When I wake up, I'm married and hostile [Quick wear]

When Xiao Yijue was about to be driven mad by the little ancestor he picked up, Baozi rescued him.

Baozi took out a copy of "Daddy's Guide" from nowhere, and after giving some random pointers, Xiao Yijue coaxed the little boy to sleep.It didn't take long, and Andrich let out a dragon cry, which almost woke up the ancestor again, and Xiao Yijue was frightened.

Fortunately, the little boy turned over in his arms, and then fell asleep, showing no sign of waking up.

Xiao Yijue couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, raising a child is too much effort, fortunately he and Xiao Zhe won't have children!

Speaking of which, where is Xiao Zhe in this world?

He stretched out his hand and checked the affinity of the elements in the little boy's body, it turned out to be saturated with light elements!This means that he is not suitable for practicing undead spells. Xiao Yijue, who originally planned to save the country with curves, once again felt deep regret:

I'm so stupid, really.I only knew that I was saving a malleable talent, but I didn't know that he was destined to be my enemy.

Xiao Yijue really didn't know at the moment that Andrich, with his big mouth, had already publicized his imagined poignant love story to everyone.

The only Necromancer King who doubted this was also mercilessly reprimanded by Andrich.

"I saw it with my own eyes..." Bone Dragon faltered for a long time before choking out a sentence, "It looks very similar to my lord!"

The Necromancer Knight thought silently: Could it be a big skeleton frame and a small skeleton frame?

Immediately afterwards, he began to think about another more critical question - who would give birth to a skeleton?

In view of the fact that there is no solution to the above problems, no matter how extravagant Andrich's words are, the King of Necromancer Knights has an attitude of having nothing to do with himself, and his mood has not fluctuated.

After all, the mind of a dragon is sometimes much simpler than that of an orc, not to mention that this dragon is an idiot like Andrich.

He shut up and stopped arguing with Andrich.The bone dragon soon became complacent, flew over the town of Crimeuru and circled several times, and breathed out a few mouthfuls of dragon's breath like a demonstration.

The pope and the others below looked livid, but they had no choice but to rely on the support of the Dragon Clan.

But it wasn't until the moment the war started that the dragon clan was long overdue.

Millions of ghouls and gargoyles drowned humans and elves like a tide.The banshee king led the banshees, all uttering evil and sharp howls!

The silent and strange sharp blade cut through the throats of a large number of soldiers in an instant, and the nightmare from the abyss licked the blood stains on the dagger intoxicatedly, and continued to harvest the lives of the living like a death scythe in the next moment.

Among the demons, the fearful demon king family is singing a lament of fear. The mournful singing is intertwined with the resentful howling of the banshee, which intensifies the decadent atmosphere of death; the hell three-headed dog is running at the forefront, and its scarlet eyes are full of tears. Greed for the flesh and blood of the living; Crypt Demons are monsters with a human head and a spider body. They are good at hiding, and they use their slender and sharp spider legs to penetrate the heart of a warrior without knowing it, and suck the blood from the corpse...

The huge meat grinder sweeps across the corpse field full of bones, summoning skeleton warriors while releasing a terrible cloud of disease.Soldiers exposed to the plague cloud will immediately have yellow pustules on their bodies, and the poisonous gas in the pustules will continue to expand until the skin and flesh are cracked, and finally explode with a "bang", splattering blood and flesh spraying out corrosive poison.

What's even more frightening is that where there are corpses, there are undead!The companion who had just fallen turned into dry bones under the howling of the banshee in a blink of an eye, and turned to the original comrade-in-arms with swords.

Andrich and Beamons fought in the air, and the dragon wings flapped and set off a hurricane, but the wind did not blow away the thicker blood, but instead formed an airtight air shield.

The icy eyes of the Necromancer King swept over the giant frost dragon standing in front of the dragon formation.

He rode on the skeleton warhorse, and slowly pulled out the saber from his waist—it was something he had when he was alive.

The saber was originally golden, with a sacred rose pattern engraved on the hilt, and there were seven grooves on the body of the sword, inlaid with seven bright gemstones.

However, what he pulled out at this moment was a bone sword cast from white bones. The blade was once stained with his blood, so it had a strong resentment.There are still seven grooves on it, but each groove is inlaid with the heart-guard scales of the dragons who died under his hands.

For some reason, for the first time, such a strong killing intent sprouted in his heart, he must kill this dragon!No matter what the cost!

Abnormal flames burned in the pupils of the King of Knights who had never wavered. In an instant, his sword had already pierced the neck of the Frost Dragon, and light blue blood spilled on the sword.

The giant dragon backed away in pain, and opened its mouth wide to let out a mouthful of dragon breath.

The King of Knights lightly held the bone sword across his chest, and said in a low voice, "The grip of death."

The Frost Dragon was instantly pulled in front of the King of Knights by an unknown force, and he took his own dragon's breath.At the same time, the knight king's long sword slashed across his soft abdomen, and went straight to the protective heart scale on his chest.

"Ahhhh-"

The scream of the dragon sounded.

Both wings of the Frost Dragon were severed from the root by the Knight King's seemingly vulnerable rapier.

"My name, Seansis," no one could see, the face under the mask of the King of Knights revealed an extremely creepy smile.

He stretched out his pale hand, and ruthlessly pulled off the protective heart scale from the dragon's trembling body.

The light blue blood splattered on his terrifying mask, adding to the weirdness.

The giant dragon has been tortured to the point of fainting.

But the Knight King was not satisfied, he clenched his right hand into a fist.

"Strangle."

The Frost Dragon was dragged into the air, and the King of Knights smiled amazingly again, "Withered and withered."

In an instant, the scales on the dragon's body began to fall off bit by bit, and he fainted and woke up from the pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The howling dragon chant resounded throughout the abyss of the undead this time, and the fear and pain hidden in it made the undead tremble with fear.

Beams looked down, showing a look of horror.

How could it be...it was him?

With this distraction, Andrich found his opening.

He roared, and the bone wing, which was harder than the dragon wing, pierced through Beamon's abdomen, and Beamon fell down in disbelief.

Andrich looked at the tragic situation of the Dragon Clan, and felt a desire for revenge in his heart.

He swooped down to the side of the King of Knights, with deep hatred flashing in his eyes: "Give this guy to me!"

"No," the Knight King refused coldly, "he is my prey."

Andrich's expression turned cold. Amid the sky filled with resentment, the giant dragon's huge figure disappeared, and a young man with black hair and golden pupils walked out slowly.

"I'll ask again, will you give it?" Andrich's aura was released without any scruples. He no longer had the usual hippie smile, but truly revealed his bloodthirsty and cruel nature.

"No." The King of Knights looked at his face, and a corner of his heart suddenly moved—this was the first time he saw the human form of a bone dragon.

Andrich pursed his lips tightly, and a sharp long sword emerged from his right hand, but the King of Knights put the sword back into the scabbard.

"What do you mean?" Bone Dragon asked puzzled.

"The war is not over yet. I think we should settle the issue of spoils later," the King of Knights hit the nail on the head. "Fulfilling the wish of our Lord is our greatest mission."

"Hmm..." Andrich understood this, but he was still not very happy.

The bone dragon turned into a giant again and flew towards the battlefield in the east.The Griffin Knights there were killing the undead, but they were burned to the ground by the bone dragon with a breath.

On the battlefield in the west, Fan Tian wiped the blood from his face, and the hatred for that abyss lord deepened in his heart.In order to show off, he killed a small group of crypt demons as soon as he came up, and then helped people everywhere, and now his physical strength is almost exhausted.

"System, is there anything that replenishes blood?"

"Host, the luck value is not enough, so it cannot be exchanged."

"What?" Fan Tian was shocked, and immediately checked his information panel.

It used to be more than 1 luck points, but now there are only more than 1000 left!How can it be?Fan Tian's face turned ferocious.

"System, what's going on?"

"Host, except for the abyss of the undead, the luck points are constantly dissipating. Unless the host kills Siscal Via Carlos, the luck points you get will only get less and less."

Fan Tian suddenly realized: "Then he is the biggest villain?"

The system replied: "It all depends on the host's idea."

Fan Tian didn't understand the system's perfunctory, he was so stupid and arrogant, he didn't even know that he was being used as a gun, and he was still complacent.

After killing another wave of undead, he threw out a space scroll and escaped while no one was paying attention.

On the other side, the Pope, the Elf Queen and others are still fighting bloody battles.

As of now, more than half of the living have been killed or injured, but the undead are endless.Kill one, raise another...

The priests brought by the Holy See are simply not enough, and some of them have even run out of mana.

Saint Martha continued to use the Holy Light to assist her, but the war did not end until the bright gemstone on her forehead dimmed.Even if it is as powerful as a demigod, in the face of crowd tactics, there will be moments when mana is exhausted.

The Pope and the Elven Queen finally realized how stupid it was to provoke Siscal Viacarlos!This is still in the case that he himself did not make a move!

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

The pope's voice transmission reached the ears of every soldier. He tried to retreat in exchange for temporary peace, but this was obviously unrealistic.

The king of dead knights did not let go of this group of remnants and defeated generals, and the army of undead gradually crossed the sideline and marched towards the town of Crimean.

That night, a sensational event happened in the mainland. Siscal Viacarlos, the only lich lord in the abyss, his army of undead bloodbathed the entire town of Crimeuru, leaving no one alive!And threatened to continue to attack!

For a time, people panic.

It doesn't matter who did the "Santa Sula Massacre", anyway, it couldn't be done by the God of Darkness!

Humans, elves, orcs, and dragons all suffered heavy casualties. If they can't appease Siskar's anger, what awaits them will be a catastrophe!

The author has something to say:

Tell everyone a happy story.

A reader read the first two chapters of Ouxi Fantasy World yesterday.

Then he told me this morning that he dreamed last night that he used water magic!

This is how he described it to me:

You do not know

The feeling of using magic

Wonderful

fearful yet novel

Me: "..." Hahahahahahahahaha!Contract a day of laughter!

Then the article about grabbing the sofa has already been opened, it will not be too long, it is a short and cute work, let yourself go!

The cover was made by Liu'er and I, and he drew the two stick figures hahaha!