Part-Time BOSS Chapter 123: memory
Murphy found himself in the darkness, and a deep voice whispered in his ear.
"Run, the adventurers are coming, they brought knives and swords, magic and magic, they will peel your skin, drain your blood, and take off every scale of yours."
A subtle sense of fear caused Murphy to open his eyes. Before him was an open valley, where countless black dragonlings were playing and playing.
Murphy looked forward blankly, and he found himself floating in the air with a pair of young wings flickering. For a few seconds, he thought he had gone back in time, back to himself as a young dragonfly , but immediately he discovered that this was not the case.
"Run, you're an adventurer!" There was a shrill scream, followed by the sound of flapping wings.
Arandall? This is Arundel's memory, I'm—dreaming? Mo Fei came back to his senses suddenly, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw groups of black baby dragons fleeing wildly along the canyon, followed by groups of adventurers, whose appearances could not be seen clearly. The weapons of his weapon were very clear, bows and arrows and lightning were flying all over the sky, and the young dragons fell from the sky one by one.
Don't run, don't run, fight, fight them!
An anxious voice cried out in my heart, it was the voice of Arundel.
Arandall spat out a fireball with all his might, but the fireball shattered on the flame protection barrier, and then countless fireballs shot there, with no exceptions.
Another rain of arrows came, and more whelps fell from the sky.
Run! - run! Arundel gave up the fight and fled with his companions.
The slaughter continued, with fewer and fewer companions, until it rushed into a dark cave, leaving only a whelp.
The scream of the dying dragon came from outside.
Fear, despair, anger, all kinds of negative emotions intertwined in the heart. At this moment, the figure of an adventurer appeared at the entrance of the cave. His figure was pitch black, and the sword in his hand looked like a black silhouette.
At that moment, there was only despair in Arundel's heart.
The next second, dragon fire fell from the sky, drowning everything, including the adventurer who couldn't see his face clearly.
When Arundel flew out of the cave, what he saw were charred corpses burning all over the place, and—a huge figure flying across the sky.
"It's Lord Neltharion!" Arundel thought excitedly.
"It's Deathwing!" Murphy suddenly thought.
Looking at the still burning flames around, the young black dragon had infinite yearning in his heart, I also want to have that flame, that deadly flame.
When the screen turned, Murphy found himself soaring in the air, his wings flapping powerfully, the ground was covered with flames and thick smoke, magma was flowing on the ground, and fire elemental creatures lived among them.
Arandel landed slowly. It was looking for the flame it yearned for, and looked at the flame spirits jumping in the lava. They played and played in the flames, emitting light and heat, just like back then It and its partners.
A fire spirit absorbs a large amount of fire power and begins to evolve. It gradually grows bigger and becomes a fire elemental. Its body is orange-yellow, bright and warm, scorching and blazing.
"Can you lend me your fire?"
"Go away, black dragon, this is not the place for you."
The fire elemental spewed flames at him, and the scorching flames seared its outer skin.
That's right, it's this flame, this fierce flame!
It was a little happy and a little angry. It just wanted to borrow some flames. It tried to reason with the fire element, but it only gave him back more violent flames.
It spewed flames towards the Fire Elemental, but the Fire Elemental was unharmed. It waved its minions, but was burned by the flames.
Arandel retreated slowly, and the fire element was pressing on him step by step. Suddenly, a strange creature emerged from the ground. It bit the fire element and sucked it into the body like smoke. The lower half of the body struggled to escape, but it went out after a few steps, leaving only a ball of glowing red crystals.
Arandel looked at the strange creature. It was an ugly monster. Its pitch-black body was like coke, with only a faint flame burning on its chest. It had a pair of coal-like eyes, "The little black dragon , stupid black dragon, do you want that pure fire? Then only by plundering, they will not give you this good thing, only by plundering, you can take them for your own use."
The briquette monster pointed to the red crystal on the ground, ate it, fused it into your blood, gathered it into your heart, and made your flame more pure. "
"Like you just now?"
"Like I just did."
There was only joy in Mo Fei's heart. He felt that the fire monster in front of him was a very good person.
He swallowed the fire element in one gulp, the flame scalded his mouth and tongue, burned its throat, and burned it in excruciating pain. The young black dragon rolled all over the ground, but gradually, the flame really turned Becoming a part of its body, it spews out flames, which are as hot and violent as the fire element.
"You're not dead? Interesting, interesting—look, look, what did I say, devour that flame, make them one."
Screen switching——
"Run, it's Arundel!"
The fire spirits are running around, they jumped into the magma, trying to escape, but Arundel is not afraid of the lava, it fishes out the fire spirits from the lava, and crushes them one by one, just like crushing one Ants, the scream of the flame spirit is like the sound of a candle being extinguished, small and imperceptible, Adlar feels that he is playing an interesting game, swallowing the essence of the flame into his stomach.
Swallowing~IndoMTL.com~ Swallowing more, Arundel spewed flames, the flames were golden yellow and looked very pure, even more pure than the flames of the fire element.
Not enough, not enough, more is needed.
It looked at the briquette monster, the flame on the briquette monster's chest flickered, even through the thick charred body, it still exuded attractive light and heat, there must be more flames there, etc. It came to its senses, its dragon claws had pierced the monster's body, and dug out its heart. It was a ball of fire, the flame was golden yellow, with a strange blood red, beating , as if alive.
The briquette monster didn't curse, but just looked at him with burning coal eyes, "Swallow it, Arundel, swallow this flame, make the flame pure, use your pure flame, let the world return to its most primitive state. "
Arandel swallowed the flames, he watched the briquettes turned into a pile of black, burnt ashes, he felt the intense burning and pain in his heart, and he screamed out the flames , the color of the flame is pure and white, it is the pure flame of Arandre.
(End of this chapter)
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