The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 464 The mark of the three-headed dog (two more!)

From the specifications of the beam of light, it can be seen that there is no doubt that this is the style that a true artifact should have.

And it should have no owner now, after all, if there is an owner, it will not give feedback if it is spying on life.

Unless its bearer is insanely weak...

Yi Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, he naturally wouldn't be dazzled by the beam of light given by the artifact.

His gaze was placed beyond the golden beam of light: the ominous black that was as thick as an abyss and deep, this was the first time Yi Qiu had seen such an aura of doom.

Yi Qiu even smelled a few traces of the familiar sacred aura from it—it was the supreme power mastered by the gods.

If Yi Qiu's guess is correct, at least several gods are paying close attention to this artifact.

The artifact is like the pasture thrown to the sheep by the shepherd, as long as the shepherds in a circle are eligible to compete for this rich delicacy.

Although the vicious dogs in the next circle can't eat pasture, it is undoubtedly what they don't want to see for the sheep to eat pasture and become stronger.

All in all, there is now the deepest mud pit, and various forces are jumping down.

how?

Fei Le-Xila looked at Yi Qiu who was staring at the void without speaking, and couldn't help but said.

That's not our stage...

Yi Qiu touched his bald head and said.

A green dragon nestled in the primeval forest knew about the artifact, and Yi Qiu felt that there must be various conflicts hidden in the sun.

That was not an area he was familiar with, and he didn't want to be involved in such a complicated situation.

His primary goal now is to achieve legend, and other things are secondary.

Death in the comprehensive network will only cause weakness of the soul, but the gods have the ability to follow the network line to trace back to their hometown...

Actually, I don't have a strong need for artifacts.

If you are not reconciled, I can help you point out the possible general direction.

Yi Qiu looked at Feller-Sila and said.

No... I know my level. It would be foolish for a young dragon to compete for something coveted by a group of ancient dragons.

Ferrer-Sila looked at Yi Qiu who was continuing to practice the skin-scratching activity and said.

Of course she was also moved, but seeing Yi Qiu's indifferent expression seemed to affect her to a certain extent, and made her calm down.

Sometimes, it's not that people's intelligence is not enough.

But in the face of great temptation, the role of intelligence is sometimes not as useful as people think.

Or, to put it simply: out of mind.

This is the drop of the green dragon...it seems to have a lot of resentment towards you.

Ferrer-Sila threw a gray-looking spar to Yi Qiu. After Yi Qiu took it, the palm stained with dragon blood immediately dyed the spar bright red, and Yi Qiu's retina also refreshed. The item information is displayed:

Konakis' Grudge:

Type: last wish props (used to receive the corresponding last wish task)

Item Level: 15

Last Wish Mission:

The resentment of Konakis before he died became an unwilling dragon soul, and it vowed to put its sufferings on other creatures.

Task requirements: Kill the creature before the death-begging expression event is completed (0/10)

Task Reward: Unwilling Dragon Soul (one of the materials for making Necromancer Dragon)

Yi Qiu looked at it and put it directly into the item backpack. He had already done the last wish mission once.

He vaguely remembers that it was dropped by a very stubborn druid, the purpose of which was to try to guide him to deal with nature more harmoniously.

But after all, the value values ​​of the two are very different, and Yi Qiu can recall it now because of the bird's feather that he has been wearing all the time.

Let's go to the dragon's lair, maybe we can get some gold back.

After tearing apart the green dragon swiftly, Yi Qiu washed the sticky dragon blood from his hands and said to Feller-Sila.

Although contractually speaking, these spoils belonged to Yi Qiu, but Yi Qiu was not so stingy with things other than magic items.

After speaking, Yi Qiu grabbed Feile-Xila, and then flew towards the huge ancient tree that the green dragon flew out of in the billowing black mist!

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vomit……

Looking at Feile Xila who was retching at the entrance of the dragon's lair, Yi Qiu had an innocent expression.

Ferrer-Sila was not because of Yi Qiu's flying skills or fear of heights, but purely because of the strong stench after Yi Qiu tore and disassembled the green dragon with his bare hands, she suffered a ton of olfactory blows.

Dragon's blood is very fishy, ​​which has something to do with the active energy particles it contains.

Therefore, all dragon blood ink needs to be processed by magic crafts, and it is not very reliable to directly use dragon blood as ink or material.

This dragon lair seems to be a little different from what I imagined...

After breathing the fresh air outside for a while, Feller-Sila, who had returned to normal, looked at the various ores piled up in the huge tree hole and said subtly.

For the dragon hunters, the dragon lair is a place of very special significance, and it occupies a rather strong color in the inheritance records of the dragon hunters.

But now, Ferrer Shila, who entered the dragon's lair for the first time, only got full of frustration:

The golden ocean and the colorful gemstones shining with the charming light of gold coins in the records have become so far away.

At this moment, Ferrer-Sila deeply realized a fact: what distinguishes dragons is not only race and age, but also rich and poor...

Yi Qiu glanced around, and in the state of spying on his life that hadn't disappeared, he accidentally found a faint golden light shining among the full ore.

Yi Qiu used Shi'e to roughly pull away the pile of minerals that had been crushed so hard by the green dragon, and found what looked like a piece of blue spar.

Yi Qiu reached out to pick it up, and with a cold feeling in his hand, a piece of item information was refreshed in his retina:

Mark of the three-headed dog:

Item type: Bloodline material (racially limited to canines)

item description:

This is the bloodline imprint left by a three-headed dog before returning to the Styx, and it can be used on eligible creatures to inherit the bloodline of the three-headed dog.

The three-headed dog is a mythical monster that has been spread far and wide. They are often active in the passage between the material world and the underworld.

The three-headed dog is between the living and the dead. It can walk freely in the material world and the underworld, and can bite the soul of the enemy.

It feeds on the soul, but it has flesh and blood.

Some archmages like to use this kind of monster as a defensive creature in the laboratory or mage tower, because the three-headed dog has an extremely long life span, and some can even survive for tens of thousands of years.

Of course, the strength and longevity of the three-headed dog are derived from the soul.

In the absence of sufficient souls as nourishment, a three-headed dog is not much stronger than a griffin.

Yi Qiu stroked his bald head, and when he saw this, he suddenly remembered the white wolf that he raised in the decaying city...