"Kara."

The sound of breaking stones made Roddy stop suddenly.

He was frightened by the sound. Without saying a word, he turned around and looked at the seal as if facing a powerful enemy. In other teams, Roddy's neurotic performance might have aroused ridicule, but now everyone was right.

Rody had an almost obsessive trust, so they immediately drew their swords and prepared to fight without asking.

Melinsela was curious about the movements of this group of people, but she was more worried about the seal on the side. Thinking of some possibility, her face couldn't help but look grim, and she whispered to herself: "Could it be that the seal...can't hold up?"

Roddy did not answer her, but immediately began to verify: he once again opened the "Demon Hunting Vision" that lasted for one minute.

Colorful elemental lines appeared in his field of vision again, but this time Roddy discovered that there were many light red "silk threads" suddenly appearing in the air. After turning his head and looking around, he found that these blood-red threads actually came from the snow.

Monster corpses floated up, and all of them converged towards one location...

He ran a few steps towards the stone pile where Bellantulu was sealed, and then discovered a dazzling red light shining deep underground.

"Is this...a sacrifice?"

Roddy immediately realized that this seemed to be some kind of evil ritual, because he clearly saw the words "Balantulu" and the slowly rising blood bar. And when he relayed to Melinsela what he saw

After everything that happened, the Shadow Dragon couldn't help himself

He clenched his hands tightly and gritted his teeth: "This may be a blood sacrifice! Its power was suppressed after awakening once, but its consciousness did not fall asleep... I should have realized that with so many corpses, as a 'demigod'

'I will never let it go..."

Her voice was trembling, because if everything was correct, Bellantulu might soon be able to resurrect with the help of the corpses of these snow monsters!

"Demigods" are not those half-hearted necromancers on the mainland. As long as they have the slightest opportunity, they will try their best to regain their freedom and rebuild their bodies...

The moment they thought of this possibility, Roddy and Melinsela raised their gazes almost at the same time, looked at each other and then looked at the relief on the wall.

The magic circle similar to the "Tomb of Eternal Night" appears here, and the reason is already clear!

At this moment, she didn't care about the manners that a dragon should have, and said nervously: "Rody, quickly find the central point of action of this magic circle. Its outer ring should have seven spiral radiating patterns... The spell can only be activated at key positions.

Only then can it be opened!”

"I was looking for...found it!"

Rody immediately stared at the relief and successfully found the "center" of the magic circle that fit Melinsela's description: "It's right in the center of the magic tower! It's a round hole——"

But midway through his words, he was interrupted by a sudden earthquake.

The white palace shook violently amidst the crackling sounds. Akasha, who was in poor physical condition, sat on the ground all of a sudden - and in the center of the palace, the originally flat floor suddenly bulged upwards, with countless cracks extending.

At the same time, everyone heard the "thump thump thump" heartbeat under the ground...

"The blood sacrifice can no longer be stopped..."

Melinsela's face instantly turned pale, but Rody, who had already memorized the activation spell, pulled up Akasha and shouted loudly amidst the roar of the rocks breaking and falling: "No time! I'm going to activate it now."

Magic circle, go and lead it over!"

This is actually the only choice at the moment. Even if Rody doesn't say anything, Melinsela plans to do this - because only Rody can activate the magic circle, and she is the only one who can compete with Bellantulu.

But after confirming this simple battle plan in two sentences, she reached out and pressed the wound on her abdomen that had not healed, feeling inexplicably sad.

As a high-level species, dragons always have an indescribable premonition of "destiny", and the world around them seems to be collapsing. Melinsela always feels that this may be her last battle.

The call of the Dragon God is approaching, and it seems that he, who is filled with hatred, is about to reach the end of his life...

But such thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Rody——

"Report the number of life potions!"

"The first team is gone!"

"I still have two bottles of intermediate treatment here!"

"Then take them all, Akasha, and get all the magical blessings!"

"Thodelor, shield!"

The team, which had fought side by side countless times, already had a tacit understanding, and even before a series of orders were finished, every arrangement was already in place.

Two bottles of medicine were thrown over by Rody, and Melinsela instinctively reached out to take them. Then she felt a golden light covering her whole body, and the feeling of accelerated healing of wounds made her stunned for a moment.

And when Roddy came over with a pile of equipment, the Shadow Dragon who wanted to say something felt a little choked in her throat - after fighting alone for several years, she had almost forgotten the feeling of someone fully assisting her.

However, the dragons also have their own pride. In their eyes, things like armor and weapons have always been for the weak. What they trust most is their own claws and scales. So when Rody handed over the shield and battle ax in her hand, her expression changed.

The stiff one wants to refuse.

"Dragon clan...never use weapons..."

But Rody didn't have any respect for the dragon customs. He raised his hand and put the shield made from the skull of the frost dragon Wissam on her arm. At the same time, he put the shield from the "King of Thousand Axes" on her arm.

Long's battle ax was handed over——

"How long has it been to save face and put your life at risk... try your best to hold on for five minutes, and I will make all preparations in the Magic Tower!"

Roddy's posture was completely unlike facing a giant dragon. He let go of the handle of the axe, turned around and made a tactical gesture: "Retreat! Those who are familiar with the route will lead the way! Akasha will follow me, and Soderol will cut off the rear!"

"yes!"

"clear!"

After a response, the team of thirteen people staggered towards the palace in the second wave of earthquakes and quickly disappeared from Melinsela's sight...

When Roddy left the door, he looked back. His eyes flashing with the "Dragon Slayer Mark" met the Shadow Dragon's eyes again. He raised his hand and made a "good luck" gesture - Ke Mai

Linsela didn't respond, she just stood there holding her shield and battle ax with a calm expression.

"The Dragon Clan is really calm..."

With a sigh, Rody followed the team and accelerated their retreat towards the Magic Tower.

But he didn't know that at the moment when he looked away, Melinsela bit her lip gently and hesitated to speak...

The Shadow Dragon Clan has always been known for being aloof and arrogant. Even among the generally arrogant Dragon Clan, they are still the ones who value status and identity the most. To put it bluntly, they are just like the bloodline of the "Founding Nobles" of the human world. Even if they decline in the future, they will still be there.

There is an unattainable superiority in her bones. Melinsela has been favored since she was a child, and she has been influenced by the atmosphere of her clan, so she has always disdained "humans", "high elves" or other races.

"They are just insignificant reptiles. In the long river of time, they are inconspicuous."

This is what Melinsela's father taught her - from the perspective of the dragon clan, this is actually true: in the eyes of giant dragons with lifespans of thousands or even tens of thousands of years, humans are like mayflies that live and die.

It is generally not worth mentioning. Therefore, when communicating with other races, although the Shadow Dragon Clan is polite on the surface, the contempt in their hearts will always exist.

If it weren’t for the drastic change in circumstances, I’m afraid Melinsela would have stayed like this for the rest of her life...

But now?

Looking at the shrinking corpses around her, the gradually cracking ground, and the expanding aura facing her, she sighed lightly and tightened her grip on the battle ax in her hand.

"Are other races...really inconspicuous?"

After witnessing Solomon's astonishing handwriting, and experiencing Roddy and others' tenacity despite the stormy waves, her persistence in her identity as a dragon...had become much calmer without even realizing it.

However, this emotion did not last for a few seconds. The vibrations on the ground made her eyes gradually become serious - Bellantulu's seal seemed to have infinite suction and was accelerating to absorb the energy escaping all around. Originally, only Rody could observe it.

The red thread has turned into a blood stream visible to the naked eye...

“Thump, thump—”

As her heart beat faster, Melinsela watched helplessly as a spherical blood-red cocoon gradually emerged from the ground. It felt as fast as bamboo shoots sprouting, but anyone could see clearly that the guy in the blood cocoon was definitely not a good person.

Stubble!

Melinsela naturally would not watch it grow. She took a deep breath, lowered her head and complained about the material of the dragon bone shield, then raised her battle ax and struck the blood cocoon in front of her with all her strength...

****

"You mean, there are many snow monster corpses used for experiments in the magic tower, and there are only traces of use by one person?"

"Yes, and there is a magic circle on the top of the tower that can control and monitor the entire city. It looks like...a battlefield sandbox."

Roddy and Akasha were having a brief conversation while running. The magic tower in front of him was getting closer and closer, but Roddy also felt uneasy in his heart - he had already learned the long spell in his mind by repeating it countless times.

He took note of it, but he actually had no idea whether this formation really worked as Melinsela said.

For something like a magic circle, the slightest deviation may lead to a huge difference. How to start it and what to pay attention to after starting it are even more different. In this regard, your own "player experience" is of no use at all. After all, there is no one in the game.

Meditate every day to study the mysteries of magic, because everyone knows that it is fiction...

But Rody's perspective on thinking about the problem was different from others.

In the dungeon in this area, he had penetrated the "Outer City Wall" countless times, and he had just walked through the "King's Tomb". The only thing unclear was the "Magic Tower Area" where he had not even entered the tower before. So he tried his best to get there as soon as possible.

I learned a lot of information from Akasha and immediately connected these seemingly messy clues gradually...

Solomon tested a large number of snow monsters here, and the purpose was obviously not to resell organs. If Rody didn't know it before, then combined with the clues such as Taal Lake and the "oversized armor" found in the outer city wall area, he would be stupid no matter how stupid he was.

You can also think clearly about the opponent's purpose - Solomon wants to create an army of snow monsters!

Those armors, baggage and even the city walls were completely tailor-made for this snow monster army.

A complete and reasonable story line emerged in Rody's mind: Solomon was expelled from the High Elf Arcane Society and engaged in biological research here with hatred in order to create an unstoppable army of snow monsters.

Revenge... However, his research inadvertently provoked the powerful Bellantulu, and he was sealed after a fierce battle.
Chapter completed!