Game of Thrones: The Arrival of the Dragonborn Chapter 232: Summoning vs. Summoning
The green "smoke" sprinkled by the dragon contains old skin flakes from the dragon's body, various molds and germs growing on the dragon's body, and various small parasites, a few of which are as big as cockroaches.
Most of them are small bugs like fleas and lice, which form a small ecological group on the dragon's body.
As long as the people shrouded by the scattered "smoke" are in immense pain, struggling and screaming, the troops at the rear don't know why and are still cheering for the arrival of the dragon.
"Poisonous fog!" Someone finally summed up these things into a practical name, and it began to spread among the officers in various languages, and the helpless soldiers began to panic.
"Leave quickly!" The other soldiers began to move away from the poisonous miasma area in an organized manner. No matter how brave the soldier is, there is nothing he can do in the face of such an enemy that is visible and intangible. He can only watch his painful colleagues struggling and screaming.
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Werther struggled to jump away from the magic attack, holding the giant sword in his right hand on the ground to support his body. The multiple layers of magic resistance greatly reduced the damage of the dragon's lightning and dragon fire, but it also damaged the skin on Werther's body.
Burnt, enduring the severe pain all over his body, he raised his left hand and started treatment with a healing technique.
In the poisonous mist, Wirt turned on the cloak of flame again. The flames that continued to burn on the body surface could kill all organic creatures that were close to it. This was the result of experiments in the ruins of Valyria.
Looking at the huge green dragon with a tattered body and purple soul fire dragon flames in the sky, Werther cursed to the sky: "Duneville the dog!"
While Werther was treating his injuries, he thought about why it attacked him. It was summoned to this world by the wretched man five thousand years ago. The wretched man said that after his death, no one of his descendants would be able to control Duneville. According to later
According to the information, it flew to live in the shadow land in the east, and the plague it brought turned the entire peninsula into a dead place.
The wretched man summoned two giant dragons. His Audaweiying died of old age because he had no protection from the dragon god and his magic power was exhausted. Duneville himself is a necromancer, and after connecting with the soul cairn, he became an independent soul.
The powerful ghoul dragon, or the undead lich as some magic factions call it, has no problem surviving to this day.
There is news that Euron has gone to Asshai, but Euron is just a dog and is not even qualified to talk to Duneville. The only person who can make him come is Euron's master, the demon Hermaeus Mora. But
Duneville is a slave of the Lord of Thoughts, and is competing with the demon gods for souls. What deal did they make that would allow Duneville to fly across half of the continent to cause trouble for him?
Thinking of this, the giant dragon had already turned around in the sky and rushed over again.
Witte looked at the direction and fired an explosive fireball with wind magic at him. The fireball as big as a basin rotated and flew towards the dragon. Duneville looked at the flying small fireball and had no intention of avoiding it. He flapped his wings and headed towards
Werther rushed over. However, the fireball accidentally leaked through the huge gap in the membrane of its wings and flew above the clouds.
"Damn it! rzarl!" After scolding, Witte tore apart the dragon soul, and then summoned the skeleton horse again.
The giant dragon in the sky looked like it was about to die, but its body movements were not slow at all, and it was still extremely flexible. It twisted its wings and used a powerful fan to avoid the blue magic group.
After escaping Dragon Soul Tear once, Werther stopped using it. Facing this super big guy, he had to test how much damage other attacks could do to him. Moreover, the poisonous mist brought by Duneville himself was too terrifying, so Werther was just right.
Taking advantage of it, purple dragon flames fell from the sky again. Witte held up the magic shield with his left hand and rode towards the Dothraki cavalry in the north.
The dragon flames drew a purple wall of fire on the ground, extending from the open space to the Dothraki cavalry formation as Werther ran. The dragon flew over Werther, and the flames stopped and the dragon's head turned forward.
Looking at Duneville's exposed belly, Witte held the sword with both hands and slashed left and right continuously. Four blood-red sword energy flew upwards quickly, making four cuts on the dragon's belly.
There was not a drop of blood flowing out of the wounds, and each incision was nearly one and a half meters long. But on a giant dragon with a body length of more than 200 meters, and compared with its already ragged body, these four wounds are really insignificant.
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The dragon flew away, and the green poisonous mist scattered behind it dispersed, and the flames on Werther's body burned until the insects crackled.
More Dothraki were contaminated with these things and lost their combat effectiveness, and their formation began to become chaotic. They all wanted to avoid the poisonous mist that could not be defended. The various small leaders could no longer command them, and they were facing the dragon of their own.
There is no alternative to this indiscriminate attack.
The battlefield in the north is now in chaos. Everyone wants to stay away from Werther. However, Avak is physically strong and will charge wherever there are people. Werther has been using magic to protect it.
Duneville has sprayed dragon flames on himself three times in a row. Witte feels that it is a little abnormal, as if it has no sense and is relying on the most basic hunting instinct to launch attacks.
Seeing that the poisonous mist had almost dispersed, and looking at the direction in which the dragon was coming, Witte asked Avak to turn around and charge in the direction of the dragon.
The purple dragon flames struck again. Witte held up his magic shield to resist the dragon flames. Before Avak was burned to death, he jumped up high on his back and roared a Dragon Soul Rip in the direction of the dragon flames. The magic hits the dragon's head!
Werther landed and turned somersault, then stood up quickly and quickly began to treat him. Duneville's huge body could not resist the magic specifically targeted at the dragon's soul, and struggled to land on the ground, trampling a large number of slave soldiers to death, and his huge wings were folded.
From now on, if you touch it even slightly, you will die or be disabled.
"Dvak!" Duneville, whose soul was attacked, came to his senses instead, looked at Werther with his cloudy gray-white eyes, and the first sound since its appearance came out of the huge dragon's mouth.
"Duneville, why are you attacking me!" Werther, the animal-like dragon, still had to fight. As for Duneville, who was sober, Werther really didn't know how to defeat it. It would be best to end the fight with a slap in the face. ang
Without answering Werther's question, Duneville, who was lying on the ground, raised his head and roared loudly.
The bones of the dead slave soldiers under it began to reorganize, and they slowly stood up with their weapons hanging from pieces of meat. The bones all over their bodies were plated in purple, and purple soul fire emerged from their eye sockets. The city wall had long been destroyed.
The soldiers killed and the war elephants killed by Werther were also resurrected into purple skeletons.
The magic the powerful dragon necromancer exerted with all its strength did not stop there. Living people not far from its body were also affected. The soldiers holding swords and guns began to scream in pain. Within a few seconds, blood was oozing all over the body.
His bones were out of control of his body, and his flesh and blood crawled out of his body, leaving a pile of boneless rotten flesh at his feet.
Dunevir's magic resurrected the entire corpses around Meereen City, and the living people within a few hundred meters around it, all turned into purple skeletons.
Witte raised his hand to summon two demon kings.
"Hey, I met the Dragonborn again."
"Are you here to invite me to taste blood again?" The two demon kings shouldered their swords and were eager to try.
"Cut it!" Werther raised his hand and pointed forward.
The two demons turned around and looked up to see a giant dragon as big as a castle, and tens of thousands of skeletons with purple soul fire in their eyes, all looking at the three of them.