Black Dragon Code

When Caesar left the half-plane space, Sharo was already waiting in place.

As an ancient gold dragon with endless knowledge and experience, it would be strange if he couldn't break free from the different space in a short time, and it can be expected that his method of leaving the demiplane must be easier than Caesar.

There was no communication between the two sides. Caesar raised his head, and three snake-headed servants had appeared on the ridge where the crowd stood before. He looked around again, and these snake-scorpion monsters surrounded him from all sides in just a short while—the one who left the demiplane alive People, their only target, especially Caesar, who is not low-key, is like a candle in the dark night, attracting the servants of these hydra.

Caesar could almost hear the hydra screaming in his mind with hatred, but he didn't think about it. Derivatives" or something like that.

"correct."

Thinking of the derivative body, Caesar raised his head to relax his cervical spine, stretched out his hand to pinch the back of his neck, and said to Sharo, "Just now, did you have a derivative body?"

Sha Luo didn't ask what derivatives were, but shook his head directly: "No, we only encountered snake-scorpion servants, withered beasts, and twisted and mutated predatory thorn flowers, and there were no monsters called derivatives."

Caesar responded and did not continue the topic. The three snake-headed servants had already moved closer. They had low intelligence, and they half stood up and made a "hissing" threat to the crowd.

In a sense, these serpent servants are not the puppets of the Hydra, but a separate species that has been enslaved and distorted in some way, just like what the black dragon did to some northern clans like that.

Shaluo swiped the sword in his hand, and a golden light in the air made several monsters flinch a little, but just when it was about to take this opportunity to say a few words to the adventurer next to it, the snake-scorpion servant roared in a low voice and rushed forward .

court death!

Shaluo's anger came easily. He completed the ten-meter standing long jump with a light leap. As soon as his feet hit the ground, his upper body was already in the most standard attacking posture.

The old trick was repeated, and a sweep was made.

The sword fell over the head.

Without the slightest mistake, the three-headed snake and scorpion servants were headed by the same sword lord.

Caesar glanced twice, and he was indeed far from the Golden Dragon in terms of using a humanoid form to pretend to fight. Even if this level was judged by the standards of a human swordsman master, Sharo's memory would not be pure and perfect, at least It can also be called clean and neat, and it seems that it has done a lot of pretending to be human, and it is quite familiar.

However, there are too many flaws in him, not to mention the superb magic, sharp swordsmanship and outstanding insight, just this "Evil Breaking Slash" problem that appears repeatedly is enough. Although the energy has been reduced and disguised, but the real A knowledgeable person can still see through it at a glance.

Forget it, don't care.

Solving the three-headed snake-scorpion demon servant is not the end. In the depression in the distance, countless giant spiders are coming out of the crypt. They quickly filled the depression, but the gushing did not stop.

There is still a steady stream of new spiders appearing, and they pile on top of each other so that the depressions are filled.

"It's them! They slaughtered the army of the Kingdom of Eb."

The camp leader beside him screamed, his voice trembling involuntarily: "I saw these spiders lay eggs in the stomachs of dead people with my own eyes, and they became more and more!"

"Nayou Spider."

Sharo's eyes became sharp: "No matter which country in Elradia, it is impossible to have any written records about them. I thought they were extinct thousands of years ago."

"Let me think."

Before these spiders of various shapes launched an attack, Shaluo said a few more words, he slightly raised his head, his pupils diverged and looked at the sky, as if he was chasing the long-standing memory in his mind: "Eb Kingdom, Thorn Mountains. Long, long ago, this place was second only to Dorimar's prosperity..."

There is no chance to finish the backstory, because the spider army on the opposite side has been integrated, and a huge, six-legged monster stands at the forefront of the army. It looks like a beetle that has been magnified thousands of times, with sharp horns. Extending upward from the nose, most of the body is purple, the back and tail are covered in blue, and there are dark golden patterns at the end of the body edge.

"I am a derivative of Monet, Monet Anub'arak."

It supported itself on all fours and stood up completely. It first introduced its identity in ancient common language, and then switched to Neiyou language that the opponent could not understand: "For the sake of revival, attack!"

As soon as the voice fell, a black wall was rapidly enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, even the gray sun above his head could disappear, and a sound like thousands of iron swords rubbing against thousands of gravels ran through everything. Biological brain.

A psychic barrier rose in front of Caesar, and two people who were a little farther away from him fell down in the mud with a bang, their heads were lost, and blood gushed out from their necks.

"These damned spiders know magic!" Sharo roared, angry and bruised, and drew out his sword: "Adventurer, fight with me!"

The panic and anger of others had nothing to do with him. Caesar only saw a black wall standing tall behind the spider army. a city.

"Who you are and what you want to do has nothing to do with me."

He said calmly, with a penetrating voice over the hustle and bustle of the battlefield: "Hand over Yukla Hill, and I will leave. Maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future."

"Mighty outsider, I know you killed Monet Barlow."

Anub'arak, the giant beetle standing on top of the piled spider hills, said: "But Uklathil is what we summoned, and it is also the heart of the city we prepared. If you want it, you can take it yourself!"

"it is good."

Caesar nodded. Unlike Sharo, who maintained a defensive posture, he stepped on the black ground with one foot and started to move forward. His body was filled with flames of psionic energy.

Cobwebs fell head-on, as well as thorns, ledges, and lightning, but they were all divided into two halves in front of Caesar, passing left and right. I heard cheers from the adventurers who had been pulled far away.

"Fight, fight!"

After discovering that the magic means were ineffective, the spiders rushed up screaming and shouting, exposing their venom-oozing mouthparts and forefeet, and uttered a roar that was inconsistent with their identities: "Flesh is like grass, my body is like grass!" Knife. Fight! Fight!"

Caesar didn't care, but Sharo chewed on this sentence over and over again, feeling familiar: "Flesh and blood are like grass, my body is like a knife...Flesh and blood are like grass, my body is like a knife..."

Immediately, he suddenly realized, his expression became horrified, and the fear in his eyes was lingering like the haze of midnight: "This is the oath of the ancient race Quel'dorei. How could these spiders of the first era know and understand it?"