Edwood thought that there would be a great battle, but he didn't expect the dragon to be so vulnerable. Could not help being overjoyed. He took the magic from the stick and shouted sharply: "Since you are afraid, tell me your real name. Then make a blood oath with me."
"Wow, mother..." Willa sobbed a few more times before reacting.
She raised her head timidly, saw Lorraine not far away, she wiped away her tears suddenly, and said firmly and tremblingly: "I...I'm scared, but I'm more afraid that others will laughI have no taste. I am a proud dragon, no matter what, I can't lose the glory of the dragon~!"
Edwood was so angry that he suddenly screamed, "Okay, very good."
After speaking, the staff swung, and then released the spell again.
The cold gust of wind rushed towards Willa with countless howling ghosts, making an extremely sharp cry.
And Willa screamed again, holding her head in her hands, lying on the ground, crying loudly, "Mom..."
Although as a giant dragon, this crying behavior when facing a powerful enemy is indeed a bit embarrassing, but Lorraine has a strange admiration in his heart. Maybe she was not strong enough, maybe she was afraid, but she still did not give in, did not give up her dignity, did not choose to give in to the dark lich.
Edwood saw that there was no way, so he had to remove the fear spell. Then, just to be on the safe side, a death net was added to her to prevent Willa from escaping.
In the end, he stood opposite Willa and took out a few materials from nowhere, and then sang something in a low voice while regularly sprinkling those materials on the ground.
Willa also stopped crying at this time, staring, watching his behavior carefully, and asking timidly, "You...what are you doing?"
Edwood smiled strangely, then straightened up and said: "This is a black magic circle. Through it, it can be used to force the two sides to conclude the blood oath of master and slave. It is just right, praise the great demon God Hades. ~! I came out this time with these things on me, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."
He took out something again, threw it to the ground, then raised the staff high, his lips began to move quickly. He said the spell loudly.
Edwood used a strange rhythm, repeating the same words and sentences, but they were not the same. The voice is getting higher and higher.
The valley gradually fell into a dead silence, and even the wind stopped.
Lorraine was numb all over, but the feeling did not disappear. With the grotesque syllables, he gradually felt a sense of oppression getting stronger and stronger, which almost made him breathless.
At this moment, saw the general black mist slowly rising from the ground, began to rotate rapidly with Edwood as the center, and then gradually reduced, gathered, and finally turned into a black spot, gathered on his staff. The top.
Edwood read a spell out loud, and then pointed the staff at Willa. At that moment, Lorraine faintly saw something flying from the top of his staff to the dragon.
Then, the dragon began to roar loudly. She curled up, her limbs tensed, and backed hard, but she seemed to be dragged by something and couldn't take a step back.
As if a century had passed, and as if only a second had passed, a small blood bead slowly emerged from Willa's eyebrows. It hovered in mid-air for a while, and then slowly flew towards Edwood. go with.
Willa saw the blood-red bead, and her eyes suddenly showed shame and fear, like a trapped lion, roaring again and again, and at the same time, as if tied by a rope, she tried hard to After pulling.
The little blood bead paused in the air, and then slowly flew back.
Edwood didn't dare to neglect it, and pulled up the staff with difficulty, at the same time, chanting the spell loudly and quickly.
The blood red bead began to move slowly in his direction again.
Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, ... getting closer, getting closer.
Seeing success in sight, Edwood's carrion face gradually showed a grin of satisfaction.
He didn't notice that even though Lorraine, who was holding the dagger tightly next to him, was held there by the spell, the blood from the wound still kept flowing down. The blood slowly followed his arm, flowed through the back of his hand, soaked the handle of the broken sword, and finally disappeared strangely on a gray stone at the sword's corner.
As the blood flowed more and more, the stone flashed suddenly, then again, and then flashed faster and faster, and finally lit up, emitting a faint milky white light.
The light is getting brighter and brighter, extending like a substance, turning into a white lightsaber.
Lorraine felt a warmth coming from his hand, and the fingers holding the sword suddenly jumped involuntarily. Then, the numbness subsided like a tide. He couldn't help but swayed and almost fell to the ground.
Lorraine knelt on one knee and looked at the white sword in his hand in confusion, trying to figure out what was going on, but because of excessive blood loss, his mind kept buzzing and he was so dizzy that he couldn't think. And looking at everything is vague.
He shook his head vigorously, then as soon as he looked up, he saw the battle not far away. Seeing the dragon's gaze asking for help, he couldn't help but felt a shock and came to his senses.
He held the long sword, stood up slowly, and walked hard towards the lich.
Edwood did not notice what was happening behind him, and was fighting with Willa for the blood-colored bead with all his strength, watching the blood-colored bead getting closer and closer, and it had reached his hand. A smile appeared on his face, and then he opened his claws full of withered bones.
Just when he was about to get the blood bead, he listened to a familiar voice behind him and said softly: "Fuck you."
Just after he was stunned, Lorraine raised the long sword and stabbed him in the back.
Hearing only a soft sound of 'puff', the sword pierced Edwood as easily as through cream.
Edwood didn't care, and laughed jerkily again.
He raised his hand and slapped Lorraine to the ground, then leaned down, looked at him condescendingly, and said disdainfully: "I told you that I am a lich and I will never die. You need a few times to be able Learn a lesson?"
Lorraine looked up at him, a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes. But then disappeared.
He spit out a mouthful of blood, and then said mockingly: "Really? You still see what this is?"
His left hand opened, and something flashed in front of the lich.
Edwood's eyes were phosphorescent, and he looked into Lorraine's hand. I saw a shiny blood red bead in the center of his palm. It was the blood oath that he had tried his best to obtain.
He was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He let out a hoarse roar, stretched out the dry bone claws, and grabbed Lorraine's hands.
Lorraine backhanded without hesitation, stuffed the blood bead into his mouth, then raised his neck and swallowed hard.
Edwood grabbed his collar and hissed, "Spit it out.
Lorraine opened his mouth, in a singing tone, smiled and said, "I can't spit it out."
Edwood looked at him ferociously, a smirk suddenly appeared on that carrion-filled face, and said: "Do you think I can do nothing about you? Just take your belly before you merge the magic beads. Cut it open. The Oath Orb is mine."
As he said, a cold light flashed. A small sharp machete appeared in his hand. Immediately, he stabbed him and went straight to Lorraine's throat.
Lorraine hurriedly swung his sword to block.
The sword was only touched, and there was a soft sound. The scimitar was cut into two pieces by the sharp sword.
Edwood was taken aback, and then he noticed the long sword in Lorraine's hand, and said in amazement: "What kind of sword are you, so sharp? Why haven't I seen it?"
Lorraine saw that he succeeded in hitting his hand, slammed the sword, and said triumphantly: "...I am a Shangfang sword. I took the star iron that fell from the sky and practiced it in the Vulcan furnace for seven or seventy-one days before it was made. ..."
He glanced at the lich, and added: "Don't worry about the sword, let's take a look at your wound first~!"
Edwood was taken aback when he heard the words. He lowered his head and took a look. He was immediately taken aback, and found that he was caught in the wound, with white smoke emitting from the wound, and also making a snoring noise. And because of Lorraine's deliberate delay, the wound seemed to rot and grow bigger and bigger.
Edwood faded suddenly, screamed, and backed quickly.
Lorraine climbed up from the ground with difficulty, insisting on trying to chase it, but was disappointed to find that in a moment, the lich disappeared into the mist.
He looked at the thick mist, hesitated for a moment, and stopped.
At this time Willa complained loudly: "What are you doing in a daze? Come here and help get me out of this net."
Lorraine agreed, but still held the long sword vigilantly to prevent the Lich from suddenly jumping out of the mist to attack, and then stepped back step by step.
He came to Willa's side, looked at the magic net, and then waved the long sword. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the sword was really powerful, and only a single sword tore the big net open.
He slashed the net with his sword and helped Willa get out of the net. He complained: "You are a dragon, and you are also a blue dragon known as the king of magic. Why are you so stupid? Even a lich Can't beat it? Just put a forbidden spell over it, isn't it easy to kill that guy?"
Willa suffocated, then lowered her head in shame, and said in a low voice: "Actually...I am not a pure dragon."