MTL - Red Dragon Roar-Chapter 424 sacrifice

Updated URL: "…The fog of shadows has awakened the dead, who joined the army of the undead and now fight for me."

Ikales said indifferently, but it is not difficult to find that when he said this, he revealed an arrogance in his bones.

Probably, except for the army of the undead, the army in the world is a mob.

Ize frowned. The actual combat effectiveness of the undead is not strong, but the immortality is enough to make up for its shortcomings.

If a war becomes a war of attrition, a tug-of-war, the advantage of the undead will be completely magnified - their number will continue to grow, there is no so-called tactics, only complete quantitative suppression.

Yize knew in his heart that if there was a war between the Red Dragon Army and the undead army, perhaps the Red Dragon Army would gain the upper hand in a short period of time.

But over time, all the advantages will slowly turn into disadvantages, eventually defeated and turned into evil undead.

Eze looked down at Ikales again, if it wasn't useless to kill him, he really wanted to crush this lich to death and smash it to pieces.

The Undead Grand Duke really couldn't stand Yize's gaze, he sneered: "Red Dragon, do you really think you are invincible? Back then, even the true gods couldn't kill me. If you want to fight, just say it!"

Yize looked at him with contempt: "It's no fun to fight with you, an undead old monster. If you have the ability to collect all your phylactery fragments, then we will fight again."

"Do you think I'll be fooled by the simple trick?"

"If you're not fooled, you can say a hammer."

Yize turned to look at Samoyed: "Pipilong, lead the way, let's go to the trouble of those savages."

The white dragon let out a low roar, unfolded its huge dragon wings and flew over the Winter Mountain Range, towards the endless ice field, where the frost giants gathered.

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"My king, the wind and snow cannot stop the spread of the fog of shadows. Xue Ying has seen undead over the Winter Mountains and wandering near the ice field."

A frost giant knelt down toward the throne and reported the latest news from the front.

"What about the icefield army that is stationed on the front line to resist?"

The King of Frost Giants sitting on the Frozen Throne roared angrily: "Are those guys dead?"

"Yes, they are all dead. The undead, who are not afraid of death, captured the Bingling Valley. The dead body was re-transformed into a new undead by necromantic magic. One of the tribesmen used magic to cause an avalanche before he died, and the undead was destroyed. The continuous advance of the army temporarily resists..."

The Frost Giant who reported the report became weaker and quieter, and the momentum in the Ice Palace was so suppressed that it was impossible to breathe.

No one expected that under the charge of the Undead Legion, the Frost Legion would be completely defeated and collapsed.

Bitter Winter Frostbone grabbed the armrest of the Frozen Throne with big hands, and gradually squeezed it tighter.

His heart was filled with unquenchable anger, and after all, he was the king who unified the entire snowfield, the king of frost giants who stepped on the white dragons under his feet!

However, now, they can only rely on the dangerous places, passes, fissures, typhoons, valleys, and cliffs in the snowfield to block the enemy's attack.

But there is no way, the number of creatures in the snowfield is inherently much rarer than in other regions, and compared with the almost endless army of undead, it is completely at a disadvantage.

He couldn't understand why so many undead suddenly emerged from Kazarin under the Winter Mountains. Isn't that place the territory of the red dragon?

Or, during the time he was training with the Angry Lord, the Red Dragon was dead and Kazarin changed hands?

"My king, the flat ice plains can't stop the attack of the undead. Even the fissures of the glaciers, those undead who are not afraid of death can be filled with countless bones. Now, the storm cliffs are our last line of defense. "

Lin Dong suddenly stood up from the throne, his icy eyes filled with strong killing intent.

"The great wrathful Lord is watching us, this land of ice and snow is not a place where those skeletons can go wild at will."

He sneered and looked around: "Gather all the servants, follow me to the Storm Peaks, and give those **** skeletons a little color."

The land of priests.

It is the Frost Temple specially built by Winter Frostbone for the angry lord Koschurch. Several dying and scarred white dragons were forcibly dragged by the frost giants, leaving a scarlet scarlet on the ice. bloodstains.

The whimper of lamentation came out of the white dragon's teeth weakly, and their arrogance as a real dragon was no longer visible in their eyes, only a bleak ashes remained.

- This is helpless despair.

The white dragons looked up at the huge statue erected in front of them. This was a frost giant that looked extremely evil.

His face was twisted, and he held a rod of authority purely made of a skull in his hand, and his whole body exuded an evil aura, which could make people crazy invisibly.

Winter Frostbone devoutly knelt in front of the statue, chanting obscure words that symbolized despair, fear, and were full of negative elements.

The aura on his body is gradually matching with the fluctuations emanating from the statue. As a favored person personally selected by the angry lord, he can take the initiative to connect with Koschurch through sacrifices to the heavens.

The wind and snow weather has become even worse invisibly, and there seems to be a mysterious will silently descending.

After a while, Lin Dong Frostbone stood up and turned around, looking at the white dragon with a look at the livestock, ignoring the curse and resentment in the dead gray eyes of the white dragons, and then he shouted:

"Kill the dragon, sacrifice!"

Many white dragons trembled slightly, and then lowered their heads as if resigned, closed their vertical pupils and waited quietly for death.

Perhaps, for them, death is the real release.

I just hope that the so-called sacrifice can give them a pleasure, rather than torture to death...

The wind seemed to be mixed with a sad and cold cry~www.novelbuddy.com~ This is the white dragon soul that was sacrificed as a sacrifice before.

After their death, their souls cannot go to **** or abyss, and most of them are offered as a kind of sacrifice to the angry lord through some channel.

The only thing left here are the remnants, but they cannot leave. They can only wander day after day, imprisoned in the altar, and experience the pain of death over and over again.

Feeling the emotions of their compatriots before they died, the white dragons shed tears of despair.

The frost giants under the command of Winter are all holding ice spears, and their eyes are full of excitement.

Hunting a white dragon is enough to drive any frost giant crazy, even though they have presided over this sacrifice many times, and it can even be said to be a pistol.

But, this is—great honor!

The white dragons were placed on the altar one by one, and the sharp ice spears slammed into the altar.