Brusque was in tears and was dragged away by the ears. Also taken away was the little golden dragon that the female dragon was holding and refused to let go of. No one dared to hatch eggs with one for five hundred years. He was almost losing his child and suddenly The lost and found female dragon is reasonable.
Brusque hugged Negris and said reluctantly: "Goodbye, my ancestors. I can't fulfill my promise. I feel deeply guilty. I can no longer live such a free and easy life. Wuwuwuwu..." "
Nigris said impatiently: "Gun, gon, gon, I'm just telling you why you are so easy to sell yourself without saying a word, how dare you make such an idea, gon, you can't do this or that, it's of no use to you."
Bruske's eyes were filled with tears: "Master Ancestor, you can help me to intercede and show off your posture and prestige as the God of Knowledge..."
"I'm not familiar with it, so I won't tell you." Nigris waved his little paw and refused sternly, and then said: "Take a piece of your hair and show it to me, and I will see if your Dragon Transformation Technique is up to par."
The topic jumps too much, Brusque is a little confused, the ancestor wants to check the homework? You haven’t checked it for so long and you’re checking it now?
Somewhat confused, he plucked a piece of hair and handed it to Nigris. The hair slowly returned to a palm-sized scale.
Nigris nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, very good. You are a qualified clan leader. Let's go. Dragon Island still needs you to protect it."
"Yes, Lord Ancestor." Brusque felt a warm feeling of being encouraged by his ancestors. He turned around and walked a few steps. Suddenly he remembered something and turned around, only to see Nigris holding his little paw. The scales were grinning like they had stolen a chicken.
Feeling something was wrong in his heart, but couldn't remember what was wrong for the moment, Bruske could only talk about the reason why he turned around: "Master Ancestor, where did the diphtheria go? I want to bring it back to Dragon Island."
Nigris smiled calmly and said: "It's a beautiful thought. The sacred essence of two hundred thousand magic crystals, the life essence of hundreds of thousands of magic crystals, two days of continuous spell casting, and the scroll-level fine-level operations were reincarnated." Xiaolong, it’s fine if your family doesn’t pay, but you want to take the diphtheria away too?”
Because he didn't pay, he wanted to sell himself but was dragged away by his wife midway. Brusque, who knew he was in the wrong, didn't dare to say anything and flew away with the female dragon.
Halfway through the flight, Bruske's heart skipped a beat. He finally thought that something was wrong, his scales! Oh my God! The young dragon is cultivated through the flesh tissue inside the dragon egg, and then its consciousness is transferred.
If your scales fall into the hands of your ancestors, what if you can breed a young dragon? When the time comes, I won’t be able to wash myself off even if I jump into the frozen ocean.
Looking at the cheerful female dragon in front of him, Brusk hesitated for a few times, but finally did not say anything.
The female dragon only thought that the little golden dragon was hatched from a dragon egg. If she knew that the dragon egg had been smashed, the little golden dragon was re-cultivated with a piece of meat from the baby dragon's body. Who knows whether she would be able to accept it, but she would rather not cause any complications. .
And it was lucky. After all, Ange was cultivated from the meat extracted from dragon eggs, and scales should not be cultivated. Of course, if it knew where Nigris came from, it might not think so.
When she thought about how a bunch of golden dragons that looked exactly like her would appear on Dragon Island in the future, the female dragon might not even know who to rip first.
Hey, thinking about it this way, it seems acceptable.
With a worried heart, Brusk followed the female dragon and flew away.
Looking at the two figures disappearing at the end of the sky, Nigris sighed. Although he complained about Bruske all day long, "This can't be done and that can't be done," but in fact, with such a strong man of truth sitting in charge, Hope Oasis It's like adding a super defensive array. Even if someone wants to covet this place, they have to weigh it carefully.
Brusque's role is actually equivalent to a trump card, a trump card that can make Nigris confident. Even in the most dangerous moments, it has the ability to protect Ange's safety.
Now that Brusque has been taken away, this defensive formation has been removed. If we encounter any strong enemy, everyone can only hope for their own good.
So it cheated and pulled out one of Brusque's scales. At the critical moment, this thing could also be used as a trump card.
Throwing the scales to Ange, Nigris said: "Try to see if you can use it to transform into Brusk."
Ange tried it and shook his head: "No, I'm not familiar with it."
"Unfamiliar? What do you mean? You mean affinity, right?" Nigris thought for a moment before understanding what Ange meant, and asked, "Can the affinity be increased?"
Ange tilted his head: "Try."
With a gesture, Ange stuck the palm-sized scales into his ribs.
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After a night of tossing, the sky began to get dark. Rogge did not dare to march under the sun. There were more than 3,000 lichs, and more than a dozen of them would definitely be killed by the sun. Unless they had no choice, they would hide in the sun at night.
After moving a little distance, in another sand dune, the undead creatures began to arrange a shade place facing the rising sun. I saw them pulling out a piece of black cloth and felt, preferably thick and opaque. Spread it on the ground, press the four corners, and then spread it with thin sand.
Then dig a hole from one side and drill under the cloth, and look through the dug hole to look outside.
This is a ground tent shading method that is very suitable for undead creatures, because they are not afraid of heat or scalding. Even if the sand is hot to 70 or 80 degrees, it will not affect them, let alone ventilation and other issues.
Ange came back just because of these lichs in Dark Side City. They couldn't leave, so Ange was naturally not in a hurry to go back. He spent a few minutes using magic to build a sunken sandstone basement, and then directly A stall was set up there.
All lichs infected with undead germs come to the underground room in order to receive treatment.
The hygienic situation of the lich is not optimistic. After you die, you can no longer smell the smell, feel itching, pain, or stickiness, and your willingness to clean yourself will quickly decrease, especially if you do not maintain it well. After it is broken, he will break the jar and smash it even more, take things into packages and mend them one by one, out of sight but out of mind.
Most lichs have bandages and inlaid decorations on their bodies. After these are removed, the condition of the body is miserable.
When the sanitary conditions are not good, undead germs can spread like a fish in water. Almost every lich has germs to some extent, and some are more serious, causing skin and flesh to rot and bones to corrode. Some symptoms are mild, but hair loss may occur.
Every lich can feel the emotions of pessimism, despair, and depression, and they are obviously tortured by this virus to the point of not wanting to live.
Nigris was horrified: "This kind of bacteria is really vicious. If you can't get rid of it after infection, you can only watch yourself rotting. In the end, you may rot like a gold tooth and only one head will be left. It's terrible." .”
When Nigris said this, there was a lich sitting opposite with half of his face rotten. He forced a smile and responded: "Yes, yes, it's terrible. If it's all rotten, forget it. It's rotten." It’s so scary that I can’t even die until I only have one head left.”
"Haha, you don't have to be afraid. You were already dead when only your head was left, and your soul is not in your head." Nigris laughed.
The Lich thought for a moment and thought it made sense: "That's right. I'm a Lich, so I don't have to worry about this problem. Haha, thank you for reminding me."
"You have a good attitude, what should I call you?" Negris asked. When the two of them started talking, Ange had already begun treatment.
Lisa could actually treat them, but in Dark Side City, facing thousands of infected undead lichs, Lisa was smart enough not to take action.
People don't suffer from poverty, but they suffer from inequality. It doesn't matter if everyone can't be cured. But once there is a treatment method, and this treatment cannot be quickly spread to everyone, problems will arise.
If there was a fight due to treatment, Feilin was not sure that he could protect Lisa, so she simply handed over this task to Lord Ange, because only Ange can treat everyone non-stop in a short period of time. .
The Lich was attracted by Negris's words and did not pay attention to Ange's treatment for a while. He only heard him say: "Sir, my name is Konab, a handsome bard."
"Well, I know the bard, but why is he handsome?" Nigris asked in confusion.
"Ah? No way? This is my greatest trait. Just like your wisdom and wisdom, others can tell it at a glance." Konab said sincerely, and the expression on his face made it clear who he was. Are you flattering or telling the truth?
Nigris smiled so much that his face blossomed: "Hahaha, the young man is very discerning. He can see my wise and wise qualities at a glance. Not bad, not bad. Well, he can indeed be considered handsome."
Konab thought that Nigris was being polite to him, but immediately he found that his face was strange, and the shriveled and rotten areas were slowly bulging.
He raised his hand to touch it, but as soon as he raised his hand, Konab could not help but tremble: Is this his own hand? Is this rough but fresh thing, with skin and flesh, my own hands?
He crossed his hands and touched them, but couldn't help but press them on his waist. You couldn't tell with his clothes. In fact, half of his waist was rotted away and his spine was exposed. When he was alive, he was known as a werewolf's waist, but now it's almost even to his waist. None.
This press touched something solid, not something empty. His waist had grown back unknowingly, including other damaged and rotten parts of his body.
"I...this...but..." Konab was so excited that he couldn't speak incoherently. In just a few words, he, a lich who was half rotten and could almost be buried, actually recovered. The handsome and handsome appearance in life, was this a miracle? Is this a miracle?
Looking at Ange excitedly, he wanted to say something, but he choked several times and couldn't.
Angeti slipped him by the collar, threw him out, and said to the outside: "Next one."
There was an uproar outside, and the lich who vaguely recognized Konab screamed. Rogge asked them to come over to treat the germs, but he never said he could restore them to their former appearance.
Ange doesn't care what everyone's mood is. He is just purifying the germs. Restoring vitality is a side effect of the facial cleansing technique and has nothing to do with him.
When Lisa and others arrived, they saw such a chaotic scene. The untreated lichs were huddled in front of the basement under the bright sun, waiting eagerly.
From time to time, someone would occupy the team and start a fight. Then Rogge would rush over, beat up everyone who was fighting, and then rush to the end of the team.
On the other side, the cured lichs gathered in a group and said something excitedly. Konab set up a wooden stake, stood on the top of the wooden stake, and sang the hymn he had just made up with great emotion:
"The great Lord Ange, he holds the light of pure face and heals wounds... He is eight feet tall, handsome and majestic, his body is like a pillar standing upright from the sky, and his eyes are like lightning that pierces the fog..."
Lisa's eyes flashed with surprise: "Bard? That's great, I want this person."
After saying that, he flew into the basement and said, "My lord, my lord, why are you hiding here? With such a good opportunity to show miracles, whenever the Light Church has any healing activities, they wish they could give half a month's notice in advance so that the whole village and town can People came to watch and absorb a wave of faith."
"Sir, if we don't occupy the high ground of faith, the enemy will occupy it. Don't always find it troublesome. You don't need to prepare. It's a miracle when you move. You don't even need to perform. You can write it into the epic as soon as you move it. .”
"Even if you don't care, it's better to have more soul flames, otherwise your quick-death aura won't be able to activate."
It must be said that Lisa has mastered the skill of persuading Ange. When it came to soul flames and halo, Ange finally stood up.
After leaving the basement and rearranging the venue, Ange built a high platform with sand, sat on the high platform, and undead creatures came up the stairs one after another. No matter from which angle, Ange's movements can be clearly seen.
Lisa also found Konab, and quietly revealed the holy light of the facial cleansing technique, and took out a bottle of rest liquid, letting Konab smell it, then took out a bag of gold coins, and smiled: " Are you interested in becoming a holy bard who spreads the glory and deeds of our Lord?"
From day to night, lichs were treated one after another, and the camp was filled with laughter, a laughter of relief and renewed hope that sounded from time to time.
Rogge was also relieved. These people in Dark Side City were a heavy burden for him and the main reason why he was depressed and wanted to sleep forever. Although some memories were erased by Anthony, if the burden was still there, one day he would still be there. I fell into that kind of depression and could never get out.
Now that it's better, the burden has been lifted, Ange has cured everyone's illnesses, Lisa is obviously happy to take over these people, and all his burdens can be lifted.
"Oh, by the way, I can't go back anyway, and I can't use the key to this sleeping place. Give it to the adults. Maybe you can use it." As he said this, Rogge took out the key from his soul. A ball of soul flame emerged.
"The Place of Sleep? What is that?" Negris asked, and Ange also tilted his head in confusion.
"Ah? The place of sleep, the place where immortal souls sleep and rest, is the place where the tombstones can't be seen at a glance. We black knights are the night watchmen of the place of sleep." Rogge said.
Rogge had given his oath of loyalty and could safely bring him into the Palace of Rest, so Ange stuffed him in, and then led him to the right side of the Palace of Rest.
There was a fence there, and a tattered iron door frame, but the door was missing, and everything behind the fence disappeared, leaving only nothingness.
"You mean, there used to be a large cemetery behind this fence? A place of rest?" Negris asked.
"Yes, where is the place of rest? Why is the palace of rest so much smaller?"
