On the desolate Gobi Desert, cacti grew unbridled upwards. Along with the noisy wind, several tumbleweeds rolled past Ender, just like the hot-button duel scene that appears in every Western movie.
But the two people fighting were not two western cowboys holding revolvers, but two dragons from different worlds.
The black tissue surged, rushing towards the tiny dragon disguised as a human in front of him like a tide, and what greeted him were countless arrows made of flames.
A powerful warlock, what will his battle be like?
Warlocks are natural casters. Their magic is not dexterous, but they are powerful and powerful. Therefore, they are jokingly called walking flame arrow machines by those magicians. But for those warlocks who have developed their bloodline to the extreme, they are
It will let those master mages know how terrifying the ruthless flame arrow machine is.
Now, with Ender's every move, the flames formed by the surrounding magic seemed to be given life, turning into various weapons, bombarding Norton's body, but this was just an appetizer given to Norton by Ender.
Using magic to summon a flame and then give it a shape is a skill that even a child can do. Next is the feast that Ender prepared for Norton.
Luli's Word Spirit is Word Spirit Judgment, which gives death to creatures in the Word Spirit realm by speaking the dragon text of death.
Ander has been getting along with Lu Li over the years. By observing the way the spirit of speech works, he integrated this technique into magic and greatly enhanced a nine-ring spell:
The law commands death.
Ender stared at the dragon king in front of him. The scales and dragon wings stretched out, and the structure of the throat changed. A dragon sentence came out of Ender's mouth: "Now, die!"
The huge magic power gathered around him followed Ender's instructions and headed towards the Norton pupa, giving death to the monster in front of him.
At that moment, the dead gray-white color spread on the black tissue, the round monster trembled, and the huge life breath continued to weaken, but then, this change stopped.
The gray-white spread paused there, and the once black flesh turned into a tired marble-like structure under the influence of Ender's magic. Then, the wound burst, and the gray-white stone was swallowed up by the surrounding black tissue.
Ender was stunned by the unprecedented situation. He had thought of countless results, but had never seen such a strange situation. Death by Law was not a petrification spell. There would only be two results after this spell was released. The opponent
Dead, or unscathed.
But Ender immediately thought of another possibility. The huge black monster in front of him was not a complete life form, but a collection of countless lives put together.
"Damn it, what on earth are these pseudo-dragons?" Ender cursed in a low voice, but after a while, the black giant egg returned to its original size and even expanded.
"That's it!" Ender's body was burning, and in the sea of fire, a giant dragon emerged from the flames, and its claws with brass scales gripped the round body fiercely.
The claws cut deeply into Norton's twisted flesh, but there was no trace of joy on Ender's dragon's face. The claws seemed to be sinking into a piece of quicksand, being very slowly devoured by the monster in front of him.
The dragon wings flapped, whipping up the wind, and Ender pulled his claws out of Norton's body. This was the first time in countless years that he used his claws to fight with the wings like his compatriots.
But when it comes to dragons, there is one more thing that is essential, and that is dragon breath!
Ender rolled his wings and hovered in mid-air. He took a deep breath. With the operation of his throat organs, linear flames fell from the sky, like the legendary Sword of Damocles, stabbing hard into the ground.
Twisted monster.
Along with the explosion of burning and the unpleasant stench, billowing black smoke rose from the ground. In the temporary headquarters of the Executive Department not far away, Schneider looked at the black smoke in the distance and the screen that lost the signal, and hammered the table in annoyance.
"What's going on with the satellite? Why is it blocked when Norma is here?" Schneider yelled to the staff next to him.
"Minister, Principal Angers called and said that it was his request to block the satellite because it involves some 3S-level secrets." The commissioner next to him answered the phone and replied to Schneider: "And the principal prohibited everyone from observing the battlefield.
Failure to do so may cause permanent mental damage."
Schneider had nothing to say to the principal's statement and could only turn to the commissioner next to him: "Are the alchemical warheads ready?"
"The Philosopher's Stone warhead is ready and can be launched at any time." The commissioner replied to Schneider. At this time, a terrifying roar came from the distance, like a baby being abandoned by its mother, a high-pitched and piercing scream.
Ender was hovering in the sky, looking at the round monster below. Ender's breath had just created deep cracks in the round body, and from the cracks, a strange scream of resentment could be heard.
"Ender, this is an egg!" Angers, who was observing the battlefield from a distance, shouted: "He is reenacting the life of the dragon. Norton is about to break out of the shell."
Ender didn't respond to Angers' cry. He looked at the oval-shaped dome with his golden vertical pupils. From the dark cracks, Ender saw two golden flames.
Click, click...
Some kind of heart-wrenching sound echoed in the open space, and the black eggshell cracked little by little. As the cracks expanded, a dragon claw stretched out from the cracks.
In Ander's opinion, this terrifying limb couldn't be called a dragon's claw at all. The pale bones were covered with blackened blood vessels, and the surface was transparent, with some red scales on the skin, reminding Ander of his memories.
The dracolich.
Accompanied by a terrifying cracking sound, what climbed out of the eggshell was a monster that was slightly larger than Ander. It looked like a combination of the Eastern Divine Dragon and the Western Dragon, but its skinny appearance was clearly...
It's just an underdeveloped embryo.
From the ribs under the skin, you can see the beating heart of the newborn Norton. The baby's cry came from between Norton's exposed teeth, echoing in the wilderness and unable to disperse for a long time.
Ender looked at Norton who kept crying. Magic power flowed from between his wings to the surrounding air. As a dragon species living in the desert, raising sandstorms that obscured his vision was the instinct of a brass dragon.
Under the influence of Ender's magic power, the surrounding air began to flow violently, turning into a wall of wind that blocked all prying eyes.
Schneider, who was waiting in a group, heard this strange sound, ignored Angers's prohibition, walked out of the tent with a telescope, and looked into the distance, but he only saw long stretches of yellow sand, covering everything under the influence of the wind.
In the sandstorm, Ender hovered above Norton, looking at the storm around him caused by his magic power: "Now, no one will bother me anymore. Let me see how strong Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, is."