The Rise of the Cemetery

Cook also tried to capture some bone dragons as his own mounts, but the too weak body was hit by the volley before he was close to the old opponent. So getting a flying mount with strong protection has always been Cook's permanent heart disease.

Cook hid in the dark and stared at the huge ghost dragon circling and flying in the sky, silently observing its flying style and movement habits. If you want to capture this flying undead dragon, you only have one shot. Once the raid failed, then for an undead dragon frightened and fleeing, Cook couldn't catch up with any more legs.

After another three quarters, the Zombie Lord Mok finally prepared all the items it needed and delivered it to him.

A moment later, the zombie lord who had been a tortoise for a few days suddenly appeared on the highest peak of Red Ridge Mountain, and gave a roar to the ghost dragon hovering under the thick lead cloud. In addition to calling jump, the zombie lord also hammered his thick and tough chest crazy, making various provocative **** gestures in his hands.

"Want to lie to me?"

Moros is not a stupid mind, only knows the zombies who have passed the day. Since he became a ghost dragon flying in the sky, his vision has suddenly widened. Just a moment ago, I received the warning message from Skeleton King from Stratholme, and the next moment such a strange thing happened, Moros sniffed out a strong taste of conspiracy.

It is worthy of being an undead creature with a simple mind, even when it is arranged in a dangerous situation.

Slapping the huge wings of death, Moros looked bored at the clown-style hard performance below and couldn't help but yawned greatly, two thick gray-black smoke plumes squirted from his nose.

A loud dragon yin suddenly rang through the sky, and Moros drew his neck and yelled, his wings squeezed, and with a group of bone dragons, he began to dive down at high speed.

A behemoth with a head and tail up to 30 meters long hangs down from the sky. Even if it does not have any attack effect, it can crush most small and medium-sized creatures by its terrifying impact.

The figure was falling sharply, and the cold wind traversed between the bones, bringing out the crying cry of ghosts and crying. A skeleton-like undead dragon resembles a barbarian cow galloping in the sky, swooping in with unreasonable violent momentum, a posture to crush the zombie lord alive.

Rely on ... won't you really rush down? !

Mok, who was still struggling to perform, instantly became a bunker. He looked directly at the behemoths that were swooping down with a shrill scream like bombers, and he turned directly and ran away.

It ’s a fool who does n’t run! Such a big chunk, so fast speed, just a guy hitting him on the body is the result of a direct spike, which makes him calmly deal with the enemy.

It is a pity that with the short legs of the zombie family, it is harder to run on the ground than to fly in the sky.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

Two hundred meters ...

One hundred meters ...

Fifty meters ...

At a height of only 50 meters above the ground, Moros opened the huge smoky wings of death. It has clearly charged to the extreme speed that can't be turned, but with the opening of the bone wings, Moros's huge figure suddenly turned, and the body was close to the ground and began to pull up quickly.

Together, the ghostly dragon's black smoky body scraped a shallow gully on the ground, and the spindle-shaped bone dragon tail hit the ground, directly hitting a cobweb-like deep pit. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ghost dragon's long-brewed breath breathed directly at the zombie lord who was fleeing desperately.

To be honest, it was this simple dive dive, and it was also the hard result of the ghost dragon Moros who had worked hard for many months.

From a zombie body to a high-level cemetery creature dragon on the top of the cemetery, it is not only the body and mindset that needs to be transformed, but also the instinct imprinted deep in the soul. From walking upright on the ground with both feet to soaring the wings of death, it takes much effort to reverse the nature of the soul. I am afraid only Moros himself knows.

From the "Dragon Baby" that can be dropped at any time, to the skillful attack with the dragon's unique swooping punch, it has fully demonstrated the results and hard work of Moros during this time.

After him, five black glowing cursing auras followed the shadows breathing and chasing the back of the zombie lord.

It can also be seen from here that in the plane world, excellent innate creature templates have a huge impact on magical creatures.

Zombie lord Mok is not too inferior to the ghost dragon Moros in terms of rank alone. If we only use superficial data to tell things, it seems that there are still a dozen. But if we consider the innate templates of large and small creatures, then the gap between the two may be magnified several times, dozens of times.

As it is now, the ghost dragon Moros hit a random hit, which is enough to instantly hit the zombie lord.

Just as several attacks followed one after another to Mok, the muffled noise came out, and a rough bluestone like a grinding disc was held behind Mok with splashing mud. The breath of shadows and many cursed auras instantly submerged the bluestone, and the power of the shadows splashed away made the surrounding air erosion.

When the bluestone pierced through the power of the shadow, the original huge piece had been reduced by half, and it rolled over the ground and flew away for a long distance, before it came to an abrupt end, and the earth dragon surging more than one meter high along the way.

Suddenly, the accident changed, and a group of undead dragons hurriedly took photos with their wings, so they wanted to return to the free sky. It's a pity not to wait for them to pull up the heavy body, the sharp sound of "Bao Bah Biao" sharply broke through the air, and the harsh sound of the sonic boom spurred Moros's mind.

The five black lights in mid-air are like arrows from the string, and they have shot before the body of the ghost dragon with a thunderbolt. Judging by his castration, if Moros lifted his body, he just sent himself in front of these attacks.

Moros's unreasonable heart was cold, and he could not consider the following things again. The wings of death were gathered, and the huge black body curled up into a ball, and the figure plummeted towards the ground, which was able to avoid a few breaks. Attack from the air.

Five black iron spears swept past the ghost dragon's side with a whine, obviously hitting higher. But the ghost dragon Moros was also forced to the ground by the opponent.

His body was still rolling on the ground. Moros already knew that something was wrong. His figure turned, and the long tail of the spindle-shaped bone more than 5 meters swept hard around him. And it was a big mouthful, and a quick breath out towards the place where the spear flew out just now.

Due to the lack of preparation, the breath was too hasty and far less powerful than the last time. However, the shadow of the 18th-level ghost dragon breathes, presumably can temporarily block the enemy's offensive.

It's a pity that the idea hasn't been turned in his head yet, a fist suddenly broke through the block of shadow breath breathing and hit the front of Moros' huge nose fiercely.

Fist to dragon fly!

The terrifying impact force lifted the huge skull of the ghost dragon high, and the whole body could no longer control the balance, and it flew out all the way. Due to the sudden incident, Moros had no psychological preparation at all, and fell into a dizzy head, and could not distinguish between east and west.

When he finally stabilized his body, he saw the opponent who was rushing towards himself-the bone skeleton.

Of course, this can never be a low-level bone skeleton. Combined with the internal communication just received, Moros almost instantly understood who was the culprit who had attacked himself, the legendary skeleton cook of the bone king.

Time is running short and he cannot be allowed to think more.

Almost in the kung fu, the cook had already approached him again.

"Oh," Moros suddenly issued a shriek-like howl like a wounded puppy, one turned over, his bones clashed, and a short sprint down his head hit Cook's fist again.

The two violent forces suddenly slammed together, and the air was suddenly emptied in the field, and the wind was surging. With the impact point as the center, a ring-shaped shock wave engulfed countless dust and gravel and flew out in a row.

This time the fight was obviously better than the last one, at least Moros adjusted the impact direction and angle in time, and was not beaten out like the last time. But even so, his terrifying skull tip thorns were beaten with bone debris, bending and breaking.

Suddenly there was a whizzing sound in the confusing eyes, and the white-boned king Cook withdrew his fists in amazement, and looked at the strange and undead dragon of the tyrannical bully in front of him. Just now, he breathed hard against the opponent's side in the shadow, and Cook was not without any loss.

At this moment in its bright and slender crystal bone hand, there are several clusters of shadow flames burning stubbornly. However, as the power of death in Cook's body vomited lightly, these shadow flames with erosion and corruption effects were immediately destroyed.

Okay, really good.

The better it looks, the more urgent Cook is to conquer this undead dragon.

To have strength and strength, but also have a powerful shadow breathing ability. Judging from the power attributes I just experienced, this kind of shadow breathing also has the characteristics of eroding vitality. If I am not the body of the undead, I am afraid that I will really suffer a lot of loss if I am not able to prevent it. In addition, judging from the battle process just now, the other party's autonomous spirit is obviously not low.

Such an undead dragon is right for you!

Thinking of this, Cook's eyes once again looked at the ghost dragon with an unshakable eagerness and hotness, like a hungry wolf seeing a peerless baby. Of course, this longing to stab the soul also stimulates the ghost dragon Moros, which is very hot, and the whole dragon looks bad!

Almost without outsiders urging, a skeleton and a dragon just stared at each other for a while, and they were fighting together again.

To be honest, Moros has not been so arrogant with a legendary warrior-type bone-boned king.

It is a pity that I know myself.

In such a close-knit situation, he could not safely return to the sky.