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Chapter 53: The Day of Prophecy, the Revenge of Slave King Altai

The leader of the settlement held a face full of scars and said with a ferocious smile: "Prophecy? I never believe in prophecies! Do you see this? Fists! If you have fists and power, I can have the final say!"

The witch was stunned for a few seconds, but then she explained solemnly: "Chief, please believe my prophecy, the dance of prophecy will not lie."

The tribal leader changed his posture and said with a disdainful expression: "Okay, then tell me about your prophecy."

"Ok!"

In the mouth of the witch, the prophecy goes like this.

[On the day when the evil dragon comes, a human hero will appear and lead the human settlement to rise rapidly!
Under the leadership of this human hero, humans will eventually defeat all Warcraft and become the most powerful race in the world! ]

After listening to the sorcerer's prediction, the disdainful expression on the leader's face relaxed a little.

"Human hero, hahahaha! If there is anyone called a hero in this world, it must be me!"

The leader of the settlement shouted loudly, which attracted the support of all the younger brothers.

"Human heroes!"

"Human heroes!"

"Human heroes!"

Listening to the cheers of these barbaric guys, the wizard looked towards the location of the dungeon in a vague way.

Not everyone can be a human hero.

According to the prophecy, the human hero will be a fallen king, not a brutal and brutal leader of the community.

And now, there happens to be such a person in the entire settlement who meets the requirements of a human hero!

Follow the witch's line of sight to the settlement dungeon.

A sloppy man with disheveled hair and stains all over his body was holding a stone and carving some strange symbols on the corner of the wall.

You can vaguely hear some strange spells reciting from the man's mouth.

After tinkering for a while, the sloppy man's face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.

Immediately afterwards, his exaggerated laughter sounded in the dungeon.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie! Cough cough cough cough!"

Since he had not drank water for many days, the sloppy man's throat had long been dry and stuck together.

After an exaggerated laugh, he couldn't help but cough violently.

But the excitement and excitement in the sloppy man's eyes was not affected by his physical condition.

The sloppy man took a deep breath and managed to steady his weak body.

Then, the sloppy man put his left index finger into his mouth and took a hard bite.

The pain spurred him to regain some of his concentration.

Then, he used his own blood to draw a strange pattern on the wall.

If there were any dragon-like creatures here, they would definitely recognize that what the sloppy man drew was the magic of summoning dragons.

As long as the distance is not too far, dragons can receive this kind of summoning magic that uses their own blood as a sacrifice.

But rather than calling, it would be more accurate to say that it was a prayer.

After all, this magic can only allow the caster to contact the dragon at most, but whether the dragon comes or not is up to fate.

Furthermore, even if a dragon comes who is interested in this, what will greet the caster may not necessarily be relief, but more likely to be destruction!

As the sloppy man finished painting the summoning pattern with blood, he piously lowered his head as a fallen king: "Under the crown of the great dragon, I am Altai, the last monarch of the Kingdom of El Cid, and my devout I seek refuge from you and pray that you will destroy everything here. For this, I am willing to give everything I have!"

In this way, Altai began to pray day and night.

Fortunately, this place is a death row, with dead bones and rotting corpses everywhere, and the smell is so bad that no one wants to come in.

This provides Altai with plenty of time for prayer.

Finally, one morning, Altai's prayers were answered.

"Who...is calling me?"

In an instant, a domineering and burly black dragon appeared in Altai's eyes.

The owner of this figure is none other than Luo Heng!
... In the past few days after arriving at the subspace ruins, Luo Heng happily hunted everywhere.

But after three or two days, he found that there were too few prey like Behemoth.

But he was right when he thought about it carefully. A creature of the level of Behemoth has already reached the level of a sub-year dragon.

If there are a lot of creatures of this level, then those sub-adult dragons who enter the subspace ruins to participate in the trial may not be able to get out alive.

And at this moment, he sensed some kind of strange summoning power.

Out of curiosity, he immediately responded to this summoning power.

Soon, through summoning magic, he got all the information on the other side.

A down-and-out king begged him for protection, even willing to sacrifice his own life.

"I didn't expect that there are actually human beings in the world of subspace ruins. It's fun."

Luo Heng immediately flew quickly according to the perceived direction.

About half an hour later, Luo Heng arrived over a mountain range more than 100 kilometers away.

"Oh, it's still a large human settlement."

Luo Heng looked down at the humans below with curiosity.

The moment he arrived, he locked onto the location of the human who summoned him.

The man should be in a dungeon, and his breath was weak. It looked like he wouldn't live long.

At this moment, Luo Heng was thinking about his next action.

Did he directly destroy this human settlement with one breath of the black dragon?
Or should we tease them first and then destroy them?
After some choices, Luo Heng finally chose the second approach.

"Become human!"

Luo Heng had a thought and immediately transformed back into a familiar human body, and his appearance was much the same as before time travel.

Then, Luo Heng relied on his invisibility to sneak into the dungeon, and met the fallen King Altai who summoned him.

Although he has been trapped in a dungeon all year round and is slovenly, his temperament cannot be concealed.

Furthermore, there is a small amount of magic reaction in Altai's body, proving that he is actually a rare human magician.

It's just that he is relatively weak now, so he simply cannot exert his due strength.

At this moment, Altai was still praying.

"Under the mighty dragon crown, I am Altai, the last monarch of the Kingdom of El Cid. I sincerely seek refuge from you and pray to you..."

"Hey, stop chanting. You're making my head hurt."

Luo Heng released his invisibility and patted Altai on the shoulder.

"what!"

Altai was suddenly startled when he was suddenly patted from behind.

After all, there was no living creature except him in the entire dungeon.

But he quickly reacted, and the fear in his eyes was replaced by excitement.

"I, Altai, the last monarch of the Kingdom of El Cid, am honored to meet the great Dragon Messenger!"

Seeing Altai's reaction, Luo Heng knew that this guy had guessed his origin.

"He is a smart man, just listen to his experience."

Luo Heng snapped his fingers, and several humanoid ghost soldiers emerged from the shadows.

These ghost soldiers also thoughtfully brought tables and chairs, and then served Luo Heng and Altai to sit down.

After experiencing the feeling of being served for a long time, Altai couldn't help but burst into tears.

Thank you for the forbidden magic passed down from your ancestors - dragon summoning magic!
He, Altai, will pass on this magic forever!
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