Just when the Dragon Kingdom was in chaos, a heavy snowfall enveloped the entire frosty peak. For a time, the cold wind blew up, and snowflakes and hail continued to fall. Even the giant dragon that could withstand the severe cold felt a little uncomfortable at this time.<
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On the horizon, a bright light is extremely dazzling, gradually approaching the Kingdom of Dragon with a slightly slow but unstoppable trend.
The bright light dispelled the darkness of the night, making it as clear as day below. However, the dragon, trapped in the chaos, had no time to pay attention to the anomalies in the distance.
Under the shining of the light, a team of mages, leading their demon puppets, are moving towards the top of the snowy area.
This team of mages wore blue and white robes. The blue-based robes were decorated with various occult patterns with silver-white silk threads. The complexity of the patterns often represented the identity differences between them. Among them, the mage with the most complicated pattern has not only the sun, moon and stars tattooed on his robe, but also the symbols of water, fire, earth and air. That is a pattern that only the most top mage is qualified to have tattooed on his robe.
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The extremely strong light was released from the sky above his head, illuminating the entire scene on the snow-capped mountains, making the originally dark night as bright as day.
At this time, he is riding on a huge golem puppet. The golem puppet is made of crystal and is red all over. Its body is like a dragon. Although it does not have wide dragon wings, its lower limbs are quite strong and every step is smooth.
Deep in the snow.
If there is an alchemist master from Brakada here, he will definitely recognize that the golem puppet appearing here is the crystal dragon that symbolizes the pinnacle of this technology, which is enough to be juxtaposed with the Titan giant puppet of another legendary level.
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At this moment, a bright yellow portal opened next to him, and many mages dressed in the same clothes walked out of it. The entire team also slowed down their progress.
"I have completed the mission you ordered, hero Deken." After walking out of the bright yellow portal, a mage said loudly, "Now I am back. Commander Kanso, report to you."
Kansuo's voice echoed through the snow-capped mountains, not covered up by the snow and wind.
"You came back in time, Commander Kanso." Riding on a giant dragon made of crystal, the mage known as the hero Deken said, "We are about to go deep into this dragon country, and we can't use the space.
Spell."
At Deken's signal, Kansuo led his mages to quickly return to the team and head towards the snow-capped mountains together.
"What we have to face this time is not a small character that can be easily dealt with, but the legendary holy dragon. Are you ready, hero Deken?"
When the other mages returned to the team, Kansuo came to the hero Deken and asked seemingly casually, but his hands were trembling slightly.
Perhaps because he felt cold, Canso did not use the flame to warm himself, but rubbed his hands vigorously, but the trembling frequency did not slow down at all.
As the most powerful creature in recorded history, the reputation of the Holy Dragon has already penetrated into the hearts of all living creatures. Creatures that firmly believe in this will feel a sense of fear in their hearts even if they just hear the name of the Holy Dragon.
"Although this journey has been full of twists and turns, I finally came here, to the top of the snowy area that once belonged to Brakada but was occupied by giant dragons."
Deken said loudly, not only Kansuo on the side, but other mages in the rear team could also hear these words.
"The Holy Dragon is a legendary creature. No one has ever been able to defeat it, but today, the legend will be rewritten. When this battle is over, we will share the honor of the greatest dragon-slaying warrior, and we will become legends.
The protagonist is praised by all bards. The only thing that hinders us is these last dragons."
Deken's highly contagious words reached the ears of all the mages in the team. For a moment, infected by the hero's will, they forgot their own fears and were immersed in the words described by Deken.
At this time, Deken's sight was already looking at the snow-capped mountains. Behind the wind and snow, was the glory he had longed for, the glory belonging to the dragon-slaying warrior.
Piles of corpses of snake monsters are laid out on both sides of the road leading to the top of the snow-capped mountains. Most of these corpses are incomplete. They are the result of the snake monsters killing each other after being affected by [Sorrowful Madness].
Stationed on the outskirts of the Dragon Kingdom, these dragon followers are unable to resist large-scale and powerful spells, and without the help of other spellcasters, death becomes their only fate.
Deken didn't want to pay attention to these snake monsters. Their existence was only an insignificant part of the achievements of the dragon-slaying warriors. However, a sudden movement caught Deken's attention.
The flesh and blood fell off the corpses of these snake monsters, and they stood up in the form of skeletons, still holding the weapons they had in death, and their eyes flashed with scarlet fire.
"Everyone is on alert!" Deken shouted loudly, and the team immediately stopped marching. The mages among them also prepared to cast spells. They only waited for Deken's order to use spells to destroy all enemies.
"Necromancer...these undead creatures are of the same type as the ones I saw in Taitalia." Sensing the changes in the snake demon, especially the scarlet eyes, Kanso's expression changed.
Immediately report to Deken.
"It seems that the giant dragons on the top of the snowy land are not willing to accept the end of death, and turn to the necromancer for help. Unfortunately, they have chosen the wrong ally. Are you right, necromancer?"
As he spoke, Deken looked towards the corner of the cliff ahead that was covered by the wind and snow.
In the wind and snow all over the sky, a dark figure slowly emerged. He was shrouded in darkness, where the light could not shine. Behind him, a large and shabby black robe flew up in the wind, covering it with a layer of darkness.
Shadow.
"Hero Deken, I have a question to ask you." Mixed with the whistling of the wind and snow, the necromancer's deep words came, "Do you think I am strong?"
"Among the necromancers I have seen, you are the most powerful one." Sensing the aura of death around him, Deken replied solemnly, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.
"Hahahaha..." A chilling low laughter came from the necromancer's mouth, "I think so too."
"From the eyes of other creatures, I can feel many emotions, resentment, anger, and jealousy. No matter which one they are, they can make me feel how powerful I am. These eyes of theirs make me enjoy it. Only the powerful
Only living things deserve to enjoy these emotions."
"What I can't stand is her disappointed look. This look irritates me and reminds me that I am so weak. No matter how powerful I am, I am still so weak and insignificant."<
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"When I was weak, I could bear this look without any burden, because I was very aware of my weakness, but it is different now. I am extremely powerful now, and no creature can disappoint me."
"So..." At this point, the Necromancer's words fell silent. "Stop it here, hero Deken, otherwise I will use all my power to stop you here."