Sang Ni has been boring lately.

Yes, since the bear child in Hegaral village was scared away by her, no one dared to approach her little garden again.

As a dead person, she doesn't need to eat and sleep, which makes her time pass longer.

"Alice dear~" she called lazily: "Do you have any place you want to go?"

"Does the Elf Sacred Tree count? Although I can't go." Erie Weier said without looking back.

"...Also." Sang Ni knew the meaning of the sacred tree to the elves, and changed the subject wittily: "Then we go to Sarros?"

When parting ways, Sannyis felt that it was enough for the necromancer who killed them to die, but Tharos was different. He returned to the mercenary group he was loyal to during his lifetime, and seemed to continue to trace the traces of other evil necromancers.

"Yes." Ai said that it didn't matter: "You can still make money in the mercenary union to take over a mission."

"I still think about it again." Sang Ni was a little depressed.

At that time, she vowed to say goodbye that she had seen through the world, regarded money and fame as dung, and wanted to live a hermit life in the homeland of Guiyuan. However, in less than three months, she felt that she could go to the land in peace.

The left cheek is under eighteen palms of the dragon, and the right cheek is ecstasy, crackling. Is her lich shameless?

Elveille had long seen that she was dying to save her face, but she was too lazy to expose her: "I'll go and see if my crescent grass is blooming."

"Yeah." Sang Ni nodded.

Before Eri died, she was an elf. The life of this race was originally very long, and her nature was easy to meet. Don’t look at Eri’s appearance as a human child about ten years old, she has actually lived for more than three hundred years.

These three months were not even a small stay for her, after all, she had not moved her nest in the sacred tree of the elves for the first three hundred years.

"My mobile phone, computer, online games, novels, TV series... I miss you so much..." Sang Ni slumped on the bed with both eyes blankly.

Although this is actually the thirteenth year of her journey.

And here, she still hasn't found the meaning of her existence.

"Some people are alive, but they are dead, and some people are dead, but he is still alive." Sang Ni said to himself: "Then what am I? Half-dead? I'm not alive? Just let it go?"

After thinking for a while, I felt even more boring.

Sang Ni got up from the bed and walked out of the hut, looking at the round and big moon, feeling that his heart was full of thoughts and feelings that are common in poetry appreciation such as homesickness, memory of friends, nostalgia, nostalgia, and nostalgia for the past and present. head.

Lickers is also poetry.

While she was brewing, a particularly dazzling star suddenly appeared next to the moon.

Sang Ni exclaimed: "This is the legend... Weiyueyan rushing to the moon?"

When she was shocked at whether any favorite concubine of the imperial royal family was going to return to the palace, the star became brighter and bigger, and even gradually surpassed the moon...

This rush, the queen is afraid it will not immediately be cold.

"Sanny Ess! What are you in a daze!" Not far away, Erie Weier ran over and pinched her arm and shook her vigorously: "That thing in the sky is coming in our direction!"

"I'm not a queen."

"What does this have to do with the queen?" Erie Weier was really going to be overwhelmed by her anger.

"It means," Sang Ni visually inspected the distance and speed of the UFO, and replied confidently: "The thing will not hit us when it hits it."

"It will just fall outside the fence."

"How do you know?" Ai Li asked puzzled.

"Because—" Sang Ni motioned to her to turn her head and look outside.

At the same time, there was a loud sound of heavy objects falling, and the blazing fire was burning.

The protective barrier around Hegalar Village lighted up, absorbing the vibrations and flames from the ground, and the people in the village were unaware.

When the dust settled, Sang Ni removed the enchantment, with an unpredictable expression: "Study mathematics, physics and chemistry, and you won't be afraid to fight all over the world."

What about the fall radius and momentum impulse?

Elviere looked numb: "Although I don't know what nonsense you are talking about... but it's fine."

"Walk around." Sang Ni pulled her across the field and across the fence, eagerly eagerly leaning in front of the large, high-altitude falling object: "I'm telling you that Cybertronians emigrated like this back then..."

Elviere: "..." Forget it, as long as you are happy.

A huge pit with a diameter of almost fifty meters was smashed out of the fence, but it was not very deep. Obviously, it was buffered before it finally landed. The flames gradually extinguished, revealing the contents inside.

It is a half-dead dragon.

"The goddess of nature that I admire..." Erivier was so shocked that she even said her past prayers.

The dragons of Weilan mainland are powerful and detached.

Most importantly, the number is small.

The number of pure-blood dragons on the entire continent that can go to the sky, plus the number of unshelled ones, is about one thousand, and there are 1.5 billion humans in the entire continent, which is a relatively small number of elves and dwarves, and it is counted in tens of thousands.

"Western dragon..." Sang Ni whispered quietly after seeing the whole picture of the dragon, a little disappointed.

"What are you talking about?" Erie Weier did not hear clearly.

"It's okay." Although Sang Ni wanted to describe to her the kind of dragon in her memory, it was obviously not the time: "The vitality of the dragon is too strong, it didn't fall to death."

"It's impossible to fall to death." Eriweier saw the curse corroded wound on the left wing of the giant dragon: "But this curse can't be solved, you may not get a complete dragon bone before tomorrow morning. ."

"The keel seems to be very valuable." Sang Ni shrugged: "However, since they have all fallen to the door, let me save them for the time being."

In order not to let the residents of Hegaral village create more strange talks, Sang Ni arranged hidden enchantments around, and the hill-like dragon disappeared outside Hegarar village together with her idyllic hut, without knowing it. Of people will bypass this area directly.

The dragon has a lot of injuries, but the most serious is only the Corruption Curse of the Undead system spreading from the roots of the wings. The curse has been going on for some time. If the dragon is not big enough, it might not even have bones left, but Even so, the curse has corroded half of the dragon's wings.

However, it stands to reason that with the thick skin of the dragons, this curse should be unbreakable.

In the darkness, Sang Ni's empty eyes lit up with soul fire, and the cursed runes were directly attached to the wound, which was dazzling in her perception.

So the wound is there, and someone painted the rune on the wound.

Sang Ni felt a little uncomfortable.

This kind of curse that has a strong effect and can cause damage to dragons cannot be prepared in a short time. Just drawing the complicated spell requires long-term contact, and it is not a doctor who can touch a place like a wound. Close friends, the latter is more likely.

"Typically take advantage of his illness to kill him." Sang Ni sighed and began to relieve the curse.

This kind of curse is very rare, and theoretically only the person who casts the curse can solve it, but Sang Ni is an exception.

First of all, she is a lich, a top necromancer alive, and a top undead creature after death; second, although she wants to be humble, the necromancer who cast the spell is indeed weaker than her, much weaker...

Her method was simple and rude, she directly chanted a stronger undead mantra to cover the original one, and then untied the curse that she had chanted.

"Eri, do you still have any curse for healing?" Although the curse is gone, but in the irreversible process caused by the curse, the dragon's wings have also lost half of their wings.

"If I hadn't changed from a woodland elf to a death banshee, I might still have it." Erie Weier did not shy away from it.

"Yes, the Undead System has always been heavily biased, and the points are all based on the dark attribute." Sang Ni helplessly: "Trouble, there is no healer who can cure the dragon around here, and it is impossible for us citizens like Sanwu to treat such a big dragon. Smuggling to the big city."

"There's no way, wake up first." Eri Weier has not yet fully adapted to her post-death status. The treatment process used to be simple for her, but now it is completely unworkable.

"Hmm..." Sang Ni recalled several spell effects used for mental and soul attacks in his memory, and discussed with Erie Weier: "Why don't you try? I'm afraid I will curse the dragon to death if I use too much force. "

"Okay." Elevier felt that it was indeed possible: "I will try."

The death banshee, who was once a female elf, is very special among the undead.

Their attacks are called desperate wailing, directly acting on the spiritual level, reflecting the attack, and even directly shattering the soul.

As for whether or not to wake up a comatose dragon, no one seems to have tried.

Elvéeville adjusted it and took out the serious attitude of praising the goddess of nature before, and sang an elf children's rhyme too lightly.

Sang Ni: "..." I'm really particular about it.

However, the dragon's eyelids didn't move.

The banshee's wailing is a mental attack. Whether it is yelling, screaming hysterically, or even singing a prayer of light, it does not affect the effect, but in order to control the intensity of Erie Weier, the additional magic power is very small.

Sang Ni knew it, but she couldn't help complaining about Elevier's tortoise behavior: "Does your elves feel uncomfortable if you don't express your artistic sentiment that you have nowhere to put it?"

Allie Weier instantly exploded her hair: "I love to sing like this, so hold back and don't listen!"

It may be that the wailing skills have not been fully recovered, and the magic power attached to her words is much higher than just now.

This attack didn't feel at all to Sang Ni, but wailing was an indiscriminate attack.

The dragon next to him quietly opened his eyes.

The golden pupils were full of violence and chaos.

A sharp pain came from the roots of his wings, and the fragmentary wounds all over his body consumed his little reason.

He felt two dark breaths beside him, like the person who wanted him to die.

The remaining dragon inflammation formed in the mouth.

The black and red flames sprayed in front of the defenseless Elevier almost instantaneously, and Sang Ni had no time to speak, so she could only be pulled away by a teleportation technique.

However, they dodged, not far away from the fields and houses.

Above a blazing sea of ​​fire, the screams of the Lich echoed: "My skeleton!"

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Dragon breeding is risky, operation needs to be cautious

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