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Chapter 598: Dragon Crystal, Dragon Heart, Dragon Blood

From Nororoto's defeat to Squirrel's betrayal, less than ten minutes passed.

In the consciousness space where the flow of time is much slower, Asadron has been fighting this druid for almost two hours.

The long and anxious battle made the red dragon, who had just woken up, become a little irritable. He couldn't wait to take back his dragon source power and return to the main material plane.

It's just that most of his consciousness needs to control the operation of the resurrection ceremony, and a small part needs to pay attention to the external situation. In the end, there is not much soul power left for driving.

Originally, he thought that a druid who had not yet reached his second level could easily solve the problem.

But he didn't expect that the intensity of this druid's consciousness far exceeded his expectations, and there was also a powerful power of the abyss that not only repaired the damage to the opponent's consciousness.

So much so that he has been unable to completely destroy the opponent.

"Damn ants!" the crazy Asadron roared.

He no longer wanted to wait any longer, and with a thought, he took back the consciousness that had been left outside.

After the two consciousnesses merged, their intensity more than doubled in an instant.

The dragon's claws stretched out, and a phantom swayed in the air. In an instant, it was in front of the druid, and he grabbed the druid and knocked him to the ground.

"The game is over, adventurer!" Asadron roared excitedly, and a stream of dragon's breath was sprayed directly at the druid at his feet.

"That's right, it seems I've passed the level!" Sherlock looked up and smiled.

Above him, in addition to the surging dragon's breath and the arrogant red dragon, there was also a black sword shadow flying towards him at a very fast speed.

Looking at the direction the sword tip is pointing, it is no surprise that it is the prop he bought for 220,000 yuan.

Touch of Reincarnation (Excellent, Rare Object): Make the target undead creature re-enter reincarnation, use 1/3 times

The Touch of Reincarnation is the sword of Kelemvor, the King of the Dead, and it is naturally impossible for players to obtain it at this stage.

Like the previous Disaster Dagger, this Touch of Reincarnation was also a replica made by Kelemvor's incarnation, and was accidentally obtained by a lucky player.

It's a pity that the player didn't realize the power of this rare item at the beginning, and casually wasted two opportunities to use it on two low-level commander BOSS.

Later, a businessman picked it up and bought it, then put the props in the auction house.

Sherlock and Starfire were studying ways to deal with the undead.

After Starfire's friends mentioned this prop, they immediately flew Daenerys to Wiplintala to take a picture of it, and then delivered it to the squirrel overnight.

With the help of this powerful magical object, their entire plan has the possibility of success.

Of course, in order to keep it confidential, they did not make this part of the plan public.

That's why those NPCs were so opposed to it at first.

After all, even with the help of the Touch of Reincarnation, their plan is still very risky, and there are too many uncertainties in the middle.

whether the dracolich will heed the squirrel's advice;

Can Nororoto attract its attention?

Can Shylock's consciousness withstand Asadron's oppression;

Does the squirrel have another chance to stab this crucial sword...

If there is a problem in any one of them, the plan will fail.

Fortunately, Tymora still sided with Shylock after all, and they seized every opportunity either intentionally or unintentionally.

At this time, Asadron had also felt the aura of the King of the Dead.

This power is enough to drag it as a spirit body to the realm of eternal rest.

Once he enters the realm of eternal sleep, his consciousness will be completely restored to its original state.

When he enters reincarnation again, he is no longer him, but a brand new individual.

"No!" For the first time, fear appeared in Asadron's voice.

He no longer had time to care about the druid at his feet, he was about to fly out of the sea of ​​consciousness as soon as his wings fluttered.

It's just that the power of the King of the Dead is not so easy to hide.

Almost the moment Asadron flew up, the black sword shadow penetrated its heart.

"ah--"

There was not much pain in this last dragon roar. After all, Kelanvor hoped that the deceased could die peacefully.

There is more of Asadron's reluctance and nostalgia, as well as a hint of self-deprecation that he has never had before.

He was unwilling to die like this, and even missed the situation when he was a dragon running rampant in the desperate Eastern Region.

In order to maintain his own life, he made so many efforts and attempts, but he did not expect that he could not escape the fate in the end.

All this seemed so ridiculous before he died.

Sherlock listened to the tragic dragon's roar, but he didn't feel much joy in his heart.

Because with the death of Asadron, the dragon power in the opponent's body, as well as the soul power plundered in the soul river before, and even the fire element power in the 99 flame crystals in the resurrection ceremony, all passed through one by one.

The medium of the red dragon heart was passed into his body.

Originally, it was already very difficult for him to absorb Asadron's original dragon power. Now that there are two more powers of similar magnitude but more chaotic, his conscious body cannot hold on for long.

But it was impossible for him to let go of the dragon power he had finally obtained.

You can only take one step at a time and absorb as much as you can.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Sherlock was still thinking about taking one step at a time, but the Dracolich outside didn't want him to take even one step.

The moment he saw the touch of reincarnation piercing the red dragon's heart, Pavaroa whipped the squirrel away with a shadow whip.

Then he muttered some words and chanted a spell for the first time.

As a level 112 Dracolich, Pavaroa can cast necromancy spells below level five instantly.

Most of the spells above level five only require a few syllables.

For a necromancy spell like this that requires chanting for seven or eight seconds, he would usually rather use dragon language magic or directly transform into a dragon and fight hand-to-hand.

Only this time, this druid dared to ruin the plan he had been preparing for many years to bring the dragon into the world.

Death is no longer enough to vent his anger, he wants to extract the other person's soul and imprison it in his wand, causing the other person to suffer eternal torture.

Howl of the Banshee!

A black light flashed on Pavaroa's wand, and a scream flew towards the figure on the altar.

The ninth-level necromancy spell Banshee's Wail, no one has ever been able to escape from this spell. Even if they are transported to an alien plane, they will still be tracked by the spell.

The dracolich's empty eyes stared intently at the situation on the altar.

As soon as the druid dies, he must use the soul-binding technique to imprison the opponent's soul immediately, making it impossible to resurrect.

The scream of the Banshee's Howl was a few minutes faster than the normal speed of sound. Just as it was about to hit Sherlock, a flame suddenly fell from the sky and swallowed up all the power of the dead.

Mortal fire cannot stop the howl of the banshee.

I don't know what kind of mysterious power this golden flame is. Not only did it stop it, it seemed that it was still devouring the power of the dead within it.

Under the burning flames, the screams gradually weakened.

When the power of Banshee's Howl completely disappeared, the mysterious flame slowly condensed into the shape of a person.

After a while, a tall woman wearing colorful feathers walked out of the flames.

Immediately afterwards, another petite figure teleported to the altar out of thin air.

"Fox, you go deal with that ugly monster, I'll guard Xiaoxia." The latecomer shouted, and then poured a bottle of blood-red liquid in his hand on Sherlock beside him.

Druid of the Forgotten Realms


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