Chapter 171 The Demonic Dragon Running Business
He's a bastard but doesn't take advantage of him. Since he wants to help Tabesla and Vivian join the gang, considering the situation of the two of them, it doesn't seem appropriate not to find something for Vivian to do.
Mu Hua's impression of Tebitha was that she was stupid and bold, and Vivian was a girl who dared to run to the burial ground alone. If the two of them got together, what would it be like if they spent all day thinking about hunting monsters?
Mu Huajue's academy is a good place to go.
The tuition at the Magic Academy is not cheap, especially when it involves the use of some materials and resources. As an in-service professor, Mu Hua plans to gain some small privileges.
As it turned out, it turns out that cheap things cannot be taken advantage of indiscriminately.
He was about to ask further about the salary of the assistant coach, but in the blink of an eye, a black shadow on the horizon had landed on top of his head.
Magic dragon!
The death energy formed like dust, and a demonic dragon shrouded in black mist appeared in front of Mu Hua and Vivian.
Existences that transcend rank are defined as disasters by humans and are absolutely superior undead creatures.
That's right, this is a monster at the top of the undead species, with a body length of more than thirty meters, a ferocious dragon head, and the fog of death shrouding its body.
Human beings classify it as the same class as evil dragons, but the first reaction of seeing any evil dragon with elemental attributes is to always stay away from it.
The claws that contain the curse, the breath that corrupts all things, and the indifference that is not afraid of death. If a flesh-and-blood creature fights this monster in close combat, it will only leave indelible wounds on itself.
Madhu, the Burial Ground is still thousands of miles away from the Capital of the Dead!
This kind of existence coming to the Bone Burial Ground is simply an early warning of the demonic tide, and it is declaring war on the defense group, okay?
"Ang!" The loud roar of the dragon echoed through the sky.
Humans have always regarded the bone dragon as the strongest undead construct, a kind of undead construct that can trample the Terror Rider.
But that thing is just a defective product made from a demonic dragon, okay?
Looking up at the ghostly mist dragon wings that cover the sky, they are thirty meters long. This is a demonic dragon that has lived for a long time and is absolutely powerful.
Mu Hua even doubted whether this guy was the master of the courtyard of the dead.
"Boom!" It landed like a meteorite.
"Bangbangbang" As the earth trembled, the dragon's tail swung, and dozens of terrifying knights were swept away, including their horses and men.
"Poof!" The ancient tree-like dragon claws shot down, and a Terror Rider was penetrated through the chest by his finger claws. The dragon's claws overwhelmed the war horse and nailed both the Terror Rider and his horse to the ground.
As the Terror Rider dissipated, one face to face, just one face to face, the demon dragon 'accidentally' pinned a Terror Rider to death.
"It's over." Mu Hua's eyes were full of despair.
"Haha, I'm still a virgin when I'm riding a horse." Vivian had a broken expression on her face.
"Run?" Mu Hua asked tensing up.
"It can't run away. It can easily break the transmission of the courtyard key." Vivian shook her head.
Yes, the teleportation is very detailed. Not to mention the courtyard key, it is the teleportation array of the Abyss Island. If you want to teleport, it cannot be interfered with, and disorderly magic eruptions can interrupt its operation.
The evil dragons are not bulky lizards. They attack like crazy giant apes, and their agility will subvert people's perception of behemoths.
A breath from the other side can turn the two of them into dried meat and fly ash, and the teleportation process is enough for them to die eight hundred times.
"Huh? Summoned beast? Breath of death? Human, you are very good." With a low voice and cold eyes without any emotion, the dragon lowered its ugly head.
The dragon head with withered skin and flesh under the gray fog is really ugly. Although the ferocious dragon head is ten meters away from Mu Hua, Mu Hua believes that if it is willing, the moment he blinks his eyelids, he can be killed by this demonic dragon. Put it in your mouth.
That's right, Mu Hua activated his death breath and panted frantically, hoping that the dragon would suffer from childhood dementia or Alzheimer's disease. Mu Hua frantically sent the other party a 'one of his own' signal.
Unfortunately, this dragon seems to have a normal head.
"Human, I need you to answer a question." The dragon spoke in a deep voice without killing him as painfully as he imagined.
Surrounded by the Terror Riders, well, at least when the dragon didn't move, it was indeed surrounded by the Terror Riders.
Monday leaned over and bared his teeth. Faced with such a thing, Monday had broken the jar and put on a desperate posture.
And Tuesday? Mu Hua said that this kid must not be allowed to see Tuesday. It would be too shameful to torture Ya Nu and it would kill someone.
Under the gazes of Mu Hua and Vivian, the magic dragon spoke again.
"My master is very troubled. I found you. Answer me, how can I get more humans to come to this courtyard." He asked without any emotion.
"..." Mu Hua was stunned.
"..." Vivian was silent.
What's the situation? Is this magic dragon here to consult on business?
Well, although Mu Hua and Vivian were frightened at this moment, they could really understand what this dragon meant.
The Garden of the Undead is not popular. It is not suitable for ordinary people to live and reproduce. The people who miss it are at most necromancers and witches. However, compared to the overall number of adventurers, the number of these two groups is pitifully small.
It seems that the owner of the courtyard here also dislikes the lack of popularity in his own courtyard.
Without popularity, there would be no emotional energy. Without emotional energy, they would have nothing to do but sit in the courtyard.
This demonic dragon wanted to know how to attract the adventurers to the courtyard.
Isn’t this a bit bloody?
"Huh? It seems that you don't know either, so you are useless." The demon dragon's mouth opened slightly, and magic power rippled across his body.
"Wait! Yes, there is a way!" Mu Hua exclaimed.
"Strategy team! Find the strategy team to promote!" Vivian exclaimed almost at the same time.
"Roar!" Vivian's words seemed to anger the demon dragon, and the demon dragon let out an eardrum-shaking roar.
"Brave? Damn brave, since they came, there have been fewer and fewer people in the courtyard!" the demonic dragon roared.
"..." Mu Hua glared at Vivian who was talking nonsense.
"..." Vivian.
Let the strategy team promote the Garden of the Dead? Promote what?
The Garden of the Undead is great, the world is full of the smell of death, kill the bones and the undead will give you a pile of bones.
Invisible ghosts are floating in the sky, lichs can harm people, demon necromancers can dig holes, there are bone dragons flying around in the western foothills, and there are magic dragons coming to the bone burial ground to do business?
I'll go, just like this magic dragon said, it's better not to publicize it, but your publicity, haha. . . But it’s just that there are fewer and fewer people.
The dragon raised its claws, as if slapping Mu Hua and the two to death would make it feel better, of course, if it felt happy.
"Wait. Treasure box! You can put the treasure box in!" Mu Hua shouted.
"Huh?" The demon dragon stopped moving and spoke hesitantly.
"Yes, it's a treasure chest. You can put some treasures in the courtyard. Treasures that can be picked up without hunting monsters."
"Believe me, human beings like gambling, surprises, and getting something for nothing. Human beings like treasures. You can put treasure boxes in them." Mu Hua shouted loudly.
Marder, forget about the undead and their brains. The owner of the courtyard here is probably a demon. Is it funny to hang out with the undead for a long time?
Want to attract people? Wouldn't it be nice to spend some money?
"Huh? Treasure chest? This seems good." The magic dragon pondered thoughtfully.
"You can spread some treasure chests in the courtyard and we will bring the news out."
"Um...can we leave?" Mu Hua asked weakly, mentally ordering Terror Cavalry to be ready to break out at any time.
As a high-level undead, the Terror Knight also has super-level potential. Although this potential is basically nonsense when applied to summoned beasts, the Terror Knight can resist beatings and burst out in a group. At least it can delay the dragon, right?
However, Mu Hua is now too close to the magic dragon.
Moreover, this demonic dragon is not one of those lunatics in the abyss. If there is a conflict, Mu Hua will inevitably become its primary target of attack.
He was frantically thinking about a way to escape. Thinking of the abyss, a light suddenly flashed in Mu Hua's mind.
"Well, your suggestion is very good, but the master probably doesn't want humans to know that I appear in the Bone Burial Ground." The magic dragon agreed with Mu Hua's statement about the treasure chest, but it seemed that he was not ready to let Mu Hua leave.
"Human, you are very good. You have understood the breath of death. Join us. The master will give you strength and wealth. You have the qualifications to live with us as equals." The magic dragon persuaded.
"It's over." Vivian moved closer to Mu Hua.
"You follow the devil." Mu Hua touched his silver bracelet and looked down at Vivian. The demon dragon made it very clear, follow them or die.
"Never obey?" Mu Hua asked Vivian.
"You can make up your own mind. Don't worry about me. I'll listen to you." Vivian said hesitantly.
"No, don't listen to me. I just want to be encouraged by you. How about you accept it?" Mu Hua was confused.
"Just do it, I'll accompany you." Vivian rolled her eyes and grabbed Mu Hua's robe with a complicated expression.
This is indeed a loyal girl. If she can go back alive, Mu Hua is willing to raise her as a daughter.
"..." He looked deeply at Vivian and felt the trembling of Vivian's body. Determination flashed in Mu Hua's eyes.
"Well, Mr. Demon Dragon, we don't want to die." Mu Hua looked at Demon Dragon.
"Ocmiron, you can call me Ocmiron. Life will eventually end in eternal silence."
"So I suggest that you become the master's dependent. I don't have to kill you, and you will gain eternal life. Well, of course, you can also bring this female with you." The magic dragon said impatiently.
Good guy, eternal life. Does this mean not only becoming a demon follower, but also becoming a lich? Mu Hua gritted his teeth secretly.
"Well, I may need your care in the future. Lord Oakmiron, this is the first time we meet, so I think I should give you a gift."
His body seemed to be limp, and he seemed to have given up resistance. When Mu Hua said respectfully, he took out a bottle of crystal potion, covered it with his fingers, and quickly shook it in front of the demon dragon.
Under the dim light, the potion in the bottle reflected a smart halo.
As Mu Hua shook, the liquid medicine filled with a mysterious mist.
"Huh?" The dragon was confused and lowered its head slightly. Mu Hua's fingers blocked the potion bottle, so it couldn't see what it was.
"Come on, sir, open your mouth, you will like it." With a humble smile on his face, Mu Hua threw the potion towards the dragon.
After a harmonious exchange with Mu Hua, Mu Hua suddenly threw the magic dragon Oak Millon, and subconsciously opened his mouth to catch the potion. Compared with the huge dragon head, the potion thrown by Mu Hua was like gravel.
"Crack" There are three rows of dense teeth in the demon dragon's mouth, the front row of fangs, and the back two rows of sharp molars that are closely ground together. Oak Millon chewed it indifferently.
Potion? Is there any medicine in the world that can be effective against dragons?
As a demonic dragon, Oak Millen didn't like Mu Hua's lowly appearance, which had never seen the world. Oak Millen was hesitant about how to deal with Mu Hua, between sarcasm and beating him to death.