Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"No." Ang said.

"I know, I'll teach you." Negris said angrily.

The first-level electric magic lightning ball pressed on the little brass dragon, but there was no reaction at all.

"Uh, was my magic resistance already so high when I was a child?" Negris was surprised. Dragons have very high resistance to elements, and the brass dragon is the best among them. The first-level lightning ball can't move it at all.

"The skin's resistance is high, how about cutting the skin open and directly electrocuting the heart?" Negris suggested.

Ange tilted his head and asked, "Where is the heart?"

Negris pointed to the junction of the dragon's neck and torso. The dragon's heart was at this position. It thought that Ange would accept its suggestion, cut open the dragon's skin, and immediately felt a pain in his heart.

This is an illusion, but who let the little dragon grow from its dragon scales, the essence can be regarded as its body.

Ange didn't cut open the dragon's skin, but made a gesture, put his hand in from his mouth, and gave an electric shock to the approximate position through the esophagus, and the whole little brass dragon twitched violently.

"Ouch, you￥\u0026#@!..." Negris instinctively felt nauseated, causing strong psychological discomfort, just like Ange inserted his hand into its mouth.

But the method is really easy to use. The esophagus does not have the resistance of dragon skin, and it is close to the heart. The lightning ball can exert its maximum effect. The heart muscle contracts violently under the electric shock, pumping out the blood inside.

When it relaxes, the blood from the other end is sucked in again, as if some mechanism is triggered, the heart contracts spontaneously, just like this, it tightens and relaxes, and the heart resumes beating.

"Cabada, it's really good, those druids are not lying." Negris murmured, and dared to say that he had never tried this method, and it was all hearsay.

The heart was beating, the blood was flowing, and some subtle changes appeared on the body of the little brass dragon, such as the small cracks in the regular scales, which is the breathing effect of the dragon scales, and the eyelids and other parts are no longer dead white, and it looks angry. The blood is much better.

But that was all. The little brass dragon was motionless, as if in a deep sleep. No matter Ange rolled its eyelids, slapped it, or even put his hand into its mouth and shocked it, it couldn't wake it up.

After a lot of tossing, Negris said: "It should be that there is no soul. Although a body has grown, a soul cannot grow. Alas, creating life has never been easy."

no soul? Ange tilted his head, thought for a while, then put his hand into the mouth of the little brass dragon, pressing down on its heart area. Under the squeeze, the heart couldn't beat, and soon stopped, and the little brass dragon died.

A ball of soul fire was condensed and stuffed into the body of the little brass dragon. An Ge pointed at it: "There is a soul."

Negris was silent for a while, then let out an angry growl: "You bastard!"

Ange simply and rudely gave the little brass dragon a soul and transformed it into a zombie dragon.

If it is a living person with wisdom, he can use the method of sacrifice to fully combine the fire of the soul with the memory of the corpse before he died, and reincarnate into a lich. Both Ferrin and Lisa came here in this way. The whole process takes about seven days.

But the little brass dragon has no memory, let alone a lifetime, so it becomes a zombie if it is given a soul directly.

"But, I didn't teach you to condense the fire of the soul." Negris wondered how Ange learned it, since he hadn't taught it himself.

"Undead fire." An Ge said.

"The fire of the undead is far from the fire of the soul, but you are weird, it is not surprising to understand the fire of the soul from the fire of the undead, they are the same in essence, forget it, you control it, use Its soul came to call my god's name, and I will be projected onto it in the future to be my body."

Negris is excited and looking forward to it, how many years has it been since he was sealed? He can still clearly remember the despair and powerlessness when the immortal king tore his soul out of his body.

Unexpectedly, there would be a day when I could get my body back. Although it was too young to be young, it was not as big as my body in the dragon egg, but after all, it was a body grown out of my own scales.

Ange controlled the little brass dragon and made some unexplained calls.

"Uh, dragon language, dragon language, forget it, I'll teach you." After another round of routine teaching, Ange finally managed to control the little brass dragon, and called out Negris' name in dragon language.

Negris was projected onto the little brass dragon, shaking his head, shaking his head, and after a long while, he let out a sigh.

I guess I wanted to grieve the spring and hurt the autumn, expressing emotions like 'my youth is back' and 'my body is back', but before the sigh died down, a figure jumped onto its back, and the two A small white leg was clamped around its waist, and it rode steadily on it.

Negris almost fell to the ground and scolded anxiously: "What are you doing!? Come down, you have wings yourself, why ride me! You dead bird man, come down quickly, or I will beat you, you want to bear it Is the God of Knowledge angry?!"

Negris flapped his wings vigorously, trying to shake the angel skull off his back, but the angel skull also flapped its wings, balancing its body, and couldn't shake it off at all.

After struggling for a while, the little zombie rushed forward and knocked the angel skull down.

Before Negris could express his thanks, the little zombie jumped up as soon as he turned over. It was not about rescuing Negris, but snatching toys, but it was relatively heavy, and immediately sat Negris on the ground.

"Chambada, suffer death, the wrath of the brass dragon!" Negris struggled in vain, even if it was a brass dragon, it was still a newborn, and it couldn't beat the little zombie at all. In the end, the angel skeleton saved it. The two guys fought to the side.

Negris got up, wiped his face with his paws, wiped off the smudges on his body, and let out a sigh: "It was almost reduced to a mount, Chambada, is the majestic brass dragon being ridden by someone? Losing the dragon The face of a family."

Before he finished speaking, Ange rode on.

Negris thought about it subconsciously, but found that his body was out of control. The soul of the little brass dragon was bestowed by Ange, and it had a higher priority than Negris. That is to say, if it did not obey Ange's will, then It cannot control the little brass dragon.

After struggling in his heart for a while, Negris reluctantly accepted this reality, and he just rode it, anyway, no one knew it was it, and the brass dragon was ridden, and what he lost was only the face of the dragon clan, which was related to his knowledge. God what.

Comforting himself, Negris flew up in a flutter.

Its body length is only half a meter long. Ange rides on it like a small bench, or an adult rides a children's wooden horse, but its wingspan is huge, and Ange is just a skeleton. There are only bones in the whole body, and the hair weighs less than forty catties, so it is really carried by it.

Feilin flew in. Seeing this scene, he slid and shoveled to the ground in shock: "This is... a yellow... brass dragon? My lord, are you going to dig a grave? We don't have a dragon's tomb here, you Where did you dig this?"

Before An Ge could answer, Fei Lin waved his hand: "Don't talk about this, my lord, help me! I beg your lord to credit some food, and pay later."

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