The Rise of the Cemetery

Cook also tried to capture some bone dragons as his mounts before, but his too weak body was blown up by his old opponent before he got close to him. So acquiring a flying mount with strong protection has always been Cook's permanent heart disease.

Cook hid in the dark and stared at the huge ghost dragon that was constantly circling and flying in the sky, showing off its power, and silently observed its flying method and action habits. If you want to capture this flying undead dragon, you only have one shot. Once the surprise attack fails, for an undead dragon that is frightened and flees desperately, Cook will not be able to catch up even if he grows two legs.

After another 3 quarters of an hour, the zombie lord Mok finally prepared all the items he needed and delivered them to him.

A moment later, the zombie lord who had been a turtle for several days suddenly appeared on the highest lone peak of the Red Ridge Mountains, and roared to the ghost dragon hovering under the heavy lead-colored cloud. In addition to shouting and jumping, the zombie lord also hammered his thick and tough chest frantically, making various provocative and obscene gestures with his hands.

"You want to trick me into going down?"

Moros is not those stupid zombies who only know how to live in ignorance. Ever since he became a ghost dragon soaring in the sky, his vision has suddenly broadened. Just received the warning message from Stratholme from Skeleton King one moment ago, and such a strange thing happened the next moment, Moros smelled a strong smell of conspiracy from it.

As expected of a simple-minded undead creature, even arranging a dangerous situation is so fruitless.

Flapping the huge Deathwing, Moros watched boredly the clown-style hard-working performance below, and couldn't help but yawned loudly, two thick gray-black smoke columns spewed out from his nostrils.

A loud dragon chant suddenly resounded through the sky, and Moros groaned, retracted his wings, and started a high-speed dive with a group of bone dragon men.

A 30-meter-long behemoth hangs down from the sky. Even without any attack effect, it can crush most small and medium-sized creatures with just the terrifying impact force.

The figure was falling sharply, and the cold wind shuttled between the bones, bringing out a shrill sound like howling. An undead dragon with solid bones is like a bull running in the sky, swooping down with unreasonable and violent momentum, as if it wants to crush the zombie lord alive.

Fuck...don't really rush down, right? !

Mo Ke, who was still working hard at the performance, suddenly became a blockbuster. Seeing the behemoths swooping down like bombers with piercing screams, he turned around and ran away.

Those who don't run are fools! With such a big body and such a fierce speed, any guy who hit him would be the result of a direct instant kill, which made him how to deal with the enemy calmly.

It's a pity that with the short legs of the zombies, no matter how hard they run on the ground, they can't compare with flying in the sky.

The distance between the two sides is rapidly narrowing.

two hundred meters...

100 meters...

fifty meters...

At a height of only 50 meters above the ground, Morosu unfurled a huge death wing surrounded by black smoke. It was obvious that he had already charged to the limitless speed, but with the opening of the bone wings, Moros's huge figure suddenly turned around, and his body began to pull up rapidly after sticking to the ground.

As one fell, the ghost dragon's black, smoky body scratched a shallow gully on the ground, and the spindle-shaped bone dragon tail hit the ground, directly smashing out a deep pit like a spider web. And taking advantage of this opportunity, the ghost dragon sprayed the long-prepared shadow breath directly at the fleeing zombie lord.

To be honest, this simple dive and sharp turn is also the result of the ghost dragon Moros's hard work for many months.

From a zombie body to a ghost dragon, the top-level creature in the cemetery, what needs to be changed is not only the body and mentality, but also the instinct engraved deep in the soul. From walking upright with two feet on the ground to soaring into the sky with wings of death, I am afraid that only Moros knows how much effort it takes to reverse the nature of the soul.

From the beginning of the "baby dragon" who could fly down casually, to now being able to skillfully use the unique dive pressure of the dragon clan to join the sharp turn attack, which fully demonstrates the achievements and hard work of Moros during this period.

Following him, 5 cursed auras of black light also followed the shadow breath and chased after the zombie lord's back.

It can also be seen from this that in the plane world, the excellent innate biological template has a huge impact on magical creatures.

The zombie lord Mok is not inferior to the ghost dragon Moros in terms of rank alone. If we only take the superficial data as an example, there seem to be a dozen. But if the innate templates of large and small creatures are taken into account, the gap between the two may be several times, tens of times magnified.

Just like it is now, a random hit by the ghost dragon Moros is enough to hit the zombie lord severely in an instant.

Just when several attacks were able to catch up to Mo Ke one by one, there was a muffled hum, and a piece of rough bluestone as big as a millstone blocked Mo Ke behind with splashes of mud. The shadow breath and many cursed auras instantly submerged the bluestone, and the splashing shadow power eroded the surrounding air and sizzled.

When the blue stone passed through the power of the permeating shadow, the original huge size had been reduced by half, and it rolled and flew away on the ground for a long distance before coming to an abrupt stop, and a one-meter-high earth dragon swung along the way.

The accident happened suddenly, and this kind of accident also shocked a group of undead dragons to slap their wings hurriedly, wanting to return to the free sky. It's a pity that before they could pull up their heavy bodies, the sound of sharp weapons piercing the air suddenly came out, and the piercing sonic boom shocked Moros's mind.

The five black lights in the mid-air are like arrows that leave the string, and they have shot in front of the ghost dragon's body with lightning speed. Judging by its castration, if Moros' figure is pulled up, he will just send himself in front of these attacks.

Moros was chilled for no reason. He didn't care about the next thing. He retracted his wings of death, and his huge body surrounded by black smoke suddenly curled up into a ball, and his figure dropped sharply towards the ground. An attack from nowhere.

Five black iron spears flew past Ghost Dragon's side with a humming sound, obviously a little too high. But the ghost dragon Moros was also forced to the ground by the opponent.

His body was still rolling on the ground, and Moros already knew that something was wrong, so he turned around, and the 5-meter-long spindle-shaped bony tail viciously swept past him. And it even opened its mouth wide, exhaling quickly towards the place where the spear flew out just now.

Since there was no time to prepare, this breath was too hasty, far less powerful than the last time. However, the shadow breath of the 18th-level ghost dragon must be able to temporarily block the enemy's offensive.

It's a pity that this idea hasn't finished spinning in his head, a fist suddenly broke through the block of the shadow breath, and hit Moros hard on the front of the huge nose.

Fist to dragon flying!

The terrifying force of the impact smashed the huge skull of the ghost dragon up high, and the whole body could no longer control its balance, and it rolled and flew out all the way. Due to the sudden incident, Moros didn't have any mental preparations at all, and fell into a dizzy head, unable to distinguish east, west, north, south.

After he managed to stabilize his figure, he finally saw the opponent who was rushing towards him - the bone skeleton.

Of course, this can never really be a low-level white bone skeleton. Combined with the internal communications he received just now, Moros understood almost instantly who the culprit who attacked him was the legendary skeleton Cook, the Bone King.

Time was running out and he couldn't allow him to think too much.

Almost as soon as he thought about it, that Cook had already approached him again.

"Wow..." Moros suddenly let out a shrill howl like a wounded puppy. He turned over, his whole body was skeletal, and as soon as he lowered his head for a short sprint, he collided with Cook's fist again.

The two outrageous forces collided suddenly, and the energy in the field was immediately emptied, and the wind blew violently. With the impact point as the center, a ring-shaped shock wave swayed countless dust and gravel and flew out with overwhelming force.

This time the fight was obviously better than the last time, at least Moros adjusted the direction and angle of the impact in time, and was not sent flying like the last time. But even so, his terrifying cranial spikes were blown to pieces, bent and broken.

Suddenly, there was a light hey from the dust that dazzled people's eyes. Cook, the bone king, withdrew his fist in surprise, and kept looking at the tyrannical and strange undead dragon in front of him. It was not without any loss for Cook to approach the opponent's side with the shadow breath just now.

At this moment, on its smooth and slender crystal bone hands, there are still a few clusters of shadow flames burning tenaciously. However, as the power of death in Cook's body spit out, these shadow flames with erosion and corrosion effects were immediately destroyed.

Well, it's really good.

The better it looks, the more urgent Cook's desire to subdue this undead dragon became.

To be powerful and powerful, it also has a powerful shadow breathing ability. Judging from the strength attributes I experienced just now, this kind of shadow breath also has the characteristic of consuming vitality. If I am not a body of the undead, I am afraid that I will suffer a lot if I am too weak to guard against it. In addition, looking at the fighting process just now, the opponent's autonomous intelligence is obviously not low.

Such an undead dragon is just right for me!

Thinking of this, Cook looked at Ghost Dragon again with an unconcealable eagerness and hotness, just like a lustful hungry wolf seeing a peerless girl. Of course, this desire to pierce the soul also stimulated the soul of the ghost dragon Moros, and the whole dragon looked bad!

Almost without the urging of outsiders, the skeleton and the dragon just looked at each other for a moment, and then fought together again.

To be honest, Moros was not that arrogant just facing a legendary warrior-type bone king.

It's a pity that I know the pain.

In this close combat situation, he couldn't return to the sky safely.