I, Lich, Can Raise a Dragon [Western Fantasy] - Chapter 3

Long Yan’s flames are obviously not easy to extinguish. Sang Ni’s continuous use of several large spring spells is of no use. Using Shadow Swallowing spells can swallow the flames, but the speed is very slow.

In desperation, she manipulated the shadow to enclose the flames.

Then… just as she was thinking of a way, the flames that had been raging, inexplicably, gradually extinguished…

Sang Ni’s face was muddy.

She suddenly felt very funny.

It turns out…In this world where dead people are jumping around, skeletons are rolling all over the ground, dragons go to the sky, dwarves burrow, and elves are swinging in the forest against the common sense of mechanics, fire can’t burn in a vacuum.

To be honest, she really wanted to greet the legendary **** of creation.

But now is obviously not the time to blaspheme.

She fell into the burnt-out field, checking the conditions of the skeletons in the soil one by one.

It should be the reason why they were all buried under the soil. Fortunately, none of the skeletons were affected, and the remaining soul fragments were also there, that is, the soul-welcoming grass that finally grew from the skeletons was burned.

It’s not bad.

Sang Ni breathed a sigh of relief.

If because of saving a dragon of unknown origin, the people who could not be born because of her are completely destroyed, she doesn’t know what will happen to her.

“Sanny Iss?” Eri Weier called her name nervously.

“It’s okay.” She smiled soothingly at her: “It’s all still there.”

Elevier was a little ashamed. If she hadn’t accidentally controlled her abilities and stood unsuspectingly in front of a giant dragon, Sang Ni was able to control the scene for the first time, instead of almost letting Long Yan save her. Burn the fields.

“I was careless.” Sang Ni comforted her softly: “It’s really okay. You can also plant the Soul Ying Grass.”

If it were placed half a year ago, when the Necromancer hadn’t died, she might not even want to save a half-dead dragon, let alone relax her guard so much that she wouldn’t even release a warning spell around her.

Sure enough, an easy life makes people regress.

She doesn’t blame Erivel, because she really took it lightly, but she will not ignore the culprit.

Although she wouldn’t be saved from death, she is not the Virgin White Lotus who likes to take full responsibility, regardless of gains and losses.

“Where is that dragon?” She asked flatly, but Erivier could see that she was really angry.

The corner of Elvere’s mouth curled downwards: “After spraying the fire, she passed out again.”

What is this called? Wouldn’t you be held accountable if you fainted?

Sang Ni smiled angrily.

Well, the law will not pursue her regardless, but even if the dragon dies directly, she can also recall the dragon’s undead and let him plant her soul-grabbing grass one by one!

“Or let’s rebuild the house first.” Eri Weier persuaded.

“Then wait for the dragon to wake up and burn it again?” Sang Ni sneered again and again.

She just wants to wake up the dragon and settle the account!

She took out a few magic rings from her storage ring, handcuffed them to the dragon’s limbs and neck a few times, and then recited a nightmare summoning spell regardless of whether it would cause any damage to the dragon.

Nightmare is a demon-type summoned creature that directly attacks the spiritual realm. The usage that Sang Ni has seen before is generally to keep the subject awake when doing experiments.

Of course, if the control is not good, it is also possible to destroy the spiritual realm of the subject.

Accompanied by a painful dragon roar, the runes on the Forbidden Devil Ring lit up one by one, restraining the dragon’s subconscious struggle.

Through the nightmare, Sang Ni uttered in the dragon’s spiritual realm: “This is how you treat your lifesaver?”

The dragon only felt the pain of a needle in his head, but it would not make him lose consciousness: “Who are you?”

Sang Ni was too lazy to explain, and directly lifted the curse to burn the countryside

His memory was taken out and replayed in the spiritual realm: “Why don’t you explain who you are? Mr. Grace and revenge?”

“I…” The dragon thought for a long time in the headache, and found himself at a loss: “I don’t seem to remember.”

Sang Ni: “…”

It’s over, was it silly when it fell, or was it silly by her spell just now?

However, this is not over yet.

“Did I burn your garden?” Long’s tone sounded guilty: “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”

Sorry to be useful, what else do the police do? !

But now that Long is stupid, she may still be stupid by her own hands.

It is estimated that if the sentence is to be sentenced, she was too defensive, the family wealth was scattered, and she went to jail…

“It’s nothing.” She said in a complicated tone.

“My wings are broken?” Long turned his neck and saw the wound on his body, becoming more and more at a loss: “Sorry, I can’t live without here for the time being.”

He looked at Sang Ni sincerely and asked politely:

“Do you still have a place to live?”

“Anything to eat?”

“Are you rich?”

Sang·The house has just been burned·The dead have no taste·Poor·Ni:

My 800-meter Dragon Slaying Sword is almost out of control.

Finally, under Long Tianzhen’s innocent gaze, Sang Ni took out a small tent, a piece of black bread, and a silver coin from the storage ring.

“Living, food, money-you have burned everything else.” She looked at the dragon and smiled: “I will give you all, are you moved?”

Long: “…” Although I don’t know why, I really didn’t dare to move.

Even if Sang Ni and Elevier’s night vision is not a problem, they are not in the mood to build a house at night.

Sang Ni probably just wanted to dig a grave and dig into the soil for safety.

“My wings hurt.” Long was still complaining, “What happened? Why am I here?”

According to Sang Ni’s experience in this world, the wording of the grown-up dragons is very noble and glamorous, and she has always felt that it sounds very secondary and ill-fated.

But when she listened to the one hundred meters long in front of her speaking in an almost aggrieved and pitiful tone, she just wanted to smoke herself.

It is good to wake up or faint.

Thinking about it, Sang Ni slapped his face with a slap.

“Sang Ni?” Eri Weier was shocked.

“I’m so stupid, really.” Sang Ni raised her lackluster eyes: “I just know that the dragon that fell down at night is hard to save and may not be able to live, but I don’t know he will be stupid…”

Elviere: “…you wake up.”

Long: “Are you talking about me?” It can be said to be very temperamental.

“…No.” Sang Ni rubbed his face, feeling that he could almost calm down and deal with the problem: “Can you become a human form? This way the wound is easier to bandage.”

“I will try.” Long answered seriously.

Sang Ni thought for a while, and suddenly found a serious question: “Wait…when you become a human, do you bring clothes?”

“What do you mean?” Long suddenly became very frightened: “Of course I brought it! Otherwise, what do you want?!”

Across the thick dragon scales, Sang Ni suddenly saw the shyness of a girl from the huge dragon face.

Sang Ni thought, is he just like a dirty demon who doesn’t choose food.

She felt it necessary to explain: “I am not interested in your human body. To be honest, I have seen more bodies… Hey, I didn’t mean that!”

She used to be a necromancer and has another villain who always uses her as a backup number. Is it strange that she has seen many unclothed corpses? ! Why is the explanation all the same? !

Under Long’s increasingly distrustful gaze, Sang Ni changed her statement. She pointed to Erie Weier: “Look, there is also an underage elf here. If you become a human without clothes, it will affect you. How bad.”

She also didn’t want to ask such a silly question, mainly because she really didn’t know the dragon’s mimicry transformation, and how was it different from their mage’s transformation.

“…Do you really think so?” Long was suspicious.

“It’s true, what can I do to you.” Sang Ni covered her face in despair.

It’s been three times, and it’s the third time.

She counted silently in her heart.

She was the only one who left others speechless before, but since the appearance of this dragon, she has become the speechless one for the third time.

She thought that being taken away by the Necromancer was the unlucky limit of her life, but life always broke her limit repeatedly.

She rescued the dragon, and she seemed to be the one who beat the stupid.

And the IQ of this dragon seemed to disappear with the memory.

Now it is not a problem whether the Yinghun grass can be planted back. The difficulty is that she has nothing to do with a silly dragon.

At this time, she actually hoped that she was a frenzied villain lich.

Just when she was madly tangled in her heart, Long finally figured it out.

“Okay.” He muttered reluctantly, white light spreading from him, the huge dragon body shrank and deformed in mid-air, and finally turned into a human form and fell on the ground.