Chapter 598 (1/2)

A few years after the Battle of the Seal.

Everything has returned to calm.

All the [traveling masters] who have nothing serious have gone back to their homes to find their mothers, and the few lying dead are resurrecting in the spring of their hometown.

Only Naxili, a native, still stays in [Zandika].

And in a deserted beach somewhere far away from Land of Sealing several thousands li.

Even after the erosion of time and the gnawing of various creatures, there is only a pale white skeleton left, and it still reveals the extraordinary power of the lesser dragon skull, suddenly bursts of blood light up. The brilliance.

Under the slight distortion of time and space, clusters of [Death Tribulation flowers] are slowly blooming.

A silhouette with a height of 1.85 meters, red hair and three eyes, slowly walked out of nothingness.

And the lesser dragon skull that completed its mission was completely pulled away due to the hidden power inside, and turned into dust hiding the sky and covering the earth under the gentle blowing of the sea breeze. Dissipate invisible.

Stepping on the soft sand, I didn’t care about the scattered dust and fast withering [Death Tribulation flowers].

After Orlega opened eyes, the first sentence he said was:

“giao!

How come there is no one even pants…”

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As Illegal immigrants who come in and see the light by the power of the Imokus.

Orlega, in order to avoid being kicked out by the plane consciousness or triggering other overreactions, not only is it impossible to bring any power, but even the whiteboard outfit is not mixed up at the moment.

I looked around for a while and confirmed that all around, except for the ebb and flow of the sea and the golden-yellow sand, there is not even a leaf that can be used to cover the body.

Under the circumstances of compelled by circumstances, Orlega can only choose a gentleman who arbitrarily finds a direction and strides forward.

After all, you can’t be too confined to one pattern, just sit upright.

Although he is not human.

——

In one hour.

After a period of swaying.

Orlega’s eyes finally saw a dense forest.

‘I have to go over and get a outfit…’

In this thought.

He didn’t bother to care if there was any threat hidden in it.

I just walked over.

The strength of his body is basically based on the average level of various races on this plane.

Probably dozens of times stronger than the ordinary person type, and dozens of times weaker than the ordinary pure-blood giant dragon.

Although it is nothing to creatures like [Travelling Mage] or [Spiritual God].

but also not someone who can’t help being weak.

So, he doesn’t care about ordinary dangers.

In addition, even though the brain of this body is a bit too slow to react, in this hour, Orlega has still absorbed the information transmitted by the Imokus.

For their three plans, there is some background at the same time.

I also have a better understanding of various basic information on this plane.

Various lingua franca, common sense of life…

All barely reached the point of knowledge and knowledge.

At least there will be no communication difficulties with the local indigenous people.

A person is a ghost, and he can confess to the other side for a while.