On the first quarter of the moon island, the burial of bones, in the barren burial ground between the craggy and strange rocks, the originally relatively rich negative energy has now become very thin, and it is almost impossible to feel.

A battle is taking place here.

There are a total of five burly Shark Tiger warriors with a height of about two and a half meters, who are fighting with a skeleton.

The skeletons of this skeleton were as clear as jade, and they were all one, but one seemed to be missing between the ribs.

With a nice luster.

Unlike many low-level skeletons, the bones are lifeless and pale, and they are covered in cracks.

Obstruct!

The skeleton with the bone gun in his hand turned around and swept across, the bone gun with a sharp sound of breaking the air, like a dragon like a python smashed the iron knife of a shark tiger warrior, and there was a shark tiger warrior behind the tiger arm opened, flying and grabbing, the skeleton kicked his legs, and his body jumped into the air to avoid the shark tiger's pounce, with an extraordinary sense of vigor between the movements.

Then under Zachar's watchful gaze.

Airplanes!

A pair of bone wings suddenly spread out from behind the skeleton.

It flies low, tossing and turning, and takes on five Shark Tiger warriors on its own.

"Evolved wings, what kind of skeleton is this?"

"Looking at its melee posture, it's quite athletic, could it be a mutated flying skeleton warrior?"

"By the way, where did its bone spear come from?"

Sou!

The two sharks threw hard, and a tough and wide net was thrown over and enveloped the small skeleton.

The soul fire in the little skeleton's eye socket fluctuated sharply, and then, the tip of the bone spear in its right hand ignited a cluster of dark blue flames, covering the entire spear head.

Laugh at!

The bone spear slashed and fell from top to bottom, splitting in two a tough web of twisted fibers from magical plants.

Waving its wings, holding a nearly two-meter-long sharp bone spear obliquely, the small skeleton with vigorous and agile movements still looks presentable, and it is no longer the weak appearance it used to be.

Clang!

A rock the size of a human head was thrown by the shark tiger, and it struck the skeleton in the head just as it had just split the net and showed its majesty.

It's just that the head of the little skeleton flying at a low altitude four or five meters above the ground is tilted.

The soul fire in its eye sockets fluctuated violently, and its body swayed.

At the same time, the shark tigers roared and jumped up from all directions, like leaping tigers, like vicious sharks breaking through the sea, and at the same time threw the little skeleton to the ground, and suppressed it deadly, unable to move.

"The burial ground formed by thousands of kobolds and the bones of three psychic warlocks has transformed it from a first-order mindless skeleton to a third-order mutated skeleton."

"Well, judging by the performance, it shouldn't be Tiger's opponent, but the third order was suppressed by five first-order ordinary shark tigers."

The height of the little skeleton is only about 1.7 meters.

And the common shark tiger also has a burly body size of two meters and five.

"But it still looked like it was trembling when it walked, and this improvement is already huge."

Saga looked down at the little skeleton that had been crushed by the shark tigers with only one head exposed, still struggling.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that the soul fire in the little skeleton's eye socket was much richer than before, and it rose and fell like a flame blown by the wind when it struggled, revealing stubborn mood swings.

"I have rudimentary intelligence, but I don't seem to be very smart."

Sachar ordered, "Alright, let it go." ”

The villainous sharks got up and let go of the suppressed little skeletons.

The little skeleton stood up, the bone wings behind it closed and converged, holding the bone spear in one hand, staring at the small golden dragon in front of him with a little puzzled scale armor like a diamond.

Inexplicably, it felt familiar to Zachar.

Why is it so familiar?

There was no memory, wisdom had just been born, and the little skeleton in his mind was like a blank in thought.

At this time, it saw the other grinning at itself.

"Hey, little thing, forgot who I am?"

Sachar remembered that the minds of undead creatures who had just been born of wisdom were very unsound, that is, they were very easy to fool.

Looking at the little skeleton that showed doubts, the golden young dragon pretended to be majestic, lowered his voice, and said, "I will put you into the burial ground, so that you can be bred into wisdom and get rid of the lowest ignorance. ”

"This is my gift to you, and it is your honor."

"Now, come and bow down to your king, and show your respect and submission."

The hypergravity field was not used, and the dragon was pressed by a trace of electromagnetic force.

Airplanes!

The formless and insubstantial dragon power swept by, the little skeleton's body trembled, and the soul fire in the skull seemed to have been blown by a strong wind, and under the influence of Long Wei's spiritual shock, his head became confused.

When it came to its senses, it heard Zachar's words in a cheerful tone.

"Very well, stand up."

At some point, when it was frightened by the dragon's might, it walked up to Zachar and fell to its knees like a courtier.

It didn't quite understand Sachar's words, but as an undead creature, it had a special talent and could sense the emotions of the living, so it stood up dumbfounded.

"Now that you've got wisdom, it's time to choose a name."

It heard the other say.

"Let me think about it. How about being called Urgon? You may not know where the name came from, but if you do, you know that I have some expectations for you. ”

Silent.

"Hmm That's right, there will be a chance to throw you to the Undead Empire in the Black Europe Continent for further study in the future. ”

It heard the other muttering, still not quite understanding what the other meant.

"Well, since you don't refute, then from now on, you will have a name of your own - Urgun!"

Urgon. Is this my name?

It's still a little dazed, and the wisdom is a little enlightened.

There were vague fragments of memory flickering in the brain.

Name-giving

Undead creatures like skeletons have a blank brain when they are born with primary intelligence, but the incomplete memories before life will have some strange emotional tendencies, and occasionally they can awaken some skills they had before their lives according to their memories.

Raising his head, he looked at the golden dragon who was staring at him with his eyes down, and looked at the existence that gave him a name.

A different kind of emotion grows in the little skeleton's heart.

"Well, what are you looking at?"

"Not happy with the name? I was also dissatisfied with it, so I didn't change it. ”

Saga flicked his tail and said.

At the same time, under his gaze, the little skeleton named Ulgong held the bone spear flat in both hands, and in a burst of dark blue flames, the bone spear began to deform, and finally turned into a rib.

Click!

The little skeleton thrust his ribs into his body.

Once its body had regained its integrity, it knelt before Zaga again without the dragon's intimidation, and its mouth was so hard that it made the sound of rusty mechanical friction.

"Thank you."

It tilted its head and stumbled.

"Oh? You're talking, and it looks like you've got a little memory of your life. ”

"I accept your thanks."

Sachar looked at the little skeleton and said.

"Thanks. Father's name"

Sagar nodded and said, "Words like thanks are enough to say once, and more to keep in your heart." ”

Suddenly, the little dragon's eyes widened.

"Wait, the devil is your father."

"I'm a young dragon who doesn't even have a spouse, and you call me father? Do you see any similarities between the two of us? ”

Zaga glared at the little skeleton calling out for his father.

"Thanks, Father, for the name."

It repeats itself.

Saga wrapped the entire head of the little skeleton in one of his paws, and carried it up.

"As I said, I'm not your father."

He corrected.

The little skeleton that had been slipped up by Sagati did not resist, but the flame of the soul emanated a puzzled emotion.

Sagaron's claws loosened, and its feet hit the ground.

Tilting its head, the little skeleton looked pensive.

"It's not. Father"

It muttered in a whisper.

Saga nodded with satisfaction and said, "Don't make a mistake, don't say I'm not an undead creature, even if I'm a bone dragon, I can't give birth to a little skeleton like you." ”

A few seconds later.

The little skeleton seemed to have figured something out.

It tilted its head to the other side and said to Zachar, "Thank you. Mother gives the name. ”

Mother

The atmosphere in the boneyard froze.

The sharks and tigers who were waiting next to them, who could also understand the lingua franca, looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Sachar:.

As if a black line had climbed up his forehead, Saga roared viciously, and ambergris splashed.

"You stupid skeleton, I am neither your father nor your mother."

"It won't be your grandparents, there is no blood bond between us."

"You just have to remember that I am the dragon lord you will follow for the rest of your life, and the king you will be unconditionally loyal to, and that's it."

Saga said angrily.

If the little skeleton had hair, it would have been flying backwards in Zachar's roar by now.

"King"

The little skeleton stretched out its bony hand, scratched its smooth skull, and fell into deep thought again, as if to ponder the meaning of Zachar's words.

After a moment, under Zachar's slightly nervous gaze, it said, "Thank you, King. of the name. ”

Call.

Saga breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the little skeleton.

"Recognize my father and mother directly, should I say that you are smart or stupid."

He thought to himself.

"I've got some fun for you, come with me."

As he spoke, Saga waved his dragon wings and soared into the air.

The little skeleton also stretched out its bony wings, fluttering and fanning to keep up with Zachar, but it only flew five or six meters high and staggered, a little unstable.

Saga turned his head to look at the little skeleton.

"Can't fly high? Well, there is a high probability that this bone wing is only used to balance the body, and what can make it fly is the magic effect, and it is normal to fly not high. ”

Sachar spun away, claws grasping the little skeleton.

A few minutes later, the two came together to the top of the Hanging Pine Cliff.

"Ready."

Under the quizzeling gaze of the little skeleton.

Airplanes!

The hypergravity field pressed down, and the little skeleton snapped and fell to the ground.

However, the little skeleton, which was oppressed by the hypergravity field, did not panic.

Oh, this inexplicable familiarity. When it was an ignorant skeleton, it had experienced Sachar's hypergravity field many times as an experimental subject.

Saga smiled and said matter-of-factly: "This is a workout for you, don't let me down my hard work for you." ”

Immediately.

Continuing to target the little skeleton, Saga began to study his abilities and try to replicate the simple techniques that could be performed in the Psychic Force Field.

Meantime.

The little skeleton sometimes resisted the oppression of the hypergravity field, sometimes struggled to maintain balance in the weak gravity field, and sometimes trembled under the combined impact of electromagnetic force and dragon power, and it studied with Saga without complaint, and regarded this as Saga's exercise for himself, exuding a strange mood swing.

Sachar took a closer look.

It seems to be a kind of feeling of being happy in the midst of suffering, and enjoying it, and never getting tired of it.

"It's good, I like your attitude."

Sachar was satisfied.

The sun is sinking in the west, and the dusk scene appears in the sky.

The brilliant red sunset lit up the sky like a flame.

Saga had now finished his research, and he didn't feel tired because of his stamina, but the little skeleton was exhausted from the exercise, and the fire of his soul had dimmed a lot, and he collapsed in the shadows on the edge of the cliff to rest.

Bang la blah.

Listen to the sound of the waves rising and falling.

On the reef at the edge of the beach, the young dragon sat on his back, his claws clasping tightly on the rough black reef, looking down at the water below.

His tail was wrapped around the front, and the tip of his tail landed in the sea.

The tail swayed gently from left to right, stirring the sea water to form a faint ripple.

Saga stared down without blinking, and could see fish and shrimp swimming around the tip of his tail, as well as some large pincer crabs hidden in the rubble.

He was fishing with his tail to catch shrimp.

Not for eating.

These little things are not enough to fill the gaps between your teeth, but the process is quite interesting.

Sachar lowered his eyes and looked at the sea.

At this time, the red sunset is reflected on the surface of the sea, as if there is a flame burning under the seabed, forming a strange scene.

This is a sight.

There was a crab the size of an ordinary king crab, covered with a thick carapace, with yellow and black spots on the body surface, and a pair of large pincers with a metallic luster.

It walked with an arrogant stride, paddling through the water.

The small fish and shrimp around were scared away.

Meantime.

The movement caused by the ripples created by the shaking of Sagar's tail attracted it.

The iron pincer crab approached rampantly.

It raises its large crab claws and clatters towards its target.

Click!

As if it were caught in an iron stone, the large pincers that could crush all the stones had no effect.

At the same time.

Sou!

Sachar's tail flicked out.

Crystal clear water droplets splashed everywhere, and the iron tongs crab the size of a grinding disc was carried out of the sea by the dragon's tail, and it panicked to release its pincers and dance its claws in mid-air.

Ahh

Saga stretched out his neck and took a bite of the iron tong crab in the middle.

With a crisp chewing sound, the crunchy and hard shell and the delicious and tender meat entered Zachar's mouth.

"It's finally rewarding."

Licked his lips.

Saga once again stretched his tail vertically down, submerging into the water to lure his ignorant prey.

Unfortunately, by the time it was two hours old, it had become dark, and at night, there was no other catch from Saga except for the crabs he had caught at the beginning.

In the boundless sea under the bright moonlight.

The golden dragon coated with a faint layer of moonlight on its body is like a dream, lying on the reef and fishing with its tail.

It's a wonderful scene.

But Zachar's mood was not as good as it was.

"Why don't you take the bait?"

Saga stared intently at the bottom of the sea.

A white sea fish about two meters long, covered with a layer of fine white scales, slender and delicious, was swimming next to Sagar's dragon tail, it was close to the tip of Sagar's tail, looked curiously, and then circled around, but just refused to bite.

That's it.

More than ten seconds later.

The white fish shook its tail fin and turned away leisurely, not intending to bite Sachar's tail.

"Damn."

Zachar didn't care.

Call!

The dragon's wings spread slightly, obscuring the moonlight, casting undulating shadows on the sea.

The sudden appearance of the shadow frightened the fish.

With a flap of its tail, the water suddenly became a little muddy, and it swam quickly into the distance.

But - buzz!

There was an invisible power passing by, and the white fish's body stiffened, and the spirit that was not very tenacious collapsed directly under the shock of the dragon's might, and surfaced out of the sea with its belly turned over.

"Hmph."

The little dragon snorted.

Annoyed and angry, he used Long Wei.

(End of chapter)