"Exerting allegiance in exchange for survival?"
Red Iron Dragon tilted his huge head slightly, as if he was really considering Lich's suggestion.
After a few seconds, he opened his mouth wide and showed a smile.
"That sounds quite nice, but... I refuse."
There aren't many complicated reasons.
Garos smelled the smell of lies in the other party's words. He didn't think he had any tyrannical aura. A shake of the dragon's body could make a resentful old monster who was once a Legendary Realm human but now Undead Lich sincerely surrender.
If the other party is just an ordinary Lich, or he is also a Legendary Realm, he may consider accepting this dangerous "tool".
But the situation is different now,
A Legendary Realm Lich whose character is inevitably distorted and uncontrollable due to the transformation of the undead, a time bomb that may have an unknown trump card and may backfire at any time.
The risks far outweigh the benefits!
To be on the safe side, Garos decided to take the crudest, simplest and most direct method - destroying the opponent.
Once it's over, there will be no future troubles.
After hearing the dragon's final words, Lich's face was distorted with anger, and he began to struggle and resist violently. The last trace of Negative Energy burst out from his withered body, trying to make a death struggle.
"Stupid! Damn dragon! You have no idea what you're giving up! You will later--"
Click! Click...!
Garos clenched the dragon's claws without hesitation.
The claws are entangled with violent Bloodburst lightning and deep black and red Dragon Qi, grinding back and forth like a millstone.
In the end, accompanied by a brief but extremely sad soul scream, Lich's fragile body could not withstand this destructive force and turned into powder.
Garos spread out its huge dragon claws.
In the palm of the hand, there was only a handful of ashes mixed with blackened ashes and energy residue, which fell rustlingly and was blown away by the night wind at the bottom of the pit, leaving no trace of its existence.
"My lord."
The figure of Xia'er appeared quietly. He looked at the scattered ashes and suggested in a low voice. "Both Lich and Necromancer are notorious for their endless life-saving methods and weird resurrection abilities."
"Do we need to find a way to thoroughly purify this area? Just in case."
Red Iron Dragon waved his huge paw nonchalantly and said, "There is no need to do anything extra. I am sure that he is already dead."
Xia'er seemed to still have doubts, and continued, "With all due respect, in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, I think it is best for us--"
Before he could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by the dragon.
"Huh? Are you teaching me how to do things? No one can survive the claws of this dragon!"
"It didn't happen in the past, it doesn't happen now, and it won't happen in the future!"
Hearing these self-willed and extremely arrogant words, Xia'er was slightly startled, and then quickly lowered his head.
"Please forgive me, my subordinate is talking too much."
Soon after, with a deafening sound of breaking through the air, the huge Red Iron Dragon spread its wings, soared into the sky with scorching air currents, and disappeared into the vast night sky.
Flower Lord Xia'er also left soon after.
Dead silence returned to the giant pit.
After a while, a group of Dragonkin family members of different shapes and races poured into the battlefield like a tide.
They cleaned up the mess, collecting scattered valuable magic items or materials; gathering the piles of undead remains; finally, raging flames ignited, completely incinerating all worthless residues, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.
Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye it was night seven days later.
The moonlight is clear tonight, and the bright moonlight pours down from the sky like mercury, spreading over the devastated earth, and quietly spreading into the huge pit with a glazed texture.
It was completely silent except for the cool night breeze that occasionally blew through.
More than half an hour passed.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew out of nowhere at the bottom of the pit.
Grains of strange dust that cannot be detected by the naked eye and contain weak soul fluctuations are quietly rolled up from the ashes and crystal gaps in various places in the huge pit, and converge towards the center of the pit bottom as if being pulled by invisible hands.
There are more and more of these dusts, gradually condensing and outlining a shriveled humanoid outline.
Lich Phillips, revived again.
To be more precise, he did not really die, but deceived everyone with an extremely clever method of suspended animation, so he could reappear in the world without relying on Phylactery.
"Stupid and arrogant Dragonkin... has no idea of the power of the Legendary Realm's methods."
"Necromancer After studying the mysteries of life and death, do you think you can really kill me completely with brute force?"
Lich came out with an extremely weak whisper, and a trace of complacency could not be suppressed on his face, which was barely covered with flesh.
The moment his Pseudo-Legendary Realm was completely shattered, he had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. Without hesitation, he used up all the remaining energy and cast the life-saving spell at the bottom of the box, trying to save this body, otherwise he would start a long sleep again due to the weakness of his soul.
But no matter what, he still suffered an unimaginable blow this time.
Whatever he originally planned to do next would be severely delayed.
"Damn you, I've recorded this account!"
"I swear on my soul that when I return to the Legendary Realm, I will transform you into my most powerful undead slave! I will imprison your consciousness Eternal Realm in that powerful dragon body, torture and insult you repeatedly every day!"
"The next time we meet, I will definitely let you experience what real fear is!"
Phillips gritted his teeth and listed Red Iron Dragon as the number one target alongside Lothern Saint-King who must be revenged.
You Blue Dragon's soul fire rolled weakly, and Lich struggled to cast a low-level invisibility spell to cover up his weak aura, then staggered out of the dead pit and staggered away in the direction of his secret cave in the distance.
At the same time.
Deep inside Conifer Valley, Garos had just completed a set of extremely high-intensity physical exercises, and his whole body was steaming with heat.
During the short rest, he closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling the subtle changes and slow repair of his body after extreme exercise.
Suddenly, as if he felt something in his heart, he suddenly opened his eyes, and then took out a piece of Communication Stone that was trembling slightly.
No sound or image appeared on Communication Stone. It trembled extremely briefly, and the rune mark representing Flower Lord Xia'er flashed on its surface.
Then, it became completely silent, without any response.
It was as if the vibration just now was just an illusion.
Garos rubbed his chin covered with thick scales, his gaze seemed to penetrate through the mountains, looking towards the direction where he had the decisive battle with Lich, and he let out a low and clear hum.
". Tsk."
"Necromancer, it's really not that easy to die."
"I just don't know if he has refined Phylactery. If he does, haha, that would be great for me."
This is not the first time Garos has dealt with Necromancer.
He still clearly remembered that when he encountered that group of low-level adventurers in Iron Fir Hills, he was deeply impressed by the performance of one of them, Necromancer.
If he had not been cautious at that time and decisively added a Dragon Breath to whip the corpse, I am afraid that the guy would have successfully escaped.
Even the lowest level Necromancer is so good at pretending to be dead.
A former Legendary Realm Necromancer transformed into Lich? He has mastered the secret skills of saving life, feigning death, and escaping from the shell, and there will only be more.
Does the other party have a trump card? What is it specifically?
Garos It's true that we can't be completely sure.
But he knew very well in his heart that the other party would not be completely killed so easily.
So, at the edge of the giant pit, he pretended to be absolutely confident and disdainful of Xia'er's suggestions, and rudely interrupted the other party's reminder, showing the image of a headstrong dragon who believed in his own power. In fact, after leaving, he ordered Xia'er to lurk near the ruins of the battlefield day and night, closely monitoring all abnormalities.
As a result, just as he expected - the guy was resurrected.
"Phylactery from Lich, this is an extremely precious thing. Perhaps, Dragonforged Transformation Ritual can use it."
Red Iron Dragon shook his huge head and took back his thoughts.
The next moment, he stretched out his dragon wings, waved lightly, and his huge body instantly tore through the night sky, shooting straight into the starry night sky, and then galloped away in a certain direction.