White Dragon Lord

"Okay, what do I need to do?"

"Just get out of the way, I want to come in."

Madoran: "..."

The gray dwarf looked at the white dragon who entered through the wall, and felt that the hope of revenge was a little higher.

"It turned out to be the Dragon Lord, I don't know how I should cooperate with you."

Amos easily turned the mud into stone and repaired the wall.

"You just need to stay well and keep quiet."

Advanced Transfiguration·Concealment!

After a cloud of smoke, Amos turned into Madoran's appearance, with a huge garlic nose, sunken eye sockets, a thick gray beard, and sturdy limbs.

emmm.......

So ugly!

But in order to get close to the Demon Eye Tyrant, Amos decided to endure it. After several days of observation, it found that the Demon Eye Tyrant, as if retaliatingly devouring gray dwarves, was fixed and quantitative, one a day.

So, it thought of a good way to get close to the Demon Eye Tyrant, that is, to steal the light and change the post, to prepare the Demon Eye Tyrant a huge surprise.

...

in the afternoon.

Madoran, who was blessed with the invisibility technique by the white dragon, stood in the corner of the cell, watching the counterfeit being taken away by the guards, silently praying to the **** of gray dwarves, praying for the success of the white dragon's plan.

The counterfeit was sandwiched by four gray dwarf guards, two fronts and two backs, climbed the stairs, passed through the hall, and finally saw his target.

On the throne that originally belonged to the prince of gray dwarves, there was a terrible meat ball sitting on it. The skin of the meat ball was dark red, with a huge eye on the front, and an exaggerated mouth closed under the eyes. The ten tentacles were swinging unconsciously, and the small eyeballs at the ends of the tentacles were turning around and looking around.

Demon Eye Tyrant-Ksmitz looked at the gray dwarf who was brought in by the guards, and it cracked its big mouth full of fangs.

"Torris, look, because of your stubbornness, your clansman is missing one more. Now, as long as you surrender to me, you can save this poor creature."

A steel mold suspended in midair immediately swayed, and the iron chain creaked.

"Don't think about it! The descendants of Nordmar will never give in! You @#￥%......&*!"

Listening to the unbearable curse, the Demon Eye Tyrant was also a little annoyed. The gray dwarf prince Souris was only one-line weaker than himself, and was firm-willed, and had good spiritual magic resistance. The first-time legendary self, fundamentally Unable to control him forcefully, he can only torture him constantly, with the intention of slowly defeating the gray dwarf's psychological defense.

But I don’t want to. The gray dwarf’s brain is harder than a stone. Half a year has passed without any change, but his mouth is getting more and more smelly. Although the Demon Eye Tyrant doesn’t care about his mother and relatives at all, the dwarf’s curse still makes It feels irritable.

Soul shock!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Listening to the screams of the dwarf prince, the Demon Eye Tyrant's mood was much better, watching the gray dwarf prisoner brought by the soldiers, his mood was even better, it opened its terrible blood basin and its mouth stretched out its long and indescribable tongue. .

The Demon Eye Tyrant's voice was faintly enchanted: "Come here! Come here, you will be honored to be one with the great Kesmits."

Upon hearing this, the gray dwarf prisoner slowly moved towards the Demon Eye Tyrant on the throne in a dementia, struggling violently, but unable to control his body.

The big cracked mouth of the Demon Eye Tyrant curled up and smiled silently. His favorite was looking at the pitiful appearance of food struggling in front of his eyes, but unable to resist, so that it could feel its own power. It's so powerful.

Suddenly, the gray dwarf broke free of his charm, took out a spoon from his waist, and roared to charge the Demon Eye Tyrant on the throne.

The Demon Eye Tyrant smiled more happily. The gray dwarves have good spiritual magic resistance, and because they use little charm, they are especially easy to be broken away. This is not the first time this has happened. Up.

But this is better. If every meal is so boring, then how boring, isn't it?

When these poor reptiles rushed to the great Coxmits and saw the hope of success, the great Coxmits completely suppressed them with absolute power.

Seeing the prey falling from the heaven of hope to the **** of despair, the expression of incomparable despair is so fascinating for Ksmitz.

When the gray dwarf rushed in front of him, the Demon Eye Tyrant set out a terrifying mental shock.

? ? ?

Kesmits was horrified to discover that the unfavorable mental attack did not achieve any effect.

With the help of [Caucasian Skull], Amos was immune to the spirit impact of the Demon Eye Tyrant, and at the same time, he dispelled the transformation technique, from a harmless gray dwarf to a terrifying dragon with a thud.

Without any communication, the icy blue brilliance spread upward from the white dragon’s abdomen, and quickly passed through the neck, freezing the breath of all things, spraying from the white dragon’s open mouth, and lapping on the horrified tyrant of the magic eye. In the eye.

The Demon Eye Tyrant was instantly wrapped in ice, but Bai Long's breath did not stop, because it felt the mental fluctuations of struggle.

Huhuhu!

The crazy dragon breath continued to breathe, and continued to reinforce the ice on the Demon Eye Tyrant. The smoke-like cold air permeated, and the gray dwarf outside could only see the outline of the huge winged dragon inside the misty cold air.

After a while, the gray dwarf guards who charged the savior dropped their weapons, covered their heads, and screamed in pain.

Their master is dead!

The white dragon stopped breathing, sensing the ice sculpture that had completely lost its life response, raised its head, and stretched out the dragon's head in the diffuse cold air, letting out an excited dragon chant.

With the advantage of sneak attack and equipment, the legendary demon eye tyrant who dominated the side died under the dragon's breath, becoming the first legendary creature to fall into the hands of the white dragon.

After a while, the cold air dissipated, revealing the scene inside. The hideous evil eye tyrant, connected to the throne under him, was wrapped in thick ice, and the ground and stone pillars around the huge ice block were also covered with a layer of hoarfrost. It emits a faint white smoke.

The white dragon stopped the dragon chant~www.NovelMTL.com~ and looked back at the gray dwarf prince who was hung in the air. The gray dwarf prince was wrapped in a steel mold, with only one face exposed.

He stared at the scene below dumbfounded, and saw another tribe member being swallowed by the Demon Eye Tyrant. Before he had time to grieve, such a dramatic scene happened. The tribe member turned into a dragon, the greatest enemy of Darkforge, instantly It turned into an ice sculpture.

Soris looked at the white dragon flapping its wings and flying towards him. He woke up and struggled violently. The mold was rippling in the air, and the rivets that fixed the mold creaked.

Bai Long looked at the gray dwarf dangling in front of him, without saying much, opened the upper lock and threw it straight down.

"What are you doing?!"

Cang Dang!

The mold smashed directly onto the rock floor from an eight-meter high in the air. The rock where it fell was cracked, and the mold rolled on the ground a few times. It was the half-step legendary strength of the Gray Dwarf Prince, and his ears were buzzing. ring.

"Oh hello, won't you put me down properly?! You..."

With a thump of the dragon's claws, the swear words that Prince Gray Dwarf hadn't uttered came to an abrupt end. Its eyes rolled around and immediately changed its mouth.

"Hello, Honorable White Dragon Lord, thank you for killing the enemies of Darkforge and saving the poor dwarves from the fire and water. I wonder what Darkforge can do for you?"

"Propose your loyalty to me!"

Bailong took out a dragon fang depicting the mysterious magic circle, and pressed it on his forehead in the gray dwarf's horrified eyes.

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