C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons

"You can't have such a long foreign name for something presented to the current queen mother. The old Buddha will be angry when he sees it."

"Master Chen, don't worry, I'll give you an auspicious name."

In the winter of 1897, Friedrich bid farewell to his fellow Lionhearts in the name of inspecting the remains of the Mountain King, and came to this ancient city that had been separated for hundreds of years at the behest of his teacher Carl von Gambett.

Hiding in the secret party, relying on the secret party's resources and forces to dig the dragon's heritage in the troubled times. The most important thing is to find Li Wuyue, and even the wreckage of the Supreme Being.

"I'll take a homonym for the name, Feng Long, Feng Long, Feng Chao Xinglong."

Fenglong, Fenglong.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest hitting the leaves, why not sing and walk slowly. The last name will be the word "Lin."

"it is good!"

Lin Fenglong is now wearing a sky blue jacket, a felt hat, and a fake braid hanging from the back of his head. It couldn't be more worthwhile to gain some people's trust just by changing your outfit.

Master Chen wears a little red hat with a sapphire in the middle and a lapis lazuli bead on it. This is the fourth-grade officer of the current dynasty.

The man with the face like crown jade stretched out his hand to Lin Fenglong to signal that it was time to hand in something.

"First, when I go to northern Shaanxi to dig something, no one should stop me, and no one should ask me about it;

Second, I want a good ocean-going cargo ship, the sailor's words matter;

Third, it is up to you to dedicate things to the queen mother, and I am just a warlock who seeks wealth and honor from the people. "

Master Chen felt very miraculous when he heard the German guy put forward the conditions in a sincere vernacular.

"Row."

Lin Fenglong handed the two volumes of manuscripts to Lord Chen. This is the pure-blooded dragon's technique for cultivating high-level dead servants and controlling them. It can transform living people into undead disciples with infinite strength and fear of death.

"This is the manufacturing method of Controllable Deadpool. You have more than three generations of keels and flesh and blood of real dragons, and there are also many alchemy alchemists.

I will give you the technology, and you will concoct the specifics yourself. I especially don't see blood. "

"Dead Servant, is it an undead disciple?"

"Call it whatever you want."

Master Chen flipped through Lin Fenglong's manuscript, and overexcited, the golden pupil ignited on its own.

"The third volume, what about the third volume?"

"Gone."

Lin Fenglong took out a glass tube from his pocket, in which blood was flowing with dark red and a strange luster.

"Holy medicine, that is, the blood of the real dragon. There is not much in the world, so save it. After this is done, I will give you another one."

Master Chen hurriedly caught the fetal blood, and his extremely handsome face was quite hideous at this time. He understood that fetal blood was the third volume. Only this thing can concoct a real high-level undead.

"What about you, you took these out just to dig an ancient tomb in northern Shaanxi? The Queen Mother doesn't know how many rewards will be handed down. What do you want to ask for?"

With these two volumes of secret techniques, Master Chen has a thousand miles ahead. In a happy mood, he pretended to like Lin Fenglong.

"I see that Liulichang is very lively, leave me a hall, and when I retire, I will go there to retire.

By the way, Mr. Lu, where is the house of Lu Shanyan's family? "

Hearing Lu Shanyan's name, Master Chen suddenly felt disgusted.

"You'd better stay away from him. He's an idiot who doesn't know the heights of the world after entering the Capital Tongwen Museum. He also learns German and German artificial guns. I think he will even want to cut his braids one day.

He didn't even think about it, if the Qing Dynasty fell, there would be no place for him in the world! "

"Tell me where his house is."

Lin Fenglong's tone remained unchanged. At least for "Friedrich", Lu Shanyan is one of his few close friends. Yamahiko was stranded in Germany and could not return. He was entrusted to report safety to his family.

......

Compared to his talent, his home is rudimentary. A deserted small courtyard, except for a small path, the ground is covered with thick snow, and there is a large plane tree in the courtyard.

Shan Yan said that he was engaged at the age of 14, married at the age of 15, and his wife was virtuous. After coming into contact with new ideas, he resisted having three wives and four concubines, and it was even more impossible for him to divorce his original spouse.

Lin Fenglong reported safety to the hostess. She is a beautiful woman, tall, with picturesque eyebrows and smart eyes. She is also a mixed race, but her ancestry is not high.

He brought Yamahiko's kids a Bianchi bike that he could ride for a few years older. There is also an Audemars Piguet gold watch and a box of orange candies.

Lin Fenglong sat in the courtyard and watched the snow. He didn't communicate much with Yamahiko's family, he just smiled.

The little boy hid behind the wooden door and exposed most of his head, secretly looking at the foreigner who claimed to be his father's friend, with a piece of orange candy in his mouth.

The German looked up and let the snowflakes of 1897 fall on the hard skin.

In today's world, the secret party is strong, and there are a lot of people like Lu Shanyan in this land, which is not good. He prefers to inject a powerful medicine into the rotten things, so that the power of human beings will be consumed in the alternation of the old and the new.

If it's not necessary, Lin Fenglong doesn't want to let everything go that far.

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In the summer of 1898, Menek restored and improved the taboo technique, which he named Burst Blood.

In the spring of 1899, the Count of Cassel proposed a new Far East strategy to the emperor, believing that the implementation of a constitutional monarchy in the Qing Dynasty was not suitable for the current situation.

In the winter of 1899, a special collection was transported to the Cassell estate, and the elders kept the contents of the box secret. And Lin Fenglong gave birth to awe and fear of the things in the box.

In the spring of 1900, Lin Fenglong came to northern Shaanxi again. Jingbian, unified Wancheng.

"My side unifies the world, and the ruler over all nations."

Lin Fenglong stood on the towering white city wall, the wind was dry and slightly cold.

Helian Bobo ordered the construction of the capital city of Daxia in the fifth century AD, and named it Tongwancheng. But he died of illness only ten years later, and the Great Xia Kingdom soon fell to the ground.

This white city has changed hands many times in successive wars, and finally disappeared in the dust of history. It was only a few decades ago that local residents discovered the traces of Tongwancheng, but only called it "white walls".

The inspiration in his heart became stronger and stronger, and Lin Fenglong knew that he had finally found the right place.

The speed of the secret party far exceeded his estimation. "Egg", part of the Supreme's flesh and blood fell into their hands; and Menek restored part of the road to conferring gods... Can't let it go any longer.

Hundreds of laborers were excavating the ruins at the same time under his command, while Lin Fenglong turned on Yanling·Kama Itachi and collected all the subtle sounds.

"North!"

Underground on the north side, there is a large area of ​​​​the cavity.

In the middle of the night, the laborers dug up the slate. In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, this middle-sized German easily lifted a boulder weighing several hundred kilograms and stepped into the dark entrance alone.

Finally, finally...

He easily avoided the traps set by the human alchemists, closed the fine scales to block the invasion of mercury vapor, and came all the way to the door of the tomb.

Lin Fenglong smashed the stone door of the tomb with a heavy punch, but was stunned in place.

Someone has already been here, probably a tomb robber. The tomb was empty, with only messy dust footprints, and sawdust scattered on the stone platform.

Extreme excitement turned to despair, and then to ecstasy in an instant. It is so, it is so!

He sensed the spirit in the tomb, stretched out sharp dragon claws toward the air, and disappeared in the center of the tomb.

In the Nibelungen, a black coffin was placed on the stone platform of the tomb.

The person who sealed Li Wuyue was worried that tomb robbers would release the ancient dragon, so they sealed the coffin in the miniature Nibelung root formed by the spiritual escape of the Dragon King. It's a pity that this barrier stopped the ambitious man and the thief, but it couldn't stop his loyal servant.

Lin Fenglong stepped onto the stone platform and carefully used a hunting knife to pry out the nails that sealed the coffin one by one.

The moment he opened the coffin, tears poured out of his eyes, and anger burned in his heart. How dare they, how dare they treat you like this!

He pulled out the spikes between the boy's eyebrows, heart, throat, and limbs, cut his wrists with a hunting knife, and let blood flow into the boy's dry body from his mouth.

The noble lord, after more than 800 years, finally opened his golden pupils again, still with such a youthful appearance.

Lin Fenglong knelt aside and told the lord about the world today. The boy's plain face was expressionless, just listening and studying silently.

"Put these things back." There was a loud noise in his throat that didn't match his face at all.

Lin Fenglong noticed that the lord had not healed the wounds pierced by the spikes.

"Send me into the hinterland of the secret party you said. Let me kill the chaos with my own hands!"

"Kill the chaotic party!"

Lin Fenglong slightly damaged the recorded spell on the long nails, except for the one between the eyebrows, which was nailed back to Li Wuyue's wounds one by one.

The lord closed his eyes, he covered the coffin, and sealed the coffin as it was.

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1900, the night of September 21.

Two hours ago, the black coffin where the lord was located was unloaded from the Queen Mary and transported into the Cassel Manor.

Lin Fenglong completely opened up the field of the weasel. As a second-generation species, he can collect sounds within a diameter of two kilometers at most. All the Deadpools in Hamburg and the nearby cities have woken up and rushed to Cassel Manor.

A "general" made of fetal blood, 36 "attorneys", and 108 "pawns", which are reinforcements for allies.

And the monarch is about to wake up.

The undead army raided Kassel Manor, while Lin Fenglong was commanding from a distance, observing the battlefield.

At the moment when the kingdom was rising, he took out the black-covered notebook and crossed out the names on it one by one.

23:48, Angers, death.

23:49, chief, tiger, death.

Early morning ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ Iron Cross Mayek, death. Silver Wing Charlotte, death.

1:24, Friedrich's teacher, the Marquis of Gambett, dies.

1:28, soot, death.

1:33, ghost, death.

1:35, Lu Shanyan, died.

Lin Fenglong was sitting on the fence, and Kama Itachi kept bringing news of death. His face was completely contorted, howling and laughing.

This is a grand mourning and the day of the dragon's return.

In the dark night, Cassel Manor suddenly emitted a white light that was blazing brighter than the sun, burning everything up. Even though they were nearly a few hundred meters apart, Lin Fenglong lost consciousness in the high temperature and explosive wind.

In the early morning of September 23, a pair of blood-stained hands opened the door to the cellar of the Cassel Manor.

Revenge, only revenge!