Amos climbed out of the ground with difficulty, his white scales turned red, and the whole dragon was filled with heat, like a crayfish that had just been out of the pot. It lay on the ground, opened its mouth and spit out a mouthful of mud, and at the same time a stream of white smoke emerged from its throat.

Bah bah bah bah bah!

Amos was scared and almost played. Fortunately, there was a system that analyzed the way to escape from death in a short time. While being pressed by skeletons, Amos used fossils into mud and successfully hid in the underground a few meters deep.

Despite this, the sound and vibration of the explosion could not be avoided. Its head was still a ball of paste, and the hot high temperature almost roasted it.

But it did not have direct contact with the fireball, and the dragon scales had extraordinary defense.

So although it looks so embarrassed, it is believed by the Red Dragon, but it has not suffered any other substantial damage except for being a little shock and a little dizzy in its head.

The old shaman looked at the white dragon that was coming out in disbelief. Suddenly, its face changed, its body hunched down, and its originally bulging muscles began to slowly shrink and become smaller, and its wrinkled skin was pressed against the gradually atrophic muscles.

Damn it!

No time left!

The old shaman covered his chest in pain, gritted his teeth, and took advantage of Amos's moment of being stunned. The skull of the staff in his hand broke away from the staff and flew out silently. The skull opened its jaw and bit it towards Amos.

Weiley found the flying skull, blocking her brother's tail wheel, and hitting it on the skull, knocking it away.

The moment he contacted, the skull bit Weili's tail. In front of the skull's pale teeth, Weili's hard dragon scales were like paper, and the skull flew backwards with large pieces of flesh and blood.

Hearing his brother's painful groan, Amos finally came to his senses and looked up and saw the old shaman holding the skeleton staff, turning around and running towards the city.

Escape?

impossible!

Amos overturned his guess and had no time to think about it, so he quickly got up and chased the old shaman. It had a premonition that the old shaman had a way to turn the tables.

Weili and Elena also followed their brother to chase after him, but before Vili could run far, he fell to the ground weakly, and dust filled with dust.

Elena quickly stopped to check, but saw that the flesh and blood on the wound that Waile was bitten by the skeleton turned black, and the unknown gray-white lines spread around the four wounds like living creatures.

"curse?!"

Wiley lay weakly on the ground, his body trembling slightly, it gritted his teeth in pain, and his throat made a muffled groan.

Seeing this, Elena quickly casts a spell to help Willie suppress the curse. Amos looked back at the painful Willie, and his anger ignited from the bottom of his heart, squeezing his physical strength and continuing to chase. It now wishes to swallow the old shaman alive.

A big body means a big step. Amos soon became not far from the old shaman. He jumped up with his feet, raised his neck, and opened his mouth wide to bite the old shaman's head.

The old shaman flashed into the path between the houses on the side. Amos tried too hard, and the thirteen-meter-long giant beast knocked down several ogre earth houses, and a large ball of smoke and dust rose.

The dragon's tail swung outside the smoke and dust and crashed towards the old shaman. After a loud bang, a row of houses collapsed.

Amos raised his huge head and poked his head out of the dust. The old shaman had disappeared from his sight.

Amos' wings shook and flew into the sky. The strong wind flapped his wings blew away the smoke and dust from the collapsed houses, revealing the messy ruins below.

In the sky, Amos looked down at the city below, and the army was fighting together, with the sound of killing shocking the sky. The room next to the battlefield had turned into a ruin. Under the influence of scattered magic flames, the entire city was filled with black smoke, and the air was filled with a choking smell of burnt.

The sky had a wide view. Amos soon discovered the figure of the old shaman, but there were three identical old shamans walking around the streets and using the cover of the houses to run in different directions.

Mirror!

"scanning!"

After several years of growth, Amos' mental power has increased greatly. Now, when the mental power covers up to 50 meters, and when the mental power is released in one direction, the scanning distance is as long as 150 meters, and the safety time of the wartime auxiliary mode has also been extended a lot.

However, after so long battles, the safety time of the combat assist mode has already expired. Amos's mental power is exhausted. It endured its head that was about to explode, squeezed its potential, and forced the system to scan.

Finally, Amos discovered some clues. The old shaman was very cunning. His body blessed the invisibility technique and ran in front of a clone, confirming the supreme saying that the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Unfortunately, this famous saying doesn't work in front of hang b.

Amos took the trick and pretended not to know, flew towards the clone that was the second closest to the old shaman's true body. With one claw, the clone disappeared.

The old shaman felt a little relieved and deceived it.

Amos pretended to be angry, roared and flew into the sky, rushed towards the clone behind the old shaman's body. The air slid across the scales, and the whimpering sound of wind came from his ears.

As he approached his clone, Amos suddenly accelerated and grabbed the invisible old shaman with one claw.

not good!

The old shaman all had his souls. He turned around and threw out the skeleton staff in his hand. The skeleton staff turned into a 5-meter-high skeleton with his hands, and he hugged Amos with his arm.

Amos was very confused: Why is an ogre shaman full of undead equipment?!

Before it could think about it, there was a skeleton hanging on it, and it continued to move forward, and the dragon claws grabbed the old shaman who was turning around.

The old shaman was severely injured. He raised his head and spewed out a mouthful of blood, flying backwards. His aura suddenly weakened and his appearance became even more aging.

It hit the wall of the house next to it, holding the wall hard, and stood up. The dragon claws left three blood marks on it, and it cut from the pipa bone to its abdomen, almost breaking the old shaman's belly, and blood gushed out of the wound.

The old shaman shook his hands and summoned a second-level ghost wolf of the size 1. He lay on the back of the giant wolf. The ghost wolf took his master and rushed towards the center of the city without any concealment.

Amos, who was entangled by the skeleton, was about to chase after him, and the skeleton bit Amos' neck. The White Dragon Lord quickly supported the skeleton's head with his front paws. Amos couldn't break free for a moment, and watched the Goblin and the old shaman run further and further away.

Amos finally took off the skeleton's head, stomped the skeleton's head, pulled off the bone-like arm that was still holding his tightly, and threw it on the ground.

The wings shook and rose into the air and continued to chase the old shaman, but unfortunately it was too late.

The Ghost Wolf took the old shaman and ran to the destination - the altar in the city center.

The old shaman placed Vili's flesh and blood on the platform at the top of the altar and sat down. Its back against the cold rocks of the altar, clinging to the Caucasus skull with one hand and covering the wound on his chest with the other hand, blood was constantly lost through the cracks of his fingers.

The old shaman gasped, his eyes unraveled, and he looked at the white dragon getting closer and closer in the air.

Amos looked at the altar below, feeling mixed feelings.

The white dragon used a curse to deal with Gurgaru in the morning, and at noon the old shaman threatened himself with a curse.

Retribution in this life!

Amos fell on the square in front of the altar, and things came to this point, Amos calmed down instead.

It also looked at the old shaman on the altar calmly. The old shaman has now returned to his original appearance, with thin bones, sunken eyes, and blood carrying vitality, constantly losing from its body. If it is not treated in time, it will definitely not last an hour.

"White Dragon, ceasefire, sign a contract!"
Chapter completed!