Accidentally raised the dragon crookedly

This dragon whistle seemed to burst out from his memory, the golden pupils opened slightly, and at this moment, everything in front of him was still.

There was light rain under the gray sky, and there was a sticky smell in the air. Two tall and straight men were lying on the endless grass.

A gray-haired man laughed heartily, wiped away the raindrops on his face, turned his head and said to the other person: "Oli! This fight is really comfortable! I haven't done this for a long time. Happy!"

The person lying on the grass next to him also smiled when he heard him say this.

The long silver-white hair was beaten into strands by the rain, and some of it stuck to his cheeks.

He stood up and responded, "Yeah, we haven't fought in nearly a hundred years."

This person's voice sounded very vicissitudes, but it carried an irresistible coercion.

Yilu couldn't see the other party's face clearly, and Yilu tried to walk in front of them through layers of fog, but it was always in vain.

who are they?

"Joel, you old man, do you really think I dare not kill you?!" There was a gloomy roar from the black mist, and then a terrifying black dragon stomped on the edge of the bone. All the corpses, like a demon crawling out of purgatory.

The white dragon, who was almost as tall as him, gave a cold snort, as if he dismissed his declaration, Joel roared not to be outdone, "Witchell! Now it's your turn to threaten me? Forget how I was bullied by me back then. Hit the ground?!"

"Hahahahahahahaha!!!" The black dragon seemed to be annoyed, and the anger in the silver-gray eyes became deeper and deeper, "Joel, you are really like that dragon! Then you go to die!"

The huge dragon wings slapped the wind crazily, and all the dry trees around were uprooted, forming a hurricane vortex in the wind, and the ground shook. Fortunately, Joel's huge body covered Yilu, and Yilu was able to stand a little bit.

The storm was too strong, and he struggled to get close to a gap between the dragon's wings and the dragon's body. In the gap of less than five inches, he saw the appearance of the black dragon.

There are scars all over his body, most of which seem to be from a hundred years ago. His dragon wing seems to have been broken by someone, and the bone on the left looks like it has grown back. Coupled with the opponent's terrifying size, it really looks like it. What a legendary devil.

"go!"

Joel sent Yilu to the mountain spring with all his strength, and charged straight at the black dragon, one black and one white, fighting in the air.

Yilu, who was hiding under the mountain spring, calmly watched the fight between the two of them. When he and Joel were training earlier, he found that the opponent was very strong.

Even though he is an old dragon now, his strength should not be underestimated.

And this great elder obviously knew Joel.Yilu saw that the white dragon was slammed by the black dragon's tail, almost falling from the sky, and his heart sank slowly.

Joel may not be able to beat such a savage force.

However, even after hundreds of years, why did Joel look like he was running out of fuel, but the Great Elder didn't change at all, and he still looked like a man in his prime.

too weird.

Before Yilu could figure it out, his keen intuition told him that danger was approaching.He quickly adjusted his posture, and as soon as the killing intent flashed across his golden pupils, he broke through the water and came out.

As soon as he landed, he heard a violent explosion, and the mountain spring where he was hiding just now had been completely exploded.

"Little guy, are you Mir's son?"

The dark voice of the black dragon sounded from above, and Joel, who was imprisoned in the distance, glared, "Witchell! He is Mir's child! You can't hurt him!"

Witchell clicked his tongue in annoyance, and directly stabbed Joel in the stomach.

"...Joel!" Yilu saw that Bailong's snow-white belly had been cut open, and bright red blood sprayed out, and finally couldn't help growling.

Witchell heard the voice and looked at him with interest, "You can still talk, I thought you would hide behind him for the rest of your life."

He lowered his head to meet Yilu's scarlet eyes, and smiled again and again: "Don't worry, it's just a mere stab, he won't die. My favorite is to kill him one by one."

Yilu swallowed a mouthful of blood, and looked at him coldly, "You came looking for me, what's the use of killing him."

A sharp dragon thorn suddenly drilled out of the ground, piercing Yilu's arm completely in an instant.

"……Well……"

The tearing pain almost made Yilu's face change, the veins on his temples bulged, as if he was enduring great pain.

The black dragon's paws pressed down on his neck, and there was a strong anger in the dark, "Your indifferent attitude really makes me uncomfortable."

This looks like that person.

The more he thought about it, the deeper the anger in his heart became, and the force under his claws became heavier and heavier.

Joel braced himself up and shouted almost at the top of his lungs, "Witchell! He's Mir's child!"

"I know! You don't need to tell me!"

The black dragon was furious, and smashed Yilu to the cold and solid cliff next to him with a flick of his hand. Yilu fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, and the cliff behind him fell to pieces.

"Little guy, change back to your original form. I want to see how powerful Mir's son is." The black dragon's eyes became more and more crazy, and his wings couldn't help trembling.

As he wished, the ruins in front of him exploded violently, and a silver dragon violently charged into the sky. His body was stained with blood-red color, and his beautiful and huge wings looked sacred and bleak in the sky.

Silver...?

Witchell frowned, his eyes seemed to eat Yilu, he looked at Yilu strangely, and said with a half-smile: "Your skin is only five points similar to your father. "

"He is him, I am me."

Yilu glanced at him indifferently, even though his body was covered with blood and wounds, he didn't bother to lower his head to talk to him.

This feeling made Witchell resentful, and for a moment Witchell seemed to see the shadow of Oriste.

He is also so lofty, even if his blood is sucked by him, he will never lower his noble head.

"Little guy, I've changed my mind," Witchell chuckled, "I'm going to dig out your heart today."

"Witchell!"

The black dragon roared angrily and flew towards the silver dragon. Its huge figure almost covered the whole world. The silver dragon looked very weak beside him. He bit the silver dragon in the most savage and brutal way of the dragon clan.

Yinlong was not stupid either, he knew that he could not defeat the opponent with force, so he chose to use spells to deal with it.But who is Witchell?He is currently the dragon with the highest combat power in the Dragon Clan, and a trivial spell can't catch his eyes at all.

Soon, all the bones on Yinlong's body were exposed, and there was not a piece of good meat all over his body. The bloody appearance looked much more terrifying than that of the black dragon.

Yilu found that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't fly anymore when he fell, his vision became more and more blurred, and he fell to the ground hard with a bang.

"Hahahahaha! Mir! Your son is such a waste!"

Seeing the black dragon laughing wantonly in front of him, Yinlong closed his eyes unwillingly.

he is too weak...

"Yilu! Stand up!" Joel's heart-piercing roar became farther and farther away, and Yilu bitterly thought that he might really not be able to stand up this time.

When the thoughts were heavy, someone opened his mouth.

"Yilu, his name is Yilu." A slightly vicissitudes voice came from the depths of his mind.

who...who is talking...

"Your Majesty the Dragon God, if you fail this time..." "I won't fail, my blood is flowing on his body, and the future of the Dragon Clan depends on him."

The scene in front of him became more and more clear. Yilu saw a terminally ill man looking into the distance on the black planet in a trance, and beside him was a warrior in armor.

The warrior said again: "Orister, are you really leaving?"

"My life has come to an end. Over the past few hundred years, I have watched the dragon clan become prosperous little by little, and I have seen them lose their heart and kill endlessly. Sometimes I feel that the decisions I have made are all wrong. .”

"Your Majesty the Dragon God must not say that! If it weren't for you, I would definitely not be called the God of War now! You gave me the chance!"

Oriste turned around, his golden pupils had already dimmed, but even so, he could glimpse a little bit of his brilliance back then.

"But now I'm going to deprive your child's soul, don't you hate me?"

The warrior smiled brightly, "For the future stability of the dragon clan, I am willing to give everything, and I will not hold grudges against you."

After hearing this, Orist sighed a long way, "I don't know what the fate of this child will be... If he does something that endangers the dragon clan... then kill him."

The warrior said anxiously: "But he is you..."

"What I want is a tool to make dragons better, not a factor of destruction."

So I'm just a... tool...

Yilu opened the corner of his mouth, revealing a gloomy smile.His blurry eyes were slowly opened, and the golden pupils were soaked in blood red. He stood up staggeringly, his voice hoarse, "Tools...why...why!!!"

Before Witchell could react from the fact that he was not dead, he saw a sudden change in the situation, the surrounding wind howled, and all the trees and water were sucked back into the sky, which was terrifying.

Not only Bai Guya, but even all the creatures in the Dragon Clan's territory outside were swept into the air, and the wails of the creatures resounded through the sky.

In less than a moment, blood rained and crackled.

"This……!"

In the end what happened? !