Black Dragon Code

The breeze blows through the soft long hair, gentle and fragrant. Like the caress of her mother, she listens to the singing of the birds and feels the pulse of the river. The magical blade is used as a boat, carrying her floating in the wind and sailing to the sky The curtain light gradually appeared.

Luna feels that the world is so sweet. Just like the afternoon sun, the happiness comes from her heart. As time goes on, the day is approaching her adulthood.

Before long, her parents were already urging her to go home. In a few days, she would return to her hometown to complete her adult ceremony, but what really made Luna happy was that she had just told Caesar about it. , Dasha Long promised to go home with her.

Happy.

"Can't mess up again this time."

While jumping for joy, Luna could not help telling Caesar that the last time the Black Dragon went to the Elven Forest was very unpleasant. Many Elven Forest people left a knot for this, including Luna herself. care.

Caesar was also very clear about this, knowing how to take care of the feelings of the little guy, nodding.

These are the last words. Now, let's start with an elegy card.

Luna slid out of the garden in front of the king's court, and then used the deformed necklace to cast a spell on herself, turning into a young man with the characteristics of the Northland. She glanced at the indifferent flying dragon guard and began to go out.

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People are coming and going on the street. The Black Wing King City is the political, economic, and cultural center of the empire. Of course, it is also the most prosperous city in the North. Now, in addition to the 50,000 permanent residents, there are also an unknown number of Black Wing troops. More than 30,000 migrants move in and out of cities.

The walls of King Blackwing have been demolished long ago and are now undergoing continuous expansion.

"Remember this person."

Aobo and Luna incarnate the young man passing by, glanced down at the faintly radiating emblem in his hands, and winked at the people nearby: "This is our goal."

Aobo did not choose to start immediately. In order to determine the target, his companions were spreading on the streets and lanes. There was a possibility of failure. After witnessing the other party entering the Elegy Tavern, Aobo began to convene manpower. After the discussion, he planned to assassinate the target on his return journey. Foolproof.

The people who had infiltrated the Black Wing King City and had taken root here soon gathered together.

"you you you."

In the dark corner, Aobo ordered three weaker companions: "You enter the Elegy Tavern and then come out with the target. The task is to block the back road and don't give each other a chance to escape."

"You're responsible for tracking, monitoring the black shirts and other strange trends and giving feedback at all times. It's important that we pick the right time to do it."

"Casa, wait for you to assist me and use the emblem to release the magical objects that may exist on the other side. In addition, if the other party escapes, remember to intercept it."

"Renault, once we start, you will be responsible for creating more chaos in order to get a chance to get away, but if we can leave alive afterwards, we can only hope in the blessing of the gods."

Aobo arranged everything that followed, but he didn't notice that, just before his whispering conversation, the originally crowded crowd at the end of the street gradually became sparse, and the deep mist poured from the unknown, covering the earth and covering them. Surrounded by masses.

Darkness surrounded the dragon's head emerged, floating on the roof of the house coldly overlooking the crowd, the wind chimes trembled secretly, people can only see long and sharp kisses, and the slightly opened upper and lower jaws exposed dense and fine teeth, which can be swallowed lively Several adults.

Two small-sized horns meandered from the top of their heads, and their dark blue eyes flickered like ghost fires. It had no scales on its body, nor did it have the powerful and stout body as people knew about dragons.

Corpse Dragon, Jug Angramo Targaryen.

The name is the most terrifying and cruel nightmare in the Blackwing Empire. The Northlanders would rather be caught in a black shirt and dungeon and tortured by the war lizards rather than meet it-even if it is just a glance.

The fog did not stop tumbling, and it required concentration to discover that it was the black smoke swirling around the corpse dragon. It was rich in clouds and the scene was so quiet that you could hear a low and rhythmic hum from the body of the corpse dragon. The sound of the inner soul fire surging, its sound is very faint, but it continues.

"I didn't expect anyone to think of Queen Luna."

The Long language was issued in a deep tone, and no one at the scene could understand: "It is a threat and must be cleared."

The voice of the corpse dragon became a reminder. The crowd burst into a fry pan. Some screamed and ran away. Some stood still and didn't dare to move. Some picked up their weapons and prepared to launch an attack.

The original creator of the plan, Obo, was the last one. He took out the magic sword that he had recently acquired, poured fear and hope into a roar, and rushed to Angramo.

The corpse dragon gave a low laugh, which seemed to be interesting for the ignorance and arrogance of these people. She took a step forward, and found five skeleton giant claws from the darkness, patted on the ground, and suddenly a gust of wind blew down. Everyone, only Aobo can barely stand still.

The soldier's charge was forced to be interrupted. One sideways, only to find that the whole body was sweating. He shouted his throat and prepared to continue to rush forward, but found that the boundless black mist had surged up, and the corpse dragon was hiding in the darkness, without knowing it. trace.

"My God bless." Someone sent a painful misery.

"The gods may really bless you, and all I have to do is send you to see your god."

The distant shadow suddenly swelled, accompanied by the screams and wailings of the fugitives. Aobo was standing at a loss with a long sword, but at least he was more awake. Several people crouched at the roots of the wall, shaking their arms and shaking their heads, and had lost their faith.

Soon the dragon emerged from the shadows above them, each holding a human in its claws, still desperately trying to pry the claws. In front of Aobo, the dragon put the human in his mouth and clicked, breaking his head like biting celery, and then threw the headless body on the street.

The corpse dragon turned his head and stared at the people who had escaped far away with his sunken eye sockets.

Soul siphon.

Soon, the surging magic drained away the deserter ’s strength. Although there were no scars left in the body, the lungs were weak and the heart was beating. All the muscles were like slack springs, and the smoke was gone. All of them were silent. Fall down.

"what!"

Aobo yelled again, did not charge a few steps, and the dragon tail swept from nowhere, the soldier fell on the spot to eat shit, and the blood in the headless corpse sprayed him, then the corpse dragon disappeared again, and the screaming in the distance reappeared. Two more bodies were dropped.

The roar, which was much quieter, sounded again, and then was beaten without suspense.

Even the others who shivered understood that Bone Dragon was enjoying the fun of hunting and torture, watching Obo's blood and courage disappear in the non-lethal attack by Bone Dragon again and again, and the roar gradually turned into an exclamation .

For the last time, Obo sat in the corpse and lost all his strength and could no longer stand up. Angramo's insane laughter echoed in the fog of the streets and alleys, and she shattered the courage and dignity of a brave man.

The corpse dragon took a deep breath and slowly spit out a thick black mist.

The fog permeated the entire street, covering Obo and the only human beings. When the black fog passed, neither the rocks nor the entities were damaged, but the living people in the corner fell to the ground.

"Boring," Angramo thought, it was an unsuspecting battle, and she was about to end it.

"Well……"

The grieving laughter ended in an unexpected tone ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The corpse dragon saw a group of lights in the dark corner, from Aobo who could not stand yet but was not dead, the soldier clenched the shining **** emblem It is this light that absorbs the soul.

Angelo stared at the emblem and thought about it.

"This is not your spontaneous move."

The corpse dragon's soul surged, staring at the only living people, saying in a common language they could understand: "Tell me behind the scenes."

The light of the god's emblem brought strength to the plotters, letting them renew their hope. Maybe this thing could block the bone dragon. Maybe, but the hope was soon destroyed. When Angramo hooked his claws, the emblem came out. Flew over.

"Well, constant detection of aura, protection, and a spell-breaking spell."

The sacred emblem wailed between the claws of the bone dragon, and then broke: "It seems that your master does not value you, and I thought there would be a **** blessing."

Aobo shivered, and their lives were about to end. Although the bone dragons did not eat the flesh, they devoured the soul.