Chapter 663: Ferguillo vs. Evil Dragon Descenden (1/2)
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Night arrived in the Doraster Continent. Jeriya fell asleep.
In her dream, there was a black sun.
The light rays it released constantly nourished her body. So even during her sleep, her power was slowly growing.
Suddenly, the sky turned red. Countless streaks of flames and ice fell from the sky. An enormous magic eye opened up in the sky.
Jeriya woke up in shock. A strange shudder ran throughout her body, causing her breathing and heartbeat to rapidly increase.
She had had this dream multiple times now. Everything was the same, and it all felt so real. This could not be considered a coincidence anymore, but a sign.
An enormous magic eye opened up in the sky, and the Evil Dragon would dominate the Doraster Continent once again. That meant they would eventually win this upcoming war, right?
Jeriya took a deep breath. Her expression suddenly turned sad, and even contained a trace of fear!
A sharp scream instantly echoed throughout the Gillian Corps camp, “Nissen!”
After a second, every building within dozens of meters were engulfed in black flames and turned into ash.
Jeriya walked out from within.
She, who had become furious, looked insurmountably tall and powerful. However, her hands were trembling non-stop due to anger and fear.
She could not sense Nissen’s aura.
It meant Nissen had left the camp and was extremely far away. He might have also used some arcane skill to purposely escape her senses.
Nobody knew her son better than herself.
There was only one possibility for Nissen to leave her!
Ayrin!
It could only be Ayrin!
She suppressed Nissen’s greed, but neglected Nissen’s pride and arrogance.
He would not believe Ayrin could be stronger than him.
However, could the current Nissen win against Ayrin?
Jeriya’s body grew colder and colder, to the point a layer of ice appeared on the ground around her.
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Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two streaks of light descended from the pitch black sky.
Fellemang and the Evil Dragon appeared in front of a forest that was entangled by countless vines, blocking anyone from entering.
“Yalf Elven Kingdom’s outpost forest. A place with a fresh memory.”
Fellemang looked at the forest entangled by countless vines and sighed, “Fifty thousand elven arcane masters were annihilated here.”
The Evil Dragon took a glance at him and walked forward, “This will be the place we rise up again.”
The moment his aura infected the vines, they began to grow black thorns and bloomed flowers in the shape of skulls, which made horrifying hissing sounds.
The silent forest instantly became alive.
Screams from countless living creatures rang out. However, they disappeared as quickly as they came, killed by this forest.
Their flesh and blood were sucked clean by the vines.
At the heart of the forest, all signs of buildings were covered by vines. However, there was a spring that still gushed out water, giving off a strange pale blue glow.
Even Fellemang felt doubtful and asked, “What’s inside here?”
A grey light dot flew out from the Evil Dragon’s fingertip and fell into the center of the spring.
Swoosh......
The roots close to the spring began squirming around, curving outwards. Pieces of rocks were carried away by the roots. The spring grew larger. The pale blue glow became denser. At the center of the water pillar that was rising higher and higher, a huge tree that released a moonlight glow suddenly rose up.
Most of its trunk was broken. However, the spring water flowing down from its trunk still released a vibrant life force, as if countless water fairies were singing.
“The Tree of Life?”
Fellemang’s expression could only be described as astonishing, “You actually left such a large piece of the Tree of Life here!”
“The battle against the Yalf Kingdom greatly damaged me. However, it taught me many things too.” The Evil Dragon sneered, “Just like this elf in my body. Without him, how would I be able to learn such a powerful healing skill?”
Fellemang smiled elegantly. He understood the Evil Dragon’s plans and nodded, “I understand.”
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The break of day.
Nissen raised his head from the corpses of three arcane masters. He wiped his sweat with a satisfied expression.
He raised his two hands upwards. Thin membrane wings began growing from his waist and arms.
Although his arcane level was insufficient to completely transform into Evil Dragon form, he could already use this membrane wing skill to fly through the air rapidly.
After devouring the arcane particles of the three arcane masters with decent arcane levels, his strength increased one step further. Plus, he confirmed some information from them. Ayrin, the target he wanted to battle against, should be at the Frost Tusk Peak Stronghold.
Ayin! Ayrin! Ayrin!......