In the middle of the night.

    The moon is setting and the stars are setting. In the dark sky, a white dragon falls from the sky. The leaves are rustling by the strong wind of the dragon''s wings. The white dragon lands on the hollow ground in the forest.

    Willy said to his brothers and sisters in the open space, "I''m back."

    Felicia: Well, that thing

    Willy also knew that business was important, and took out a dimensional bag with a sore face.

    Felicia took the dimensional bag and took out its contents, a hundred precious magic pearls.

    Pearl is born in the body of Hyriopsis cumingii. In the process of breeding, it has a very small probability to absorb magic energy and become magic pearl. Magic pearl, like gems, can be processed into all kinds of magic jewelry. It is a hard currency that can be sold well in all aspects.

    If it wasn''t for the large number of fishermen under the white dragon and the Sea mussel breeding base, you wouldn''t have collected so many magic pearls in just four years, which accounted for almost half of the four white dragons'' wealth.

    Four white dragons painfully look at the pearls on the altar. They will be sacrificed to the queen of five dragons, Tiamat, in exchange for his curse on the ogre chief.

    Of course, the sacrifice of the white dragons is not enough to ask Tiamat to curse gulgaru to death, but it is enough to make him weak for half a day, which is exactly what the white dragons want.

    Felicia checked the Pearl and broken finger again.

    Curse can''t be performed out of thin air. Besides sacrifice, curse media are also needed. Curse media can be any part of the target body, hair or severed finger. The better the medium is, the less sacrifice is paid and the better the curse effect is.

    In addition, we need to build an altar. The function of the altar is equivalent to a mobile phone. Through the altar, the sacrificial person can communicate with an evil god or demon king, and then offer sacrifices in exchange for the power of the sacrificial object to curse the enemy.

    Curses are risky, too.

    The existence of the evil camp is insatiable, and the sacrifice is often not proportional to the harvest. There is even a precedent of not satisfied with the sacrifice, killing the sacrifice and extracting the soul.

    However, the white dragon''s sacrificial object is Tiamat, but there is no life to worry about.

    There are few dragons in the world, and tyamart doesn''t do anything to harm believers.

    what?

    Disaster red dragon, nuclear black dragon, crazy wing white dragon?

    These are special cases. They don''t count.

    In fact, in the minds of most dragons, Tiamat, the God of dragons, is very competent. She is evil and cruel. She is a model of all dragons. She is notorious. But the truth of my hero, enemy and enemy, is universal in any world.

    Of course, it''s another matter that dragons are not birds, the God of dragons.

    Amos looked at the prepared altar. Now, the curse media and offerings are ready, waiting for dawn to surprise gurgaru.

    ……

    Time goes by.

    The sky in the East is white.

    The monster army has assembled. Amos stands beside the catapults. Last night, he lost six catapults, killed more than 30 fishermen''s families and burned a troll.

    When Amos thought of the troll, he turned to look at a troll beside the catapult. Last night, he saw with his own eyes that the troll''s head had been broken, and now it was as good as ever. He was still holding a deer leg and eating oil all over his mouth. It was really the regeneration ability that the dragons envied.

    If it wasn''t for the troll''s poor reproductive ability and the obvious weakness of being restrained by fire and strong acid, Amos wouldn''t have had to do everything in his power to accept ogres as dependents.

    Amos expels the thoughts in his mind and stares at the broken skull fortress. Whether he can bring the ogre under his command depends on the battle.

    The sun is up!

    "Trumpeter!"

    Woo, woo, woo

    The clarion call opened the curtain of war, and the army of monsters became active.

    On the ground, fourteen catapults were running at the same time, and the stone bombs were hitting the city wall continuously. The shield guards formed the shield wall to protect the vulnerable casters and tide hunters, and pushed forward to the city wall.

    In the sky, three white dragons give themselves all kinds of enchantment magic, and all kinds of magic are brilliant.

    On the city wall, gurgaru looks at the three white dragons in the sky with a bad feeling.

    "Why only three?"

    ……

    Behind, Felicia looks at the rising sun.

    It''s time!

    He looked at the altar in front of him solemnly and began to pray.

    "Mother of the great dragon, patron of the five colored dragon, disseminator of fear, conqueror of all worlds, your servant, Felicia the white dragon, offer sacrifices. Please listen to my call..."

    Felicia, as the priest of the dragon''s mother, is easier to communicate with Tiamat than other dragons.

    Soon, an indescribable will appeared in the bottom of Felicia''s heart, majestic, evil, and overwhelming

    "My child, why do you call me?"

    The sound is thick, overlapping and echoing.

    Tiamat''s will has come!

    A pressure has enveloped the whole forest. In fact, this force is not powerful, but it makes people unable to rise the idea of resistance. This is the suppression on the biological level, just like the mouse smelling the smell of a cat.

    Under this pressure, the three white dragons almost fell from the air, and other races were even more unbearable. They even had difficulty breathing. More than half of them lost their ability to stand, collapsed to the ground, and several ogres fell from the wall.

    The old shaman clenched his teeth, clutching a skeleton staff in one hand, and supporting the city wall in the other hand, exclaimed in disbelief.

    "God!"

    meanwhile.

    In a towering mage tower in the south of nordhill, an old mage in a red robe interrupted his experiment and faced the overseas islands and raised his eyebrows.

    Far away from the deep sea of the mainland, I don''t know how many miles deep the sea is. In a beautiful crystal palace, on the crystal throne, a Naga with 12 arms opens the vertical Golden Snake pupil.

    In the west of the mainland, in a cloud shrouded volcano, a red dragon, submerged by the golden mountain and silver sea, wakes up from its deep sleep. Gold coins and precious stones roll down from it. It raises its head and murmurs to itself with two jets of white air from its huge nostrils.

    "Who? He called his Majesty the queen of the dragon

    ……

    Amos didn''t know how many top leaders were shocked by the arrival of Tiamat. He stabilized his body and stared at the ogre chief on the city wall. He saw that gulgaru was suddenly covered by a mass of black magic energy, and soon fell to the ground supporting the city wall.

    One side of the old shaman, biting his teeth and under pressure, took out the Caucasian skull, cast a blood red mask, and enveloped gulgaru in it. The touch of blood energy and black energy was like adding a ladle of water to an oil pan, and the reaction was violent.

    Amos was about to rush up to stop him. He seemed to hear an angry roar. The pressure on his body suddenly increased, and three white dragons fell from the air.

    Amos awkwardly got up from the ground and looked back to the altar in shock.

    Felicia flies in the air. Her black power condenses into essence and surges on her body. Her eyes emit golden light and endless majesty.

    Obviously, it''s not Felicia who controls her body now.

    Tyamat was angry. A mole ant dared to resist her will. It came with the help of its own priest''s body.

    Felicia (Tiamat) frowned. Her body was too weak to bear the instillation of divine power, let alone fighting. She took a look at Amos, whose body shape was obviously different from that of ordinary white dragon.

    "Longyu!"

    The pressure is gone, and Felicia falls powerlessly from the air.

    A golden field enveloped the whole battlefield, and Amos felt full of power.