Janet fell asleep, but Siegel had a lot to do. He walked over to the robe caster who had been killed by his wand and examined it closely. The man was naked and dressed in a robe, with no pockets, no ornaments, and no tattoos on his skin, so to speak, there was no clue to his identity. His muscles were shriveled, his joints protruding, and his blood vessels bulged out under his almost transparent skin, like curvy earthworms.

Siegel opened the man's palm, rubbed it between his fingers, and sniffed it under his nose. He smelled the smell of powder, a mixture of sweet and foul smell, which was the smell that was often found in the powders of various spellcasting ingredients. On top of that, a smell of blood wafted through the fingertips of corpses, like the breath of a butcher or executioner, like blood magic.

Siegel set aside the body and began to inspect the room. Judging from the furnishings on the ground, the platform here was built in a very long time, but the newly dug blood groove on the ground is not, and it is only a few months at most, and Siegel can still find clear traces of carving. There is a creamy layer of material at the bottom of the blood trough that keeps the blood from clotting while it flows. The blood of the Dawn Guardian was channeled towards the dragon's skull on the platform under the influence of this formation.

What does a skull do with blood? Siegel was curious. He used a spell to check the traces of magic around him, and found that the skull was intermittently emitting a strong spiritual light, bright and dark, like a beating heart. The brilliance was dazzling, but it did not give any sense of danger, and Siegel felt that the vitality it gave birth to was like a seed about to sprout, an egg about to hatch. It was difficult for Siegel to tell what level this magical item was, but its effectiveness was definitely very powerful.

The spell stopped, and the magic aura vanished, and the dragon skull remained quietly on the platform. Siegel didn't dare to touch it directly with his hands, so he stabbed it with his wand first. The skull shook, unmagically reactive, like an ordinary ornament, like a taxidermy hanging from the walls of a noble mansion.

The one who guards the blood sacrifice with the dawn must be the enemy, and it is generally right to destroy what the enemy wants. Siegel knew that the requirements for the magic array were precise and steady, and the movement of the core items would definitely destroy the effect of the spell. He estimated the weight of the skull with the touch of his wand, then reached out his right hand to pull the bone down.

When his hand touched the skull, the mutation occurred. The originally hollow eye sockets on the skull shone with flames, the bones became crystal round, and a faint pink glow flowed across the surface of the skull, revealing the dragon's muscles, skin, and scales. The skull levitated and turned in Siegel's direction, two flame eyes focusing on him. A voice rang out in Siegel's head, "Who are you, and why do you have the blood of the primordial dragon?"

Siegel felt a tremor of magic ripple through the veins of his body, taking control of his muscles and bones. His tongue involuntarily spoke the truth: "My name is Siegel Squid." But as to whether he had the blood of the Primordial Dragon, Siegel himself did not know the answer, so he could not answer the question.

The dragon's flames flickered as if in the blink of an eye. There was curiosity in his voice, as if he had found something interesting: "Strange person, why is your bloodline constantly changing?Dragon, Titan, Progen, ShadowClan, your bloodline is ever-changing, but it is not constant, what's going on?"

Siegel swallowed, and the dragon's intimidation left him to tell the truth: "I cast a spell called the Bloodline Key, which can trick any item that requires a bloodline inheritance to use. He was about to continue, when a sudden rush of hunger rushed over him, and Siegel's magic resistance came into play again as he did every time he broke free from the magic.

The dragon's curiosity grew, but his arrogance prevented him from using magic to trap Siegel again. "Fun young man, fun magic. Why did you wake me up?"

"I definitely didn't have that idea. "I don't know who is going to wake you up, but this man killed four Dawn Guards and doused your skull with their blood. And these Dawn Guards are the people I'm looking for. Can you see what I mean?"

"Understood, little one. Tell me, what are you going to do next?" The flame in the dragon's eyes became thinner and brighter, as if narrowed.

"I didn't want to do anything with you, I just wanted you not to help my enemies. But what those guys want to do with you, don't do it!" Siegel thought for a moment, then said to the dragon, "I also know some techniques for using blood to cast magic, but it's all my own blood. It's like the guy here who uses other people's blood and lives to create a magic circle, it's evil. ”

"That's right, little mage, it's an evil act, just like the greedy dwarves do. The dragon skull floated all the time, and his voice was long and heavy. "With my blood, the dwarves draw my people and hunt them down as if they were only wild beasts, and with the blood of my people, the dwarves dwarf drench the mountains and gather together the waters of wealth and the power of destiny as if it were only a gold mine, with which the dwarves build kingdoms, proclaim themselves emperors, and dig down to satisfy their insatiable greed. Oh, we dragons are said to be greedy, but we also have limits, and we will sleep contentedly on treasures. Not like the dwarves, not as insatiable as they are. What do you think of dwarves and dragons, little mage?"

"The dwarves I know are not bad, enthusiastic, serious, and very easy to get along with. Siegel told the truth, not the slightest hint of lying to please the dragon: "I have only seen a red dragon who burned my brother's tribe and killed countless living beings. I don't like it, but I forgive it. Because I knew that the dragon was ridden by a Death Knight, and that the slaughter of the village could have been ordered by the Death Knight. ”

The dragon's skull flew high and trembled violently, "Necromancy!!" His voice roared in Siegel's head like a thousand bolts of lightning falling at the same time. "Dragons will never obey the necromancy!

Siegel spat out a mouthful of blood as if he had been hit hard. He took several steps back, regaining his balance. The dragon skull also noticed this, and gradually stopped trembling, and slowly floated back to the platform from a high place. He weakened the strength of the telepathic message and continued, "Little mage, you are too weak, but you have good potential. I am the primeval dragon Longkragah, the father of dragons and the mother of dragons. Every scale of mine becomes a kind of dragon, every bone becomes a kind of magic, every drop of blood ignites a soul. I am powerful and knowledgeable, and if you awaken me, you will show my worth. Say, little mage, what do you want?"

Siegel stared at the dragon's flame eyes for a long time, then tilted his head for a moment. When the dragon was about to get impatient, Siegel rubbed his hands together and smiled, "Can you help me get my companions out?"

"You want this? You can ask for wealth, knowledge, power, power, but you want me to do you a servile thing. I'm the Primeval Dragon, and I'm more powerful than you think, are you a fool?"

"I'll tell you the truth, Dragon. To say I don't want anything is hypocritical. Siegel shrugged his shoulders and looked relaxed: "But after you just rebuked the dwarves' greed, I made some non-centrific demands for you, and that would be a fool." The few things you mentioned: power, which I don't really want yet, maybe I will want it in the future, power, I don't know what the essence of power is, I don't have a good idea, I really want knowledge, but I like the process of learning, so I don't think I will bother you, wealth, I have seen incredible wealth, I overcame the temptation of wealth at that time, and I was able to deal with it with a normal heart. So I decided to make a small wish to help others, and to help myself—to help me get my companions out. ”

The dragon laughed, the voice echoing in Siegel's head, but it didn't hurt. "You little mage...... "How many fools have been like you since I was born? few, few, little mage." So, once again, I'm the primeval dragon Ronkraga, a wretched creature who was made into a dragon's horn after death. The dragon's skull swayed up and down, as if nodding.

"Siegel Squid, a sailor, knight, and apprentice mage, is honored to know you. Siegel bowed.

"I'm sorry I couldn't grant your wish, Apprentice Mage Siegel. I have a memory, so I can give you knowledge, I know the location of the dragon's treasure, so I can satisfy my power and wealth, and I can make my descendants obey your orders, so power is at your fingertips. But I'm also trapped here, as bait to lure other dragons into the trap, sadly and painfully tortured, and can only let people in, not out, so I don't have the power to help you get your companions out. But listen to me, and I'll tell you what to do. ”

Siegel nodded, thanking the dragon for his help.

"My consciousness can spread throughout the fortress, and I see that a powerful blood mage has come to the end of his life, but he wants to trick death with his magical powers. He now has the blood of the True King, the blood of the Golden Dragon, the blood of the Holy Light, and the blood of mortals, but he still wants the blood of the Primeval from me. He wants to change his fate by changing his bloodline. You have a special ability to break free from the effects of magic, but there is a limit to this ability, and you can't fully count on it. All flesh and blood are vulnerable to the Blood Mage, so you need help. I'll show you the way, there's a Golem of Wisdom in this dungeon, and he might be able to help you. ”

"Okay, I'll give it a try. Siegel said, "Can you take care of Janet after I'm gone? ”

"If you wake me up, no one else can control me. But you must not fail, because that blood mage can command me through you, he is a master of playing with bloodlines, and he is no stranger to manipulating people's hearts. The giant dragon skull landed back on the platform, and the flames in both eyes gradually extinguished. He relays a map of the dwarven cave to Siegel's mind, then re-disguises himself as a quiet skull.

"One last sentence, Apprentice Mage Siegel: When it's all over, don't forget to destroy me and let me rest in peace. ”

Siegel nodded.