"What do you want to do with this dragon?" asked Anthony. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ivo looked Neburdan up and down and muttered, "Why don't you roast it and eat it?" ”

Nieburdan snorted angrily, and Anthony stepped on it hard, nodded and said, "The meat is quite firm, remember to divide me in half." ”

Nieburdan was terrified, and Anthony's strength shocked it, the dragon, and it couldn't understand why Anthony could transform into a giant eagle.

Ivo took out Metos, a little bit wanted to unseal the epic weapon, a large frost dragon should be worth the lives of two or three hundred black iron-level creatures, and it could break the second seal.

Sensing Ivo's killing intent, Neburdan had to struggle even though he was afraid of Anthony, Anthony snorted, transformed into a giant eagle again, stepped on Neburdan, hissed twice, and urged Ivo to make a move.

Ivo was about to stab out Methos, when Neburdan suddenly lit up, and each dragon scale flowed with glowing white light, converging in the center of the two horns, and a cloud of white mist oozed from it, slowly condensing into a small dragon shape, separating the small halves, and merging into Ivo's eyebrows.

Ivo was stunned, "What's the situation?" ”

Anthony turned back into a human body, jumped off the dragon body, and said strangely: "The soul of the dragon clan is different from other races, it is called the dragon soul, the strange thing is that it can be separated, this dragon gives you a part of the dragon soul, which means that it is willing to obey you and can never harm you." ”

"It chooses to surrender to you, in order to survive. ”

Ivo reluctantly put away Metos, "Shouldn't the dragons be very arrogant?" It is said that Neburdan has always been very cowardly, abandoned his descendants and fled in Gaudis, was beaten away by the archbishop on the eastern border of Barria, and now he has surrendered.

"There is no arrogance in the vanquished. Anthony said coldly.

Nieburdan flapped his wings and struggled to stand up, his long dragon neck bent down, approached Ivo, spit out his tongue and licked him, the huge and soft tongue brushed Ivo's whole body, Ivo looked disgusted, and his whole body was covered with dragon saliva.

"Lick your sister, are you a dragon or a dog?"

Suddenly, a haughty voice sounded in his head, "Of course, the great Neburdan is a noble dragon!"

Ivo was taken aback, and quickly sank into the domain of his mind, only to see that in the space of consciousness, a small small dragon appeared, which was simply a hundred times smaller than Nieburdan.

"How did you get into my mind?" Ivo was surprised.

Reluctantly, Neburdan explained, "You have the dragon soul of the great Neburdan, and of course I can enter your mind. ”

Ivo was amazed and asked, "I am really embarrassed to kill you for your submission to me." ”

Neburdan said angrily: "The great Neburdan will never submit to anyone, and I have the right to refuse your request." ”

"Yo, aren't you just surrendering, don't worry, I'll treat the captives well. Ivo laughed.

Nieburdan roared: "Bastard!"

"I'll just praise you for me. Ivo plucked out his ears and didn't care.

Neburdan snorted, and after calming down a little, he said proudly: "You have obtained the dragon soul of the great Neburdan, if you find the heart of the glacier you once had, I will not be stingy with my knowledge to guide you to grow." ”

The dragon still has a longing for the heart of the glacier.

Ivo spread his hands. "I'm sorry, I used the Heart of Glacier. ”

Nieburdan was furious, "How could you possibly use it?!"

Ivo raised an eyebrow, too lazy to explain.

"Damn, you'll regret it!" Nieburdan roared, "You lost the opportunity to be mentored by the Great Dragon, this is your loss!"

Just as Neburdan was venting his anger, a terrible coercion suddenly swept through Ivo's mind, and Lao De slowly appeared: "Where is the little worm that disturbs the king's sleep?"

The demon lord is a terrifying high-ranking existence, and the coercion made Neburdan tremble in fear, and he jumped back in horror, looking at the old man who appeared in disbelief, and his words trembled: "Evil, demon lord?!"

"Hmm...... A little bug is there?" Old De squinted, and Nieburdan was frightened by the aura of the high position, and retreated in fear.

At this time, a strong aura appeared behind it, which was also stronger than Neburdan, and Neburdan turned back in shock, and saw the old Guding frowning at him, and said, "I feel like it's a little crowded." ”

Lao De didn't disagree with him this time, and said lightly: "I think so too." ”

Before Neburdan could figure out the situation, Ivo's mind suddenly erupted with an irresistible repulsion, and his consciousness was kicked out in an instant, and the dragon soul remained.

In reality, Neburdan opened his eyelids and retreated sharply like an electric shock, cowering behind a tree, looking at Ivo in fear.

The two fierce men in Ivo's mind scared it!

Neburdan's heart was broken, originally it was still a little resentful, his own dignified four hundred and sixty-year-old frost dragon clan was forced to submit to a teenager, and when it entered Ivo's mind, it still had a sense of superiority.

However, he didn't expect that Ivo had two fierce men whose strength was several times and dozens of times more terrifying than him lived in his mind, and he was immediately confused.

What the hell is going on?!

Who the hell is this kid?!

Seeing a fifty-meter-long dragon hiding behind a small tree, Ivo was speechless, and he didn't know where to start complaining.

Please, that tree can't even cover your eyes, okay?!

Ivo raised his forehead: "You can forage for food by yourself, I call you, and you will come back, understand?!"

Neburdan did not dare to underestimate Ivo anymore, and did not even dare to resist Ivo's orders, nodded again and again, spread his wings and flew away.

With the dragon soul in hand, Ivo is not worried about Neburdan escaping, as long as Lao De lifts the shield of the dragon soul, he can communicate with Neburdan's consciousness.

A big hidden danger has been solved, and Ivo is in a good mood.

In the days that followed, Ivo stayed in the Cold Valley Tribe, living with his people, asking them for advice on transformation and hunting for the tribe.

In addition, he did not abandon his cultivation, and practiced his combat skills and cooking skills every day, both of which were slowly improving.

Charter challenged Ivo almost every day, and of course the result was the same, being beaten by a fat beating.

Chart died unrepentant, and Ivo never repented.

A month later, Lore followed Anthony into the mountains for the same field training that Ivo had experienced.

The days pass quickly in the light tribal life.

Yet beyond the Cold Night Mountains, out of Ivo's sight, a lot is happening.

......

The frozen sea surrounds Fliga, an ocean of icebergs and ice floes, and a large sailing ship sails slowly, the ship of the bishops of the Dark Eye returning to Abraham.

In the main room of the sailing ship, there was an invalid faith contract on the table, and the archbishop stood in front of the table, with black mist coming out of his body, constantly pouring into the thin contract, the faith contract was like a bottomless pit, never filled, and the words of the contract gradually turned red, like a soldering iron.

After a long time, the archbishop's expression showed a slight tiredness, and the faith contract stopped absorbing the black mist, and the content was renovated, and the faith contract was re-established.

When the subject of the contract changes, all copies change with it.

The archbishop said to the Sistines, who was on the sidelines: "Let all the faithful sign a new covenant." ”

Sistin nodded, frowned, and said, "There should be undercover agents in the order, and the faith contract is likely to be invalid again." ”

"I know. The archbishop was expressionless: "I'm waiting for it to fail." ”

The corners of Sistine's mouth curled into a sneer, and he understood what the archbishop meant, and looked at the faith contract.

On the surface of the faith contract, a black light flashed, like the gaze of the archbishop's pure black pupils.

(To be continued.) )