A first-level electric magic lightning ball was pressed on the body of the little brass dragon, but there was no reaction at all.
"Well, was my magic resistance already so high when I was a child?" Nigris was surprised. The dragon's elemental resistance is very high, and the brass dragon is the best among them. The first-level lightning ball cannot even electrocute it.
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"The skin has high resistance. How about cutting open the skin and electrocuting the heart directly?" Nigris suggested.
Ange tilted his head and asked, "Where is the heart?"
Negris pointed to the junction of the dragon's neck and torso, where the dragon's heart was. It thought Ange was going to accept its suggestion and cut open the dragon's skin, and it suddenly felt its heart hurt.
This is an illusion, but who knows if it is the little dragon that grows out of its dragon scales? Its essence can be regarded as its body.
Ange did not cut open the dragon's skin, but made a gesture, put his hand in from the mouth, and shocked the approximate location through the esophagus, causing the whole little brass dragon to twitch violently.
"Ugh, you ￥&#@!..." Nigris instinctively felt nauseated, causing strong psychological discomfort, just like Ange inserted his hand into its mouth.
But the method is indeed effective. The esophagus does not have the resistance of dragon skin and is close to the heart. The lightning ball can exert its greatest effect. The heart muscle contracts violently under the electric shock and pumps out the blood inside.
When it relaxes, the blood at the other end is sucked in again. As if some mechanism is triggered, the heart contracts automatically. Just like this, it tightens and relaxes, and the heart resumes beating.
"Zobada, it's really good. Those druids didn't lie." Nigris murmured. I bet he hadn't tried this method before, it was just what he heard.
The heart beats, the blood flows, and some subtle changes appear on the little brass dragon's body, such as the regular lifting of the scales, which is the breathing effect of the dragon scales, and the eyelids and other parts are no longer dead white, looking angry.
The blood is much better.
But that's all. The little brass dragon remained motionless, as if it was in a deep sleep. No matter Ange rolled its eyelids, slapped it, or even put his hand in his mouth and shocked it, he couldn't wake it up.
After much tossing, Negris said: "It should have no soul. Although it has grown a body, it cannot grow a soul. Alas, creating life has never been easy."
No soul? Ange tilted his head, thought for a while, then put his hand into the mouth of the little brass dragon, pressing its heart area. Under the squeeze, the heart could not beat, and it soon stopped.
The death of the brass dragon.
A ball of soul fire was condensed and stuffed into the body of the little brass dragon. Ange pointed at it: "It has a soul."
Nigris was silent for a while and then roared angrily: "You bastard!"
Ange simply and crudely gave the little brass dragon a soul and transformed it into a zombie dragon.
If it is a living person with intelligence, he can use the method of sacrifice to fully combine the soul fire with the memory of the corpse during life, and reincarnate into a lich. This is how Feilin and Lisa came. The whole process takes about seven days.
But the little brass dragon has no memory, let alone life, so it became a zombie after being directly given a soul.
"But, I never taught you how to condense soul fire." Nigris was puzzled, how did Ange learn how to do it without even teaching him.
"Fire of the Dead." Ange said.
"The fire of the undead is far different from the fire of the soul, but you are weird. It is not surprising to understand the fire of the soul from the fire of the undead. Their essence is the same. Forget it, you control it and use
Its soul came to call out my divine name, and from then on I was projected onto it to become my body."
Nigris was excited and looking forward to it. How many years has it been since it was sealed? He could still clearly remember the despair and powerlessness of the immortal king when it tore its soul out of its body.
I didn't expect that one day I would be able to get my body back. Although it was too young to be young and not as big as it was in the dragon egg, it was still a body that grew out of my own scales.
Ange controlled the little brass dragon and made some unexplained sounds.
"Uh, dragon language, dragon language, forget it, I'll teach you." After another routine teaching, Ange finally succeeded in controlling the little brass dragon and called out Negris' name in dragon language.
Negris projected onto the body of the little brass dragon, shook his head, and after a long while, he let out a sigh.
He probably wanted to feel sad about the spring and autumn, and express emotions like "My youth is back" and "My body is back", but before the sigh faded, a figure jumped on its back, and the two of them jumped on it.
A small white leg was clamped around its waist, riding on it steadily.
Nigris almost fell to the ground and cursed hurriedly: "What are you doing!? Come down, you have wings, why are you riding on me! You dead birdman, come down quickly, or I will beat you, you want to bear it"
The wrath of the God of Knowledge?!"
Nigris flapped his wings vigorously, trying to shake the angel skeleton off his back, but the angel skull also flapped its wings and balanced its body, unable to shake it off at all.
After struggling for a while, the little zombie rushed forward and knocked the angel skeleton down.
Before Nigris could express his thanks, the little zombie turned over and rode up. It wasn't trying to rescue Nigris, but was trying to grab the toy, but it was heavier and sat Nigris down on the ground.
"Zobada, suffer death, the wrath of the brass dragon!" Nigris struggled in vain. Even if it was a brass dragon, it was still new and could not defeat the little zombie. In the end, it was the angel skeleton who saved it.
The two guys fought aside.
Nigris got up, wiped his face with his paws, wiped off the stains on his body, and sighed: "I almost became a mount, Siobada, how can a majestic brass dragon be ridden? Losing the dragon
The face of a clan.”
Before he finished speaking, Ange rode up.
Negris subconsciously wanted to shake, but found that his body was out of control. The soul of the little brass dragon was given by Ange and had a higher priority than Negris. In other words, if it did not obey Ange's will, then
It can't control the little brass dragon.
After struggling in his heart for a while, Nigris reluctantly accepted this reality and just ride it. No one knew it was him anyway. The Brass Dragon was ridden, and it was only the face of the dragon clan that was lost. It was not about his knowledge.
What's wrong with God?
Comforting himself, Nigris flew up with a flutter.
Its body is only half a meter long from head to tail. Riding Ange on it is like riding a small bench, or an adult riding a children's rocking horse, but its wingspan is very large, and Ange is just a skeleton.
There are only bones in the whole body, and the gross weight is less than 40 kilograms. It can actually be carried on its back.
Feilin flew in, and when he saw this scene, he was so shocked that he shoveled his ass to the ground: "This is... a yellow... brass dragon? Sir, are you going to dig a grave? We don't have a dragon's tomb here, do you?"
Where did you dig this?"
Before Ange could answer, Feilin waved his hand: "Don't talk about this, sir, help me! Please give me some food on credit and pay later."