"Anyway, he can't die." Hearing Muria's muttering, Barbossa turned to look at him and replied with a nonchalant attitude, "In the worst case, let him be resurrected again."
"Besides, I have no responsibility to help him bear the trouble he caused himself."
"Don't worry, our goal is only to capture Burt Ryan, not to interfere with the actions of your Council of the Dead. After capturing Burt Ryan, we will all leave." After hearing what Barbossa said, a crystal cologne made it very clear.
Give a reply.
Many metal ancient dragons were silent and didn't say anything. Although they couldn't stand the cruel behavior of the Necromancer Council by massacring a country to replenish cannon fodder, they were not willing to go to war with these Necromancer Councils for the sake of a group of humans.
After all, the Parliament of the Undead has existed for nearly 100,000 years. Given the fact that the undead lichs in their Parliament cannot be completely destroyed, God knows how much profound knowledge they have accumulated over such a long period of time.
In fact, if Burt Ryan hadn't gone too far in the first place, the Dragon Clan wouldn't have pursued him so desperately.
"Yeah." Barbossa readily informed the ancient dragons of Bertlaine's location, and then said something that stunned Muria:
"When you capture that guy from Burt Lane later, he will definitely send us a distress signal. According to the regulations of the Parliament, after receiving a distress signal from a member of the Parliament, you must go to the rescue.
But don’t worry, although we will all pass through, we will not use our full strength. You can just send a few ancient dragons out to fight with us and help us deal with the council’s regulations.”
"This is just your idea. How can you guarantee that other undead have the same idea as you?" A topaz ancient dragon questioned.
"I will convince them with my prestige." Barbossa saw the obvious distrust of those ancient dragons and added, "Last time you hunted Barbossa, many members of our council helped to stop him.
However, after Bertrion was resurrected, he refused to pay us the reward for our action.
So, this time, if you go after him, no one of the congressmen will help him. Huh, if you don’t give me any benefits, even if you’re twitchy, you won’t protect him from the knife.”
"So that's it!" After hearing such an inside story, the ancient dragons looked at each other and were almost relieved, but they did not completely relax their vigilance. What if it was the Council of the Dead that was playing tricks?
"Burt Ryan is so stupid! He is seeking death." Fiona, the green dragon who had always followed Muria, heard Barbossa's words and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "This kind of person actually became a legendary lich.
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"You can't say that. If you put yourself in Burt Ryan's position back then, you can understand his seemingly short-sighted approach!" Hearing Fiona's words, Kaslana smiled, "Back then, Burt Ryan was in trouble.
He angered the Dragon God and the three Dragon Kings, so he sent out ancient dragons, which exceeded his imagination and basically blocked all the reinforcements from the Council of the Dead to him.
From Bert Ryan's point of view, when a group of ancient dragons were chasing him, not a single member of the Council of the Dead showed up to help him. After he was resurrected, a group of legendary lichs and undead came to him on the pretext of reinforcements.
He wants payment, do you think he will give it?"
"Let's go and arrest this heinous person like Burt Ryan. You guys, come here too!" An ancient silver dragon that had shrunk in size tore open the space with its claws, and then called to Muria and the other four dragons.
…
In the sky above a city that was already filled with undead, a ghost dragon surrounded by pure death energy and dense ghost energy opened its upper and lower jaws without any flesh and blood, "Ang!" let out a violent dragon roar that ordinary humans could not hear.
Voice.
On the back of this ghost dragon, which carries many negative auras such as tyranny, madness, death, despair, disaster, etc., there is a lich wearing a noble black tall hat, wearing a pure black dress, and holding a cane.
Standing proudly.
This big skeleton with the same crystal-clear bones looked down at the miserable situation below that was like a hell on earth. Whenever I saw the remaining humans in such a city being found by the undead, they were brutally killed, and then they stood up and became one of them.
In his head, the fire of the soul could not help but tremble slightly, which was a sign of excitement: "Only death is eternal!"
"Why do I feel something is wrong?" Burt Ryan pondered after once again admiring a businessman hiding in the basement with his family and guards who was found by wandering ghouls and chewed into a pile of bones amidst the screams.
This time, he did not feel the slightest joy because of such a "beautiful view" below. The surging spiritual power of Pengbai surged out from his soul fire and enveloped this city belonging to a marquis of the Kingdom of Bavaria. He carefully inspected every
In a corner of space, he wanted to find the source of his uneasiness.
"What is it? It makes me so uneasy?" After searching to no avail, Burt Ryan took out a crystal ball and began to divine his own destiny. As a lich with no life limit, the long years have made him
You can learn a lot of knowledge, "There are more than a dozen congressmen around me, and the adult's eyes are also paying attention to this place."
"Bang!" Burt Ryan, who had just started to divine his own bad luck, suddenly exploded into a pile of powder after a picture flashed across the crystal ball in his hand.
"Dragon scales!" Burt Ryan stared at the crystal powder remaining on the bone palm, recalling the scene he just saw. They were neatly arranged, with mysterious natural patterns faintly shining on the scales. "They are the scales of the golden dragon.
, are those dragons coming again?"
"Boom!" Death energy that was so rich that it was almost substantial surged out of his body. Around the ghost dragons at his feet, three ghost dragons and more than 20 bone dragons let out a long, silent roar——
Without flesh and blood, they can no longer emit the roar of a real dragon that shakes the world.
"A lich betrayed me!" Burt Ryan waved his staff, and behind him, a demiplane with white bones and countless undead wandering around appeared, and then part of it gradually solidified - he was connecting with his demiplane and summoning
Your own army of the undead.
In a few breaths, a corner of Bertlaine's demiplane merged with the space he was currently in. A space door with a height of 100 meters was formed, and the decaying undead death energy poured out...
From other angles, a towering white bone gate appeared behind Burt Ryan, and then a mighty undead army exuding the aura of death poured out from it.
Each undead releases an aura that makes ordinary people tremble. Because the space in the demiplane is limited, the undead taken into the demiplane by Burt Ryan are carefully selected by him, and each one has a continuation.
Potential for advancement.
Above the bone gate, bone dragons and ghost dragons flapped their wings and flew out one after another...