How is this possible?

The trauma caused by the Void Splitting continued to erode Hilton's body, and a large amount of blood was lost, and even the dragonman's good regeneration ability was still unable to fill the lack of strength.

The weakness crept through little by little, and the fear gradually filled his mind.

How is it possible that the power that was bought at the cost of dignity and freedom should seem so unbearable in front of this person?

That's right, it can't be......

Humiliation and reluctance were about to force him to turn his fear into anger, when an oppressive force touched his bloody back.

Flashing to Hilton's side, Lanros stomped on his back, and with a suppressed low roar, emerald green flames burst out from beneath his feet.

Boom –

The flameburst blessed by the destruction spell was fleeting, and the flesh torn apart by the powerful impact scattered and splattered, completely turning the surrounding grass into a purgatory-like scene.

At this step, Hilton finally couldn't get up again.

Ignoring the sticky and hot blood on the other party's body, Lanroth reached out and pressed the back of the breathless Hilton's head, and as the cold and evil aura suddenly surged in this hot space, he 'saw' the dying soul of the other party.

The appearance of the black dragon is a big deal, and Lanloth's current situation is equivalent to walking a tightrope in the sky, if he can't control the secret behind it, once something happens, it will most likely make him fall off the cliff.

Therefore.

Soul Harvest......

The invisible force bit Hilton's soul like a beast, and under the rough drag of the dark magic, a miserable white streamer slowly poured out of his body.

Well?

The dragonman's crippled body suddenly trembled violently, and a sharp warning signal quickly surged in his mind, and at the last moment, Lanlos immediately cut the magic in his hand, and jumped back to widen the distance from the other party.

"Whew!"

Hilton's face tingled with a sharp pain that tingled his scalp, and with a terrifying wail, scarlet blood gushed out of his orifices.

In just a moment, his entire head was shriveled down.

Looking at the inhuman-shaped dragonman corpse from afar, the solemnity on Lanloth's face became more and more intense.

At the same time as he launched the soul harvest, an extremely evil force shattered the soul of the other party, and even almost attacked Lanlos himself. Fortunately, he is no stranger to this force.

That's it, the gods of the ancients.

Nessario, himself a guardian of the earth worthy of everyone's respect, has corrupted his noble spirit through his intimate contact with the earth, the Elder Gods sealed in the depths of Azeroth.

Not only did he betray Azeroth, not only changing his name to Deathwing, but also causing his wyverns to be bewitched by the Elder Gods and turned into a group of crazy, neurotic, depraved black dragons.

And the dragon man and the dragon beast are themselves creations created by the hands of the black dragon.

Actually planted such an evil spell on him, it is worthy of a black dragon......

Patting the hem of his dusty garment, Lanlos pursed his lips as if disgusted by the blood stains on his body.

Suddenly, a cold, sharp touch hit his back.

After a brief pause, Lanloth's voice slowly echoed through the messy woodland: "Your movements are really slow. ”

The vague figure in the shadows shuddered slightly, and after a brief hesitation, stabbed the dagger in his hand forward.

Without any sound coming out, the entire body of 'Lanloth' was cut off from his waist, and with the surge of air, it disappeared in an instant.

Looking at Lanlos, who appeared next to the dragonman's corpse at some point, Joraci was silent for a while, revealing a puzzled look: "How did you find me?"

"It's just a coincidence. Lanlos shook his head very calmly, "I'm just more desperate for my life, and I'm always prepared for the worst." ”

What's the worst?

The slowly spreading heat in Jorazi's eyes dissipated for a moment, and he didn't dwell too much on the question of the other party's true strength, but just like him, he focused his solemn gaze on the dragonman's corpse.

"What do you think?"

"That's not supposed to ask me, he's your Ravenhold's man. ”

"In this world, no one can penetrate Ravenhold. Jolazi's tone didn't fluctuate much, as if he was stating a simple fact, "Even the black dragon can't do it." ”

"Not necessarily. Kicking the behemoth in the pool of blood, Lanlos didn't continue, but his meaning was very clear.

"This is just his own choice, the premise of the successful transformation of the dragon man must be voluntary. The Duke didn't approach, he could feel Lanloth's vigilance, "In order to pursue more powerful power, many people have taken the wrong path, didn't the same thing happen to you?"

Meeting the other party's gaze, the face of Magnus inexorably appeared in Lanlos's mind. Both of them are understanding people and know that one person's actions do not represent the will of all.

But, that's for mortals.

"If I say. Lanlos bowed slightly, and his slightly deep voice forced Jorazi to listen carefully, but soon, the latter's face completely changed, "A black dragon has infiltrated Ravenhold?"

"Nonsense. Joraki was visibly suppressing his anger, and his eyes became cold as he stared at the other party, "Listen to me, young man, don't trust your so-called speculation or intuition too much when you don't have solid evidence. ”

"Otherwise, beware of evil coming out of your mouth. ”

No wonder Joras is so sure, Ravenhold is a secretive organization, and every one of them is a carefully selected talent. In particular, the daily work of this organization is a theft and assassination mission that can only be carried out without ensuring absolute intelligence privacy. If such an organization were planted with spies, it would be absolutely deadly.

After a long silence, Lanlos did not refute or agree: "Time will tell you, Duke Ravenhold." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped talking, and with a wave of his hand, orange-red flames rose from the ground, accompanied by the long roar of the daylight eagle, and he soared into the air under the bright flames, and quickly disappeared from Jorazi's field of vision.

Really, a good opponent......

Looking at the empty sky for a long time, Choraci withdrew his deep and complex gaze, the corners of his mouth hooked a shallow arc, and then waved his hand, and more than a dozen black shadows appeared from the nearby jungle in no particular order. Without saying a word, he tacitly took the corpse away from the woodland.

As mentioned earlier, Ravenhold is an alliance of assassins who value secrecy, and the biggest and most important requirement for working with them is not strength, but vigilance and vigilance.

It was a test of whether this mage really had what it took to be Ravenhold's ally.

If his performance is not up to standard, then Jorazi, together with these dozen elite assassins, can slit open his throat and heart in an instant, and Ravenhold's secret will once again become unknown.

'What a bunch of megalomaniacs, they should have listened to me just now, and taught these ignorant inferior people a good lesson with arcane arts!'

"You're looking too highly of me, too. Glancing at the distinctive purple brooch, Lanros shook his head with a wry smile.

The world is very advanced, and the development of arcane and combat skills can be described as the peak, but in terms of technology, it seems too primitive. After all, Sagrete is a Titan creation, and its biological detection ability is at the interstellar level, which completely exceeds the cognition of these stalkers. It's not that they're incapable, it's that they don't have any awareness of this kind of detection.

Lanlos was able to find and use the mirror image to give Jorazi a dismount, including the final decisive departure, all because of the Sagrit's Keystone.

Even, including the disclosure of information about the black dragon, he did it on purpose.

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After listening to the information brought back by his subordinates, Farad nodded slightly, turned around to himself, and looked at the stream that was still babbling forward under the balcony.

Black Dragon, ......

The dark eyes flashed a red color, and the grandmaster thief's unangry and self-righteous momentum made the half-kneeling young man behind him hold his breath.