The nose of the two-legged wyvern moved, and the originally fierce eyes showed a look of surprise.

The human in front of him actually had the breath of a dragonborn, but it was much lower than himself.

Just like the filthy dragons.

The dragon world follows a strict bloodline hierarchy, and the night, who has the identity of a dragonborn, is undoubtedly included in this set of rules.

Soon, the expression of the two-legged wyvern showed arrogance, and he roared in dragon language:

"Humble half-breed bastard, you have offended the great Lord Gareth!"

"But the forgiving Gareth forgives you for offending this time......"

", don't offend Ben-sama's meal!"

But soon, the bipedal wyvern, who claimed to be Gareth, suddenly noticed that the dragonborn in front of him seemed to be unaware and still rushed straight towards him.

"What are you going to do?"

Gareth's expression was a little panicked.

The wings flapped a few times, revealing a hideous cleft in the lower abdomen.

It's a badly injured wyvern!

It is naturally impossible for Cangye to give up this opportunity, at the moment when the bipedal wyvern is about to take off-

Acceleration triggers.

The speed of the night increased suddenly, and it appeared in front of Gareth like a streamer.

The knife of the reverse scale and the scimitar crossed out, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, shaped like a big cross.

Dual-wielding weapon fighting!

Cross Slash!

With a scream, the Wyvern couldn't dodge, and one of its wings was torn open by the twin blades.

The membrane attached to the wings was torn apart, making it impossible to fly.

"Bastard, I'm going to tear you ......"

However, before the two-legged wyvern could finish his cruel words, another scream burst out of his throat.

Slash - Whirlwind Dance!

The bloody dance tore the wings of the bipedal wyvern into a skeleton.

Flesh and blood splattered, and the figure of the night disappeared again.

The next moment appeared on the top of the head of the bipedal wyvern, and the two knives intertwined a beautiful underline, and the head was cut off.

Bloody Blade - Decapitation!

In just a few breaths, Nightnight managed to kill the Wyvern.

[Successfully kill enemy units, drain life energy, and gain 7900 experience points]

Blood splattered on the bare skin, and the intense pain continued to invade the nerves of the night.

The blood of the Wyvern has a strong acid trait, and each drop can deal about 10 damage to the night.

And this is still due to the damage caused by the immunity of Cangye's own physique.

Dragon's blood cannot be wasted, and this is one of the important materials for transforming the reverse scale.

Cangye took out a few jars from the small space bag and filled them with a full can.

The dragon's blood of the bipedal wyvern is considered to meet the minimum requirements for an alchemist to transform the reverse scale.

Originally, Cangye didn't plan to attack this two-legged wyvern, but who knew that it would be so badly injured, and it wouldn't take advantage of it.

It wasn't until after the battle was over that Nightnight had time to study the wounds of the Wyvern.

The wound was frighteningly large.

It looked as if it had been torn apart by sharp claws, and traces of decay appeared around it, emitting bursts of stench.

Smell it carefully in the night, this is the smell of corpses!

The internal organs were also white, and they were torn apart, and a foul-smelling yellow pus flowed out.

Lily looked disgusted and walked away.

Nightshade stepped forward and carefully examined the wounds of the Wyvern.

The superbrain runs at high speed, it takes less than 0.1 seconds, and Cangye gets the answer he wants.

It has a similar aura to the necromancer he has fought against.

Death Breath!

The poison of the living, the tonic of the dead!

The Wyvern was scratched by an undead creature that could also or possibly even outgrow its size.

[Death Breath] defiles flesh and blood, and attaches [Curse of the Corpseless] to the Wyvern.

If it weren't for the strength of the True Dragon's bloodline, the Wyvern would most likely have been transformed into an undead Wyvern on the spot when the curse was added.

It's dangerous!

If the bloodline of this bipedal wyvern was a little thinner, Cangye would have to give up these tainted dragon blood no matter what. But......

Looking at the pus and blood in front of him, Cangye took out another bottle.

A portion of green fluid is drawn from the pus and blood.

This is the highly condensed [Death Breath], perhaps it should be called the [Blood of Death].

Give this vial of blood to the alchemist, and you might be able to surprise yourself.

……

Corner City.

After being breached by the undead, it has been reduced to the city of death.

The hundreds of thousands of inhabitants of the city have all been transformed into undead spirits by the [Curse of the Corpses] and roam around.

A violent roar rang out.

The quaint and eerie castle rises slowly from the ground.

The castle was saddled on a giant creature with spiked shackles on its hands and feet, and chains all over its body.

This giant is unbelievably large!

The body was as large as a mountain, and the exposed copper skin was engraved with strange scriptures. The cursed eyes, the clogged ears, and only a mouthful of sharp, fine fangs were exposed.

The so-called cave giants and hill giants are not even rats compared to it.

Perhaps the legendary Ancient Giants and Ancient Giants are like this.

The giant hunched back, holding the six-pointed star tower-shaped fortress with his hands behind his back, holding it firmly on his back.

In the castle, twelve lichs dressed in ornate robes sit around a round table.

Smack! Smack!

One of the lichs, wearing a hexagonal bone crown and wielding an exclusive beast bone staff, uttered a hoarse voice:

"Haven't you found it yet?"

As soon as the lich's words fell, a strange ghostly fire suddenly erupted in the center of the round table.

A grinning skull emerged from the green firelight.

"Turn your backs on the light, embrace the darkness, and we will keep watch from tonight until death comes!"

"Death watcher, we've fulfilled the conditions you promised, but what about ours?"

It was another lich who spoke, a bony hand adorned with a jeweled ring holding a wine glass filled with human blood!

The grinning skull suddenly turned to the lich, and the voice came out of his mouth in an eerie voice:

"Is that why Lord Korn doesn't trust us like that?"

"We have turned our backs on the light, not on faith, and the credibility of the Death Watch is as trustworthy as the devil of purgatory!"

"I think it's the Rapoo Devil!"

The lich named Couson took a sip, snorting with disdain through his nose.

"That's it!"

The lich with the crown on his head stopped the sarcasm in his hoarse voice.

"I have never questioned the credibility of the Death Watchers, but in fact, I do not see that you have fulfilled our terms?"

The skull instantly disappeared from the ghostly fire.

The next moment, a map of burning flames appeared in front of the twelve lichs.

"Venerable Lich Court, this is what you want."

In the strange scene, an ethereal female voice sounded, like a heavenly sound.

"The last of the Lich King's Tomb was sealed here by the dastardly Godkiller, and only the Feast of the Dead could open the King's Tomb, but ......"

Speaking of this, the female voice paused, and continued:

"Without the help of our Deathwatchers, the Lich Court would not be able to organize a complete feast of the dead."

"Don't bother!"

The bone-crowned lich snorted, but didn't deny it.

The female voice continued:

"We can help you, not just the Death Watchers, but also the Night Feast, the Black-robed Mage's Guild, and the Dragon Worship Cult."

"Oh, by the way, the Dragon Worship Sect has already cooperated with you."

This made the face of one of the twelve lichs with the staff of the emerald bird's head change for a moment, but then it became normal again.

There was a burst of pleasant laughter, and the heavenly female voice said:

"As slaves of death, we should naturally help each other, we are all friends, aren't we?"

"I'm sure the Chamber won't disappoint my friend, who just wants a little help."

Speaking of which, the lichs still don't understand what it means.

The skull-crowned lich did not make a mockery, but thought carefully.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke:

"We can promise this in place of the king, but you must have a position worthy of the king's status."

The female voice inevitably raised a little:

"No problem, God of Fear, God of Plague, Lord of Bones, Raven Warden...... The six Thrones will definitely give the Lich King a proper place. ”

"Then it's settled."

The skeletal lich breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued:

"The God of Torture, the Cruel Maiden, and the Gogon have also promised to help the Council and stop the God Killer for us, but you should also know the cost."

"Death watchers remember the teachings of our gods!"

The unpredictable female voice became solemn at this moment, as if there was a natural sense of mission.

After the fire was extinguished, the lich with the bone crown struck the floor with his bone staff and spoke:

"Let all the lazy things attack, this land of a thousand rings will be the feast of the dead that we have prepared for Your Majesty!"

"I hope that when His Majesty is resurrected, what he will see is the return of thousands of dead souls, so ......"

The lich's voice became extremely cold and cruel at this moment:

"All the living in this territory will be the people who welcome the return of the Lich King!"

"The fire of life's hatred burns away the ominous filth, and we, who have risen from the darkness, will take up broken swords and swords to sweep away the ominous world!

"All the living will die, resurrect and join us as the dead!"

"The scale burns out the soul, and the ashes remain!"

"The Ash Legion is all out and use the swords in your hands to warn the living that the undead have descended!"