"Get out of the !!!!"

The dark-skinned elf shouted as he drew his bow and shot arrows, trying to distract the dragon from the same way he had just been.

But alas, this dragon is no longer the same as before, and is in a state of madness, not afraid of injury or death at all, ignoring the sharp arrows, and opening its mouth again to spew out deadly dragon breath.

Rumble!

The terrifying heat wave not only melted the roaring arrows, but also melted the surrounding ice within a radius of tens of meters, and even the mountains of gold coins turned into liquids and gathered together, forming a spectacular river of gold.

"Oh my God! This world is crazy! First a white dragon turned into a black dragon, and now this black dragon is still breathing fire? Isn't the black dragon supposed to spew acid? I shouldn't have come to this hellish place with you if I knew I wouldn't have followed you. The dark-skinned elf complained as he dodged the scattered sparks.

It can be seen that he has been through a hundred battles, and even after such an incredible situation, he still remains calm, as if nothing can make that indifferent face show a surprised expression.

I can't think of it, the blonde warrior is much more reckless. After using the cover of the terrain to avoid the scorching breath, he immediately brandished his war hammer and rushed forward and shouted: "This must be a test given by the god of war! I will kill it! No matter what it becomes!"

"Roaring !!!!!!!!!"

The dragon seemed to sense the provocation of the ant in front of him, and whipped his tail hard at the opponent's abdomen.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound!

The arrogant unlucky guy flew straight backwards ten meters away, crashed into a solid ice wall, and spurted bright red blood with a whoosh.

This time he suffered 100% severe internal injuries, and his face quickly turned pale.

"Wolfga! Don't be pushy! You should know that we are no match for this dragon at all! It is too strong! We must retreat!"

"No, Trist, I'm not reconciled, I must go back with enough merit and fortune!" the blonde warrior known as Wolfgar struggled to his feet and threw his magical hammer with all his might, intending to repeat the scene of defeat and victory once again.

But before the warhammer could fly into the air, it was firmly grasped by the black dragon claws that rose into the air, and then threw it straight back.

If he hadn't dodged quickly, I'm afraid he would have been smashed into meatloaf by his own weapon on the spot.

Powerful!

Hopelessly powerful!

The young-looking man couldn't believe that his ambitious plans could turn so dramatically.

He couldn't even understand why the white dragon that had been killed by himself was resurrected, and after resurrection, it turned into a black dragon that could breathe fire.

Everything happened so suddenly that a reckless man like him who likes to solve problems with his fists and muscles is overwhelmed.

However, just because the young warrior is confused doesn't mean that the elf named Trist will also be confused.

Far from being confused, he quickly unleashed his racial talent, the Dark Nodules, covering the eyes of the irrational dragon, grabbing his companion and running in the opposite direction.

Due to the scorching dragon's breath just now, the place that was originally isolated by the ice has now become extendable in all directions, so he didn't have the slightest reason, dragging Wolfga along and disappearing into the depths of the maze of glaciers.

After the dark barrier disappeared, the black dragon found that there were no enemies around, and quickly lay down quietly, except for the two eyes that kept switching between destruction and reason, everything was so quiet.

I don't know how long it took......

Maybe it's minutes, maybe it's hours, it can be days......

In short, when the dragon awoke from its slumber again, the aura of madness and destruction in his body was gone, replaced by an extremely cold temperament.

It took a full half a minute for a strange smile to appear on his hideous face, and then he muttered to himself, "Icewind Dale, the Forgotten Realm, the Continent of Faeron, the Mithril Five, and the famous artifact Shattering Crystal, Clincinipbon, I really came to an incredible place......

Obviously, after unremitting efforts, Zhang Cheng finally temporarily suppressed the monstrous negative emotions in the tears of Nesario, as well as the remaining whispers of the ancient god Enzos.

However, this does not mean that he has overcome the endless crazy thoughts, but on the contrary, he is constantly being eroded, whether it is the way of thinking or the subconscious, he is constantly sliding towards the abyss of extreme evil.

If anyone casts an Detect Faction type spell at this moment, they will immediately see his red-to-black, black-to-purple color.

The devils from the nine layers of hell and the demons from the bottomless abyss will probably bow down when they see it.

By clearing the memories that originally belonged to the white dragon in his mind, Zhang Cheng quickly figured out the identity of the unlucky person who occupied his body.

White Dragon – Ingarocastisti Mizirian!

It also has another title - Ice Death!

That's right!

This is the guy who was supposed to be killed by the barbarian hero Wolfgar and the dark elf ranger Trist, providing him with wealth and magical weapons.

It was because of the killing of the Ice Death that Wofgar was qualified to challenge the Elk Clan's chieftain and unite the Barbarians under his banner against the hordes of monsters set off by the Shattered Crystal.

Similarly, it was from the Ice Death that he received a magic scimitar called the Ice Death, which allowed Trist to defeat the powerful demon from the bottomless abyss, Ertu.

But now, due to Zhang Cheng's sudden intrusion, everything has been disrupted.

He was now desperate to know how far this war provoked by the Demon Crystal had gotten, and if he didn't interfere, would the Ten Towns be destroyed?

If he changes the course of the history of the Faren Continent, will those high gods perceive it?

If they perceive it, will they intervene?

A series of questions quickly popped into my head.

With the idea of figuring out the current situation first, Zhang Cheng quickly used the innate transformation ability of dragons to incarnate himself into a human being, and roughly swept the valuable things of the Ice Death Nest, such as various magic items, gems and a small amount of gold coins, and then quickly left this cave located on the edge of the big glacier.

As for the remaining mountains of treasure, he didn't care at all if they would be stolen by humans or other white dragons.

After all, he was not a dragon, and his thirst for knowledge and power was far greater than wealth.

In any case, as a place with relatively developed magic, the Faeron Continent is one of the very few worlds with a theoretical system comparable to Azeroth, whether it is the floating city and god-killing magic of the ancient Nethrel civilization, or the space gate technology and magic creation technology that break through the sky of the Imaska Empire, it is all coveted.

Not to mention the race of creators who created the "Netherel Scrolls......