Seeing the slightly fat back of Treig O'Merun disappear at the end of the corridor, Moroya, who had never said a word, quickly approached and reminded in a low voice: "Master, I advise you to be careful, although I don't think he can pose any mortal threat, but this guy is certainly not as simple as it seems. ”

"Relax, whatever plans or intentions he has behind the scenes, it doesn't matter to me. Don't forget, this is an old town, and even I need to use your name to rule, so as long as you keep an eye on your young and beautiful sister, he won't be able to make waves. If our dear Prince of Trade really wants to play some tricks like this, I will gladly accept the remaining half of his fortune. ”

When Zhang Cheng said this, he did not avoid Lynnice Hightower, who was left in the living room, to be precise, deliberately let the other party hear.

In his eyes, smart people are never a threat, because smart people know when to compromise and when to back down, but fools are different, especially fools who like to be self-righteous......

"Dear Lynice, what do you think I should do with you?" Moroya, who understood, immediately turned her attention to her sister.

"Sister, you don't want to get rid of me, don't forget that I have the same surname as you as Hightower!" Lynnice reminded in a loud voice.

She originally thought that with her beauty, she would easily capture the young man in front of her, and by the way, get rid of the old and ugly trade prince, and live a luxurious life where she could squander it wantonly.

But the cruel reality is that not only did she capture no one, but she was also abandoned as trash by Trig O'Mollen.

Moroya stretched out her hand, gently stroked her sister's smooth and delicate chin, and shook her head with a sneer: "No, Linness, you are wrong. I've long since abandoned the surname Hightower, but the owner needs it to complete some plans. But don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, because you're still useful. ”

"You...... What do you want to do!" Lynnice asked with a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry, you're just a pawn, and you don't deserve to know your master's plans. With that, Moroya took out a bottle of potion, pinched her sister's mouth and poured it in.

Before Linnice could even react to what was happening, her eyes turned black and she fell to the ground with a thud, falling into a deep coma.

Zhang Cheng stood up, didn't even look at her, and walked outside without looking back. As he walked, he commanded: "The matter here is handed over to you, I will go to the basement to continue to observe the changes in the dragon egg, and if there is any emergency, please feel free to notify me." ”

"As you wish, master. Moroya bowed gracefully, then waved for the guards at the door to come in and carry her sister away.

Zhang Cheng didn't care about or wanted to know how Moroya was going to use Lynnys, all he was thinking about was the knowledge of necromancy.

Just as he began to think about whether he should destroy the increasingly dangerous creation, he was surprised to find that he had unknowingly walked to the basement door.

But before he could push the door open and walk in, he suddenly noticed that an extremely terrifying death energy continued to emanate through the crack in the door.

The energy was so strong that many rats were affected, showing large swaths of rotting flesh, and two crimson eyes revealing rage and bloodlust, rushing up and biting without saying a word when they saw a living person.

"Damn!" Zhang Cheng cursed in a low voice, raising his hand to be hit by a blast of flames, burning the rat that was transforming into undead form into ashes, and then carefully pushed open the closed door.

Next Second......

He was completely stunned by what he saw!

I saw that in the center of the huge magic array, a young dragon with a body length of more than three meters was curled up in a ball, and the silver-gray translucent scales on the whole body were shining, giving people the illusion that it might disappear at any time.

And compared to a normal dragon, its body is extraordinarily elongated, and the surface of its claws, teeth, and backspines are covered with a layer of energy that is barely discernible to the naked eye.

As a mage, Zhang Chenggan bet that if anyone was bitten by this guy, the most lethal thing would definitely not be the external injury, but the death energy that seeped into the body through the wound.

Death energy is a terrible poison for any life, not only making the victim weak, aging, and dying, but even hurting the soul.

Despite its small size, the young dragon is already dangerously high enough to surpass that of Kulo Kirba, who was born several months earlier.

Since undead beings have never liked living creatures, Zhang Cheng was not sure whether he should call a few helpers to prepare for battle first, or restrain the other party through the magic array carved on the ground to try to communicate and control.

When he was about to get closer, the young dragon, which had been motionless, suddenly raised its head, and two cold stars in its eye sockets burst out with dazzling light.

For some reason, it didn't attack immediately, didn't make any threatening moves, just watched quietly.

It took a full minute before it slowly fell back to its stomach, waving its claws and tossing at the mountains of dried corpses on the ground.

After a short observation, Zhang Cheng realized that the dragon of death in front of him did not seem to have developed intelligence, at least not at this stage, and was completely driven by instinct, which was a good opportunity to bring it into control.

Without any hesitation!

He went directly to the upper right corner of the magic circle, took out a strangely shaped stone, and began to chant the incantation loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the magic array carved on the ground released a faint glimmer of light, echoing the light on the surface of the stone.

"Roaring !!!!!!!"

Sensing the danger, the young dragon opened its fanged mouth to rush over and tear the tiny human who threatened it to shreds.

But unfortunately, before he could take two steps, an extremely powerful invisible position suddenly appeared in the magic array, pressing it firmly to the ground, and the more he struggled, the greater the pressure.

After the last spell, the dragon's head formed a mark that looked exactly like the stone.

The young dragon, who was still struggling frantically one second, became a good baby the next second, lying on the ground honestly waiting for the master to give an order.

There was no doubt that what Zhang Cheng was holding in his hand was not an ordinary magic rune, but a scourge stone that the Lich King used to identify the level of his army of undead creatures.

It's just that this Scourge Stone has been researched and transformed by the Archmages of Dalaran, and it is no longer limited to identifying the identity of the undead, but also intruding and controlling the will of an undead.

The only regret is that if the Lich King discovers that his undead consciousness has been invaded, he will immediately be able to regain control with his extremely powerful spiritual power.

However, in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, there is obviously no need to worry about the Lich King, so Zhang Cheng chose to use this Scourge Stone to control the Death Dragon that had just hatched.

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