Amos flew to Vili with the old shaman.

"Elena, treat it, it can't die."

"My Excellency Laf, please lift Willy's curse."

The old shaman won the respect of Amos with his strength and wisdom.

The old shaman: "I have no choice!"

Both parties have signed a contract, and even if Amos doesn't say it, the old shaman will take the initiative to lift the curse.

Elena gritted her teeth and stared at the old shaman, and put the overall situation first, releasing a rejuvenation technique for the old shaman.

The old shaman's wound no longer bleeded and formed a reddish-brown blood scab. It trembled to the edge of Weili's tail, and reached out to Weili's wound with both hands tremblingly, sucking out a wisp of gray-white energy from the wound. As the gray energy entered the body, the old shaman's face became a little rosy.

Amos narrowed his eyes and stared at the old shaman's every move. The gray energy took away part of Vili's vitality and merged into the old shaman's body.

However, this little vitality is not even a drop in the dragon, otherwise Amos would have called him with one claw.

After the casting of the spell, Old Sa finished and smiled apologetically at Amos, explaining: "The characteristics of the necromancer magic cannot be avoided."

Amos looked at the soothing Vili and nodded, responding to it.

"Now, Lord Raf, we must stop this meaningless war together."

“As you wish.”

Amos grabbed the old shaman and flew into the sky, looking down at the battlefield that was indistinguishable from the ground.

"Stop!"

"war!"

"it's over!"

The two of them issued a statement at the same time, using the sound of magic to spread throughout the battlefield. The hot battlefield suddenly cooled down, and everyone raised their heads and looked at the giant dragon in the sky.

The old shaman: "The Crane of the Broken Skull, from now on, will become the family of Lord Amos of the White Dragon."

The monster army burst into cheers, and the ogres looked as if they were ashes. The mace in their hands couldn't help but relax, fell to the ground, making a sound.

The family members were planning to tie the ogres up as usual.

Amos ordered: "Old blind! Treat all wounded people! Including ogres!"

"Bucky Dark Scale! Extinguish the Flames! Buried the Dead!"

"Old Jimmy! Go to the camp and untied all the ogres, bring them all over, and bring all the food here!"

Old Shaman: "Members of the Crane Clan! Cooperate with the action."

The post-war work is underway in an orderly manner.

Amos looked, landed again, and saw Vili, who was able to stand, and placed the old shaman in his claws on the ground.

"Elena, go and see how Felicia is doing. If you can, bring her here."

Elena nodded, and gave Waley a rejuvenation technique, and her wings flew away.

"Willie, how do you feel?"

Weiley moved her body and twisted her neck.

"I'm much better, I guess I'll be fine after a night's sleep!"

"That's good, you have a good rest."

Amos turned to the old shaman again: "His Excellency Raf, I have a question. As a shaman, where do you get so many necro enchantment equipment?"

The undead equipment is incompatible with the style of the ogre clan, and it is obviously not the inheritance equipment. The old shaman is about to enter his death and bring this secret into the underworld, so Amos is straightforward and raises his doubts.

The old shaman said in a serious tone, "They were found in a demonic ruin on the main island."

"Two years ago, I studied the stone slabs left by my ancestors and found clues about the demonic ruins. I found the specific location of the ruins, entered it to explore, and obtained these equipment."

Speaking of this, the old shaman looked lonely. Not only did he suffer a heavy blow and lose the qualification to attack the legend, but he also ruined the top masters of the Broken Skull Clan, resulting in his current defeat.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. The old shaman adjusted his mindset and thought about how to win more benefits for the Crane Clan.

"The stone slabs are stored in the secret room below the altar, which records some ancient secrets and secrets. The Broken Clan is willing to offer them to Lord Bailong."

Amos nodded. The old shaman knew the current affairs very well and took the initiative to offer things that Amos was interested in. And it said that the Crane Clan offered it on its own initiative. Its intention was very obvious.

There is no need for too many languages ​​among smart people, and a dragon and an ogre immediately walk towards the altar.

Amos used magic to reduce his body size and entered the secret door under the altar with the old shaman.

Amos felt like he had passed through a magic barrier. When he entered the door, he saw Gurgaru lying under a small altar, covered in black air.

It seems that without the help of legendary equipment, mortals are ultimately ants under the power of God.

Seeing the incoming dragon, Gurgaru struggled to stand up, but in the end he could not resist the power of the curse.

The weak asked, "Mahon! What's going on?"

When Amos heard this, he suddenly realized that there was still this relationship between them.

In fact, ogres are a group of marriage creatures, and the babies born are raised by their mothers and do not know who their father is.

But it is not surprising that a rare, potentially two-headed ogre baby was adopted and nurtured by the tribe's chief shaman since childhood.

"Gurgaru, I have discussed with Lord Amos and signed a contract. From now on, the Crane of the Broken Clan will be the family of Lord Amos..."

Gurgaru looked at the blood scab on the old shaman's chest and made silent voices, telling it the terrifying wounds, telling it what kind of fierce battle the old shaman had experienced.

However, it is obvious that if the Skull Broken War is defeated, the old shaman can sign the contract with conditions through negotiations.

"Ahem!!"

The old shaman bent down and coughed violently, and the wound broke again and blood flowed out.

"Mahon! You..."

Gurgaru struggled to stand up.

Amos felt the accelerated loss of vitality in the old shaman's body, frowned, and blessed Gurgaru with a huge force technique.

With the blessing of the dragon-word magic, Gurgaru struggled to stand up, looked at Amos with gratitude, and supported the old shaman.

Amos was not unkind, so he turned around and walked out of the secret room, leaving behind private space for the grandfather and grandson to say goodbye.

Amos flew into the sky and saw Viri sleeping soundly in the ruins. A fishman charlatan stood beside him and blessed him with various healing spells.

Amos was completely relieved that the dragon's genes were extremely powerful. When sleeping, it could quickly recover from the body, which is the legendary: no matter what the problem is, just take a nap.

Amos supervised the work of his family and helped him from time to time.

Time passed quickly, Amos felt something, and when he turned around, he saw Gurgaru walking out of the secret room.

Amos flew down and stopped in front of Gurgaru with a lonely face.

Gurgaru looked at the dragon teeth in the white dragon's hand in complex. The snow-white dragon teeth were carved with complex magic circles. Red light flowed in the magic circle. If you look closer, you will find that the red light flowing in the magic circle is hot dragon blood. The magic-filled dragon blood is bound by the power of magic and flows constantly in the groove.

This is the white dragon fang used to convert high-level relatives. Each one consumes a lot of energy from the dragon, and the materials are limited, which is extremely precious.

Amos looked at the sunny Gurgaru.

"If you are not convinced, I can give you a chance to have a fair showdown between the ogres."

To be fair, Gurgaru still admires Amos very much. After all, he was unable to defeat the White Dragon Lord with a sneak attack with a legendary staff. However, he was still very unwilling to become a subordinate of others from the unrestrained chief.

But due to the situation, it could not help but disagree. After thinking it through, Gurgaru knelt on one knee.
Chapter completed!