Chapter 248 The ancient dragon that hides its breath?
The ancient dragons surrounded Buriant and produced huge power fluctuations. As time went by, more and more legendary undead were attracted by the fluctuations of the battle. Nearly forty legendary battles of this scale and level
To the nearby strong men, the battle fluctuations were like a second sun appearing in the sky, and it was difficult not to notice.
Whenever a legendary undead arrives, an ancient dragon is forced to leave the battlefield and intercept it. Even if these legendary undead are planning to come over to paddle, their existence itself has restricted the ancient dragons' combat effectiveness.
But, fortunately, not only the Council of the Dead has support, but the ancient dragons also have support. There are ancient dragons who tore space from other subcontinents, spanning hundreds of millions of miles, and then found this place through the messages left by the first batch of ancient dragons.
However, due to time and distance constraints, only three ancient dragons have found this place and come to support the first batch of ancient dragons.
Fortunately for Linglong, because he has always maintained an absolutely crushing attack on Buriant, this once powerful great lich is now very miserable. The ten legendary undead dragons he worked so hard to refine
Four of them have been destroyed by ancient dragons.
This made Burt Ryan so angry and heartbroken that his soul fire was trembling. Almost all of his belongings were thrown at the Undead Dragon Legion, so when the congressmen from the same organization asked him for compensation, he couldn't provide it.
As for the other option, using the undead dragon to pay off the debt - impossible, don't even think about it, even if he is beaten to death, he will not give up the undead dragon he worked so hard to refine.
His love for dragons, or in other words, his love for undead dragons, has reached an extremely morbid and twisted state. So now, he is not only suffering great physical torture, but also suffering great mental pain.
He watched helplessly as his hard work was shattered, but there was nothing he could do about it. If he couldn't beat him, he couldn't beat him. It was useless to get angry.
What made him even more angry and trembling was that the legendary undead souls that he expected to come to rescue and help him were all blatantly rowing without any effort.
The first legendary vengeful spirit that came to the battlefield with a wave of vengeful spirits swallowed the ancient silver dragon, and there was no movement immediately, and no fluctuations in the battle were heard.
The second legendary dark knight who came to support did not hit the ancient yellow jade dragon with a single move. He was obviously pretending to hit him. Did he think he was blind?
The same goes for the third stitched corpse...
Although this kind of ineffective behavior made Buriant tremble with anger, they managed to hold down an ancient dragon, which relieved the pressure for him and allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.
But when the ninth legendary lich came over, something happened that made him so angry that he vomited blood-Bryant swore that if he still had life and a body of flesh and blood, he would definitely be so angry.
Vomiting blood.
...The ninth person who felt the fluctuations of the battle and came to support was a lich, a traditional lich. He was not as special as Blainet and Barbossa. The undead legions under his command were all normal lichs.
Traditional configuration... skeletons, wraiths, ghouls, abominations, dark knights, gargoyles... all types of undead are available.
When this traditional great lich came to the battlefield, just as an ancient dragon was about to leave the battlefield and intercept it.
The first legendary spirit to arrive sent a request for help to the legendary lich. Yes, it was a request for help.
"Arman, this ancient silver dragon is too strong. I can't hold it anymore. Come and help me!" The voice of the soul without any limit echoed on the battlefield, and at the same time, there was an extremely exaggerated sound.
of screams.
On the battlefield, even the undead who were beginning to gain wisdom knew that the screams were fake. However, the legendary archlich who came for support just believed it.
"Guderian, hold on, I will come to support you." The great lich smiled strangely, and led his army of undead to rush into the still and still glowing green ghosts.
In the tide, it disappeared directly.
Then there was no more... When the ancient golden dragon Alves saw this situation, he turned around and wanted to leave the battlefield, rush into the wave of resentful spirits, and support the ancient silver dragon.
But just after flying halfway, Alves seemed to have received the ancient silver dragon's message, flew back to the battlefield, and continued to catch a legendary bone dragon and beat it - it was about to beat it to death.
Next, more and more legendary undead arrived on the battlefield, but they have formed a tacit understanding. Whenever a new legendary undead arrived, there would immediately be a legendary undead paddling in the water asking for help.
I can't beat him anymore, I'm going to be beaten to death by Gu Long, come help me quickly, and so on.
When the legendary undead being asked for help saw, hey, the one being beaten by a group of ancient dragons was actually Burt Ryan, who had unpaid debts. He immediately understood and ran to the side to "support" his companions who were about to be "beaten to death".
Blatant paddling.
Again, if you have no relatives, no connections, and no benefits, who will help you resist the knife, and why?
Buriant struggled to hold on under the siege of Gu Long. He had already understood that the legends of the Council of the Dead would not help him.
Even the big shot who was optimistic about him, the Ghost Lord Basaromu, was unreliable. Just above the sky, the two flashes of breath that made him feel trembling made him understand that the king of the Dragon Clan had also taken action, so he
There is no need to expect anyone to come to save him.
"Are we going to rely on self-destruction to escape again?" Buriant hesitated as the soul fire swayed in his crystal-white skull with a crack.
But at this moment, at the edge of the battlefield in this area, the space split open, and a thousand-meter-long ghost armored ship sailed out first. After that, hundreds of ghost ships of different sizes and styles followed.
Between the ships, the gray-black ghost mist of the undead filled the air, and there were streaks of black gas as thick as pythons flowing between the ghost ships.
On the bow of the leading ironclad ship, a great lich wearing a triangular captain's hat stood with a sword in his hand, looking like a pirate king who traveled across the ocean.
"Barbossa, save me!" Seeing this ten-thousand-year-old lich, Buriant seemed to see hope of escaping, and immediately sent a message for help to him, "As long as you can temporarily delay these few
Ancient dragon, let me escape from here, and I will give you half of my undead dragon army."
Barbossa raised his head and glanced at the sky. He was not looking at Bryant, but at a higher position.
Then, he moved his gaze downwards and glanced at the pitiful six legendary undead dragons beside Buriant.
Finally, his eyes moved down to the largest battlefield in the area, where he saw Muria, who was looking around and killing everyone.
"I discovered a powerful ancient dragon that hides its aura. I'll help you hold down that ancient dragon first. I don't have time to help you at the moment, so you can support yourself first!" Undead Captain Barbossa refused without hesitation.