Brusque was in tears and was dragged away by the ears. Also taken away was the little golden dragon that the female dragon was holding and refused to let go of. No one dared to hatch eggs with one for five hundred years, and he almost lost his child again.
The female dragon who was suddenly lost and found was reasonable.
Brusque held Negris in his arms and said reluctantly: "Goodbye, my ancestors. I can't fulfill my promise. I feel deeply guilty. I can no longer live such a free and easy life. Wuwuwuwu..."
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Nigris said impatiently: "Gun, gon, gon, I'm just telling you how can you be so easy-going, sell yourself out without saying a word, and have the guts to make such an idea, gon, you can't do this or that, it's of no use to you."
Bruske's eyes were filled with tears: "Master Ancestor, you can help me to intercede and show off your posture and prestige as the God of Knowledge..."
"I'm not familiar with it, so I won't tell you." Nigris waved his little paw, refusing sternly, and then said: "Take a piece of your hair and show it to me, and I'll see if your Dragon Transformation Technique is up to par."
The topic jumps too much, and Brusque is a little confused. The ancestor wants to check the homework? He hasn't checked it for so long, and now he is checking it?
Somewhat confused, he plucked a piece of hair and handed it to Nigris. The hair slowly returned to a palm-sized scale.
Nigris nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, very good. You are a qualified clan leader. Let's go. Dragon Island still needs you to protect it."
"Yes, Lord Ancestor." Brusque felt a warm feeling of being encouraged and encouraged by his ancestors. He turned around and walked a few steps. Suddenly he remembered something and turned around, only to see Nigris holding his hand with his little paws.
The scales were grinning like they had stolen a chicken.
Feeling something was wrong in his heart, but couldn't remember what was wrong for the moment, Bruske could only talk about the reason why he turned around: "Master Ancestor, where did the diphtheria go? I want to bring it back to Dragon Island."
Nigris smiled and said: "It's a beautiful thought. The sacred essence of two hundred thousand magic crystals, the life essence of hundreds of thousands of magic crystals, two days of continuous spell casting, and the scroll-level fine-level operations were reincarnated."
Xiaolong, it’s fine if you don’t pay at home, do you want to take the diphtheria away too?”
Because he didn't pay, he wanted to sell himself but was dragged away by his wife midway. Knowing that he was in the wrong, Brusque didn't dare to say anything and flew away with the female dragon.
Halfway through the flight, Brusque's heart skipped a beat. He finally thought that something was wrong, his scales! Oh my god! The young dragon was cultivated through the flesh tissue inside the dragon egg, and then transferred its consciousness.
If your scales fall into the hands of your ancestors, what if you can breed a baby dragon? You won't be able to wash them off even if you jump into the frozen ocean.
Looking at the cheerful female dragon in front of him, Bruske hesitated for a few times, but finally did not say anything.
The female dragon only thought that the little golden dragon was hatched from a dragon egg. If she knew that the dragon egg had been smashed and the little golden dragon was re-cultivated with a piece of meat from the baby dragon's body, who knows whether she would be able to accept it or not.
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And it was lucky. After all, Ange was cultivated from the meat extracted from dragon eggs, and scales should not be cultivated. Of course, if it knew where Nigris came from, it might not think so.
When I think about a bunch of golden dragons that look exactly like her appearing on Dragon Island in the future, the female dragon might not even know who to rip first.
Hey, thinking about it this way, it seems acceptable.
With a worried heart, Brusk followed the female dragon and flew away.
Looking at the two figures disappearing at the end of the sky, Nigris sighed. Although he complained about Bruske all day long, "This can't be done and that can't be done," but in fact, with such a strong man of truth sitting in charge, Hope Oasis
It's like adding a super defensive array. Even if someone wants to covet this place, they have to weigh it carefully.
Brusque's role is actually equivalent to a trump card, a trump card that gives Nigris the confidence to protect Ange's safety even in the most dangerous moments.
Now that Bruske has been taken away, this defensive formation has been removed. If we encounter any strong enemy, everyone can only hope for their own good.
So it cheated and pulled out one of Brusk's scales. At the critical moment, this thing could also be used as a trump card.
Throwing the scales to Ange, Negris said: "Try to see if you can use it to transform into Brusk."
Ange tried it and shook his head: "No, I'm not familiar with it."
"Unfamiliar? What do you mean? You mean affinity, right?" Nigris thought for a moment before he understood the meaning of Ange's words and asked, "Can the affinity be increased?"
Ange tilted his head: "Try."
With a gesture, Ange stuck the palm-sized scales into his ribs.
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After a long night of tossing, it started to get dark. Rogge didn't dare to march under the sun. There were more than 3,000 lichs, and more than a dozen of them would definitely be killed by the sun. Unless they had no choice, they would hide in the sun and go out at night.
After moving a little distance, in another sand dune, the undead creatures began to arrange a shade place facing the rising sun. I saw them pulling out a piece of black cloth and felt, preferably thick and opaque,
Spread it on the ground, press it down at the four corners, and then spread it with thin sand.
Then dig a hole from one side and drill under the cloth, and look through the dug hole to look outside.
This is a ground tent shading method that is very suitable for undead creatures, because they are not afraid of heat or scalding. Even if the sand is hot to 70 or 80 degrees, it will not affect them, let alone ventilation and other issues.
Ange came back just for these lichs in Dark Side City. They couldn't leave, so Ange was naturally not in a hurry to go back. He spent a few minutes using magic to build a sunken sandstone basement, and then directly
A stall was set up there.
All lichs infected with undead germs should come to the basement in order to receive treatment.
The hygienic situation of the lich is not optimistic. After you die, you can no longer smell the smell, feel itching, pain, or stickiness, and your willingness to clean yourself will quickly decrease, especially if you do not maintain it well.
After it is broken, he will break the jar even more, take things one by one and mend them, out of sight but out of mind.
Most lichs have bandages and inlaid decorations on their bodies. After these are removed, the condition of the body is terrible.
When the hygiene situation is not good, undead germs can spread like a fish in water. Almost every lich has more or less germs on their body, some are more serious, causing skin and flesh to rot, and bones to corrode. Some symptoms are mild, but they also cause hair loss.
Light.
Every lich can feel the emotions of pessimism, despair, and depression, and they are obviously tortured by this virus to the point where they no longer want to live.
Nigris was horrified: "This kind of bacteria is really vicious. If you can't get rid of it after infection, you can only watch yourself rotting. In the end, you may rot like a gold tooth and only one head will be left. It's terrible."
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When Nigris said this, a lich with half of his face rotten was sitting opposite him. He forced a smile and responded: "Yes, yes, it's terrible. If it's completely rotten, forget it. It's rotten."
It's so terrible that I can't even die until I only have one head left."
"Haha, you don't need to be afraid. You are already dead when only your head is left, and your soul is not in your head." Nigris laughed.
The Lich thought for a moment and thought it made sense: "That's right. I'm a Lich, so I don't have to worry about this problem. Haha, thank you for reminding me."
"You have a good attitude, what should I call you?" Nigris asked. When the two of them started talking, Ange had already begun treatment.
Lisa could actually treat them, but in the Darkside City, facing thousands of infected undead lichs, Lisa was smart enough not to do anything.
People don't suffer from poverty, but they suffer from inequality. It doesn't matter if everyone can't be cured. But once there is a treatment method, and this treatment cannot be quickly spread to everyone, problems will arise.
If there was a fight due to treatment, Feilin was not sure that he could protect Lisa, so she simply handed over this task to Lord Ange, because only Ange can treat everyone non-stop in a short period of time.
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The Lich was attracted by Negris' words and did not pay attention to Ange's treatment for a while. He only heard him say: "My lord, my name is Konab, a handsome bard."
"Well, I know the bard, but why is he handsome?" Nigris asked in confusion.
"Ah? No way? This is my greatest trait, just like your wisdom and wisdom, others can tell it at a glance." Konab said sincerely, and the expression on his face made it clear who he was.
Are you flattering or telling the truth?
Nigris smiled so much that his face blossomed: "Hahaha, the young man is very discerning. He can see my wise and wise qualities at a glance. Not bad, not bad. Well, he can indeed be considered handsome."
Konab thought that Nigris was being polite to him, but he soon discovered that his face was strange, and the shriveled and rotten areas were slowly bulging.
He raised his hand to touch it, but as soon as he raised his hand, Konab could not help but tremble: Is this his own hand? Is this rough but fresh, skinned and fleshy hand his own?
He crossed his hands and touched them, but couldn't help but press them on his waist. You couldn't tell with his clothes. In fact, half of his waist was rotted away and his spine was exposed. When he was alive, he was called a werewolf's waist, but now it's almost connected to his waist.
All gone.
This pressing was real, not empty. His waist had grown back unknowingly, including other damaged and rotten parts of his body.
"I...this...but..." Konab was so excited that he couldn't speak incoherently. In just a few words, he, a half-rotten lich who could almost be buried, actually recovered.
Is this a miracle? Is this a miracle?
He looked at Ange excitedly and wanted to say something, but he choked up and couldn't say anything.
Angeti slipped him by the collar, threw him out, and said to the outside: "Next one."
There was an uproar outside, and the lich who vaguely recognized Konab screamed. Rogge asked them to come over to treat the germs, but he never said he could restore them to their original appearance.
Ange doesn't care what everyone's mood is. He is just purifying the germs. Restoring vitality is a side effect of the facial cleansing technique and has nothing to do with him.
When Lisa and others arrived, they saw such a chaotic scene. The untreated lichs were huddled in front of the basement under the bright sun, waiting eagerly.
From time to time, someone would occupy the team and start a fight. Then Roger would rush over, beat up all the fighters, and then rush to the end of the team.
On the other side, the cured lichs gathered in a bunch, talking excitedly. Konab set up a wooden stake, stood on the top of the wooden stake, and sang the hymn he had just made up with great emotion:
"The great Lord Ange, he holds the light of pure face and heals the wounds... He is eight feet tall, handsome and majestic, his body is like a pillar standing upright from the sky, and his eyes are like lightning that pierces the fog..."
Lisa's eyes flashed with surprise: "Bard? That's great, I want this person."
After saying that, he flew into the basement and said, "Sir, my lord, why are you hiding in here? It's such a good opportunity to show miracles. Whenever the Light Church has any healing activities, they want to give half a month's notice in advance to let the whole village and town know.
People came to watch and absorb a wave of faith."
"Sir, if we don't occupy the high ground of faith, the enemy will occupy it. Don't always find it troublesome. You don't need to prepare. It's a miracle when you move. You don't need to perform. You can write it into the epic as soon as you move it.
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"Even if you don't care, it's better to have more soul flames, otherwise your quick-death aura won't be able to activate."
It must be said that Lisa has mastered the skill of persuading Ange. When it came to soul flames and halo, Ange finally stood up.
After leaving the basement and rearranging the venue, Ange built a high platform with sand and sat on the high platform. Undead creatures came up the stairs one after another. No matter from any angle, Ange could clearly see his body.
action.
Lisa also found Konab, and quietly revealed the holy light of the facial cleansing technique, and took out a bottle of rest liquid, letting Konab smell it, and then took out a bag of gold coins, and smiled: "
Are you interested in becoming a holy bard who spreads the glory and deeds of our Lord?"
From day to night, lichs were treated one after another, and the camp was filled with laughter and laughter. A laughter of relief and renewed hope sounded from time to time.
Rogge was also relieved. These people in Dark Side City were a heavy burden for him and the main reason why he was depressed and wanted to sleep forever. Although some memories were erased by Anthony, if the burden was still there, one day, he would still
I fell into that kind of depression and could never get out.
Now that it's better, the burden has been lifted. Ange has cured everyone's illnesses. Lisa is obviously happy to take over these people, and all his burdens can be lifted.
"Oh, by the way, I can't go back anyway, and I can't use the key to this sleeping place. Give it to the adults. Maybe you can use it." As he said this, Rogge took out the key from his soul.
A ball of soul flame emerged.
"The Place of Sleep? What is that?" Negris asked, and Ange also tilted his head in confusion.
"Ah? The place of sleep, the place where immortal souls sleep peacefully, where there are endless tombstones as far as the eye can see. We black knights are the night watchmen of the place of sleep." Rogge said.
Rogge had given his oath of loyalty and could safely bring him into the Palace of Rest, so Ange stuffed him in, and then led him to the right side of the Palace of Rest.
There was a fence there, and a tattered iron door frame, but the door was missing, and everything behind the fence disappeared, leaving only nothingness.
"You mean, there used to be a large cemetery behind this fence? A place of rest?" Negris asked.
"Yes, where is the place of rest? Why is the palace of rest so much smaller?"