Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 167: Shaman Targeted by the Dragon
Throughout the ages, slaying dragons has always been an irresistible romance for intelligent creatures. They dream of using the steel in their hands to fight against the monsters that cover the sky and the sun, and of enjoying the pleasure of conquering the monsters at the top of the food chain with their weak bodies.

For the war-loving Niksalans, this is also a temptation they cannot avoid.

Therefore, they raised their swords and shields before the red dragon Tironao.

"Ah, you have brought me pleasure, slave, and I commend you for your ignorant and fearless courage."

The red dragon laughed loudly, then suddenly rushed towards the army on the ground.

His huge body crashed into the ground, wantonly ravaging the Niksaran people under him. With a light sweep of his thick dragon tail, more than a dozen soldiers were instantly thrown dozens of meters away and smashed into meat paste.

The obsidian sword caused sparks and crisp collisions when it hit the red scales, but did not leave even a white mark.

The scales of the extremely old red dragon gave Dironao unrivaled physical defense, and the attacks of these soldiers were no different from tickling to him.

The ferocious dragon's mouth opened wide, and crimson flames raged among the crowd. The metal armor on the soldiers became torture instruments, locking them tightly in steel cans and burning them into charcoal.

The gap in power between the two sides was too great. If it weren't for the help of the shaman's magic, the dragon's might alone would have been enough to destroy this army.

This is the power of a real dragon, a real hexagonal warrior, plus the mobility brought by flying. Human wave tactics are often the stupidest way to deal with them.

Even in the well-known examples of large-scale adventure groups slaying dragons in Faerun's history, those weaker adventurers were often equipped with sophisticated magic weapons, which were the only chance for the weak to break the dragon scale defense.

The long swords in the hands of these soldiers, made of steel and partly obsidian, are obviously not magic weapons.

The shaman watched the red dragon crush the army but did not take action. He gritted his teeth, looked at the Nicksalan Basin in the distance, and chose to run away!
"Damn it, these soldiers alone can't possibly fight against that red dragon. I must go to the basin to find that undead shaman. With the instructions from the great shaman, he will never dare not assist me."

The shaman made his plans and fled the scene. The soldiers suffered a mental breakdown when they saw that the shaman who led them had escaped.

"No! Wait! Damn coward! Azul will curse you forever!" The soldiers uttered vicious curses.

The crowd dispersed. They lost confidence in fighting the red dragon and ran in all directions.

"Tsk."

The red dragon sighed. He hadn't had enough fun yet, why did they all run away?

And that shaman, why did he run towards the basin? He can't be killed by me, but he can be killed by that scroll dragon, right?

Dironao cursed and chased into the distance, spraying scorching flames all the way to burn the soldiers on the ground.

On the other side, the fleeing shaman had reached the entrance of the valley.

The rain dragon on the mountain looked at the shaman running wildly in the canyon, rolled his eyes, and returned to his nest to lie down.

Anyway, there is a big boss inside, so he doesn't care about the trouble caused by the red dragon.

The shaman ran all the way, and when he was about to leave the Grand Canyon, a dozen flying dragons suddenly flew down from the sky and looked at him vigilantly.

"I'm here to find Shaman Butuva." The shaman looked at the dragon coldly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. He heard that the shaman raised a lot of dragons, but they should have all been transformed into undead creatures. Why do they look so normal?
The shaman shook his head and didn't get into it. Perhaps the other party had changed his taste.

He waited for the flying dragon to give way after hearing the name of the Undead Shaman, and he felt anxious, fearing that the red dragon would come looking for him.

Who would have thought that after hearing the name of the Undead Shaman, the dozen or so flying dragons would actually be filled with rage in their eyes.

"Damn it! This guy knows that damn Niksalan!" The dragons whispered to each other in dragon language.

"Kill him! I want to eat his flesh!" a flying dragon said to him viciously, which made the shaman feel a little uncomfortable and he hunched his body vigilantly.

"No, we don't know what his purpose is. We should leave it to the master."

"It seems he doesn't know that the shaman is dead. Let's take him to see the master. Haha, I look forward to seeing him scared to death." A dragon made an opinion with a sense of humor, and all the remaining dragons agreed with it. Only the dragon that wanted to eat the shaman's flesh was unsatisfied and glanced at him with some regret.

"Ahem, Gen. Come with me, Nikou Milanese!" The leading dragon spoke in a tone full of accent in the common language that he was not very proficient in.

The shaman breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that these flying dragons were indeed the servants of the necromancer shaman.

He raised his body again, walked behind Feilong with a heroic and confident look, and gave instructions: "Send some people to guard the entrance of the canyon. Someone is chasing me."

When several flying dragons heard that the other party dared to order them around, they narrowed their eyes angrily.

"This idiot, I will take him back to the nest and 'peep' him after the master finishes questioning him." A flying dragon said to the shaman with a lewd look on his face.

The other dragons immediately looked at the dragon with horror: "How could you dare to do this? You are such a beast, Garfield."

The flying dragon called 'Garfield' said proudly, "What do you know? I am just learning from our ancestors. Real dragons love to mate with different species!"

The dragons flew away with a look of disgust, leaving Garfield and the shaman to continue moving forward. On the way, he even asked the shaman to ride on him in a flattering way. This move made the shaman feel very comfortable and he was very satisfied with the dragon's service.

"Not bad, not bad, don't worry, I will tell your master later and will definitely give you a reward!"

The shaman came to the door of Nemesis's lair, waved his hand with a magnanimous look, and then prepared to go in.

Garfield saw that he was about to go in, and followed behind him. He was waiting for his master to finish asking questions and then take him away, so he had to be careful not to be eaten by his master.

The shaman frowned as he watched the dragon following behind him. "Why did you come in with me? Are you worried? Don't worry, I will keep my word and speak for you."

Seeing that the dragon ignored him and just followed him silently, the shaman became unhappy and decided not to say anything good to this tactless dragon.

How could a beast like him hear the conversation between him and his master? Wait for the necromancer shaman to punish him, idiot!
The shaman ignored the dragon and continued walking inside, but the further he went, the more he felt something was wrong.

As a necromancer shaman, his lair should be filled with the aura of death. However, this place is very clean and full of various blue arcane flowers, which is extremely beautiful.

In fact, he felt strange being outside. There was not a single undead creature, and there were a bunch of living Niksalans working there moving bricks.

Did this Necromancer change his character? Or did he change his profession? Why did he like to enslave living creatures?
(End of this chapter)