There was no drop next to the corpse of the young dragon, after all, it was just a captive dragon. The wild youth blue dragon is not so easy to deal with, and the chance of exploding is very high. You must know that whether it is an evil five-colored dragon, a metal dragon, or a giant dragon that has not really reached adulthood, they are all protected by the dragon ancestors. The underage dragon learns all kinds of knowledge and combat experience from the predecessors who sheltered him, and only after he becomes strong does he break away from the shelter and build a nest on his own.

Dragons have multiplied from generation to generation in this way, and although there are often stories of elderly dragons and elder dragons killing their descendants among evil dragons, the vast majority of dragons can still follow the racial habits that have been passed down in the bloodline and take on the responsibility of educating future generations.

Charles walked back regretfully and shrugged at Ingrid, "Alright, let's go." ”

"Are you sure?"

The Lich smiled playfully as she looked around the golden temple and waved her hand to create a heart-shaped mark of hollowed-out ice blue lines.

The sigil did not disappear, but floated above the treasury, exuding an aura that belonged exclusively to Ingrid.

"That's it." Ingrid clapped her hands in imitation of Charles, "I've marked this Extradimensional Treasury with a special arcane sigil...... Even if I kill that priest, I will be able to reclaim this treasure trove. So you don't have to worry about the treasures here, it's all yours. Remember, you are the Chosen One of the Night Flares. ”

……

Outside the Dark Temple, the Plains Battlefield.

"Retreat—"

"Retreat—"

Susar's herald knight galloped across the battlefield. The knight on the horse held high the banner of the purple dragon, and the armor on his body was also different from that of ordinary knights, and the surface was covered with flowing feathers. And so the horse galloped. Stand out on the battlefield.

Commander of the expeditionary force, Prince Greg. The mercenary king of the 'Blood Weepers' mercenary group, as well as Mage Kozmo, who led more than a hundred battle mages to participate in the battle, all quickly withdrew from the battle.

Zhang Ze, Qi Guangming and Long Yan Yifeng were also leading the team to evacuate, without a trace of love.

Then the knights and monsters on the side of the Dark Church found that the coalition forces on the Cormier side had retreated like a tide, organized their formations in an orderly manner on the plain, and slowly retreated.

"Do you want to track it?"

The Death Priest of Talona stood beside the tall Sleepless. said hoarsely.

"No, I don't." The Sleepless who was wrapped in heavy Mithril full body armor, the red light in his helmet flashed, and Talona's death altar finally heard the sleeper's stereotyped and dull voice, "The Isaac priest only let us guard, not let us pursue, if we chase it, we will be killed......"

The Sleepless didn't go on. Talona's Death Priest shuddered. She knew the damn Isaac's methods, and if she disobeyed his orders and caused the temple to fail, then she would not face a scolding. On the bright side. She is a follower of Talona, but in fact she has long been caught by the hateful Isaac for her ungodliness. Otherwise, she wouldn't have joined the mess.

"Rest in place, send out stalkers and scout knights, take the temple as the center, and explore in all directions to see if Susar is secretly hiding ambushes!" The Sleepless said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

The dozen or so knight captains around him took the order one after another.

"It's weird." The priest of Talona muttered to himself, glanced over there, then withdrew his gaze and looked instead at the retreating Susar army on the plain, "Our side has shown defeat, they only need to hurry up and attack in less than two hours, they can crush us, why retreat?" ”

The priest of death does not share his doubts with the sleepless. Because she would rather the Dark Temple fail, and the guy who knew her blasphemous secrets would die. The thought of Isaac's defeat led to a vicious laugh in the Priest of Death's heart.

On the way to retreat.

Zhang Ze and the An sisters gathered together to count the gains and losses.

"The Elite Legion has killed a total of 46 people in battle, and is currently on standby at the resurrection point in the noble quarter." An Ying wiped the dried blood stains on her cheeks and frowned.

"Casualties are acceptable...... The members at the bottom picked up a lot of drops, including materials, props and equipment, most of which were scattered on the ground after NPCs killed monsters, and our members picked them up, and there were very few things they fought......" Anya's words revealed a hint of helplessness.

In such large-scale battles, players have little power, and are more likely to follow NPCs to pick up things than fight the Dark Knight and monsters.

"Hey, Xiaoya, don't be cranky." Zhang Ze patted Anya's thin shoulder and said with a smile: "Think about it, NPCs can't pick up shiny drops that only players can see, so instead of throwing garbage everywhere, it's better to cheapen us." After all, our group of people can be regarded as auxiliary forces, without us having some pressure to divide the NPCs, their formations would have been scattered a long time ago! ”

"That's right."

"NPCs can't see drops."

Anya smiled instead.

"That's right." Zhang Ze snapped his fingers, turned 360 degrees in place, stretched out his arm and hooked An Ying's shoulder, and he didn't think that the armor worn by the female warrior outside was cold and hard, and said with a smile: "It's worthy of being my chosen one, tsk, little goblin, look at the heroic posture of the battle in front of you, my whole person is intoxicated......"

"Get out of the way!" An Ying's response was a flying kick. She was now fully armed, and the armored boots of the heavily armored warriors were naturally extremely destructive, and Zhang Ze's screams immediately echoed across the plains.

Anya pursed her lips and snickered beside her. A few people from Nuodahir, who were a little farther away, also cast interested glances, but none of them came up to greet Zhang Ze.

"Is this guy really the boss's best friend?" Elven Ranger Ost shrunk his neck and glanced at the female druidella who was also laughing.

"Of course, I asked, they knew each other before college, and they had a friendship for at least six or seven years." Leah said.

"Oh." Oster didn't dare to say more, he wondered how Leah knew this, but he didn't dare to ask. As an elder, Todak put on a posture of staying out of the way, looking straight ahead, carrying a battle axe, and swaggering.

"Huh?"

Zhang Ze, who was screaming, suddenly stopped screaming, because in the dark environment, he suddenly heard a fluttering sound in his ears.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Zhang Ze, who was startled at first, immediately recognized the voice of his dead friend after calming down, and said excitedly: "I can hear it!" ”

"This is the communication of the team's [Soul of Communication], I have a plan now, you can write it down for me in detail, and the decision is up to you. Remember, bring as few people as possible, this is a stealth operation, and I'll be here to help you attract firepower......"

Zhang Ze pricked up his ears, the voice of the dead friend was very light, and he couldn't hear the mood swings, but he knew that the more the dead friend was like this, the more dangerous the plan became.

Hearing that in the end, the [Soul of Communication] disappeared, Zhang Ze was stunned for a while, and then hurriedly waved his hand to call the people of Nodashir, and then called Long Yan Yifeng and Qi Guangming, and held a marching meeting on the spot.

Several blankets were spliced together and spread out on the half-dimensional sand, with the Dragonwing Legion, the Emerald Sword, and the core members of the Star River Club patrolling the perimeter.

Several simple bonfires emitted fire light on the edge of the blanket, Zhang Ze sat on the blanket, faced a pair of familiar faces, cleared his throat, and said: "This is like this, I just received a summons from Charles......

Although in a hurry, Zhang Ze's expression skills are still good, and he can smoothly relay Charles's words.

There was silence.

"I smell something familiar." The first to speak was Qi Guangming, who had threatened to break with Charles and the reorganized Nordahir. His face showed a look of remembrance, and his tone was full of excitement: "Remember, we used to walk a tightrope like this before...... The most dangerous time, I think about it, haha, it must be to sneak into the Dragon Clan's holy mountain to snatch world-class props, at that time, it was a sensation on the whole network, I don't know how many people knelt down to beg for a live broadcast of pictures and texts......"

"President!"

Seeing that Qi Guangming had an incessant tendency, the faces of the two guild leaders sitting behind him turned red, and they pulled the hem of his clothes hard, so that Qi Maniac broke free from the memories of the past.

"Ahem, it's my gaffe. Go on, let's go on. Qi Guangming was so embarrassed that he fidgeted.

But now even his nemesis Zhang Ze has no time to make fun of him. Long Yan and Yifeng glanced at each other, as if they had made a decision. Long Yan was silent, and Wing Feng spoke: "To be honest, the cooperation between Twilight Blade and Nodashiel has been a long time, and when Twilight Blade was not formed before, Long Yan and I were just the leaders of a fixed group. Nevertheless, we have had the privilege of participating in several major wars led by Nodashir. ”

"Danger? If the game world is still afraid of death, it will completely lose an enterprising heart. Wing Feng was smiling throughout.

"Dragonwing Legion, join the war!" Long Yan made the final decision.

"Our Galaxy Club is also in the war!" Qi Guangming said.

"The Emerald Sword will not lose to you Dragon Wing and Xinghe!" Zhang Ze and Qi Guangming stared at each other again.

Needless to say, before Charles left, he handed over the command to the dwarven warrior Todak and temporarily managed the team for him. Todak said in a deep voice at this time: "Let me make an alliance with you on behalf of Nordahir, high-five!" ”

……

On the other side, the Dark Temple.

The residence of the high priest Isaac was already piled with corpses and pools of blood.

Ingrid and Charles stood in the relatively clean hall with a restored ceiling overhead. Anastasia, the wind djinn, takes the form of a maelstrom of wind and battles a large group of temple guards outside the courtyard.

"How's it going, has the notification arrived?" Ingrid asked curiously.

"Well, they'll come." Charles said confidently.

"Well, there must be witnesses to the story, and one person's story is inevitably too boring. I prefer multiplayer stories where fate weaves entanglements. Ingrid chuckled, "Then, according to the plan, let my minions cause as much trouble as possible." She'll draw all the temple guards over...... Even the great armies that are out will have to go back to defense. ”

Charles knew that the Wind Djinn Hero Lord had this ability, so he nodded. (To be continued......)

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