After giving the order, the Dreadhorn King did not stay in the watchtower, but walked all the way down, and everyone who followed behind him was driven away by him, even his two daughters. He asked Arnoyo and Kermya, who were familiar with aerial combat, to dispatch his men to meet the pursuers, and he had to hurry up to complete the contract with the young dragon.

At the moment, there is not enough time to defeat the young dragon's consciousness, but once the real contractor arrives, he will lose the opportunity to zuihou.

He hurried to the underground platform where the young dragon was being held, and used the torch in his hand to light the lamps on the surrounding walls. It was dark, and the young dragon, which had been trapped for more than six hours, struggled at first and was now completely motionless.

The Dreadhorn King took off his golden beak mask and placed it on the platform that had been carved out next to him, then unfastened the silk bracers on his hands and rolled up his sleeves high. He jumped twenty feet away with the torch and landed on a young dragon tied up in a large ball, and stuck the torch in a hole in a chain.

He took a deep breath and nervously loosened the special fabric that covered the young dragon's eyes, revealing a gap five feet long and two feet wide. He had thought that after such a long time, the young dragon should have been in great pain, and he would ask for mercy when he saw him. However, when he took the cloth away, he found that both of the dragon's eyes were tightly closed, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of soothing breathing when he listened closely.

This home, guys, dwelling, and sleeping!

The Dreadnosaur King angrily reached out to lift the sleeping young dragon's eyelids, and the white, flexible eyelids pushed up. There is also a translucent film inside that covers the eyeball.

Disturbed by the light, the blue eyeballs rolled under the membrane, and the originally relaxed oval pupils suddenly constricted, turning into a slender vertical line. As soon as the Dreadhorn King reflexively let go, his eyelids immediately closed again, blinked, and then both eyes opened, and his gaze was locked on the person in front of him at once.

It wasn't the warm and clear eyes that the Dreadhorn King had seen before, but cloudy eyes full of desire, as if everything it saw in its eyes was just food

"I think I've given you enough time to think about it. Will you obey me? Reeth?" The Dreadhorn King stubbornly said what he wanted to say, but the young dragon's eyes didn't react at all except longingly at him.

"Hey, haven't you woken up yet?" Yuto shook his arm to see if the other party was really awake. As a result, only when your body moves to a large enough angle. The eyeballs will be rolled to keep their bearings.

"Tsk!" the Thorn King snorted impatiently. The young dragon's eyes are completely beast's. I couldn't communicate at all, and it seemed that there would be nothing to take over if I continued to ask, so I had to squat down in front of the young dragon. Do what you have to do.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand again, then pulled out a delicate silver knife from his belt and made a cut along the palm to his ring finger, allowing his warm blood to collect in his palm.

The smell of blood made the dragon's pupils dilate, and the young dragon, which was still quiet just now, began to struggle again, and the surrounding iron chains shook wildly for a while, and the torches stuck in the chains were not hard enough, and they fell from it with a snap, and landed next to the Dire Thorn King.

"Damn it...... What a mess!" The Dreadhorn King grumbled in a low voice, and immediately thrust his dagger back, balancing on the undulating suspension to pick up the torch. But when he walked over, he noticed that the lower part of the ground where the torches had fallen seemed to be wet.

He looked closer, and saw that the cloth was all wet and full of slimy liquid, even from the handle of the torch that had just rolled off. It was directly below the Flying Rock Plate, and there were no gaps or pipes in it, neither rainwater nor any other liquid flowing down from the city.

When the Dreadhorn King had left, he had ordered the guards to be kept tightly guarded, and no one else was allowed to come here, so it was impossible for anyone else to pour the water. He took two steps back, looked away, and finally found a clue, this piece seemed to be just below the dragon's mouth, could it be that such a large piece of cloth was wet, it was all the saliva that the young dragon was dripping when he was asleep?

However, the situation did not give him time to continue his research, and he heard the sound of the airfire crossbow firing from the rock, and it seemed that the elven queen's spirit pelican had entered the range of a thousand feet.

The Dinosaur quickly ran back to the young dragon's forehead, then crouched down in a violent shaking, lowering his center of gravity to maintain his balance. He dipped the index and middle fingers of his right hand into the handful of blood that he had just sliced open. Then he smeared his blood-stained finger on Ryseth's eyeball.

"With my blood, I cover your eyes,

With my heart, bind your heart,

With my mouth, speak on your behalf,

With my thoughts, I rule your will,

......”

He chanted aloud the spell that restrained the young dragon, and as he said it, he smeared his own blood on all the parts of Resis that were exposed, and soon the white dragon scales were covered with a moist red liquid, and the blood sank between the scales, forming dark red arc marks, and the traces seemed to be still seeping under the dragon lin.

Reseth's struggle intensified, and he shook his head as hard as he could, trying to get the blood out of his face. It woke up hungry, the surroundings were still so hot and oppressive, the only food it could see had taken the initiative to break the skin, and the sweet blood called out the young dragon's predatory instinct.

There was one word left in its head.

Eat, eat, eat!

The emptiness of losing the contractor and the emptiness of hunger are completely incompatible, and Resis knows that he is facing a contract candidate, but its stomach tells him that the candidate can be re-chosen, and that eating enough is the most important thing.

The Dreadhorn King recited the spell as he tried to keep his balance. At the moment, it was not just the shaking caused by the young dragon's struggle, but the entire Laya Emperor City began to sway slightly. There were explosions overhead, and it seemed that the enemy had landed on their royal city in such a short time.

"In my name, I will ...... you" Seeing that Zuihou was about to finish a spell, the Dreadhorn King slapped the remaining blood in his left hand on his face, and then lowered his forehead, wanting to make the golden mark on his face make contact with Reeth's forehead and complete the magic contract.

As a result, the cloth tore, the metal was pulled apart, and he felt the left half of his body fall into sharp pain. He was bitten by something and carried into the air like a feather. A huge tear came through the wound, and the creature biting itself was violently shaking its head in an attempt to rip its arms and shoulders off itself.

"Ah....................................h

For a moment, he didn't understand what was happening, his mind went blank, and his whole body was covered with screaming pain. When he rolled with difficulty, barely holding his blood-gushing left shoulder and tilting his head, he noticed a long, pitch-black head sticking out of the cloth and chains.

At this moment, the head that shone like black onyx was lying up, opening its mouth and adjusting the angle little by little, swallowing its own arm. The golden red dragon's hair curled under the dragon's neck, catching the fallen pieces of flesh from time to time and feeding them back into the mouth.

"I'm so hungry...... Hey, my food, hurry up, how can a little arm be enough for me?" the pitch-black dragon head finished eating the food in its mouth, and cast its red eyes in the direction of the Dreadnosaur King.

"You, you, what are you?" the Dreadhorn King shouted in horror, this is not the Starlight Dragon at all, this kind of dark dragon with acid mouth should be Namuanto, weishenme The head of another kind of dragon will suddenly emerge from the body of the Starlight Dragon?

"Ahh

"Come closer, my dear food, and I'll be kind enough to satisfy your little curiosity before swallowing you completely. ”

"No, get out of here! I'm not your food!" the Dreadhorn King scrambled back, stumbling back to his feet and back on the platform, away from the head of the snake-like dragon of chaos. But the foothold under his feet shook too much, and his wound hurt terribly, and the massive blood loss made his eyes begin to glow. can only rely on intuition, jump left and right, and let go of the black dragon head chasing behind.

The young dragon's body was still struggling hard, and it was writhing just now, and suddenly found that the liliang that bound itself was gradually loosening somewhere, so it began to push that direction with all its might. His second head broke through the restrictions around him with a strong will, but the newly emerged head patronized and ate, not caring about the rest of his body. So Reeth had to continue to struggle to see if there were any other parts that came loose.

From the tiny window that had been opened, it had already felt the breath of its contractor, and the joy of the reunion overflowed all its body and mind, and in the next second, Diarrando had already responded to his call and came to the front.

"Ahh (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the reward that I forgot again, hehe