The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Those kobold guards were not very strong, they collapsed on the ground and groaned in pain while clutching their chests.

However, the two kobold guards quickly got up from the ground. They looked at Anse Er with deep fear in their eyes, but they didn't have any intention of retreating.

"You bastards, haven't you had enough to eat today? You won't be able to get up now!"

Marvin's forehead bulged with blue veins, and while cursing at the other kobolds, he let go of the sword in his hand to stay away from Ans El.

Although he is a dandy, it does not mean that he is a fool.

Besides, in this situation, all fools know that Anselm can't be provoked!

Marvin quietly walked behind the guards of the kobolds who fell to the ground, and then quickly ran towards the prosperous place, shouting as he ran.

"Wait for me, stinky boy, I'll call for help right away. You guys will hold me back, and even if you're dying, you will have to hold on, or the kobolds in your family will have a hard time!"

When the kobold guards heard this, they had to endure the pain and stood up, and the kobold guards also looked at Ans El firmly.

They are all just ordinary kobolds, and their status is not noble. If they offend Marvin, even their families will be implicated.

Although they knew that they were no match for Ansel, they could not back down.

Ans El looked at the sword in his hand with interest, and then put it in his storage space.

He just cast a glance in the direction in which Marvin fled, and couldn't find a trace of contempt in his eyes.

"Kneel down, ants!"

A strong soul scream erupted, and the soul flame in Sandro's eyes was full of anger and distress.

He was too proud just now and was immersed in his own world, but Ansel was attacked by the scumbags.

The silver vindictive aura of the two kobold guards erupted in this soul storm, like a boat in a storm being engulfed in an instant.

They knelt on the ground, their eyes rolled, and they were dying just by seeing each other.

Several kobold guards were even more tragic. Just now, they looked like dogs fighting against kobolds, but now they fell to the ground and completely lost their breath of life.

Marvin desperately ran and barked, but no kobold answered today.

Because many of the kobolds with status here were dispatched by Valk to build palaces and deal with matters on the basement floor.

Marvin gritted his teeth and looked back, only to see that all his subordinates had fallen.

"A bunch of trash!"

Marvin cursed inwardly, but the next moment, the impact of the soul drowned him, his eyes went black and he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

"Boss, are you alright, these hateful, ugly, dirty kobolds dare to attack you!"

Sandro gritted his teeth and said, and a pair of jade hands touched Ansair like he was distressed.

"It's almost done. How could these little kobolds do any harm to me?"

Ans El used his dragon claw to poke Sandro's hand away and said speechlessly.

"I knew that Lord Lord is the best!"

Sandro clenched his hands and looked at Ans El with admiration.

This lich who loves to slap dragon farts.

Ansier turned his head helplessly, not wanting to see Sandro's "eyes".

It's not easy for him to be humble in these compliments every day.

Ansel suddenly saw two lights, one black and one green, appearing from the dead kobold guard's body.

The green light is the soul produced by the "Curse of Hell", which can provide defensive power to Ansel.

But the black light shot straight at Sandro, as if Sandro didn't see it at all.

Only Ansel could see a thin black mist on Sandro's hand.

Ans El suddenly remembered that as his own fanatic, Sandro should also have a weakened version of the skills brought by the "gift", but he never found it.

Ansier thought about it and stretched out his dragon claws to open Sandro's robe to see what the pattern on his skeleton was to determine the price he got.

But I didn't expect that Sandro, who has always been his own deadly licking dog, would suddenly disappear from the spot.

He tightened his robe, revealing only two small soul flames and said timidly.

"My lord, why are you so impatient? If you want to...you should go back and talk about it...on the street..."

Seeing Sandro's refusal to greet him, Anseir took a deep breath.

It's sloppy!

After thinking about it, Ansier decided to ask him directly.

"How do you feel now?"

Sandro raised his head and took a deep look at Ansel, and then lowered his head quickly. The sound of bones rubbing against the ground came from the ground, and he said wryly.

"It's a little hot, and my heart is beating so fast, my soul is shaking for you."

"I'm not talking about this, and how could you, a lich, still have a heartbeat and body temperature!"

Ans El said while covering his dragon face with his dragon claws.

"Do you feel that your strength has increased, or your defense has been strengthened?"

With this black mist, Ans El guessed that Sandro had acquired a weakened version of the growth skill.

"So you wanted to ask this, I thought..."

Sandro let go of the little hand that tightened the robe in disappointment~www.novelmt.com~ He cast detection magic on himself.

A shimmer of light flickered on the robe, and Sandro felt it slightly.

"Nothing has changed, just a slight increase in the magic power. Hey, why hasn't it been strengthened yet? Could it be that the use of magic just now caused the magic power to fluctuate..."

Sandro fell into confusion. After working as a lich for a thousand years, it was the first time that he discovered that his magic power was not stable.

In Ansel's eyes, the black mist in Sandro's hand just dissipated, and combined with Sandro's description, he roughly guessed the skills Sandro had acquired.

It should be a weakened version of "Supernatural Evil Power".

It is also possible to kill creatures to obtain stronger magic power, but it seems that it can only be maintained for a certain period of time, not permanently strengthened.

That's true. With the strength of Sandro's demigod-level lich, if he collects enough extraordinary evil power on a battlefield with enough numbers, his strength will also be improved qualitatively.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore, as my believer, this is my gift to you."

Ansel told Sandro about his guesses about this skill.

"My lord actually left something on me, I'm really happy."

When Sandro heard the words, the two soul flames jumped around happily in their eye sockets.

He doesn't seem to care about the enhancement of his strength at all. As long as it is given to him by Ansier, even a worthless stone, he feels it is a peerless treasure.

The belief in licking a dog is so powerful!

Ansel knew that in this regard, he could only be inferior to Sandrugan.

He turned his head to look at the kobold who had fallen to the ground, and had an idea in his heart.