Chapter 180: The Awakened Ancient Fire Dragon Resurrects Magical Confrontation
The lava in the distance was flowing like the sea, emitting a fiery red light, making the entire area appear fiery red.
The surrounding rock walls had already been eroded by this scorching air wave, becoming extremely hot and faintly glowing red.
Over the years, the stones on these rock walls are no weaker than some metal ores.
now!
In a huge cave at the top of the rock wall, a huge fire dragon covered with red scales was lying comfortably on a treasure trove of various gemstones and minerals, most of which were red.
The other party is sleeping.
There is no need to get close, the aura emanating from it is alone enough to far surpass that of a heroic being.
huff——
The sleeping fire dragon exhaled a breath of hot air from its nose from time to time.
However, the body that was originally sleeping and stretched out suddenly shook, as if it felt something.
Buzz! The fire dragon suddenly opened its eyes, raised its slender neck covered with red scales, and revealed a pair of red pupils that looked like they were burning with flames.
Arrogance, ferocity, and wisdom flashed across his eyes, before being replaced by a look of doubt.
The sudden movement caused a large number of gems under him to fall, making a dense sound.
"There seems to be a powerful magical fluctuation." The fire dragon tilted its head, and its vicissitudes and majestic voice echoed throughout the cave.
The powerful magical fluctuation just now disappeared the moment it appeared, so that the great perception from the dragon clan woke him up from his sleep.
As for whether it was an illusion?
The broad and heavy fiery red wings flapped slightly, and two huge balls of flame vibrated in the cave, and even the temperature increased by several degrees.
Great Tioruna!
How could this be an illusion! In the dark cave, a pair of fierce red eyes flickered slightly.
A place of "horror".
The breath of the dead permeates the land wantonly. This is a huge ruined city located in the barren land.
The daytime is the world of the living, while the night belongs to the dead. Especially in this land filled with the breath of the undead, it has completely turned into a paradise for the dead.
“Hiss—”
The creepy cry emitted by the rotting vocal cords of the undead vultures resounded in the air.
Skeletons and low-level dead-animal zombies roam the land and the entire city.
Step——Step——
The hurried footsteps, different from those of the undead, rang out from the ruined streets.
Carrying various precious magic materials rarely seen in the outside world in his arms, Khajiit carefully avoided these undead and headed towards a three-story hotel-style building in the center of the ruined city.
Although he is a living person now, as a necromancer, he naturally has a way to make these undead ignore him.
As Khajiit walked quickly, he looked up from time to time and looked at a towering black tower in the most central and conspicuous area of the entire city.
This is a special building that has no windows at all and looks like a one-piece structure. Even in the middle of the night, this black tower is still very clear.
The dark appearance seems deeper than the night.
That was where the real owner of this ruined land lived, and he and the leader were just visitors.
The closer you get to the center, the more you can feel the negative energy in the air.
There was a flash of heat and fear in Khajiit's eyes. Relying on the negative energy here, if he performed the "Death Spiral" ritual, he might be able to succeed.
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, it was quickly suppressed by Khajiit.
Although several months have passed since his resurrection, his strength has not yet fully recovered, especially after losing the "Orb of Death", which made him lose confidence.
Damn you! Don't let me find you!
Khajiit cursed inwardly with gritted teeth, then shrank his neck and quickly withdrew his gaze from the black tower.
The dense negative energy here is not something he can mobilize, but the owner of this place wants to rely on the gathering of a large number of undead to give birth to stronger undead.
A few months.
Khajiit had almost guessed who was the owner of this dilapidated place that had attracted their leader's visit and occupied a large tract of land.
In this world, there exist terrifying beings with powers beyond the Great Magician of the Dead, who wield powerful forces that can easily destroy a kingdom.
According to the secret records of various countries, there are only three people recorded.
The Dragon's Dark Night Mage of the Dead - K'fantara Angelus.
The Titan Dark Night Death Mage——Xjorn,
And the most mysterious one is called the Shadow King, the so-called "terrifying" dark night magician of the dead.
There are clear records of these three people in all countries, but even the top nobles and even some royal family members may not know of their existence.
Because for the living, ignorance is bliss.
And here! This is the area ruled by the most mysterious and terrifying existence.
Khajiit lowered his head and quickly entered the three-story hotel. After reaching the top floor, he gently knocked on a door.
Click! The door opened automatically.
The leader of the alliance, Chiranon, whose entire body was covered in a dark fog, appeared before Khajiit.
"Suspended."
The leader of the alliance, Zhilanon, stretched out a staff from his body and waved it in the direction of Khajiit.
The large amount of magical materials brought by Khajiit flew into the air and began to be placed in various locations according to the complicated ritual that had been arranged in the room.
"After preparing for so long, we still failed. It's not surprising. That insidious blond guy is not easy to deal with." The leader of the "Zhilanong" made arrangements while laughing: "Well, only failure can give rise to a more fanatical desire for power."
Khajiit stood respectfully at one side, his skinny face and sunken eye sockets staring at the ground, cautiously glancing at the complicated magical ritual with the corner of his eye.
As for what happened? Khajiit had some guesses, and it was likely that he was not the only one here.
Snap!
As the last piece of magic material was placed, the magic concentration in the entire room began to rise sharply. Leader Zhilanon threw a blood-red potion bottle from the black mist that wrapped his whole body into the magic room.
Even though the blood-red potion bottle was sealed with a stopper, Khajiit could still smell the strong and fishy smell of blood that suddenly appeared in the air.
"The dead are resurrected!" a hoarse and deep voice sounded.
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A lake on a large wetland, deep in the dense forest.
Tang Zheng held the pocket watch in one hand, checking the time on it, while occasionally glancing at the body of the gray-robed wizard.
"It's taking longer than the last time Khajiit was resurrected. Are they preparing for the resurrection ceremony?"
Tang Zheng muttered to himself softly, without any impatience, and continued to wait quietly.
Time passes by little by little.
Sudden.
The gray-robed wizard's body trembled slightly, and his entire body began to show signs of melting like snow under the sun.
Tang Zheng, who had been paying attention for a long time, naturally noticed this change at the first time. Without any hesitation, he chanted in a low voice: "Resurrection of the dead!"
Buzz——
The wave of magic power spread! The gray robe wizard's body seemed to be melting, and then it stopped.
Different from the previous resurrection by directly using "resurrection magic", Tang Zheng could clearly feel that the magic fluctuations in the air became manic.
Boom!
A sound like muffled thunder suddenly appeared out of nowhere, as if two different forces were colliding!
The restless fluctuations formed invisible air waves that swept around, and the branches and leaves of a large number of twisted and strange trees in the surrounding area were rustling in the strong wind!
"snort!"
Tang Zheng snorted coldly. He could feel that he had the advantage in this invisible confrontation.
Swoosh——
Tang Zheng directly increased the output of magic power, making the magic of "resurrection of the dead" more condensed.
After a short stalemate, the invisible shock dissipated. The gray-robed wizard screamed and sat up from the ground, gasping for breath.
“It worked.”
"It looks like we don't need to use the backup plan anymore."
Tang Zheng looked at the gray-robed wizard who had resurrected in front of him, a smile on his face, and recalled the state of the magic confrontation just now, thinking: "With a complete corpse, releasing magic at close range is much better than long-range magic effect, right?"
After getting this experimental result.
Tang Zheng felt a little relieved, as he knew how to deal with Quinn Aise next.
Bang! There was another muffled sound, and the gray-robed wizard fainted again without any resistance.
A place of "horror".
In the room.
All the precious magic materials that had been arranged had turned into powder and scattered all over the floor. The entire room was in a mess as if it had been hit by a force 7 or 8 gale.
"The Church!"
The leader of the "Chiranon" alliance, whose entire body was shrouded in thick fog, let out an angry growl.
The next day.
As the sun's light once again enveloped the wetlands.
Tang Zheng glanced at the attribute panel and saw the professional skills of [Crazy Mage] could be used again.
Kill the gray-robed wizard, then release the magic of "resurrection of the dead" to deal with the opponent.
After using up the professional skill "Crazy Meditation" three times, the Gray Robe Mage was completely unable to be resurrected using resurrection magic.
Crash!
A blazing fireball transformed from a thunder ball flew out from Tang Zheng's palm and landed on the body of the gray-robed wizard, burning him to ashes.
"Isn't that a bit too cautious?"
Tang Zheng looked at the gray-robed wizard who had turned into ashes, raised his hands and rubbed his temples, muttering softly to himself.
(End of this chapter)
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