good.

Terror Knight: Flash, the old man is going to start chattering again, and he can't stop for a while.

As he spoke, the Terror Knight summoned a black mist skeleton horse and rode into the dust, and Dire glanced at the dragon, which had almost disappeared into the sky, and decisively turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared in place.

Old Prophet: Let me tell you about me 1,300 years ago......

Ghost girl: Eh∑ (っ°Д°;) Don't run, don't leave me!Woo~~)