Enoaoke Desert, Sabre Peak Mountains.
There are neither low hills, nor valleys or any vegetation here, and the black jagged stone blades stand unevenly on the sand.
A group of black rocky peaks, like a curved horn, divides the thirst sandbank from the stone wasteland known as the 'Eta Land'.
In a dark skeleton gap canyon in the Sabrian Peak Mountains.
A tall and tall figure appeared, wearing a dark purple robe and a dark red mask that looked like a horned skull.
In this very gloomy and terrifying canyon, he moved forward leisurely as if he was walking in the garden.
At this moment, a thick and low voice came from behind him along his ears, and a calm breath blew a cold and rotten smell.
"Think about what you want to say before speaking, human beings. My interest in you will not fill my stomach for the time being."
The man wearing a skull mask was calm and calm, and he slowly turned around.
Through the gap in the mask, he saw an ominous shadow covering himself, with the hazy appearance of translucent scales and a black body.
This is a shadow dragon that has reached the ancient dragon stage.
With the help of the power of the mask, he saw through the shadow's identity.
Shadow Dragon is a giant dragon transformed from a real dragon. When they are born in the shadow plane or stay in this plane for several years, they can complete the transformation through the baptism ceremony of "reshaping in shadow".
The process of transforming into a shadow dragon takes several years, during which the scales of the real dragon gradually lose their luster until they finally become black charcoal tones.
He saw the smoky fists-sized eyes of the shadow dragon staring straight at him like an awl. The shiny lizard-like head was about the same size as a tented carriage, and his teeth were as long as a broad sword. His breathing spurted out a large cloud of moisture again and again.
Under the head of the shadow dragon is a cobra-like neck, stretching all the way to the stone forest.
Among the studded stone shadows, he could only distinguish his huge and vigorous body. His huge wings each blocked one side of the open space. His powerful shoulders and forelimbs were closed with sharp dragon claws like daggers, and his translucent dark gray scales were as big as a kite shield.
"The powerful shadow dragon, I would like to ask you to help you. To express your gratitude, I will be kind and kind." His tentative voice was very stable when facing the shadow dragon.
"I've seen your boring gems long ago. I'm a little human. After I've solved you, I'll take whatever I want."
The shadow dragon rushed to him and sniffed a deep stroke. The dragon's teeth were just one arm away from his body.
The figure wearing the mask was still motionless, but he had already started chanting magic spells to find out the truth in his mind.
"Is this the way to treat guests in your ghost city, Haj Horner?" Then he looked at the shadow dragon through the gap in his mask, and said slowly.
The intention was discovered, and the shadow dragon glared at him with a sinister look, spraying two black smoke-like shadows from his nostrils, retracting his bluffing posture.
"Smack!..."
A burst of applause sounded, and Hajjhona, wearing a delicate black robe, stood on the translucent dragon wings, stared at the man in front of him with a condescending look, and smiled: "The Dragon Speech Sevillin Silain, who is worthy of being the new leader of the Dragon Bible Sect, really dares to come here alone to find me!"
Sevillin looked at Hajjhona indifferently and said slowly: "I'll take away the items you promised me."
"Of course it's OK."
Hajjhona took out an old book with a black cover from the dark bag of her robe, "This book records the mysterious lock knowledge of Yerlan, the ancient elf empire. It's time for you to fulfill your promise."
"A dragon lich, plus the middle-aged black dragon and his lizardman army in the far sea swamp." Saiweilin pondered for a moment and said to him, "It's enough to help you take down a small town of Mokou."
"You know what I really need." Hajjhona's warm smile suddenly became cold when he heard this.
"Of course I know, but it's not worth my attack here."
Saiweilin shook his head disdainfully, and the long-horned skull mask shook a ferocious phantom on the ground. He raised his head proudly and looked so scared that his eyes shrank, and he quickly turned his eyes on the mask away.
"After all, I have more important things to do."
He finished speaking in a low voice, his eyes involuntarily looking to the east, and Sel's red-robed wizard association appeared in his mind.
"A small place makes you so cautious." Sevillin looked at Hajjhona again and said in a slightly mocking tone. "This makes me wonder if the cooperation between us is a fair deal."
“In fact, I’m very suspicious.”
Hajjhona snorted coldly, fell from the shadow dragon's back, waved his hand to signal the dragon to leave, and then threw the book to the leader of the Dragon Bible Cult and said in a tone full of doubt, "I hope they don't let me down."
Obtaining Mokou Town was just a convenient thing for him, and his real goal was the Duchess of Arab City.
He had long known that there were three color-resistant scrolls stored in the Mage Tower in Arab City, and he also learned from the information mastered by the Santalin Society that this Mage Tower, which had been passed down for thousands of years, actually came from the Luolu Desert.
The Luohu Desert was historically the core of the mechanical empire Imaska.
Although the empire was destroyed in the war when it fought with the gods of Enth and the gods of Murholland, causing all the survivors to migrate westward, there are rumors that a large number of ruins of the Imaska ​​Empire were buried deep in the desert.
He believed that there was a high possibility that some history about Imaska ​​was hidden in this mage tower.
Now, the old bastard, the partner who is responsible for attacking the Kingdom of Cormier, who is responsible for attacking the Kingdom of Cormier, chooses to stay on the wait-and-see state, which makes him not sure to break into the Wizard Tower in Arab City.
Therefore, when he discovered the importance of Mokou Town from the Church of God of Knowledge and Mother Earth Church, as well as the garrisons and Purple Dragon Knights, he immediately realized that he might be able to draw out the duke who was in high towers by strongly invading Mokou Town.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Although it is a pity that there is no help from the leader of the Dragon Belief Cult, after obtaining the support of a dragon lich and the prime black dragon, he realized that even if he didn't have to take action, he would be fully confident to take down Mokou Town.
In this way, he could preserve his strength and wait for the Duchess of Arabia to leave the tower to support Mokou Town, take it down, and follow the trend to lead his army south to occupy Arabia City.
At this point, the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormier fell into his hands.
After taking the books thrown by Hajj Horner, the leader of the Bailong Cult suppressed his inner excitement and calmed down.
He had long known that the arcane masters of the descendants of Naserel in the Ghost City had some knowledge of the mysterious locks left by the ancient elves empire.
After all, when the Naserier Empire had not yet discovered the Naserier scroll, it was the elves of the Yerland Empire who opened up the path of Austria practice for the Naserier students.
As long as he has information about the ancient elf empire, the progress of the stagnant dragon crazy fan lock will be quickly improved.
The predecessor of the Dragon Worship Sect was the Dragon Witch Sect. For a long time, it has been focusing on creating immortal dragons to fulfill their prophecies.
But now it’s different. As the leader, Saiweilin believes that the true dragon consciousness and power should belong to the living dragon, not the immortal alien.
It was his ambition that aroused the interest of the five-colored dragon queen Tiamat, who lived in the hell of Batto, and gave him powerful strength to guide him in the way of ruling the world.
Therefore, studying the Dragon Crazy Lock is just the first step in the Dragon Queen’s return plan.
"I won't let you down. I hope this war is the beginning and friendship of our good cooperation." Saiweilin put the book in satisfaction, smiled at Hajjhona, and turned around and left.
Hajjhona looked at the leaving figure of the leader of the Dragon Bible Sect, and sneered. Just as he was about to leave, a magic dagger with a cold light appeared out of nowhere and stabbed into his heart.
He seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, and he didn't even look up. He just waved his hand and the enchanted dagger stopped in the air.
At the same time, the dark shadow twisted, and the assassin's unmovable figure emerged.
"Is it a ghost man? Are you too young to be an assassin?" Hajj Horner stared at the assassin in black and his eyes emitting a light red light, and sneered and joked: "It doesn't matter, age is not a problem. What's important is that you want to kill me, right?"
He looked straight into the assassin's eyes, "How do you think I should solve this?"
The assassin stared at him viciously, trying to spit at him to show his insult and contempt for him, but he couldn't open his mouth and his tongue didn't move.
"What do you say, was it the eldest prince or the third prince sent you?" Hajjhona asked, "It seems you don't want to answer me?"
He waved his hand, took off the magic dagger hanging in the air, checked it carefully, and commented in a panic:
"This is a good dagger that is deadly, but I don't like to use this toy. For assassins who can impress me, I keep their weapons as a memory, but I usually don't use them. Because weapons will splash blood and other dirty things, and the magic will be much cleaner."
He took out an ebony staff, walked to the assassin, and added: "Also, the effectiveness and fun of magic punishment are much higher. Think about it, if I simply stab a few holes in you with your little dagger, of course you will hurt, but in the blink of an eye you die, the pain you feel will end. And with magic..."
He shook his staff, "I can trap you in this crystal, you will slowly die inside, be sucked away by the shadow inside, tearing the flesh and blood..."
He smiled affectionately at the assassin, but the latter still couldn't move at all.
"The most interesting part is that even if you die, the punishment for you will not end. Your will will survive in the form of shadows, you will suffer eternal suffering as an etheric creature, and you will never touch the physical world around you again. It sounds quite scary, right?"
A trace of fear floated in the assassin's scarlet eyes, his throat gushes, exerting all his strength, but he still couldn't move even a finger.
"Yes, I'm sure you think so, imprisonment is much worse than death."
Hajjhona paced back and forth beside the assassin.
"Although I'm talking lightly, I advise you not to imprison you in a staff as a trick."
The assassin continued to struggle, and now he could move his toes and grit his teeth, which gave him some hope.
"It took me years to make this staff perfect," said Hajjhona. "No mistake, the effect of imprisonment is very simple. You will stare at me like now, but you can't do anything."
He continued to walk around the assassin.
"No, the difference is that you transformed from the human body into a non-entity form. This may sound a bit ridiculous at first, but it is not impossible."
The assassin could feel the warm current spreading along his arms and chest, and he could move his foot slightly.
Hajjhona looked at the staff devoutly.
"This little thing is the crystallization of my half-life research, you know." Instead of talking to the assassin, he was talking to himself, "I lived for a long time. For me, things are becoming smaller bit by bit as we grow older."
He giggled: "I guess this is what people call diligence."
The assassin was almost regaining control of his body. If Hajjhona's self-entertainment could last for a few more minutes, he would be able to get rid of the spell.
In this way, he will die happily during the escape, instead of poking here like a low-powered person.
"Stop talking about gossip and get back to the point."
Hajjhona shifted his mind back to the assassin, lifted his staff flat against him, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the handle.
"I think, before dealing with you, I should ask who the person who instructed you to assassinate me. I don't think you came here by yourself. After all, you are still a little too early to do this."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The young assassin stared at Hajj Horner's staff and looked at the slightest black energy leaking from the dent formed by friction above.
His face was pale and sweating profusely, as if he had seen the most terrifying scene in his life.
Suddenly, a terrible scene appeared.
The assassin's mouth was opened like a huge mouth in the abyss, covered with fangs, hissing and roaring:
"The Eno Auck Desert was once ours... Hiss... Listen! Humans, the real master of the desert is back, hiss... Shadows, ghosts, dark wizards, arcanes, ghosts... all have to die!"
With a hissing, the assassin changed into a huge object with a ridiculous appearance, like a trumpet-like body, with sharp claws and arms on both sides of the body covered by spikes.
It kept swaying its stinged tail and hissed at Hajjhona: "In the desert we are in, hissing...we are back, hissing...even if you hide cowards come back, they can't stop us......hissing..."
Felin Demonic Aoi!
The culprit who once destroyed the Arcane Empire.
Facing this monster, Hajjhona suppressed his inner shock, and without hesitation, clasped the staff tightly, pointed the crystal end at it, and then shouted: "Chadormi Niarupa Lekitz!"
The staff sprayed a dark gray ray directly at the strange monster in front of him.
Just when the ray is about to touch the strange body, the rays radiate and appear in an arc shape, forming a dark whirlwind around the strange.
The dark area isolates it and cages into a human form.
The shadows show a sharp head and a spindle-shaped deformed body, and their speed of rotation around the weirdo is constantly increasing.
The strange monster struggled wildly, and there was nothing he could do in fear.
The shadow launched an attack, infiltrated the strange body, and used the sharp claws that were transformed out of thin air to tear its flesh.
"Everyone... hissed... all have to die!... hissed, the desert is ours!... hissed... hissed..."
The strange monster let out an extremely painful cry, but no drop of blood was shed on his body.
Instead, it slowly fell on the ground, making a dull sound like a bag of horse manure.
The dark scene disappeared in an instant, and Hajjhona looked gloomy and put away his staff, activated the teleportation spell and left.
Chapter completed!