"You mean...monster?"

Blake, whose face was hidden under the cloak, seemed to be turning his neck, extremely sensitive to this word, and made a strange and special sound.

Not only that, Blake's body seemed to be wrapped with something, and his cloak was constantly being touched.

A faint red light shined through the black veil of the cloak. Blake looked at Salad and said, "You will repeat the detailed process."

"Yes, Lord Black."

Salad remained kneeling on one knee, and his long tail covered with scales fell flat on the ground. The cold air came out from the gaps in his scales that were slightly cracked, like opening and closing for breathing.

Salad raised his head slightly, pointed the front of the armor at the front of Blake's cloak, and explained in a dull and emotionless voice, "I don't know the reason why the monster appeared, our people

It takes no more than three breaths to be assimilated. After that, their whole body will turn into a strange green color, their size will grow simultaneously, they will lose their original consciousness and become extremely ferocious, and they will launch fierce attacks on those who have not been assimilated into monsters.

In addition to contact, it seems that breathing can be assimilated. When the target of a monster's attack is assimilated into the same monster, they will stop attacking it, and then the target will be transferred to other people who have not been assimilated, even ice

Even snakes and magic bats cannot escape the fate of being assimilated into monsters."

Every time Salad said monster, Brian's cloak would beat. He looked down at Salad, "What are Modora and the others doing?"

"Those monsters are so weird."

Salad replied in a low voice: "Modora and the captains of various professions are discussing ways to deal with the monsters. However, because the monsters appeared too suddenly, many magicians and warlocks have also been transformed into

Monsters, they can release more powerful spells and magic than usual, and there are enemies who are secretly destroying Modora's barrier. I feel the breath of fire."

"Since you can't stop it, then don't waste time dealing with those monsters."

There was a sound like something biting the flesh under the cloak. Blake turned his head and looked towards the place where Salad came from. His voice was extremely cold, "Kill the assimilated people and monsters directly, and let Modora start the teleportation."

The formation will call in the surrounding teams, and you should prepare yourself, and after we break this barrier, lead the team to slay the dragon."

Blake: "No matter what, we will definitely bring this dragon's body back to Thunder City."

"I will obey your orders."

The weapon in Salad's hand emitted a faint light and turned into a silver dagger hanging at his waist. Then Salad stood up and strode away.

Opposite Blake, with a black cloak draped casually to block her face, Aaliyah is graceful and graceful in a pure black fishtail-shaped robe. Aaliyah is sitting sideways on the back of a huge dark crow, with her neck and hands

They all wore exquisite jewelry, holding purple crow wands and looking at the direction Salad left.

After Salad's back completely disappeared, Aliya said to Black with a slightly hoarse voice: "My dear Lord Black, it seems that transforming living people into monsters is a common method among witches, and you are loyal and powerful.

It seems that he and your soldiers are unable to successfully deal with the monster, so do you need my help?"

"unnecessary."

Blake replied coldly. The gauze was still shaking when he spoke, and he continued in a cold tone: "It's just a tool that is easy to use. If he can't even do something as simple as killing monsters, he might as well go there early.

It would be better to die."

Alia stretched out her hand and gently stroked Dark Crow's extra feathers, "You seem to look down on that guard."

"It's not that I look down upon it, it's just that it's unnecessary."

Blake's voice was full of disdain and contempt, with a little intentional derogation, "He is just a guy picked up from the roadside, a waste without high-level blood, abandoned, and even lost his memory... In addition to loyalty, he also has

I don’t even dare to kill anyone if I have nothing else to offer.”

"In that case..."

Aaliyah chuckled after hearing this, "Dear Lord Black, since you think he is useless, I wonder if you are willing to make a deal with me?"

Blake: "What deal?"

Blake: "Do you want my handy tool?"

"That's right. Besides, didn't you really want my transformed monsters and alien servants before?"

Alia's voice became hoarse and sounded like a poisoned hook, "A city lord as powerful as you must have many loyal guards. I am willing to exchange those aliens and servants for that piece of equipment you have."

tool."

"Do you really want Salad?"

Although Black is arrogant and wants Alia's modified monsters, he is not stupid. "Sarad is a rare half-lizard orc, and he has an extremely strong body and strength, but in addition to his loyalty, his courage

Very young, I don’t think there is anything in Salad that is worthy of exchange between you and me.”

Blake's voice became a little more condescending, "You also said that you... found something special on Salad's body?"

"How could it be possible? This is just the first time I've met him. Besides, every inch of his skin is hidden in the armor except Wei. How could I be able to discover something special without touching him?"

Aaliyah sat upright from Dark Crow's back, and there was no emotion in her voice, "It's just that you value strong strength and bloodline, and I value loyalty... Of course, as for the fact that he has never killed anyone,

I'm equally interested. If you're not willing to part with it, then I'll just look for an adult half-lizard."

The black nails lightly penetrated the feathers and scratched the flesh, and the dark crow made a low and unpleasant cry.

Was there anyone killed?

The smell of blood couldn't hide from her sense of smell.

Blake thought silently, he did want Aria's weird modified monsters, but——

"It's a pity that Salad is loyal to me, and his loyalty is not easily shaken. Otherwise, I would really be willing to exchange."

Blake, who believed that high-level bloodlines were born to be strong, turned his head and did not take Aliya's words seriously. He looked at Dylan, who was surrounded by several layers of cloaks, and continued the topic he had just left unfinished, asking in a cold voice: "

Prince from Winter City, have you thought of a way to break the dragon barrier in front of you?"

If he were to tell the truth about Salad's advantages, Black might still consider the exchange, but he didn't think that a cunning witch would use his treasured things in exchange for a loyal waste, so there were still things about Salad that he failed to do.

Discover the secret.

Dylan stretched out his pale-skinned hand from under his black robe, and wanted to touch the barrier with his fingertips. However, even though he was a clone, he was still almost trapped by the sudden rise of particles on the outer layer of the dragon barrier, which were like condensed plum blossoms.

The frost was sharp and almost stung me.

"Dear Lord Black, I have thought of a way to break this dragon barrier, but it still takes some time."

Putting his hands on the spikes, Dylan's face was hidden in his black robe. His expression could not be seen clearly, and there was no emotion in his voice.

Blake: "I'm waiting for your good news."

Dylan: "Don't forget the deal between us."

Then he placed the fingertips that touched the ice thorn on the sharpest tip of the ice thorn. The avatar and the main body instantly exchanged, and he lowered his eyes and began to sing silently.

Modora is a warlock. When a monster that can assimilate normal people into undead appears, he immediately asks the normal people to retreat to a safe place and gathers with the professional captains of the dragon-slaying team.

Together.

Modora quickly discussed with the others how to effectively deal with this group of monsters.

When apparently normal people who had not come into contact with those monsters were inexplicably assimilated, he and the other professional captains realized the real problem.

The mage captain of the dragon-slaying team held a staff and surrounded himself with a magic shield. He looked at the extremely beautiful particles falling from the sky that seemed to blend with the ice on the ground. "It seems that the cause of the alienation is not contact and breathing.

It’s these crystals falling from the sky.”

Modora raised the wand with the intention of summoning the storm, but it was too late. The crystals formed by the mist alienated the attached things, and everything became a tool for the prince to assimilate.

Modora also controlled the shield to block his side. The crystals fell on the magic shield and began to corrode his magic power.

Even magicians and warlocks can't completely block alienation, let alone others.

In a cave that is not too spacious, this is an excellent place for princes to assimilate their roots. As a result, more and more princes have been assimilated, all of them are soldiers of the City of Thunder, including Warcraft.

Modora and everyone ordered the people behind to evacuate quickly, and Salad brought back Black's instructions.

At the same time, Ryan's mental power played a great role at this time. According to their occupations before being assimilated, Ryan dispersed and controlled the prince into different teams. The more people in Thunder City retreated, the more fiercely he pursued.

Most of this dragon-slaying team are not good people, and their hands are stained with the blood of countless innocent lives.

The 'Prince' was leading the way. He had experienced many wars, but he had never charged straight into the enemy's stronghold with such ease. The corners of his mouth under the black robe were slightly raised as he followed Ryan.

Interesting, so interesting.

Whether it's a person or that weird magic potion.

Owen looked at the invisible Ryan and asked in a low voice: "Michelle, have you often done this kind of thing before?"

Ryan: "No, I've never done anything like this before."

To be honest, controlling hundreds of princes to do different things at the same time is quite mentally draining.

The passage in front suddenly became narrow, and the small flower that could purify the prince's potion gradually turned from transparent to pink. Andrew could feel the change of smell smoothly. He turned his head and lowered his voice and said to Ryan, "We should be almost there, not far from the Dragon Barrier."

At that place, the dragon-slaying team from Thunder City stopped, they should be preparing to deal with us all at once."

Ryan thought for a few seconds, turned to Ern and asked: "Prince Ern, do you want to try what I just did?"

Owen lowered his voice, "Are you referring to stuffing potions into other people's mouths, or are those princes under your control?"

Although after drinking the potion for the first time, both the alienated and assimilated people became so-called princes, but the prince who mutated after drinking the potion for the second time was obviously more powerful than the prince who mutated the first time.

It's also more orderly.

At this time, when Ryan asked himself this, Ooun immediately reacted. Everything these princes did just now was controlled by Ryan.

"The amount of magic potion is enough. If I continue to give that person another bottle, I don't know what will happen in the end. Besides, this kind of potion is too expensive."
To be continued...