"Richard, you're really joking...", father's words, immediately made the little swan beauty sad.

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious, I love Godani and want to marry her. Liu Zhenzhen said very seriously.

"Wait until you become the High Priest of the Cardinal. "Mourinho is not a hairy boy, he doesn't like to be passive, and he directly puts forward a strategic high ground.

"Then you say so, you just agreed to this marriage?" Liu Zhenzhen took a different path, did not follow the old swan's train of thought, but aimed at another angle, you put forward conditions, it proves that you agree, as for whether you can do it is my problem. His actions are completely in line with the consistent character of the Pigs, and he bites and does not say anything about what he likes.

"If you don't marry a human princess, you have to marry my daughter?" Mourinho's eyes flashed with contempt, and there was also a hint of looking down in his tone, this was the only time he had lost his temper since the beginning of the banquet tonight, and it was a little unbalanced.

And this kind of gaffe is not noticed by ordinary people if they don't pay attention to it. However, most of the people present now are on the upper floors of the temple, and most of them are worshipping with scepters. Except for the two honest priests of the Pier tribe, most of them immediately sensed the tone of the chief priest, and immediately pretended not to hear, and buried their heads and ate violently.

"That's because Godani is beautiful. Lao Liu spit out a thick cigar smoke from his mouth like a hooligan, and looked up at the champa in the sky at a 45-degree angle, which gave people the touch of reminiscing about something unforgettable.

"Isn't it okay to sacrifice the double dragon?" Liu Zhenzhen began to play a scoundrel, asked in a very aggrieved tone, and then threw out a bargaining chip.

Behind him, the two fairy dragons, who were standing as maids, lifted the hoods attached to their cloaks, revealing two beautiful faces. The two graceful and elegant dragon horns that were slanted into the clouds on their foreheads immediately indicated their identity~ Pure-blooded descendants of the ancient divine dragons, the absolute pride of the dragons, the nightmare of elemental power, the fairy dragon!

The people present, except for the Swan Priestess, were not excited, because they had all seen the power of these two noblest bloodlines from the dragon clan in the battle with the "Tornado" mercenary group.

"Fairy Dragon?!" Master Mourinho could no longer keep his composure, and stood up with a "soar", and even the chair under his ass was almost overturned by his rapid movements, and at this moment, his gaze was as sharp as lightning. This gaze looked at his disciple, the beautiful snake Cui Beiqian.

"Richard!" The beautiful snake tutor was looked at like this by her beloved lover, knowing that her previous behavior was wrong, and she suddenly let out a voice with strong anger and dissatisfaction.

"Isn't it okay to be the only double dragon sacrifice in the Beamon Kingdom?" Lao Liu was a little unforgiving, and continued to take a puff of his cigar and said.

Theoretically speaking, the Double Dragon Sacrifice has surpassed the Fire Phoenix Sacrifice, after all, there is only one Fire Phoenix in Mourinho, and Lao Liu's Fairy Dragon is indeed two real ones.

"The marriage of children has nothing to do with strength. Mourinho's gaze immediately regained his composure, he shook his sacrificial robe again, and sat back in his seat.

It has nothing to do with strength, it has to do with status... Lao Liu thinks that he has seen through the old swan's face, and what you said before is.

"Mentor, I'm just joking with you. Look at you, can the Pigs marry the Swan Clan, not to mention that I'm still a disabled person?" Liu Zhenzhen laughed, and there was silence below, and no one dared to take the lord's words.

"It seems that you have unconsciously surpassed the Guru and reached the heights of Temurraya. The swan priest looked at the Pige in front of him again with a kind gaze.

Guoguo jumped on the table, holding her big belly and looking at the swan sacrifice, her little nose kept sniffing.

"I'm so proud of you, kid. Mourinho squinted his eyes and said with a sincere expression.

Liu Zhenzhen didn't speak again, but put out the cigar cigarette in his mouth in an ashtray, picked up the wine glass in his hand and handed it over, touched it lightly with Mourinho, and drank the snow in the cup in one gulp.

Next, the atmosphere of the banquet can be described as the joy of the guests and the hosts.

At least on the surface, it does.

In the eyes of the koala bear sacrifice and the raccoon sacrifice, the swan chief priest and the emerald lord can really be regarded as enjoying the wine and enjoying the family at the wine table. The atmosphere between the mentor and the apprentice was exceptionally harmonious, and they both made a good-natured joke on each other.

In terms of the transcendence of the twelve chief priests of the kingdom, it is really difficult to associate words such as humor, humor, and witty. In fact, Lord Mourinho has always been an unsmiling and serious image to those below. The two Pier priests couldn't help but sigh, in the end, they were the mentors and apprentices of the same lineage, and their own family members were indeed easy to talk to.

After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere at the scene became more harmonious.

The Celebrant of Mourinho also seemed to be in high spirits and dominated the following small talk. He gave full play to the kind of bearing that is more than the old Mongolian aristocracy, the erudition that embraces all rivers, and the elegance and wisdom of the conversation.

His insight made the scepter priests present feel shameless and shallow. Except for the Turtle Man of the Model Clan, who has lived for more than 4,000 years, and the wise men of the Tortoiseshell Clan, Elder Andulan, who has also lived for thousands of years, and the Fairy Dragon, a dragon who has also lived long enough to squander at will, and can barely talk to the Lord Priest with the knowledge accumulated over time, the others are not even in a position to interject.

In front of the sacrificial legend, everyone behaves like an illiterate person who has just learned to read, even the disseminator of the wisdom of the god of war ~ sacrifice is no exception.

Although Mourinho was only a Beamon priest, his deep knowledge of the tribes of the Aegean Continent and other continents, and even his insights into the knowledge of magic that only humans could master, shocked even the two fairy dragons who had been lurking in the human empire for a long time.

The magic summed up by our Lord Priest is divided into twenty major divisions, and there are many smaller divisions that have been derived below.

Seeing the strange expression on the fairy dragon's face, Mourinho spoke eloquently.

"These twenty types of magic are summarized as water, fire, air, earth, frost, undead, metal, plant, lightning, space, venom, rune, summoning, spirit, secret language, transformation, prophecy, holy light, singing, and time magic created by Master Einstein but has long been lost. ”

Mourinho explained to the sacrificial elite the origin of the series of magical compositions he had summarized.

"One of the rarer summoning magics, after the Battle of Hyjal thousands of years ago, clever human magicians have been studying the Beamon Sacrifice and have created magic that can summon monsters from the Otherworld. Like our sacrifices, they can also fight with their pets. But they're better than us, and they can summon many monsters at once. This kind of magic is the same as the undead magic in terms of summoning principle, except that it has changed from an undead creature to an inexhaustible otherworldly magical beast. ”

"It's just that the level of their demonic beasts is a bit far from our sacrifices, and even ordinary soldiers can't compare, so they can only win by numbers. Secondly, since there is not much difference between undead and dark magic, I will put them in the same category and will not talk about them here. And prophecy magic is a kind of magic that my witches specialize in, and can observe the world through the eyes of special magic items such as crystal balls, and predict a general fate within a certain range. Secret language magic is one of them, but in addition to dragons, I found that there are many super-level magical beasts that also have their own unique language summoning magic, so I classify them all as secret magic. ”

When Liu Zhenzhen heard this, he couldn't help but begin to admire the chief priest in his heart, this is already like the study of scientific literature, classifying magic, establishing clear and clear divisions and columns, and leaving it to himself or future generations to sort out and analyze.

Lao Liu can be sure that the old swan is definitely not a traverser, but it is absolutely admirable that such an old Beamon orc can realize and actually start sorting out knowledge. He knew that he would never think of doing these things in his eight lifetimes, and this was the difference between a genius and an ordinary person, and possibly between a nobleman and a commoner.

"We all know what you're saying. What about the transformation, the holy light, and the singing magic?" "The fairy dragon has the strongest thirst for knowledge, and the long life gives the dragon enough time to learn the strengths of others, which is one of the reasons why the dragon can stand at the top of all life.

"Then I'll be ugly, and I can take this opportunity to discuss it with the two erudite dragons. The Lord Priest instructed the elves behind him to say two names and tell them to come.

Not long after the elf turned to leave, two followers immediately arrived, a mage and a jungle druid.

The mage was old, with a gray beard fluttering across his chest, and a black mage cloak covered in runes and magic punctuation, and his body fluctuated with strong elemental fluctuations.

The druid was unrecognizable, a long-lived race, covered with whiskers that were as long as the roots of a tree, and the extremely thick wooden staff in his hand might be more suitable as a murder weapon than a magic weapon. The head of the wooden staff is inlaid with a huge and transparent amber, and in the middle of the dark green amber there is an extra-large mosquito, which has exceeded the size of ordinary Beamon's palm, and its long mouthparts are like a steel needle, which is very special.

The priests are speculating that this mosquito is probably the prehistoric Kemira giant mosquito, perhaps hundreds of millions of years ago, for some reason, accidentally wrapped in amber flowing from the tree and became a specimen.

Could the transformation magic refer to the natural transformation of the jungle druid?, the fairy dragon Joanna, smiled.

The Jungle Druids can transform into bears and eagles, so you can't call them magic... Daisy wanted to ask, but opened her mouth but didn't make a sound. She knew that it was impossible for the swan chief priest, who was a legendary sacrifice, to talk nonsense in public, and there must be a reason for him to say that it was transformation magic.

In the silence of the crowd, the jungle druid tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smiling expression, and the wooden staff squeezed into his hand and waved an amber-colored misty light. The light grew thicker and thicker, like a thick smoke enveloping the body of the jungle druid, and the smoke quickly rose to the ground, slowly rising into the air.

The jungle druid vanished in place, apparently in the smoke, and when the smoke cleared, a mosquito the size of a water tank appeared in the sky. The mosquito had a bewitching multicolored pattern on its tail belly, two pairs of wings as strong as metal sheets, vibrating rapidly in the air, a snout at least three feet long, glowing with indigo reflections, and eight thin feet clinging to a wooden staff.

It was the prehistoric Kemira mosquito!

Before everyone could react, the giant mosquito rolled up its wings, put it away, and landed on the ground, curling up and rolling on the ground like a mantis. As it rolled, its body emitting turquoise smoke also swelled, and when it got up again, the giant mosquito had turned into a sturdy Tanggula ice bear with a height of three meters. As the ice bear roared, all the sacrifices could clearly see a small tornado of ice and snow condensed in the middle of the sharp fangs.

"Kampas~~" The Scepter Priests exclaimed at the same time.

As for the strength of Lord Mourinho, there has always been a mystery within the Beamon Kingdom. There are not many temples in the northeast and southwest temples, so they have not had a deep relationship with this sacrificial legend, and the strength of his followers today is even more mysterious than the legend.

At this time, the ice bear turned back into a druid, back to its old roots.

"When did the druids already have this ability?" Joanna furrowed her eyebrows, her face serious.

This matter is not a good thing for the two fairy dragons.

Thousands of years ago, before the rise of Beamon, the Aegean continent was dominated by the Elven Empire.

At the height of the Elven Empire, it was rumored that there was a high-ranking druid who was proficient in transformation and could transform into a dragon, but the truth of this matter has not been confirmed.

As a druid's gifted Transfiguration, it has always been only rumored that they can transform into bears and eagles... And that's not all racial abilities that every druid can have.

Racial abilities, like mermaid enchantments, also need to be awakened, and can only be obtained by those with excellent qualifications.

And now the Druid follower in front of him can actually turn into a magical beast, not to mention the prehistoric giant mosquito, and when he transformed into a Tanggula Ice Bear, he has clearly expressed that he has also obtained the ability of the Ice Bear's frost-based magic. This also indirectly proves that if a genius druid cultivates with unremitting efforts, it is definitely possible to become a dragon.

The most hated thing by the dragons of the Aegean is piracy. The two fairy dragons are high-ranking dragons, and of course they are no exception. If a druid were to transform into a dragon, his actions would bring many unexpected hidden dangers to the entire dragon family. As soon as they thought of this, the faces of the two fairy dragons became more and more ugly.

When Lu Xihua saw this, his heart suddenly moved, druid, transformed. Yan Wu seems to be good at this, but Yan Wu is infused with star power, and he can transform into a metal mechanical form at will, and his core is still star power. The transformation of this druid seems to be through bloodline absorption, stealing the genetic fragments of the species and changing its own structure, which belongs to the category of bloodline magic, and it is also the evolution of bloodline warlocks.

It's a bit interesting, since the druid can transform into a monster, is it also after passing through the star power, inheriting the characteristics of Yan Wu and turning into a metal machine?

Transformation department, a good transformation department, a good Mourinho, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.

"The transformation of a jungle druid is not just talent. A good druid can transform into any kind of magical beast by transforming into magic. And this magic was invented more than 8,000 years ago by the druid master who could transform into a dragon. Master Mourinho said leisurely as he enjoyed the envious gazes around him.

"There is almost one in 10,000 transformation magic that can be successfully cultivated, and it can only transform into two kinds of magical beasts at the same stage, which is too difficult, so this magic has almost been lost within the Druid Kingdom. And my follower, Master Iverson, happens to be a high-ranking druid who knows this magic, and it's normal for the outside world to not know much about them. ”

The Scepter Priests are all in admiration!The Smai swans stationed in the Sunset Swamp are defending against the imaginary enemy of the Druid kingdom that lives deep in the swamp. The Lord Priest was able to subdue followers from this country, and the level of the Warcraft that this druid could transform into was not low, it seemed that he was quite an excellent druid, which was really enviable.

"That mosquito just now is too huge, if it can become the same size as the current mosquito~" Liu Zhen stretched out his finger and compared the length of an eye droppings, and smiled slightly, "Then this Mr. Druid will be invincible in the world." ”

For this sentence, the jungle druid looked at the disabled Pig for a long time. Because this stupid Pig was right, if the Kemira mosquito could be that small, it would be effortless to kill a dragon. No one would ever try to guard against a small mosquito that is everywhere in the wild.

However, this is impossible, the druid cannot transform into a monster that is much lighter than his own weight, and similarly, too heavy. The ancient druid master didn't know what secret method he used to transform himself into a dragon, and history has long buried all the truth.