1369: Chapter 388: The Simplest Proof 1369: Chapter 388: The Simplest Proof The two kings of the crippled hills, clad in golden helts and armors, tily struck the Storm Kui Ox war drums hanging from their waists.
The Kui Ox hide was inherently an excellent material for making thunderous drums, and under the vigorous beating of the two mighty kings, the sound beca increasingly spirited and tortured the heavens and the earth.
Every ti the Four Dragon Chariot, emitting blue soul flas, circled the sky, it added a layer of majestic and mighty aura to the dry clouds of the heavens.
Buckley and Bartel, the two kings of the hills, actually felt their scalps exploding and their drumming hands were nearly cramping.
Who could better understand the might of the Hell Black Dragon than these two aboriginals of the Underground World?
The Zombie Dragons are also part of the Dragon Clan—six Zombie Giant Dragons, no less!
Faced with this self-proclaid emissary of the Golden Dragon God, the six Zombie Giant Dragons were sowhat bewildered by the intruder’s formidable presence and unclear origins.
Even ordinary Giant Dragons are not allowed to enter and exit the dragon graveyard casually unless in critical condition, let alone a newcor.
Had it been any other intruder, the graveyard’s guardians would have already turned them into a statue of deathly ice, but the deanor of the man before them truly held the Undead Giant Dragons at bay.
The Golden Giant Dragon is the only dragon species in the Dragon Clan capable of bringing forth three heads.
Not to ntion the extra two heads, even a Golden Dragon with one extra head can cast magic spells twice as fast as an ordinary giant dragon, unquestionably considered the elite among dragons.
The four Golden Giant Dragons dragging the war chariot in front of the Zombie Dragons were all double-headed, and their bodies were incredibly enormous, appearing a whole size larger and stronger than ordinary Golden Giant Dragons!
Who else in this world, aside from a Dragon God’s envoy, could use four suprely proud double-headed Golden Dragons as beasts of burden?
Even if the Hell Black Dragon Clan has fallen, they are still part of the Dragon Clan.
Except for Dragon God Haibo, no other deity could make them lower their dragon heads.
Putting aside their character flaws, the faith of the Hell Black Dragons is much firr than that of the fallen Elves.
It was because of this belief that the Zombie Giant Dragons, in the face of this sudden and opulent self-proclaid emissary of the Golden Dragon God, found themselves at a loss, doubting between what was real and fake and unsure of what to do.
The six huge and ugly dragon heads swayed back and forth in the air, gazing at each other with wide-open eyes, after much confusion, one of the Zombie Dragons rembered to communicate through ntal waves, sparking a large-scale discussion.
Suspicion, negation, astonishnt, hesitation, and inexplicable thoughts tumbled through the void, the noisy and chaotic contemplations filling the muddled heads of each Undead Giant Dragon.
The Lich Trapadoni, the largest of them all, exuded thick black smoke and, flapping his moth-eaten tattered wings, let out a deep roar.
In a complex Dragon Language, he admonished his undead subordinates not to be too noisy and to let the great and wise Trapadoni think properly.
Trapadoni, who was the clan chief of the Hell Black Dragon Clan before their exile to the Underground World, had already been a renowned close combat expert amongst the Dragon Clan 10,753 years ago, bearing the elegant title of “Heavy Rhythm Dancer.” It was only through calling forth Wenger, the Ancient Giant Dragon from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, that the Dragon Cities of Morning Star and Rainbow managed to severely injure him during the battle of exile, driving the entire Black Dragon Clan into the Underground.
Trapadoni, who had lood over Aegean for thousands of years, believed he possessed exceptional knowledge and life experiences, yet he still couldn’t find a single tale or story related to the title “Golden Dragon God’s emissary” in his mory filled with the history of the aeons.
The terrestrial emissary of Dragon God Haibo should be the Holy Giant Dragon!
Although the Holy Giant Dragon is as elusive as a legend, the legends of the Dragon Clan have always been such!
Trapadoni’s huge eyes focused on the Four Dragon Chariot enveloped in blue flas back and forth through the sky, as he muttered to himself——Could it be…
Could it be he’s gotten so old he doesn’t rember history anymore?
Or is it…
Or is it that after ten thousand years, the Aegean Dragon Clan has given birth to new rules of the ga?
“It’s been ten thousand years!
The Dragon God Haibo has already forgiven you, the fallen Dragon Clan!
The Dragon God says: Now is the ti to let the Hell Black Dragon Clan return ho…” The envoy of the Western Dragon Clan looked compassionately at the world, spinning in the air with the golden reins in hand, and then with a thrust of his right hand, the seven-ter-long Golden Dragon halberd angrily pointed at Trapadoni, who was still a bit bewildered: “Today, I shall take your bones back to the ancestral graves of the two great Dragon Cities, so that you who have washed away the original sin can find true rest!”
“Lord Beamon, may I ask…” Trapadoni was not a foolish dragon.
He was already a fifth-tier Giant Dragon ten thousand years ago, and after becoming the mightier Lich, his intellect improved markedly.
Now with a bellyful of doubts, he waited to question this self-proclaid emissary of the Golden Dragon God, Beamon.
“You wretched!
Lowly!
Vile bottom-dweller!” Liu Zhenhan almost used up even the energy of his wedding night in his roar, his tone brimming with rage comparable to all the volcanoes of the Underground World erupting in unison: “You should address as the Lord Dragon Envoy!”
The eye sockets of Lich Trapadoni burst into a trendous red fla, signifying raging, intense anger.
Not one ordinary Giant Dragon was submissive, and a high-tier combat Giant Dragon was even less so.
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