Chapter 241 Undead Dragon

"He won't die anyway." Hearing Morea's muttering, Barbossa turned his head and glanced at him, and replied in a nonchalant manner, "If it's a big deal, let him resurrect again."

"Moreover, I have no responsibility to help him bear the trouble he caused himself."

"Don't worry, our goal is to capture Bertrand, not to interfere with the actions of your Necronomicon. After Bertrayn is captured, we will all leave." After listening to Barbossa's words, a crystal cologne was very clear. give an answer.

Many metal ancient dragons were silent and didn't say much. Although they were not used to the cruel behavior of the Necromantic Council to supplement the cannon fodder by slaughtering a country, they were also unwilling to fight these Necronomicon Councils for the sake of a group of humans.

After all, the Necronomicon Council has existed for nearly 100,000 years. With the fact that the undead lich in their council cannot be completely killed, God knows how deep they have accumulated over such a long period of time.

In fact, if Bertrand had not gone too far, the dragons wouldn't have chased him so desperately.

"Yeah." Barbossa very readily informed the ancient dragons of Bertrand's location, and then said something that stunned Morea:

"When you arrest that fellow Bertrand, he will definitely send us a signal for help. According to the regulations of the parliament, after receiving the signal for help from members of the parliament, you must go to the rescue.

But don't worry, although we will all pass, but we will not do our best, you can just send a few ancient dragons out to fight with us and help us deal with the regulations of the council. "

"This is just your idea, how can you guarantee that other undead have the same idea as you?" A Topaz Gulong questioned.

"I will convince them with my prestige." Barbossa saw the obvious distrust of those ancient dragons, and added, "The last time you hunted down Barbossa, many members of our council helped to stop them. Yes, but, after Bertrand's resurrection, refused to pay us what we shot.

So, this time, if you hunt him down, no member of Congress will help him. Hmph, if you don't give him any benefits, he won't help him block the sword even if he has a brain attack. "

"So it is!" Hearing such an inside story, the ancient dragons looked at each other, almost relieved, but they did not completely relax their vigilance. What if the Necromantic Council played tricks?

"Bertrand is stupid enough! Seeking his own death." The green dragon Fiona, who had always followed Morea, heard Barbossa's words and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "This kind of person has actually become a legendary lich. !"

"Can't say that,

Substitute into Bertrand's position back then, and you can understand his seemingly short-sighted approach! Hearing Fiona's words, Kaslana smiled. "Back then, Bertrand angered the Dragon God and the three Dragon Kings, so he dispatched an ancient dragon, beyond his imagination, and basically turned the Necronomicon Council against him." All his reinforcements were blocked.

From Bertrand's point of view, when a group of ancient dragons were chasing him, no member of the Council of Necrons appeared to help him. After he was resurrected, there were a group of legendary lich and undead who, on the grounds of reinforcements, sought help. He wants a reward, do you think he will give it? "

"Go, go and arrest Bertrand, the most wicked person. You guys, come here too!" An ancient silver dragon, which had shrunk in size, slashed the space with its claws, and then greeted Morea and other four dragons.

...

In the sky above a city that is already full of undead, a ghost dragon surrounded by pure and dead aura, surrounded by ghosts, opened its upper and lower jaws without the slightest flesh and blood, "Ang!" Voice.

On the back of this ghost dragon with many negative atmospheres such as tyranny, madness, death, despair, disaster, etc., a lich wearing a noble black high-cap, wearing a pure black dress, holding a cane Stand proudly.

This big skeleton with the same crystal and bright bones looks down on the tragic situation like hell on earth. Whenever I see the remaining human beings in this kind of city being found by the undead, brutally murdered, and then stand up and become one of them.

In his head, the fire of the soul could not help trembling slightly, which was a manifestation of excitement: "Only death is eternal!"

"Why do I feel wrong?" Bertrand, who was gnawed into a pile of bone scum in the screams, mused once again after watching a businessman hiding in the basement with his family and guards being found by wandering ghouls.

This time, he didn't feel the slightest joy because of such a "beautiful view" below. The surging Peng Bai's spiritual power poured out from the fire of his soul, covering this city belonging to a marquis of the Kingdom of Bavaria. A corner of space, trying to find the source of his unease.

"What is it? It makes me so uneasy?" After the investigation was fruitless, Bertrand turned his hand and took out a crystal ball and began to fortune his own destiny. You can learn a lot of knowledge, "There are more than a dozen members of parliament around me, and the adult's eyes are also paying attention here."

"Bang!" Bertrand, who had just started divination for his fortune, exploded into a pile of powder in an instant after the crystal ball in his hand flashed a picture.

"Dragon scales!" Bertrand stared at the crystal powder remaining on the bone palm, recalling the picture he had just seen, which were neatly arranged, and there were faintly mysterious natural patterns on them that flickered on the scales, "It's the scales of the golden dragon. , are those dragons here again?"

"Boom!" A dead energy that was so strong that it almost materialized poured out from his body, and around the ghost dragon under his feet, three ghost dragons and more than twenty bone dragons uttered a long, silent groan— Without flesh, they can no longer make the roar of a true dragon.

"A lich betrayed me!" Bertrand waved his cane, and behind him was a phantom of a demi-plane where countless undead wandered around, and then part of it gradually solidified-he was hooking up with his demi-plane, summoning own undead army.

In a few breaths, the corner of Bertrand's half-plane merged with the space where he was now, a space door as high as 100 meters was formed, and the rotten undead gushed out...

From other perspectives, a towering gate of white bones appeared behind Bertrayn, and then a mighty army of undead poured out from it.

Every undead releases an aura that makes ordinary people tremble. Because the space of the demi-plane is limited, the undead that Bertrand took into the demi-plane was carefully selected by him, and each one has continued. Advanced potential.

Above this white bone gate, one after another bone dragons and ghost dragons fluttered out...