Amos climbed out of the ground with difficulty. His white scales turned red. The whole dragon was steaming like a crayfish just out of the pot. He was lying on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of soil and a stream of white smoke in his throat.

    Pooh, Pooh, Pooh!

    Amos was afraid, and almost gameover. Fortunately, there was a system to analyze the way to escape from death in a short time. Amos used fossils as mud crazily during the time when he was pressed by skeletons, and successfully hid several meters underground.

    Even so, the sound and vibration of the explosion could not escape. Its head is still a paste, and the hot heat almost baked it.

    But it has no direct contact with the fireball, and the defense of the dragon''s scales is extraordinary.

    So although it looks embarrassed now, it is believed that the red dragon, except for a little concussion and dizziness, has not suffered any other substantial damage.

    The old shaman looked at the white dragon in disbelief. Suddenly, his face changed, his body bent down, and his bulging muscles began to shrink slowly, and his wrinkled skin stuck to the gradually shrinking muscles.

    damn!

    There''s no time!

    The old shaman painfully covered his chest, bit his teeth, took advantage of the opportunity of Amos, the skeleton of the staff in his hand broke away from the staff and flew out silently. The skeleton opened his jaw and bit at Amos.

    Willy found the skeleton flying in front of his elder brother. His tail was round and he hit it on the skull and flew it.

    At the moment of contact, the skull bites Willy''s tail. In front of the skeleton''s pale teeth, Willy''s hard dragon scales are like paper paste. The skull flies out with a large piece of flesh and blood.

    Hearing his brother''s painful groan, Amos finally recovered. He looked up and saw the old shaman with the skeleton staff, turning and running to the city.

    Escaped?

    impossible!

    Amos overthrew his conjecture and got up to chase the old shaman before he had time to think about it. He had a premonition that the old shaman still had the means to turn the tables.

    Willy and Elena also follow the elder brother to catch up, but Willy has not run far, then he fell to the ground powerlessly, filled with flying dust.

    Elena quickly stopped to check, only to see Willie was bitten by the skeleton on the wound, the flesh and blood became black, unknown gray lines, like living creatures, spread around the wound.

    "Curse?"

    Willy lay on the ground feebly, his body trembled slightly. He bit his teeth in pain, and his throat groaned.

    Seeing this, Elena quickly casts a spell to help Willy suppress the curse. Amos looks back at the painful Willy. His anger is burning from the bottom of his heart, squeezing his strength and continuing to catch up. Now he wants to swallow the old shaman alive.

    Big body means big step. Amos is not far away from the old shaman. He jumps up with his feet, raises his neck, opens his mouth and bites at the old Shaman''s head.

    The old shaman side flashed into the side of the path between the houses, Amos too hard, 13 meters long beast knocked down a few ogre earth house, a large cloud of smoke.

    Outside the smoke, the dragon''s tail swung and hit the old shaman. After a loud noise, a row of houses collapsed.

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

    Amos wings a shock, flying into the sky, wings flapping the wind, the house collapsed smoke blown away, exposing the ruins below.

    In the sky, Amos overlooks the city below. The army is still fighting together. The room area next to the battlefield has become a ruin. Affected by the scattered magic flames, the whole city is full of black smoke, and the air is full of choking smell.

    In the sky, as like as two peas in the sky, Amos soon found the old Shaman''s figure, but there were three old samans, walking in the street and running in different directions by shelter.

    Mirror!

    "Scan!"

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

    However, after such a long time of fighting, the security time of combat assistance mode has already exceeded the time limit, and Amos''s mental power has been exhausted. He has to bear to explode his head, squeeze his potential, and force the system to scan.

    At last, Amos found some clues. The old shaman was very cunning, and the noumenon blessed the hermit. He ran in front of a separation, which confirmed the wisdom that the most dangerous place was the safest place.

    Unfortunately, this famous saying does not work in the face of hanging B.

    Amos, pretending not to know, flew to the nearest part of the old Shaman''s real body, clawed down, and the part disappeared.

    The old shaman felt a little relieved and cheated him.

    Amos pretended to be angry, roared and flew into the sky, and rushed to the back of the old shaman. The air glided over the scales, and the wind was whining in his ears.

    When he was near the separation, Amos suddenly accelerated, crossed the separation and grabbed the invisible old shaman.

    No!

    The old Shaman''s spirits were all in danger. He turned and threw out the skeleton staff in his hand. The skeleton staff became a 5-meter-high skeleton from his hand, and he held it to Amos with his arms wide open.

    Amos was puzzled: how can a ogre shaman be equipped with necromancer equipment?!

    It had no time to think about it. There was a skeleton hanging on it. It continued to move forward, and the dragon claw caught the old shaman who turned around.

    The old shaman was badly injured. He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. His breath suddenly weakened and his appearance became older.

    It bumped into the wall of the house beside it and stood up with difficulty. The dragon claw left three bloodstains on its body, from the bone of the lute to its abdomen. It almost cut the old Shaman''s belly, and the blood gushed out from the wound.

    Old shaman shakes his hands and calls out a small second-order Youlang. The whole person lies on the back of the giant wolf. Youlang, with his master, rushes to the center of the city.

    Amos, who was entangled by the skeleton, was about to chase him. The skeleton bit him by the neck. The White Dragon Lord quickly propped up the skull''s head with his front paw. Amos couldn''t get rid of it for a moment. He watched the wolf with the old shaman running farther and farther.

    Amos finally picked up the skull''s head, crushed it with one foot, pulled off his white arm and threw it on the ground.

    With a shock of his wings, he soared into the air and continued to chase the old shaman, but it was too late.

    You wolf with the old shaman, has run to the destination - the altar in the center of the city.

    Old shaman put Willie''s flesh and blood on the platform at the top of the altar and sat down. His back was against the cold rock of the altar. He held the head of Caucasus tightly in one hand and covered the wound on his chest in the other. His blood was constantly flowing through his fingers.

    Old shaman gasped for breath and looked at the approaching white dragon in the air.

    Amos looked at the altar below, with mixed feelings in his heart.

    In the morning, the white dragon uses a curse to deal with gurgaru. At noon, the old shaman uses a curse to threaten himself.

    This world!

    Amos fell on the square in front of the altar. When things got to this point, Amos calmed down.

    It also calmly looked at the old shaman on the altar. Now the old Shaman is back to his original appearance, skinny, sunken eyes, blood with vitality, constantly running away from his body. If he is not treated in time, he will definitely live less than an hour.

    "White dragon, armistice, contract!"

    The old shaman took out a piece of white paper, wrote words with magic, and sent the contract to the white dragon with magic.