Chapter 154: The Great Demon God's Bone Spirit Cold Fire

The corpse puppet with only one leg jumped and jumped, which was extremely weird.

"Boy, don't pretend to be asleep, help me out......," Asmodeus called.

Lear slowly opened his eyes and pretended to be surprised, "Ha, Lord Asmodeus, how did you become like this? Are you fighting other demon gods? Or have you met your nemesis, the Goddess of Light of the Temple of Light......"

Asmodeus said with a wry smile: "Okay, you bad boy, hurry up and come over to help, I have sworn with my natal primordial god, I will never hurt you, I, Asmodeus Red War, do what I say, I will definitely not go back on my word like the gods in the Temple of Light!"

Lear laughed, now he doesn't have too good materials at hand to repair the corpse puppet, he will never move another demon skeleton, such a complete and powerful demon corpse is not easy to find, and the first corpse puppet he just refined was occupied by Asmodeus, and he still wants to gather the materials to make another one.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he found a lot of pitch-black and hard bones in the necromancer's storage ring, which had been useless in the past, so he piled them up in his black iron ring......

......A large pile of long and short bones fell to the ground, and Lear picked up some of the right size bones and helped Asmodeus put them together.

Although it didn't match the color of the blue-gold skeleton, the black bones were also extremely strong, and after working for a long time, Asmodeus was finally able to walk freely again......

"Huh, who is this?" Brother Lear......" The old priest awoke from his meditation at some point, and looked at the rattling skeleton walking around in front of him.

At this time, not only half of Morhan's face returned to its original state, but also his whole face was ruddy and younger, as if he was dozens of years younger, and after the poison of the alien fire was removed, the old priest even changed his title, from "master" and "honorable" directly to "brother".

The fire poison was clear, and the High Priest believed that he could completely control this strange fire, and even after careful preparation, he could completely absorb it and turn it into use!

"You can call me 'Red Battle', Lord Red Battle, quack quack......" The skeleton man let out a strange hoarse cry, and Asmodeus glanced contemptuously at the High Priest of the Wolf Clan, a small Holy Order, and a rookie Holy Order who had just stepped into the Holy Order, and had not even fully comprehended the power of his own realm.

If it was in the past, he could have killed 800 children like him with a single claw!

Lear laughed and said, "This is the bone servant I summoned, hehe, you know, I am a summoning magician, and occasionally dabbling in some undead summoning ......"

"Summoning a bone servant?" the old priest said suspiciously, this tall skeleton is a rich blue-gold color, Rao is the old priest is well-informed, and he has never seen a summoned skeleton of this color, and this skeleton obviously has his own sanity, unlike ordinary skeleton soldiers and bone generals who are stupid and stupid, and only know how to listen to the orders of their masters.

However, how could the old priest say it, Lear pulled out the fire poison from his body, and gave him an elixir at a critical moment without hesitation, and his magic power was instantly replenished. Even a fool knows how an elixir that can replenish the magic power of a saint-rank magician can be mortal!

"Well, well......" the old priest laughed, "I'll go and inform the people outside, let them have a big banquet, welcome your guests, and you will be the most honored guest of our werewolf clan from now on......"

Lear smiled honestly and slightly: "High priest, not busy, not busy." I'd like to ask you about the Wasteland of Doom, the Mohican Mountains, and where do I have something to do......

A strange look flashed on the old priest's face: "Mount Mohigan, where are you going, what are you doing? It is a famous and vicious place, not only is there many powerful demonic beasts living there, and the environment is extremely harsh, but also over Mount Mohigan, which is the edge of the ancient continent, and then go to the west......

The old priest shuddered and kept silent.

"What's over there?" Lear couldn't help but be intrigued.

"I can't say it, I can't say it...... ......The old priest shook his head and refused to say any more, as if he would encounter some terrible curse if he spoke out.

"Brother Lear, don't go over Mount Mohikan to the north...... "Morhan once again solemnly warned Lear.

At this moment, Sword's voice suddenly came from outside the cave: "Honorable High Priest, can I come in...... There was a hint of anxiety and helplessness in his voice.

"Well, come in......" The old priest of the wolf clan adjusted the animal skin robe on his body and calmed down before he said.

The half-wolf knight walked in quickly, knelt down on one knee and said, "The order of Lord Lanling King of the Snow Plains has come to the wolf clan camp, asking us to send an army of 100,000 wolf clans to join the army of the beast clan and start a war against the Byron Empire. ”

Lear's ears immediately froze.

The Snow Empire is waging war against Byron, and the first thing to bear the brunt of it is his Floating Fragrance City!

The high priest of Morhan's brows immediately furrowed, and said, "What did Lord Wolf King say?"

Swod said anxiously: "The wolf king has issued a conscription order, ordering the warriors of the various werewolf tribes to assemble, and ask the lord to preside over the beast god communication ceremony to determine the time and place of this attack and send those tribes to the expedition......"

"Listen to the Tiger Clan, the Lion Clan, the Bear Clan, and the Leopard Clan...... Swift added.

The high priest's face became gloomy, and he said, "Are you half-wolf cavalry the vanguard of this war again?"

"Yes, my lord......" Swod wanted to say and stopped, in every war with humans, their half-wolf knights did not rush to the front, suffered the most casualties, and got the least benefits!

"Well, I see, stand down!" the high priest muttered for a long time. Sword stepped back quickly, he had seen the great changes that had taken place in the High Priest, who had been taking good care of their half-werewolves. He glanced at Lear, who was standing next to him, and his expression was filled with gratitude.

"Look, Brother Lear, I wanted to treat you well......," the High Priest said apologetically.

Lear smiled: "High Priest, now the entire northwestern province of the Byron Empire is my fiefdom, and the city of Fragrance that has just been established is my city......"

The high priest changed color suddenly: "What's the matter? You are the Duke of Piaoxiang, the Duke of Piaoxiang who almost destroyed the 'Thunderbolt Legion' with your own strength......"

Lear touched his head and laughed, he didn't expect that he was so famous, even the orcs in the far north knew his name.

"yes, it's ......"

"Well, well......" The old priest pondered for a long time, how should he repay the great favor he owes Lear? Orcs have always been straightforward, and if they don't repay their kindness, is it still an orc......

(The second more arrived, starting to break out from the early hours of the morning, begging for collections, begging for orders, begging for monthly ticket birds, hehe^^^^^)