Chapter 625: Dragon Tomb
Winter is approaching, and the northern part of the New World has already fallen with goose feathers and heavy snow, and the cold and biting cold wind is whistling from the sky, blowing everything on the ground, and no one dares to come out to move.
The bearer of the Shadow Ring, Cole Sugard, is an exception, but even with the Ring to protect him from the cold weather, he is still an ordinary human body, and he can't fight against the power of nature for a long time, which would make him look stupid.
Under the guidance of His Highness the Doomsday Guard, Saron Slough, Cole Sugard sank into the snow and used the shadow energy of the Ring to create a fusiform shield out of thin air, and then happily headed to his destination.
The howling of the cold wind overhead, the pouring of goose feathers and snow crushing the trees, had nothing to do with Cole Sugard.
On the contrary, the cold air and the clammy air under the snow layer came with him, which made him a little uncomfortable.
In this way, Cole Sugard is even more safe from being detected while he is sneaking. Even if the shadow energy released by the Ring was a little conspicuous, it was really faintly inconspicuous at the moment when the Frost Storm completely ruled the ice fields of the North.
In this way, Cole Sugard traveled day and night, except for the occasional pause to eat and rehydrate, and he even slept in the snowdrifts.
Three days later, the bearer of the Shadow Ring had traveled four thousand miles to finally enter the Ice Fang Plain deep in the permafrost, where slightly curved stone pillars rose from the ground, covered with a thick layer of snow, and headed in a certain direction, like a courtier kneeling to meet the great king.
Cole Sugard chose a leeward place to show his head, looking at the surrounding environment is also the first time in his life, he can't help but feel a little shocked and surprised.
"This is the Ice Fang Plain, five thousand steps ahead is estimated to be the Polar Star Dragon City! Unfortunately, the era when the dragon flew in the sky is long gone, and it has fallen into a ruined city. The dragon cemetery mentioned by His Highness is near Dragon City. According to astrology, Dragon City corresponds to the North Star, so there are seven dragon graveyards, six of which are the legends of fake graveyards...... I really have to take a trip to Polestar Dragon City. ”
At this moment, His Highness the Doomsday Guard Salonn sent a key instruction through the Ring: "The water in Polar Star Dragon City is very deep, you better not act rashly." The specific location of the dragon graveyard has been calculated. The orientation is adjusted to the northeast by 36 degrees, and the star position of the broken army star is the dragon's graveyard. ”
Cole Sugard replied resignedly, and then remembered the words of His Highness Salon, no matter what kind of astrology it is, there seems to be no so-called "broken army".
"His Highness Salon's astrology may be a descendant of the Hidden Sect!...... The Star of Death, which destroys all armies, is unexpectedly in line with the dragon's thousand-year-old majesty in the New World!"
After convincing himself otherwise, Cole Sugard immediately gave up his curiosity and sneaked away again in the direction indicated by His Highness Salon.
Little by little, the true face of the Dragon's Graveyard is revealed, revealing itself in the vision of the Shadow Ring holder.
It was a deep valley covered by a crust of ice dozens of feet thick, and it looked like a golden eagle with its wings outstretched, looking down on the common people, with two statues on its back, a human swordmaster holding a bladeless heavy sword with a wide door panel, and a fairy dragon with spiral dragon horns on either side of its forehead.
"Don't move! This is the Tomb Keeper created by the ancient dragon grammar technique, the legendary Sword Master and his mentor demigod Golden Eagle, and the royal family of the Dragon Clan, the fairy dragon who inherits the direct bloodline of the Divine Dragon. ”
The words of His Highness Ssalon, the Doomsday Guard, are a timely reminder to Cole Sugard not to kill himself. The bearer of the Shadow Ring was obedient, stopping his curiosity again before touching the deadly trap.
"The dragon clan is really dominating the world, even the demigod golden eagle has to fold its wings and submit, and the legendary sword saints of mankind are obediently obeying orders. But why is the Fairy Dragon, one of the direct bloodlines of the Divine Dragon, here?"
His Royal Highness the Doomsday Guard Salon took a look at it and quietly released a seven-ring spell.
At this moment, a crack quietly opened in the frozen shell of the Human Legendary Sword Master, but the wind outside was too loud, perfectly covering it all up.
"The royal family of the dragon family fell in love with a human, and the root of the tragedy is cross-racial love. Well...... In the eyes of the dragon, humans are as lowly as monkeys. After all, the dragon clan is a rare immortal species, and if they have witnessed the evolution process of human beings, they will definitely not admit this family business. As for the demigod golden eagle, it comes from the side line of the Sky Overlord Condor clan...... may involve the ancient dispute between the dragon and the eagle. ”
His Highness Salon said a few words casually, and the clever Cole Sugard supplemented himself with the opening of his brain, and even guessed the facts.
The legendary sword saint, the demigod golden eagle, and the quasi-god fairy dragon, he doesn't want to provoke anyone, so he naturally avoids as far as he goes.
Cole Sugard dived into the valley in a different direction, and before he landed, he found that the negative energy was as thick as substance, and the shrunken dragon soul flapped its wings full of ashes, and it was like a dream bubble.
Cole Sugard flashed the ring in his hand and released a little cool breeze that blew away the fog around him.
Everything in front of him suddenly became clear, and he saw the bones of the dragon scattered on the ground like small hills, and the dark green phosphorus fire floated through the hollow dragon skull eye sockets, as if tears of remorse flowed.
"Let's get started, my follower, Cole Sugard, unleashed the frost power stored in the Ring, using the shadow energy as a bridge to connect the massive negative energy of the dragon graveyard, awakening all the sleeping dragon bones and sending a wave of freezing cold to all the living in the Northland. ”
The bearer of the Shadow Ring heard the order and immediately responded, and immediately took action.
In order to conceal the relevant forces, the emperor attracted the attention of many observers on the grounds that the Doomsday Legion was heading north, and at the same time blocked the information of the old gods of the Holy Mountain line, the hell lords of the Nine Hells, and the Xi Angels of Heaven Mountain for half an hour.
Don't look at the short time, in order to hide from the sky and cross the sea, the emperor did not hesitate to use the energy stored in the Yanghua Cave Heaven, so that he could make a time difference, so that Cole Sugard could summon the bones of the dragon graveyard and awaken to become a top undead bone dragon.
The bearer of the Shadow Ring lived up to expectations, and when the ice wind flowed out of the ring, the freezing cold immediately froze the bones of the surrounding dragons into ice sculptures.
The power of death, which was as thick as substance, and the gray negative energy was hooked together by the dark blue shadow energy, blended with the ubiquitous frost power, and quickly transformed into a special blue energy, which was continuously injected into the dragon's bones, filling the empty medullary canal.
When the dragon's skeletal skull filled up and a mesmerizing blue glowed outward, the dead dragon came back to life.
Through the eyes of Cole Sugard, His Highness the Doomsday Guard Ssalonn saw the faint blue that gradually lit up, spreading around it, and it didn't take long for the blue light to turn into a spectacular blue ocean.
"A spark can start a prairie fire!"